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from Counting Crows - You Can`t Count On Me [single] (2008)
Anything's hard to change
But hey I got you down on your knees again You watch the sky It's a pale parade of passing clouds That cover The bed upon which we laid In the dark And the memories that I made Of a laughing girl But you're just my toy And I can't stop playing with you baby If you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me Coming along real good But still can't do most of the things I should I watch the sky coming down to bury me and I can't stop this crawling out of my skin I know that you see yourself flying in Out of the sky Coming down To carry me But I won't come out So if you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me No you can't count on me I watched all of the same parades As they passed on the days you wish you'd stayed But i All this pain gets me high And I get off and you know why So if you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me So if you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me Aw you can't count on me No you can't count on me |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Anything's hard to change but hey I got you down on your knees again,
You watch the sky, it's a pale parade of passing clouds that cover, The bed upon which we laid, in the dark and the memories that I made, Of a laughing girl but you're just my toy, And I can't stop playing with you, baby. If you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. Coming along real good, But I still can't do most of the things I should, I watch the sky, coming down to bury me and, I can't stop this crawling out of my skin, I know that you see yourself flying in, out of the sky, Coming down to carry me but I won't come out. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. I watched all of the same parades, As they passed on the days that you wish you'd stayed, But all this pain gets me high, And I get off and you know why. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's just one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, Aw you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
It's 1:30 in the morning,
But that's alright by me, Weren't you just waiting by the phone? Well I should give a little warning, But I need the things I need, I'm not proud to need a hand, But I just don't understand. So why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. Ain't necessarily a bad thing, To believe the things I say, 'Cause you can make yourself feel good, You know it's really not a good thing, To give everything to me, I'm just waiting for the show, 'Cause I got nowhere to go. So why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. 'Cause nothing makes me feel so good, Or gets me high so I sleep at night, And lets me know that everything's alright, I feel nice. I'm so sorry in the morning, You can believe what you believe, I'm used to waking up alone, And if you think about it, Anyone you think about is better love than me, But if you're not fallen quite asleep, I might call tonight, If that's alright. Why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. Oh, why should you come when I call? Oh, why do I go, when I go? Oh, why should you, Why should you, come when I call? Why should you come, Why should you come when I call? |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
It's 1:30 in the morning,
But that's alright by me, Weren't you just waiting by the phone? Well I should give a little warning, But I need the things I need, I'm not proud to need a hand, But I just don't understand. So why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. Ain't necessarily a bad thing, To believe the things I say, 'Cause you can make yourself feel good, You know it's really not a good thing, To give everything to me, I'm just waiting for the show, 'Cause I got nowhere to go. So why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. 'Cause nothing makes me feel so good, Or gets me high so I sleep at night, And lets me know that everything's alright, I feel nice. I'm so sorry in the morning, You can believe what you believe, I'm used to waking up alone, And if you think about it, Anyone you think about is better love than me, But if you're not fallen quite asleep, I might call tonight, If that's alright. Why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. Oh, why should you come when I call? Oh, why do I go, when I go? Oh, why should you, Why should you, come when I call? Why should you come, Why should you come when I call? |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Well you know I don't like you but you want to be my friend,
Well there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings, It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand, When you dream of Michelangelo, they hang above your hands. And I know that she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again, And I can't see why you wanna talk to me, When your vision of America is crystalline and clean, I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain, But from the walls of Michelangelo, I'm dangling again, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Saturn on a line, A sun afire on strings and wires, To spin above my head and make it right, But any time you like, You can catch a sight of angel eyes, All emptiness and infinite. And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, I see god upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead, And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand, But we are never quite as close, as we are led to understand. And I know she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking, walking, walking, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Oh my my, oh lord no, yes she's walking on my skin again and again. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me,
I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air, When nothing I needed was left there behind me, I walked out through the shadows of Washington Square. I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley, And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen, But I loved like a fountain and it left me with nothing, Just memories of walking through Washington Square. Now I live in the shadows, where light is electric, And time is a number, that rests on a wall, And nobody knows me, my friends and my family, Are as far from this city as Washington Square. So cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight, And I'll follow this freeway out into the air, In case you should wander and wanted to find me, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, Washington Square, Washington Square. |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
"I gotta rush away," she said, "I been to Boston before. and anyways this change I been feeling doesn't make the rain fall" No big differences these days just the same old walkaways and someday i'm gonna stay but not today |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
I've gotta rush away,
She said, I've been to Boston before, And anyway, this change I've been feeling, Doesn't make the rain fall, No big differences these days, Just the same old walkaways. Someday, I'm gonna stay, But not today. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Is everybody happy now?
Is everybody clear? We could drive out to the dunes tonight, 'cause summer's almost here. And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right Let them slip away, I might sleep all day. When the roads are clear, We'll head on out of here, If you're coming back, I'll see you in the morning I'm just staring at the ceiling staring back at me, Just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me... And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right And let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohhh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] fix your hair just right Put your jeans on tight, Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy. 'Cause I've been thinking I'd like to see your eyes open up real wide the minute that you see me. If you don't come through, I wouldn't wait for you. I understand that everyone goes disappearing, into the greatest grey that covers over everyday, and hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance... I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] Baby I'm not alone only wanna get high |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Is everybody happy now?
