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from The Beach (비치) by Angelo Badalamenti [ost] (2000)
Lovely... Always on till like a quarter to three, lovely Always on till like a quarter to three, lovely Always on till like a quarter to three, lovely Always on till like a quarter to three, lovely Even though it's sandy and dusty Adjust my position on my cushion Time is a treasure cause it's oh-so-dear Lying here at my leisure on air And the sun is really high in the sky How am I supposed to 'do the dew' When it's too hot to move I'm woozy I'm woozy I'm woozy Nobody in bed with me I need room to be where I want to be No need to zoom or rush In fact, take out the bass in case we need more hush Less percussion, a little less pushing and shoving Take it easy, you could even get sleazy Come around, watch a movie with the sound down And get woozy I'm woozy I'm woozy I'm woozy, yeah I'm woozy |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come.
I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? Tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
(Ashla Bhosle)
Karmany evaadhikaraste ma phalesu kadacana Ma karma phala hetur bhur ma te sango'stv arkamani Paritramaya sadhunam vinasaya ca duskrtam Dharma samsthapanarthaya sambhavami yuge yuge (Michael Stipe) Fall over myself Don't mean to interrupt I was miles away Things I forgot Are the footstools of God That's how I behaved I frighten myself and folded my hand As you talked to God I love the way you dream (9x) Even my most base complaint my sweet My aims were lower And even though all my restraint my sweet My aim was clumsy And even if there's only one thing I want for you I want for you I love the way you dream. I love the way you love the way you dream, one for me one for you One for me, one for you. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cause I always take thee long way home |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have and get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home |
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from 1 Giant Leap - 1 Giant Leap (2002)
Some people went around interviewing dying patients
But not one person said they regretted not making more money or working harder They all seemed to say their regrets were not spending more time with the people they loved And not travelling more and relating more to the world and the planet (Maori) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
<i>[Maxi Jazz]</i>
Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy ?? in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek Not petite, baby got a large physique She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin' kisses on your back You like that, Mrs. X, reputation intact Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets all I got Boom, how come we always trash the room? Grab your coat 'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I'm a slave to your outrage Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage Color-coded alloys, much noise, <i>[??]</i> poise Exalt enough to know the roots of old age Yes yes. Who got the keys to my RS As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake trick Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift It never failed to bring a grin to the limb Baby's equipped me and she gone clear I got quick reduction on my understeer I been fairly and squarely described as hairy People say my baby is scary Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice I just love to hear my baby's voice She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I roll up her position, everything's in position my friend's demonstrating ?? I listen for a minute before taking sides Sleep the eyes, on the limit, sit down and spin it like we do Every Friday, 'round my way where I play before we.. No alcohol is a rule My baby gets passed around I don't frown I love to see my friends getting down When it's just me and she you know it's never precarious But sharing with your buddies is hilarious Variously we argue and Disagree and get heated Have to tell my people that we see it and we start the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs and seeds to meet your needs ?? hello: clarity, mellow She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
<i>[Maxi Jazz]</i>
Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy ?? in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek Not petite, baby got a large physique She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin' kisses on your back You like that, Mrs. X, reputation intact Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets all I got Boom, how come we always trash the room? Grab your coat 'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I'm a slave to your outrage Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage Color-coded alloys, much noise, <i>[??]</i> poise Exalt enough to know the roots of old age Yes yes. Who got the keys to my RS As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake trick Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift It never failed to bring a grin to the limb Baby's equipped me and she gone clear I got quick reduction on my understeer I been fairly and squarely described as hairy People say my baby is scary Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice I just love to hear my baby's voice She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I roll up her position, everything's in position my friend's demonstrating ?? I listen for a minute before taking sides Sleep the eyes, on the limit, sit down and spin it like we do Every Friday, 'round my way where I play before we.. No alcohol is a rule My baby gets passed around I don't frown I love to see my friends getting down When it's just me and she you know it's never precarious But sharing with your buddies is hilarious Variously we argue and Disagree and get heated Have to tell my people that we see it and we start the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs and seeds to meet your needs ?? hello: clarity, mellow She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
<i>[Maxi Jazz]</i>
Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy ?? in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek Not petite, baby got a large physique She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin' kisses on your back You like that, Mrs. X, reputation intact Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets all I got Boom, how come we always trash the room? Grab your coat 'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I'm a slave to your outrage Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage Color-coded alloys, much noise, <i>[??]</i> poise Exalt enough to know the roots of old age Yes yes. Who got the keys to my RS As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake trick Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift It never failed to bring a grin to the limb Baby's equipped me and she gone clear I got quick reduction on my understeer I been fairly and squarely described as hairy People say my baby is scary Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice I just love to hear my baby's voice She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I roll up her position, everything's in position my friend's demonstrating ?? I listen for a minute before taking sides Sleep the eyes, on the limit, sit down and spin it like we do Every Friday, 'round my way where I play before we.. No alcohol is a rule My baby gets passed around I don't frown I love to see my friends getting down When it's just me and she you know it's never precarious But sharing with your buddies is hilarious Variously we argue and Disagree and get heated Have to tell my people that we see it and we start the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs and seeds to meet your needs ?? hello: clarity, mellow She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
<i>[Maxi Jazz]</i>
Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy ?? in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek Not petite, baby got a large physique She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin' kisses on your back You like that, Mrs. X, reputation intact Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets all I got Boom, how come we always trash the room? Grab your coat 'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I'm a slave to your outrage Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage Color-coded alloys, much noise, <i>[??]</i> poise Exalt enough to know the roots of old age Yes yes. Who got the keys to my RS As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake trick Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift It never failed to bring a grin to the limb Baby's equipped me and she gone clear I got quick reduction on my understeer I been fairly and squarely described as hairy People say my baby is scary Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice I just love to hear my baby's voice She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I roll up her position, everything's in position my friend's demonstrating ?? I listen for a minute before taking sides Sleep the eyes, on the limit, sit down and spin it like we do Every Friday, 'round my way where I play before we.. No alcohol is a rule My baby gets passed around I don't frown I love to see my friends getting down When it's just me and she you know it's never precarious But sharing with your buddies is hilarious Variously we argue and Disagree and get heated Have to tell my people that we see it and we start the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs and seeds to meet your needs ?? hello: clarity, mellow She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
<i>[Maxi Jazz]</i>
Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy ?? in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek Not petite, baby got a large physique She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin' kisses on your back You like that, Mrs. X, reputation intact Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets all I got Boom, how come we always trash the room? Grab your coat 'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I'm a slave to your outrage Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage Color-coded alloys, much noise, <i>[??]</i> poise Exalt enough to know the roots of old age Yes yes. Who got the keys to my RS As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake trick Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift It never failed to bring a grin to the limb Baby's equipped me and she gone clear I got quick reduction on my understeer I been fairly and squarely described as hairy People say my baby is scary Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice I just love to hear my baby's voice She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I roll up her position, everything's in position my friend's demonstrating ?? I listen for a minute before taking sides Sleep the eyes, on the limit, sit down and spin it like we do Every Friday, 'round my way where I play before we.. No alcohol is a rule My baby gets passed around I don't frown I love to see my friends getting down When it's just me and she you know it's never precarious But sharing with your buddies is hilarious Variously we argue and Disagree and get heated Have to tell my people that we see it and we start the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs and seeds to meet your needs ?? hello: clarity, mellow She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby |
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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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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 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 - 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)
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 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)
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 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 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 - 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 (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 (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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 (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)
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 / 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)
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 (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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