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from Cruel Intentions (사랑보다 아름다운 유혹) [best, ost] (1999)
[Chorus:]
Change around the words that you say to suit me fine [Maxi Jazz:] Predictable behavior, I crave ya I'm driven, you're my only living savior Sometimes I hate ya, but I'm whipped Being led head down to the crypt Restricted like a conscript you loved to bully I place the blame with you fully [Chorus:] Change around the words that you said to suit me fine Make them mine [Maxi Jazz:] Listen, Don't panic, there's only we two left on the planet I can explain, I know it happened again It's manic, I'm standing in the flame trying to fan it You don't know what you got till it's gone I'm at the edge of the night where nobody belong Fingers are drumming And that's where you come in [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine Make them mine Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest [Maxi Jazz:] I'm addicted I have a demon for a wife He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life Takes notes on how to provoke past grief Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief Feed all day from underneath like a thief I'm left weak, barely able to speak I see nothing but constant supply I can read every look in your eye I leave with a lie Maybe our love will never die Or, maybe it's the last time I make you cry Make my appeal like the condemned Let's go away for the weekend Your life I will steal And descend with it into the pit I'm addicted [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine [Maxi Jazz:] I'm addicted [Chorus:] Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest [Maxi Jazz:] I have a little problem I have a demon for a wife He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life Takes notes on how to provoke past grief Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine Make them mine Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
If you stay, or if you go
I won't try, I won't hope 'Cause if you stay Or if you go If you stay, or if you go I won't try, I won't hope 'Cause if you stay, or if you go I won't try, I won't hide 'Cause if you stay... Despair Depression Feeling abandoned Lonely Worthless Frustrated Worry Doubting Vunerable Forgetful Losing self confidence Heavy Irritable Fear of the future Obsessed with possessions Meaninglessness Friendlessness Fear of being penniless No-one to touch Lost of psychological power... because there is change afoot. Be with the changes, and at the same moment, cultivate equinimity, spaciousness, emptiness, awareness, clarity... may it be so. If you stay, or if you go I won't try, I won't hide 'Cause if you stay, or if you go I won't lie, I won't try 'Cause if you stay 'Cause if you stay... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw, Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, I never see my hat no more. Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. 14 years old and hard to the core, I'm walking home making plans for war, My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, Your still alive son, please take it easy Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, Scuffling in the street is no way to die, And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap Of making war over a baseball cap. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw, Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, I never see my hat no more. Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. 14 years old and hard to the core, I'm walking home making plans for war, My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, Your still alive son, please take it easy Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, Scuffling in the street is no way to die, And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap Of making war over a baseball cap. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
Yo we was talking earlier and I was telling you talking bout life
I feel like life is like braided hair Its sorta like twist you know Bout braided hair like twist You know three strands twist together Ultimately you get to where you wanna get to From the same dirt from the heels of my ancestors The naked roads and the fields where the pain festered And I wonder where the hold came from In the deeps of my heart make me yearn for the drum It's the same place where the cross is burned The same place where the loss was earned It's the place where the floss was yearned Gold teeth and bling ice on the ring baby sure : We've all got things that are hanging about Things that make us cool, Things that make us whack, Things that make us mad Things we wish we never had done But they're just the things that make us real Not the maps to guide where we go from here The road twists and braids our hair Until we all get there I like that I don't know some mysteries Ancient things and beginnings Excited about the day when I don't have to hear all the theories My scalp needs some grease It's the same place where the crosses burned The same place where the loss was earned The only way we all can learn Is if we have these braids with the twist and turns so Walking in the race of life Looking for my own pace Not always wanting to but I have to Sometimes feeling like I've bitten off much more than I could chew But the wind goes though my hair Lifts me up with ease not a crease Hair full of grease no weave embracing me It's you I see I am you and you are me I see yeah I am you and you are me I see We might survive as brothers yeah or perish here as fools Go place your bets Don't bet too soon You might find me in another Feels like someone you once knew You know that face yeah we all do Braided hair (what's it all for?) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Forces Of Nature (포스 오브 네이처) by John Powell [ost] (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
Spoken Words:
Music is to me proof of the existence of god, It is so extraordinarily full of magic And, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference. Come play a while, Come dance and sing, Come fall and raise, Become kings and queens, For all we are is beautiful. You and me are the only ones. Come play a while, Come dance and sing, Come fall and raise, Become kings and queens, For all we are is beautiful. You and me are the only ones. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man The mean streets are home, My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, I carry traces of death in my hair, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware I'm unfeeling Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're missinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my hair, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. You think I didn't know it's over with your face like a rat Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm gonna take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin diceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just fuss Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, I can afford to smoke sacred fire, Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. I hear you wanna hold me to blame, but we're the same, So for me win society and feel the shame, I'm a rough old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man, this is who I am. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
He's a dirty old man,
And a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man? My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware (?) Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're misinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, (?) concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my skin, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm going to take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just ? Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, 'Cause I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. |
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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Cafe Ibiza Vol.2 - Les Nuits (2006)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
OOOOOH YAAA HEYY...