Is everybody clear? We could drive out to the dunes tonight, 'cause summer's almost here. And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right Let them slip away, I might sleep all day. When the roads are clear, We'll head on out of here, If you're coming back, I'll see you in the morning I'm just staring at the ceiling staring back at me, Just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me... And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right And let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohhh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] fix your hair just right Put your jeans on tight, Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy. 'Cause I've been thinking I'd like to see your eyes open up real wide the minute that you see me. If you don't come through, I wouldn't wait for you. I understand that everyone goes disappearing, into the greatest grey that covers over everyday, and hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance... I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] Baby I'm not alone only wanna get high |
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| from Counting Crows - Underwater Sunshine (Or What We Did On Our Summer Vacation) (2012) | |||||
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
I wanted so badly somebody other than me Staring back at me. But you were gone, gone, gone. I wanted to see you walking backwards To get the sensation of you coming home. I wanted to see you walking away from me Without the sensation of you leaving me alone.: Time and time again. Time and time again. Time and time again. I can't please myself. I wanted the ocean to cover over me. I wanna sink slowly without getting wet. Maybe someday I won't be so lonely And I'll walk on water, heh, every chance I get. So when are you coming home, sweet angel? You leaving me alone? All alone? Well if I'm drowning darling, you'll come down this way on your own. I wish I was travelin' on a freeway Beneath this graveyard western sky. I'm gonna set fire to this city And out in the desert, yeah, we're gonna ride.: Time and time again. Time and time again. Time and time and time again. I can't please myself. Ohhhh yeah. I can't please myself and I, I can't please nobody else and... Time again. Time and time again. Time and time and time and time again. I can't please myself. No no no no... |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Colored rubbers and a bedroom set,
I wouldn't know it, if it hit me, You take a little step and then it feels like love, I think I better get a little of it in me, Give me a kiss, I think it feels like love, Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine, C'mon baby, well light me up, I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. Your mother made you in a parking lot, My mother made me out of flesh and wire, Try to remember what you might forget, I try to remember everything, Try to remember so you don't disappear, Try to remember so you don't fade away, Your mother made you out of smoke and rain, Your mother made you in a fire that's faded. You think that you can do without me, And I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing, I wanna touch you for my self-respect, Give me a reason or I might stop breathing, Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet, Gotta stop breathing 'cause the sky is falling, I might go out and watch the moon explode, Give me directions to the highway crossing, I'll go lie down in the middle of the road and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in at all. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
I wanted so badly somebody other than me Staring back at me. But you were gone, gone, gone. I wanted to see you walking backwards To get the sensation of you coming home. I wanted to see you walking away from me Without the sensation of you leaving me alone.: Time and time again. Time and time again. Time and time again. I can't please myself. I wanted the ocean to cover over me. I wanna sink slowly without getting wet. Maybe someday I won't be so lonely And I'll walk on water, heh, every chance I get. So when are you coming home, sweet angel? You leaving me alone? All alone? Well if I'm drowning darling, you'll come down this way on your own. I wish I was travelin' on a freeway Beneath this graveyard western sky. I'm gonna set fire to this city And out in the desert, yeah, we're gonna ride.: Time and time again. Time and time again. Time and time and time again. I can't please myself. Ohhhh yeah. I can't please myself and I, I can't please nobody else and... Time again. Time and time again. Time and time and time and time again. I can't please myself. No no no no... |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street,
Cross the water and home through the town, Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet, Pretty soon now I won't come around, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly fallen to her knees. Take the way home. Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street, Where all the bodies hang on the air, If she remembers, she hides it whenever we meet, Either way now, I don't really care, 'Cause I'm gone from there, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly crawling on her knees, She's down on her knees, down on her knees. Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street, Where I'm just another rider burned to the ground, Come tumbling down, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly crawling on her knees, It's almost everything I need, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on, down on my knees, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on my knees. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by,
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why, But I've seen Cadillacs sailing. And I was born on the shores of Chesapeake Bay, But Maryland and Virginia have faded away, And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today, So I am endlessly waiting. And the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of a modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned, With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins, From where you think you'll end up to the state that you're in, Your reflection approaches and then recedes again. Yeah but the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of the modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Well I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives, Down the length of the evening to the carnival side, In a house where regret is a carousel ride, We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now. There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell, There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell, And there are people who will say that they knew me so well, I may not go to heaven, I hope you go to hell. Yeah but the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of a modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream, In his dream, St. Robinson in his dream, Some people are never quite what they seem, Oh come on baby, come on darlin', come on, Lets just get into my car and drive, Oh come on lets just get into my car and drive, Just don't always do the same thing over and over. |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
I get so nervous I'm shaking
Gets so I got no pride at all Gets so bad but I just keep coming back for more I guess I just get off on that stuff I'm thinking about taking some time I'm thinking about leaving soon I got some things I can't tell anyone I got some things I just can't say They're the kind of things no one knows about I just need somebody to talk to me I'm thinking about leaving tomorrow I'm thinking about being on my own I think I been wasting my time I'm thinking about getting out In all this time, The bottom line's you don't know how much I feel You say you see but I don't agree You don't know how I feel I'm just trying to get myself some gravity You're just trying to get me to stay Sometimes I sit here looking down upon Los Angeles Sometimes I'm floating away I'm thinking about breakin myself I'm thinking about getting back home I think I been waiting for way too long I'm thinking about getting out |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, "I dream of Ballerinas and I don't know why but I see Cadillac's sailing I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay But Maryland and Virginia have faded away And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today So I am endlessly waiting And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins From where you think you'll end up to the state that you're in Your reflection approaches and then recedes again