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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw, Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, I never see my hat no more. Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. 14 years old and hard to the core, I'm walking home making plans for war, My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, Your still alive son, please take it easy Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, Scuffling in the street is no way to die, And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap Of making war over a baseball cap. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man The mean streets are home, My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, I carry traces of death in my hair, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware I'm unfeeling Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're missinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my hair, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. You think I didn't know it's over with your face like a rat Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm gonna take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin diceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just fuss Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, I can afford to smoke sacred fire, Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. I hear you wanna hold me to blame, but we're the same, So for me win society and feel the shame, I'm a rough old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man, this is who I am. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (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 (1996)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight Without fear Insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candlelight, I find insight Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black This insomniac, take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature Under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |
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from Faithless - Reverence (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)
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 (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)
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 A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw, Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, I never see my hat no more. Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. 14 years old and hard to the core, I'm walking home making plans for war, My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, Your still alive son, please take it easy Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, Scuffling in the street is no way to die, And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap Of making war over a baseball cap. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
He's a dirty old man,
And a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man? My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware (?) Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're misinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, (?) concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my skin, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm going to take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just ? Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, 'Cause I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1997)
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face -
I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home Take me home Take me home Take me home |
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from 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 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 Faithless - Reverence (1997)
Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass, Taste, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil Cos you're level if you follow me For quality, and I make no apology For linking my thinking with computer technology. Cos this is like a modern day hymn For the new church, I search for the truth, I've got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir, I'm from the street university Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity. And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time, Petite crime sometimes, But now I'm inclined to find A fresh direction, kiss me neck, Check out the funky section. Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words, A comfort coming straight from my heart, I'm not a mystic, My views are realistic, simplistic, One special brew I get pissed quick, And get sick so I don't do it no more, I won't find peace of mind Rolling around on the floor. The point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never place wealth before my spirit, I feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold-diggers setting you up, Soon be forgetting your existence, Do you need a for instance, I have to admire your persistence In sticking to a game plan, That brings you pain man, And at the end of the day nothing is gained, So listen to the voice within, I'll see ya later, Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. Quite still you feel there's nothing going on until you realize the space behind your eyes is filling up with something like peace as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul. I aint a Christian Sometimes I feel like diss'in em But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know if you would once relax, chill to the max these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul. If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today just who it's going to be, Thou shalt have no other God but me, So set you free see, But you'll have to listen, And who's that false idol I see you kissing? Money, success and untold wealth, good health And all you have to do is love yourself. It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, So just chill And get off the race track And take a pace back, face facts, It's your decision, You don't need eyes to see, You need vision, Continue to view the lord as being separated And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated, For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts, These facts in my rap, I don't sing, But I want to share the peace that they bring, My name is G.O.D. The Grand Oral Disseminator. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (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 - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
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)
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)
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)
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)
<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 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)
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)
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 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 Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
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)
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)
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)
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)
<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 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)
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)
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 Cruel Intentions (사랑보다 아름다운 유혹) [best, ost] (1999)
[Chorus:]
Change around the words that you say to suit me fine [Maxi Jazz:] Predictable behavior, I crave ya I'm driven, you're my only living savior Sometimes I hate ya, but I'm whipped Being led head down to the crypt Restricted like a conscript you loved to bully I place the blame with you fully [Chorus:] Change around the words that you said to suit me fine Make them mine [Maxi Jazz:] Listen, Don't panic, there's only we two left on the planet I can explain, I know it happened again It's manic, I'm standing in the flame trying to fan it You don't know what you got till it's gone I'm at the edge of the night where nobody belong Fingers are drumming And that's where you come in [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine Make them mine Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest [Maxi Jazz:] I'm addicted I have a demon for a wife He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life Takes notes on how to provoke past grief Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief Feed all day from underneath like a thief I'm left weak, barely able to speak I see nothing but constant supply I can read every look in your eye I leave with a lie Maybe our love will never die Or, maybe it's the last time I make you cry Make my appeal like the condemned Let's go away for the weekend Your life I will steal And descend with it into the pit I'm addicted [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine [Maxi Jazz:] I'm addicted [Chorus:] Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest [Maxi Jazz:] I have a little problem I have a demon for a wife He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life Takes notes on how to provoke past grief Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine Make them mine Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest |
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from Forces Of Nature (포스 오브 네이처) by John Powell [ost] (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from 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 (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1999)
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)
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)
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)
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)
<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 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)
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)
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 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 / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts. It's in natural grace Or watching young lives shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies. Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends. This is my church (x2) This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. It's in the world I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum. It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect, Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurts. For tonight, God is a DJ. God is a DJ (x2) This is my church (x3) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / 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)
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)
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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