KOI ALLAH KOLO MERI LEY BA... TERE ALLAH KOOOO MERI LEBA OYA DUNYA KO JABAROOOOOO HEY CHADI... AAAAAHH.... HEY MA YO MA FOUELEYH.... SA MA RE LE.... GARE.... ALLAH HOU... JOULER... A DUNYA KO JABARO... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face -
I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home Take me home Take me home Take me home |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
Ahh
I plunge into your ocean Fall backwards from within Fish feed from my fingers I feel my self Suspended in your space A starfish to your sun I feel the pull of deeper dance Before my life's begun I'm growing to your heatbeat I'm dancing in your blood I'm breathing in your water My mother and my God My mother and my God My mother and my God My mother and my God |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts. It's in natural grace Or watching young lives shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies. Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends. This is my church (x2) This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. It's in the world I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum. It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect, Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurts. For tonight, God is a DJ. God is a DJ (x2) This is my church (x3) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Maxi Jazz in background: ...wish he was a man
Pauline: Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Maxi Jazz in background: ...in a dream... Pauline: To be proud has never been so mean, so hard, so strange, so cruel Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x) Touch the hem of his garment Dagger should be the tool of a clump. I'm a fool, you see Maxi Jazz in background: it's not... Pauline: Why should such violence, such pain hang between you and me When love should be a queen on her throne looking after her own I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs, this table, one leg, in this house Seriously, I think we could be, Feel we could be, touched by the hem of his garment Pauline / chorus: Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x) Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Playing king for a day
I hang with my people Whenever I can You say that I'm scruffy Misguided and blue Like a fly on a string There's a web that surrounds you But I will find a way in In you hour of need I'll be there Yes I will You lay a place at your table Let me sleep in your bed You hurt and confuse me My queen for a day I know I'm foolish Harsh and unfair Cos my hour of need I know you'v always been there In your hour of need I'll be there Yes I will |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Watch me ride:
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice while I lick your ear, Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair, I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair, Eyes half closed, Cute little nose, And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose, Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing, I was pumping and she was biting, Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared, The girl had her finger on my keyboard, Oh lord, this is gonna last all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If I come first well that's the worse scenario, I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario, I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening, One take like an earthquake make the bed brake, We be famous worldwide overnight And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write. I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. I give a massage, Skin supercharge, Imagination on turbo situation large, Sometimes you handle me kinda course, Like a horse, the bed a wrecked To keep from flying. I got my teeth in her neck... If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Watch me ride:
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice while I lick your ear, Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair, I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair, Eyes half closed, Cute little nose, And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose, Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing, I was pumping and she was biting, Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared, The girl had her finger on my keyboard, Oh lord, this is gonna last all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If I come first well that's the worse scenario, I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario, I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening, One take like an earthquake make the bed brake, We be famous worldwide overnight And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write. I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. I give a massage, Skin supercharge, Imagination on turbo situation large, Sometimes you handle me kinda course, Like a horse, the bed a wrecked To keep from flying. I got my teeth in her neck... If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. |
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from Forces Of Nature (포스 오브 네이처) by John Powell [ost] (1999)
Watch me ride:
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice while I lick your ear, Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair, I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair, Eyes half closed, Cute little nose, And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose, Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing, I was pumping and she was biting, Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared, The girl had her finger on my keyboard, Oh lord, this is gonna last all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If I come first well that's the worse scenario, I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario, I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening, One take like an earthquake make the bed brake, We be famous worldwide overnight And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write. I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. I give a massage, Skin supercharge, Imagination on turbo situation large, Sometimes you handle me kinda course, Like a horse, the bed a wrecked To keep from flying. I got my teeth in her neck... If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight Without fear Insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candlelight, I find insight Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black This insomniac, take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature Under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight Without fear Insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candlelight, I find insight Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black This insomniac, take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature Under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight Without fear Insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candlelight, I find insight Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black This insomniac, take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature Under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |
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from A Night At The Roxbury (록스베리 나이트) by David Kitay [ost] (1998)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from Masters Series - 90`s House Party (2010)
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight Without fear Insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candlelight, I find insight Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black This insomniac, take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature Under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
It's my turn the short division
I'm the light that shines and guides the young I eat before I start But I'm not going to finish now What's the problem? It's in a person It's in a person... in the world I'm warning you, that's the truth What's the problem? It's in a person It's in a person....in the world I'm warning you, I'm warning you It's in a person, it's in a person I'm warning you, I'm warning you It's the truth Africa land for preachers gold Land for everybody ? young and old The place that holds for some bright future, But for others the future tend to torture Maaaaaa Africa. What went wrong with your brains? You kill each other you destroy human dignity People of Africa lets stand together And make it the land of hope! I want to tell everybody about myself. |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