And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now... There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say that they knew me so well' I may not go to heaven I hope you go to hell And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Please Welcome, ah my favourite band The Counting Crows Hey Were gonna start off with just David on Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you Angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain, Through myself and back again Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying Through the door, I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house and Takes all her clothes off, Says she's close to understanding Jesus She knows she's more than just a little you know - misunderstood She has trouble acting normal, well I have trouble acting normal but Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice just like lambs Round here - look - she's slipping though my hands Oh, Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of this lightning dream I said Mama's little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says, |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says its only in my head She says shhh I know its only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot Cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if Im falling |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says its only in my head She says shhh I know its only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot Cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if Im falling |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark now I'm standing on the lawn If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Well it was cold when i woke and the day was halfway done Nearly spring in San Francisco but I cannot feel the sun you were sleeping next to me but I knew that you'd be gone If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Take some time before you go think of monday's coming down and the people that you knew The ones that aren't around you've been fading day to day I've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things i do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you [2X] |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
Gonna get back to basics Guess I'll start it up again I'm falling' from the ceiling You're falling from the sky now and then Maybe you were shot down in pieces Maybe I slipped in between But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see Just you and me So why'd you come home to this sleepless town It's a lifetime commitment Recovering the satellites All anybody really wants to know is ... When you gonna come down Your mother recognizes all you're desperate displays And she watches as her babies drift violently away 'Til they see themselves in telescopes Do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey We're so fucked up, you and me So why'd you come home to this faithless town Where we make a lifetime commitment To recovering the satellites And all anybody really wants to know is ... When are you gonna come down She sees shooting stars and comet tails She's got heaven in her eyes She says I don't need to be an angel But I'm nothing if I'm not this high But we only stay in orbit For a moment of time And then you're everybody's satellite I wish that you were mine So why'd you come home to this angels town It's a lifetime decision Recovering the satellites Everybody really knows for sure ... That you're gonna come down That you're gonna come down |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Gonna get back to basics,
Guess I'll start it up again, I'm fallin' from the ceiling, You're falling from the sky now and then. Maybe you were shot down in pieces, Maybe I slipped in between, But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, The wildest people they ever hoped to see, Just you and me. So why'd you come home, To this sleepless town, It's a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is, When you gonna come down, When you gonna come down. Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, Well listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey, God we're so fucked up, you and me. So why'd you come home, To this faithless town, Where we make a lifetime commitment, To recovering the satellites, And all anybody really wants to know is, When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, When are you gonna come down. She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, She's got heaven in her eyes, She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. But we only stay in orbit, For a moment of time, And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine, Wish that you were mine. So why'd you come home, To this angel's town, Well it's a lifetime's decision, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really knows for sure is, That you're gonna come down, That you're gonna come down. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Gonna get back to basics,
Guess I'll start it up again, I'm fallin' from the ceiling, You're falling from the sky now and then. Maybe you were shot down in pieces, Maybe I slipped in between, But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, The wildest people they ever hoped to see, Just you and me. So why'd you come home, To this sleepless town, It's a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is, When you gonna come down, When you gonna come down. Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, Well listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey, God we're so fucked up, you and me. So why'd you come home, To this faithless town, Where we make a lifetime commitment, To recovering the satellites, And all anybody really wants to know is, When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, When are you gonna come down. She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, She's got heaven in her eyes, She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. But we only stay in orbit, For a moment of time, And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine, Wish that you were mine. So why'd you come home, To this angel's town, Well it's a lifetime's decision, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really knows for sure is, That you're gonna come down, That you're gonna come down. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
This circus is falling down on its knees The big top is crumbling down It's raining in baltimore fifty miles east Where you should be, no one's around I need a phone call I need a raincoat I need a big love I need a phone call These train conversations are passing me by And i don't have nothing to say You get what you pay for But i just had no intention of living this way I need a phone call I need a plane ride I need a sunburn I need a raincoat And i get no answers And i don't get no change It's raining in baltimore, baby But everything else is the same There's things i remember and things i forget I miss you i guess that i should Three thousand five hundred miles away But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call maybe i should buy a new car I can always hear a freight train if i listen real hard And i wish it was a small world Because i'm lonely for the big towns I'd like to hear a little guitar I think it's time to put the top down I need a phone call I need a raincoat |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
This circus is falling down on its knees,
The big top is crumbling down, It's raining in Baltimore fifteen miles east, Where you should be, no one's around. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a big love, I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by, And I don't have nothing to say, You get what you pay for, But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat. And I get no answers, And I don't get no change, It's raining in Baltimore, baby, But everything else is the same. There's things I remember, things I forget, I miss you, I guess that I should, Three thousand five hundred miles away, But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, Maybe I should buy a new car, I can always hear a freight train, Baby if I listen real hard, And I wish, I wish it was a small world, 'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns, I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat, I really, really need a raincoat, I really, really, really need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
This circus is falling down on its knees,
The big top is crumbling down, It's raining in Baltimore fifteen miles east, Where you should be, no one's around. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a big love, I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by, And I don't have nothing to say, You get what you pay for, But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat. And I get no answers, And I don't get no change, It's raining in Baltimore, baby, But everything else is the same. There's things I remember, things I forget, I miss you, I guess that I should, Three thousand five hundred miles away, But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, Maybe I should buy a new car, I can always hear a freight train, Baby if I listen real hard, And I wish, I wish it was a small world, 'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns, I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat, I really, really need a raincoat, I really, really, really need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying Down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith and sex and God In the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to feed me 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been crying , and I've been thinking And I am the Rain King Well I said Mama, mama, , why am I so alone? I can't go outside Cause I'm scared I might not make it home I'm alive, Im alive But I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Please invite me in Don't try to bleed me Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been lying I just keep sinking And I am the Rain King Hey, I only want the same as anyone Mr Henderson just keeps waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends And ends and begins and ends After all the dreaming I just wanna come back home again... I Said well every little bit of sister says youre going sinking Down well under ground And every little thing she does to me Is beautiful And I said every little bit of fun and loneliness Well, every little thing that endlessly confuses me But I said when I think of heaven Mmm said when I think of heaven Mmmm When I think of heaven I think of you Do you think of heaven And I said when I think of heaven Deliver me in a black winged bird Oh, come on I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame an |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Just down the street from your hotel, baby I stay at home with my disease And ain't this position familiar, darling Well, all monkeys do what they see Help me stay awake, i'm falling... Down on virginia and la loma Where i got friends who'll care for me You got an attitude of everything i ever wanted I got an attitude of need Help me stay awake, i'm falling... Asleep in perfect blue buildings Beside the green apple sea Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby Try to keep myself away from me (myself and) me It's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday It doesn't get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle Of these lives which are completely meaningless Help me stay awake, i'm falling... ( ) I got bones beneath my skin, and mister... There's a skeleton in every man's house Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody There's a dead man trying to get out Please help me stay awake, i'm falling... ( ) |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Just down the street from your hotel, baby,
I stay at home with my disease, And ain't this position familiar, darling, Well, all monkeys do what they see, Help me stay awake, I'm falling. Down on Virginia and La Loma, Where I got friends who'll care for me, You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted, I got an attitude of need, So help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from me. It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday, And it doesn't get much worse than this, In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle, Of these lives which are completely meaningless, Help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from myself and me. Well I got bones beneath my skin, and mister, There's a skeleton in every man's house, Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody, There's a dead man trying to get out, So please help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from me. Perfect blue buildings, oh, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from myself and me. Oh, in the perfect blue buildings, I can't keep myself away from me, Oh, in the perfect blue buildings, Said how 'm I gonna keep myself, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me, Keep myself away, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me, Keep myself away, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Take a message to your head,
Just stay beside her in the bed, You were so stupid to believe in, Things you couldn't see then, Make them all you want. If you haven't got the reasons, Just make up any reason, Then picket 'til it's torn. Take it all away, You took your coat today, But they all go back, In the morning. Make a time to find your way, I got a little further today, Wash your eyes clear of anything, Just make them empty circles, Dress yourself in black, or grey, I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child, This lithium is heroin to me. It makes all withdraw, All the anger lost, But it all keeps, Coming back in the morning. You keep yourself too clean, You dig yourself a dream, That we won't be coming home alone. Not this time, Not this time, Not this time, Not this time. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
A picture of Amsterdam, bare trees under glass,
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light, Of a winter long past, When I was a riser, to Dublin I'd roam, She was a bareback rider, some miles from home. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. She's a carnival diver, hung in the sky, Cutting through time like a memory, Strung on a wire, The color of anything, fades in the air, She is the film of a book of the story, Of the smell of her hair. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. When everything's over and everything's clear, When everyone's older and no one is here, I try to remember a girl on a wire, Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green, Like a kite on the air. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Oh come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Start tearing the old man down Run past the heather and down to the old road Start turning the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over In the middle of the night there's an old man Treading around in the gathered rain Hey mister if you want to walk on water Would you drop a line my way Omaha Somewhere in middle america Get right to the heart of matters It's the heart that matters more I think you'd better turn your ticket in And leave your money right at the door Start threading the needle Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room Start turning the wool across the wire Roll the new life over In the middle of the night there's an old man Threading his toes through a bucket of rain Hey mister if you want to walk on water You're only going to walk all over me Start running the banner down Drop past the color come up through the summer rain Start turning the girl into the ground Roll a new life over In the middle of the night there's a young man Rolling around in the earth and rain Hey mister if you're going to walk on water, you know You're only going to walk all over me |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Start tearing the old man down,
Run past the heather and down to the old road, Start turning the grain into the ground, Roll a new leaf over, in the middle of the night, There's an old man treading around in the gathered rain, Well mister, if you're going to walk on water, Oh could you drop a line my way? Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door, oh. Start threading a needle, Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room, Start turning the wool across the wire, Roll a new life over, in the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain, Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water, 'Cause you're only going to walk all over me. Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door. Start running the banner down, Drop past the color come up through the summer rain, Start turning the girl into the ground, Roll a new love over, in the middle of the day, There's a young man rolling around in the earth and rain, Hey mister, if you're going to walk on water, You know you're only going to walk all over me. Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door. Omaha, oh somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, oh, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door, Oh, said Omaha, Sunday morning, I'm coming home today. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Come on children mind the gap.