When I look back over the years
at the things that brought tears to my eyes papa said we have to be wise to live long lives now i recognise what my father said before he dies vocalise things I've left unsaid left my spirit unfed for too long Im coming home to my family Where i can be strong Be who I planned to be Within me my ancestory Givinme continuity Would it be remiss to continue in this way would you rather I quit come with the other shit making people's hips sway lip service I pay but im nervous i pray for all the mothers who get no sleep like a lifeline I light lines cause my compassion is deep for the people who fashioned me my soul to keep and this is who i happen to be and if I dont see that Im strong then I wont be This is what my Daddy told me I wished he would hold me A little more than he did But he taught me my culture And how to live positive I never wanna shame The blood in my veins and bring pain to my sweet grandfathers face in his resting place I make haste to learn and not waste everything my forefathers earned in tears for my culture Fall back again Crawl from the warm water for my culture water to air youre on your feet again your feet again. Hello Dad, remember me? Im the man you thought Id never be. Im the boy who you reduced to tears Dad Id been lonely for 27 years Yeah, thats right my names Bob Im the one who landed the popstars job Im the one who you told : look, dont touch? and the kid who wouldn't amount to much. I believe in the senses out of so |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
Last night I went to sleep as a child
Only to wake up this morning and find out I was a man In my hands I discovered the tools and the rage of my father And in my heart I found the love and the fears of my mother Confrontation between the night and the day The land and the sea The fire and the air The sacred and the profane The holy and the unholy The focused and the misdirected The bully and the flesh The mind and the spirit The sound and the air The oppressor and the resister The brother and the sister We are not walking the ghosts of the dead We are alive With the spirit of our passion (African chant) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Dido:
Oh, darling, i miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: New york, new york, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today i feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly september 22 to heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know i miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Maxi jazz: Honey, i'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, i go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So i stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, i'll still be miles away It's not my best day Dido: Oh, darling, i miss you Maxi jazz: God bless Dido: An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, i miss you... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Dido:
My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go [Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad] Maxi Jazz: New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today I feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly September 22 to Heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know I miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Please, send my love to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...) Send my love to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...) Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The TM recommends an antigen One of them could resist again I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to LA, I'll still be miles away It's not my best day I'm a get some rest, God bless Dido: My love has gone (wo wo) My love has gone (has has has ...) (wo wo) Maxi Jazz: We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen As for us, there's too much to relate We've done five gigs, yet we're only in our third state America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate Only place in the world even I can gain weight Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware Open air, there's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm yawning I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning Dido: My love has gone (wo wo) My love has gone (wo wo) My love has gone No earthly ships will ever Bring him home |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
TV is enough
It is providing artificial friends and relatives for lonely people What it is is recurrent families The same friends and relatives come back Week after week after week after week And they're wittier and they're better looking and they're much more interesting and they're richer Than your real friends and relatives Where is the love from birth Where it's gone Where is the love for humanity Where it's gone The love for the children Respect for the elders Where it's gone Where it's gone I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know When will they get it right And live in the light Rest in the city Grace for the nightfall Rewash my memory Turn climb my great wall Peace don't desert me Not in the forest Grace where I trespass Calling my goddess This is not real Here is not now Why do you seek All that is? Where is the love from birth Where it's gone Where is the love for humanity Where it's gone? I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know Tell me I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know Tell me I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know Dream my grandfather Dream of great quiet Barely a flash between Words and blue silence Gentle this hour Wet is the highway Brave are these cowards Racing, racing, racing, racing away Racing, racing, racing, racing away Racing away This is not real |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass, Taste, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil Cos you're level if you follow me For quality, and I make no apology For linking my thinking with computer technology. Cos this is like a modern day hymn For the new church, I search for the truth, I've got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir, I'm from the street university Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity. And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time, Petite crime sometimes, But now I'm inclined to find A fresh direction, kiss me neck, Check out the funky section. Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words, A comfort coming straight from my heart, I'm not a mystic, My views are realistic, simplistic, One special brew I get pissed quick, And get sick so I don't do it no more, I won't find peace of mind Rolling around on the floor. The point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never place wealth before my spirit, I feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold-diggers setting you up, Soon be forgetting your existence, Do you need a for instance, I have to admire your persistence In sticking to a game plan, That brings you pain man, And at the end of the day nothing is gained, So listen to the voice within, I'll see ya later, Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. Quite still you feel there's nothing going on until you realize the space behind your eyes is filling up with something like peace as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul. I aint a Christian Sometimes I feel like diss'in em But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know if you would once relax, chill to the max these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul. If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today just who it's going to be, Thou shalt have no other God but me, So set you free see, But you'll have to listen, And who's that false idol I see you kissing? Money, success and untold wealth, good health And all you have to do is love yourself. It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, So just chill And get off the race track And take a pace back, face facts, It's your decision, You don't need eyes to see, You need vision, Continue to view the lord as being separated And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated, For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts, These facts in my rap, I don't sing, But I want to share the peace that they bring, My name is G.O.D. The Grand Oral Disseminator. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass, Taste, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil Cos you're level if you follow me For quality, and I make no apology For linking my thinking with computer technology. Cos this is like a modern day hymn For the new church, I search for the truth, I've got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir, I'm from the street university Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity. And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time, Petite crime sometimes, But now I'm inclined to find A fresh direction, kiss me neck, Check out the funky section. Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words, A comfort coming straight from my heart, I'm not a mystic, My views are realistic, simplistic, One special brew I get pissed quick, And get sick so I don't do it no more, I won't find peace of mind Rolling around on the floor. The point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never place wealth before my spirit, I feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold-diggers setting you up, Soon be forgetting your existence, Do you need a for instance, I have to admire your persistence In sticking to a game plan, That brings you pain man, And at the end of the day nothing is gained, So listen to the voice within, I'll see ya later, Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. Quite still you feel there's nothing going on until you realize the space behind your eyes is filling up with something like peace as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul. I aint a Christian Sometimes I feel like diss'in em But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know if you would once relax, chill to the max these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul. If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today just who it's going to be, Thou shalt have no other God but me, So set you free see, But you'll have to listen, And who's that false idol I see you kissing? Money, success and untold wealth, good health And all you have to do is love yourself. It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, So just chill And get off the race track And take a pace back, face facts, It's your decision, You don't need eyes to see, You need vision, Continue to view the lord as being separated And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated, For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts, These facts in my rap, I don't sing, But I want to share the peace that they bring, My name is G.O.D. The Grand Oral Disseminator. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass, Taste, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil Cos you're level if you follow me For quality, and I make no apology For linking my thinking with computer technology. Cos this is like a modern day hymn For the new church, I search for the truth, I've got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir, I'm from the street university Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity. And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time, Petite crime sometimes, But now I'm inclined to find A fresh direction, kiss me neck, Check out the funky section. Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words, A comfort coming straight from my heart, I'm not a mystic, My views are realistic, simplistic, One special brew I get pissed quick, And get sick so I don't do it no more, I won't find peace of mind Rolling around on the floor. The point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never place wealth before my spirit, I feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold-diggers setting you up, Soon be forgetting your existence, Do you need a for instance, I have to admire your persistence In sticking to a game plan, That brings you pain man, And at the end of the day nothing is gained, So listen to the voice within, I'll see ya later, Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. Quite still you feel there's nothing going on until you realize the space behind your eyes is filling up with something like peace as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul. I aint a Christian Sometimes I feel like diss'in em But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know if you would once relax, chill to the max these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul. If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today just who it's going to be, Thou shalt have no other God but me, So set you free see, But you'll have to listen, And who's that false idol I see you kissing? Money, success and untold wealth, good health And all you have to do is love yourself. It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, So just chill And get off the race track And take a pace back, face facts, It's your decision, You don't need eyes to see, You need vision, Continue to view the lord as being separated And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated, For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts, These facts in my rap, I don't sing, But I want to share the peace that they bring, My name is G.O.D. The Grand Oral Disseminator. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
How can I change the world if I can't even change myself?
I cannot change the way I am? I don't know, I don't know. I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganize, Realize my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I want to know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, can you feel it? When I get deep, want to hear myself sleep, Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I ? with a booze and a spiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming, this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming, Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido :
How can I change the world if I can't even change myself ? I cannot change the way I am ? I don't know, I don't know. Maxi Jazz : I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganise, Realise my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real ? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I wanna know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, acn you feel it ? When I get deep, wanna hear myself sleep, Not drowning, just tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I ___ with a booze and a slpiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming ___ this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming, Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido :
How can I change the world if I can't even change myself ? I cannot change the way I am ? I don't know, I don't know. Maxi Jazz : I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganise, Realise my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real ? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I wanna know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, acn you feel it ? When I get deep, wanna hear myself sleep, Not drowning, just tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I ___ with a booze and a slpiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming ___ this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming, Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
How can I change the world if I can't even change myself?
I cannot change the way I am? I don't know, I don't know. I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganize, Realize my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I want to know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, can you feel it? When I get deep, want to hear myself sleep, Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I ? with a booze and a spiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming, this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming, Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
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