Miracle people with marvellous hair, And the knack to do anything better than anyone, I got a home with electrical air, And I live in a world smaller than anyone's, I got a line on the new frontier, I got a line on the new America, All of the people are vanishing here, I could be huge if I could just get. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you. Purest aluminium people are walking, The streets of London so hysterical, Nobody here gets a word that I say, And the problems I'm told, Are more than medical, I got a friend from the new frontier, And Galen, she says, this is not America, You need a girl with electrical hair, And the word that you wanted was aluminium. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside. I was in bed with the girl at the end of the world, She said, I'm going home, you should come home too, But I'm at the end of a new frontier, Here at the edge of the flat earth ending, I'm getting off to get lost in the air, At the end of the world where the light is bending. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside. To the inside of you, To the inside of you, To the inside of you, To the inside of you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Come on children mind the gap.
Miracle people with marvellous hair, And the knack to do anything better than anyone, I got a home with electrical air, And I live in a world smaller than anyone's, I got a line on the new frontier, I got a line on the new America, All of the people are vanishing here, I could be huge if I could just get. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you. Purest aluminium people are walking, The streets of London so hysterical, Nobody here gets a word that I say, And the problems I'm told, Are more than medical, I got a friend from the new frontier, And Galen, she says, this is not America, You need a girl with electrical hair, And the word that you wanted was aluminium. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside. I was in bed with the girl at the end of the world, She said, I'm going home, you should come home too, But I'm at the end of a new frontier, Here at the edge of the flat earth ending, I'm getting off to get lost in the air, At the end of the world where the light is bending. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside. To the inside of you, To the inside of you, To the inside of you, To the inside of you. |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
Well, I woke up in mid-afternoon, 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame Though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't cry Hey, Mrs. Potter, I know why, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? There's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head And the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go Hey, Mrs. Potter, I don't know, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem Aw, but I'd sure like to find out So why don't you climb down off that movie screen? Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't turn Hey, Mrs. Potter, I burn for you Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor And orders another Well, I wonder what he did that for That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars You can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Aw, you can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't touch, and Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not much, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that Believe in me because I don't believe in anything and I want to be someone to believe Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we stare at the beautiful women "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I want to be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video when I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars... |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Sha la la la la la la, hmm, uh huh,
I was down at the New Amsterdam, Staring at this yellow-haired girl, Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation, With a black-haired flamenco dancer, You know she dances while his father plays guitar, So she's suddenly beautiful, And we all want something beautiful, Man I wish I was beautiful. So come dance this silence down through the mornin' Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh yeah, Curl up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin' And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones. Believe in me, help me believe in anything, 'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes, yeah. Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales, And we stare at the beautiful women, "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo, When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely. Well, I'm gonna paint my picture, Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray, All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful, Yeah, well you know gray is my favorite color, I felt so symbolic yesterday, if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play. Mr. Jones and me look into the future, Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women, "She's looking at you. I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a gray guitar, When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely, I will never be lonely, son, I'm never gonna be lonely. I wanna be a lion, E-Everybody wants to pass as cats, We all wanna be big big stars, Yeah but we've got different reasons for that, Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything, And I, I wanna be someone to believe, To believe, to believe, yeah. Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio, Yeah we stare at the beautiful women, "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky, When everybody loves you, oh, son, That's just' bout as funky as you can be. Mr. Jones and me staring at the video, When I look at the television, I wanna see me staring right back at me, We all wanna be big stars, But we don't know why and we don't know how, But when everybody loves me, I wanna be just' bout as happy as I could be, Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars. |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
All dressed up No place to go Hey monkey, when you gonna show your face around me? I know all the wrongs and rights And I just want a little light to fall on me Hey monkey, where you been? This lonely spiral I've been in Hey monkey, when can we begin? Hey monkey, where you been? We'll I'm all messed up That's nothing new Hey monkey, when you open up your blue eyes, I don't know if I'm wide awake or dreaming But all I ever need is everything Hey monkey, where you been? This lonely spiral I've been in Hey monkey, when can we begin? Hey monkey, where you been? Just get the world off your shoulders and close your pretty blue eyes Hey monkey, what's life without an occasional surprise? Got nowhere but home to go Got Ben Folds on my radio right now I'm in trouble for the things I need Hey monkey don't you want to be needed too? Hey monkey, where you been? This lonely spiral I've been in Hey monkey, when can we begin? Hey monkey, where you been? |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
Miller's angels in black and white Welcome everyone in Children dreaming of wrong and right Wrapped in grace and in sin They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue They come out of the blue sky But you never know where they're gonna go Hey romeo Miller's fingers are traveling down the length of her thigh But Miller's mind is still wandering Staring up at the sky They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue They come out of the blue sky But you never know where they're gonna go Hey romeo Don't come around here Miller's angels are hovering in between the earth and the sun In the shadow of god's unwavering love I am a fortunate son They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue They come out of the blue sky But you never know where they're gonna go Hey romeo (for Sean & me) |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
I guess I think I feel alright
You come circling through the light The skyline, baby, is bright tonight What more perfect rendezvous? The sundown paints the shadows Through the daylight, Amy, on what we do It looks like darkness to me Drifting down into Miami Can I say, "I wish that this weather would never leave?" It just gets hard to believe That God sent this angel to watch over me Cause my angel She don't receive my calls Says I'm too dumb to... Too dumb to fight Too dumb to save Well, maybe, I don't need no angel at all It looks like darkness to me Drifting down into Miami She could pull the sunlight through me Coming down into Miami Make a circle in the sand Make a halo with your hand I'll make a place for you to land The bus is running It's time to leave This summer's gone And so are we So come on baby, Let's go shut it down in New Orleans |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Guess I think I feel alright,
You come circling through the light, The skyline baby, is bright tonight, One more perfect rendezvous, Sundown paints the shadows through, Daylight aiming on what we do. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, Miami. Can I say? I wish that this weather would never leave, It just gets hard to believe, That God sent this angel, to watch over me, 'Cause my angel, she don't receive my calls, She says I'm too dumb to fuck, Too dumb to fight, too dumb to save, Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, She could pull the sun right through me, oh, Coming down, into Miami, Miami. Make a circle in the sand, Make a halo with your hands, Make a place for you to land. The bus is runnin', it's time to leave, The summer's gone, so are we, So come on baby, let's go shut it down, In New Orleans. Come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on, come on, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Guess I think I feel alright,
You come circling through the light, The skyline baby, is bright tonight, One more perfect rendezvous, Sundown paints the shadows through, Daylight aiming on what we do. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, Miami. Can I say? I wish that this weather would never leave, It just gets hard to believe, That God sent this angel, to watch over me, 'Cause my angel, she don't receive my calls, She says I'm too dumb to fuck, Too dumb to fight, too dumb to save, Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, She could pull the sun right through me, oh, Coming down, into Miami, Miami. Make a circle in the sand, Make a halo with your hands, Make a place for you to land. The bus is runnin', it's time to leave, The summer's gone, so are we, So come on baby, let's go shut it down, In New Orleans. Come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on, come on, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down. |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
She is trapped inside a month of grey And they take a little every day She is a victim of her own responses Shackled to a heart that wants to settle And then runs away It's a sin to be fading endlessly Yeah, but she's alright with me She is leaving on a walkaway She is leaving me in disarray In the absence of a place to be She stands there looking back at me Hesitates, and then turns away She'll change so suddenly She's just like mercury Yeah, but she's alright with me Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds For the things that die before their time For the restlessly abandoned homes The tired and weary rambler's bones And stay beside me where I lie She's entwined in me Crazy as can be Yeah, but she's alright with me |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
She is trapped inside a month of grey,
And they take a little every day, She is a victim of her own responses, Shackled to a heart that wants to settle, And then runs away, It's a sin to be, fading endlessly, Yeah, but she's alright with me. She is leaving on a walkaway, She is leaving me in disarray, In the absence of a place to be, She stands there looking back at me, Hesitates and then turns away, She'll change so suddenly, She's just like mercury, Yeah, but she's alright with me. Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds, For the things that die before their time, For the restlessly abandoned homes, The tired and weary rambler's bones, And stay beside me where I lie, She's entwined in me, crazy as can be, Yeah, but she's alright with me, She's alright, she's alright with me, She's alright with me, She's alright with me, She's alright with me. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
In the still water she lies down,
Shaking through the press of sunlight, We rolled into Lexington, She shakes off the drop of daylight, Water beading up her chest, Bleeding down between her knees, The rivers in Kentucky flow, Between the bluegrass wavy seas but oh, Margery, Sticks the knife in while I couldn't see. Oh, breathless with anticipation, Baited reelers set their hooks, Tuck their heads beneath the high grass, And lie and wait beside the brooks, For infants pushing slowly through, Frustration leading back along, The alleys of a childhood, That will not release us willingly but oh, Margery, Sticks the knife in while I couldn't see, Strait into me baby. Dust me off, shut me down, Dream of where I haven't been, Just close the door inside my heart, And stuff in the south Atlantic wind, 'Cause I have hollow eyes, Haunting only to myself, Well even so, I-I-I, Can't stop scraping hollows in myself, I took the train from California, To the far side of the continent, Woke up in Kentucky, Where a wedding was about to end, And I looked up at Anna, She turned back to look at me, Yeah it's best to kill the ones that matter, Render blind the ones who see. But oh, Margery, takes the blade and walks away from me, Oh, Margery, love like blood is pouring out of me, Oh, yeah Margery, I said my heart won't stop bleeding over me baby, Yeah, oh. Oh, I can't shut it in, It's got far too many doors to block the wind, Oh, I can't shut it in, Yeah, it's got far too many doors to block the wind, Oh, I can't shut it in, It's got far too many doors to block the wind. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Dancing like the night time down in Nashville,
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run, I got a call to go, to a late night picture show, So I traded in the darkness and I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense outta me. I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco, And now you wanna say you see through me, Well, what you want to see ain't your memories of me, So I could turn around tonight, but I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm just trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep while you're watching TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense of Los Angeles. Boston gets cold this time of year, Seems like each day just leaves me numb, I gotta get outta here and go walking in the sun. Well if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense, Honey, I'm just trying to make some friends, But baby, I'm not trying to make amends, For coming to Los Angeles, Oh, Los Angeles. No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland, Oh baby, come on out to the city, Come on, take a walk down Sunset with me, Oh, we gonna get drunk, find us some skinny girls, And go street walkin' Street walkin' baby, oh, in Los Angeles, Street walkin' baby. Hey man, it's a really good place to find yourself a taco. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Wasted time running scared,
When all a love needs is to be believed in, All those Springs come and go, Past like trains of boxcars leaving, But I would be lying if I didn't tell you the truth, They will leave you, they will leave you. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone. Some are lost to you. Wasted time running scared, All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer, And I know you need somebody just like I do, And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide, They will leave you, they will leave you behind. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, Just come now, lets go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or. Some are lost, some are leaving, Some are lost, some are leaving, But I'm not going at all, I'm not going anywhere at all. Some are lost to you. We've wasted time running scared, Now Autumn's fire is ashes on the breeze, And it spins away like dust on pearls, As Winter comes to usher in the evening, But all of these drummers go stand on the hillsides alone, They will leave you, they will leave you at home. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, So come now, let's go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or, Just come now, come on let's get out while the getting's good, Just come now, there's no one left in the neighborhood. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Jumpin' Jesus my oh my,
He's got a great big bottle of sunshine, Jumpin' Jesus why oh why, Take the time to get inside, to get inside. So what's a wall, with so much yellow for? I don't know what it's for, What's a wall has so much yellow for? I don't know what it's for. Jumpin' Jesus my oh my, He's got a great big bottle of sunshine, Jumpin' Jesus why oh why, Take the time to get inside, oh get inside, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside. Well Armand Hammer in Odessa, Lives with his wife and his child on a house boat, Yeah he likes sunflowers, And big picture frames and Van Goghs. Jumpin' Jesus my oh my, He's got a great big bottle of sunshine, Jumpin' Jesus why oh why, Take the time to get inside, oh get inside, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Can you see me, up on the building,
From down on the pavement or out in the crowd, Can you see me through the glare of the lamppost, I'm walking a tightrope into the moon. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. Oh, could you see me, I'm one in a million, I am Icarus falling, out of the sun, Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights, And jackknife through night as black as a bedroom, And white as a lie. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same thing, Different now. Diving through the dark, While the night turns blue, Are you aware of your intentions, 'Cause I wear my intentions so clear. If you see me, wading through water, Oh, come drown in the river right in front of the world, Hey, you can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger It's as bright as white paper, as dark as a girl. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now, now, now. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark now I'm standing on the lawn If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Well it was cold when i woke and the day was halfway done Nearly spring in San Francisco but I cannot feel the sun you were sleeping next to me but I knew that you'd be gone If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Take some time before you go think of monday's coming down and the people that you knew The ones that aren't around you've been fading day to day I've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things i do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you 2X |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark now I'm standing on the lawn If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Well it was cold when i woke and the day was halfway done Nearly spring in San Francisco but I cannot feel the sun you were sleeping next to me but I knew that you'd be gone If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Take some time before you go think of monday's coming down and the people that you knew The ones that aren't around you've been fading day to day I've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things i do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you 2X |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
She comes to me at night when I'm sleeping She comes to me when I'm alone She comes to me She holds my head when I'm crying She comes to me She shuts my eyes She brings me home But I'm not sleeping anymore She tells me when you look at me She tells me when you're lying She tells me when you talk about me She lays me on the floor She tells me when you're whispering She lies beside me naked She tells me when you laugh at me and she locks all the doors But I'm not sleeping anymore 1-2-3-4-5-6-7a.m. All alone again But I've been through all this shit before Spend my nights in self defense Cry about my innocence But I ain't all that innocent anymore I see her on the TV I see her in the movies I see her in these animals that dance inside my head I'll follow you down baby Down into this valley I'll follow you down baby But I won't come up again But I'm not sleeping anymore |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
She comes to me at night when I'm sleeping,
She comes to me when I'm alone, She comes to me she holds my head when I'm crying, She comes to me she shuts my eyes, She brings me home. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. She tells me when you look at me, she tells me when you're lying, She tells me when you talk about me and she lays me on the floor, She tells me when you're whispering, she lies beside me naked, She tells me when you laugh at me and she locks all the doors. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 am all alone again, But I've been through all this shit before, Spend my nights in self-defense, Cry about my innocence, But I ain't all that innocent anymore, more, more, more. I see her on the TV, I see her in the movies, I see her in these animals that dance beside my bed, I'll follow you down baby, down into this valley, Yeah I'll follow you down baby but I won't come up again. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. No I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, no, no, no, no, no, no, Well I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, anymore, I said rain rain go away, come again some other day, 'Cause I got all this shit to say, but I gone back to find my way, My sisters mothers favorite son lost among the chosen one, But I got news for everyone cause I'm going out the door. |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
The devil's in the dreaming
He tells you I'm not sleeping in my hotel room alone With nothing to believe in You dive into the traffic rising up And it's so quiet You're surprised And then you wake For all the things you're losing You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep I wish for all the world that I could say, "Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days." The devil's in the dreaming You see yourself descending from a building to the ground You watch the sky receding You spin to see the traffic rising up And it's so quiet You're surprised And then you wake For all the things I'm losing I might as well resign myself to try and make a change But I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep I wish for all the world that I could say, "Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days." In one of these dreams, you forgive me It makes me think of the bad decisions that keep you at home How could anyone else have changed? All these wrong conclusions that leave you alone How could everyone rearrange? How could everyone else have changed? What I see I believe For all the things I'm losing I might as well resign myself to try and make a change Well, I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling around my brain I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep I wish for all the world that I could say, "Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days." But I can't sleep at night |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got no place to go,
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, And if I bring a little music I could fit right in. We got airplane rides, We got California drowning out the window side, We've got big black cars, And we got stories, How we slept with all the movie stars. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drink my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Hop on my choo-choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, If you dress me up in pink and white, We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight. She's my angel, She's a little better than the one that used to be with me, 'Cause she liked to scream at me, Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, And fly away to someone new. Everybody's gone, They left the television screaming that the radio's on, Someone stole my shoes but there's a couple of bananas, And a bottle of booze. Oh well, happy new year's baby, We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day, Or we could simply pack our bags, And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Flush my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got no place to go,
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, And if I bring a little music I could fit right in. We got airplane rides, We got California drowning out the window side, We've got big black cars, And we got stories, How we slept with all the movie stars. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drink my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Hop on my choo-choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, If you dress me up in pink and white, We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight. She's my angel, She's a little better than the one that used to be with me, 'Cause she liked to scream at me, Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, And fly away to someone new. Everybody's gone, They left the television screaming that the radio's on, Someone stole my shoes but there's a couple of bananas, And a bottle of booze. Oh well, happy new year's baby, We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day, Or we could simply pack our bags, And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Flush my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Got no place to go,
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, And if I bring a little music I could fit right in. We got airplane rides, We got California drowning out the window side, We've got big black cars, And we got stories, How we slept with all the movie stars. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drink my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Hop on my choo-choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, If you dress me up in pink and white, We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight. She's my angel, She's a little better than the one that used to be with me, 'Cause she liked to scream at me, Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, And fly away to someone new. Everybody's gone, They left the television screaming that the radio's on, Someone stole my shoes but there's a couple of bananas, And a bottle of booze. Oh well, happy new year's baby, We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day, Or we could simply pack our bags, And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Flush my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new. |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
All my friends got flowers in their eyes
But I got none this season All of last years blooms have gone and died Time doesn't give a reason Hey baby, do you ask yourself sometimes What you need to be forgiven? Everything that you've ever done wrong Is the reason that I'm driven Straight to you Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How I get my ends and my beginnings mixed up too Just the way you do Thought if I told you You might want to stay for just another day or two Waiting for the trains that just never come Beginning to believe in the disappearing nature of the people we have been We have begun to change into the worst kind of people So unkind Oh apologies, no apologies, this apology Doesn't describe the way it feels to feel for you Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How I find myself slowly disappearing too Just the way you do Thought if I told you You might want to help me to remain with you I just wanna stay for a little while I wanna stay for a little while There's a night life falling down on me I just feel like a change Beneath the sun in the summer, a sea of flowers won't bloom without the rain But oh, this desert life, this high life Here at the dying end of the day I wasn't made for this scene baby But I was made in this scene And baby it's just my way I don't wanna go home alone, I wanna come on home to you Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How I line my sky with all the silver I can use Just the way you do Thought if I told you You might want to stay for just another day or two |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
When you disappear on me,
It's just like parades in the rain, Every time I see you, you just disappear again, Every time you're leaving I don't know what to say, I wanna see this whole town go away. So could you tell me, why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know why it has to be so, Could you tell me, why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. All these ending love songs, Come into my eyes, But every time I see you, I'm alive, I'm alive. So could you tell me why you're leaving? 'Cause I don't know why it has to be so, Could you tell me why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
HAVE YOU SEEN ME LATELY Have you seen me lately Get away from me Get away from me, this isnt gonna be easy But I dont need you Believe me You got a piece of me But its just a little piece of me And I dont need anyone And these days I feel like Im fading away Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america, its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? I remember me And all the little things that make up a memory Like she said she loved to watch me sleep Like she said: Its the breathing, its the breathing in and out and in and... Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? I guess I thought that someone would notice I guess I thought somebody would say something If I was missing Cant you see me? Come on color me in Come on color me in Give me your blue rain Give me your black sky Give me your green eyes Come on give me your white skin Come on give me your white skin Come on give me your white skin I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america, its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately |
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from Counting Crows - Recovering The Satellites (1996)
Get away from me this isn't gonna be easy but I don't need you believe me you got a piece of me but it's just a little piece of me and I don't need anyone and these days I feel like I'm fading away like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change somewhere out in America it's starting to rain could you tell me the things you remember about me and have you seen me lately? I remember me and all the little things that make up a memory like she said she loved to watch me sleep like she said, "it's the breathing it's the breathing in and out and in and..." Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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