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from LegacyⅡ-A Collection Of Singer Songwriters (0000)
I'm over here and it's cold
I'm writing recipes for growing old Growing old, mean and alone Oh, baby, pick up the phone This pain in my heart Has been with me through the ages And I walk IT around like a very old friend It goes everywhere I go It's been everywhere I've been There's something shiny in my pocket It's the key to my heart Why don't you unlock it? I write the book on loneliness I write the poem on pain I'm the obituary in the newspaper Lying out in the pouring rain It used to be, babe, good between us I don't know how to explain We used to be Adonis and Venus Now we're the water flowing down the drain Don't wanna be bad Don't wanna lie Don't wanna make you mad And I don't wanna die Knowing we're apart for the rest of our lives Cuts through me like a knife I been eating your crops like a big old locust Now I wanna be a little more in focus I write the book on loneliness I write the poem on pain I'm the obituary in the newspaper Lying out in the pouring rain MUSICAL BREAK I write the book on loneliness I write the poem on pain I'm the obituary in the newspaper Lying out in the pouring rain Oh... And the obit....oh And the obit....oh And the obit....everyday Whoa, oh oh, oh, oh ah... I write the book |
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from Anywhere But Here (여기보다 어딘가에) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1999)
You don't know what you feel
You don't know what you feel Your mind is blinded by the speed of light But your driving a ton of steel Jesus left a love divine Then He disappeared Jesus left a love divine But He didn't leave it here There's a million cars and drivers You can see them from the heavens above And an endless sea of red tailights On a twisted road to love Your head's a radio Playing a stupid song Your head is a radio And you're singing right along If you had just one day Would you spend it here? If you had just one day Would you spend it here? There's a million cars and drivers You can see them from the heavens above And an endless sea of red tailights On a twisted road to love There's a million cars and drivers You can see them from the heavens above And an endless sea of red tailights On a twisted road to love I seen you looking at me So smug and so smart I seen you looking at me Spinning around on a music box Spinning around, spinning around And around on a music box Spinning around, spinning around And around on a music box On a music box On a music box Around, round, round, round |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
It's funny how a morning turns a love to shame
Disguised and disfigured and you thought I tasted like rain There's nothing here but a shadow, nothing here Now you know, now you know, now you know, now you know There's nothing here but the shadow, and now you know I spit, I spit in the eye I tear, tear out my heart And I scatter the bits I stay unseen by the light I stay untold by the truth I am sold by a lie By this I am able In all of my travels To make these memories quit But tonight I clearly recall every little bit I can chew like a cannibal, I can yell like a cat I've even had you believing that I really, really like it like that, like that, like that But there was never a moment, not a moment Now you know, now you know, now you know, now you know You ever got within a hundred million miles of my soul I spit, I spit in the eye I tear, tear out my heart And I scatter the bits I stay unseen by the light I stay untold by the truth I am sold by a lie By this I am able In all of my travels To make these memories quit But tonight I clearly recall every little bit Every little bit Every little bit Every little Every little bit You left open the window to the morning and the winter walked in Reality fired her wooden bullet, splintered under our skin They say I'm walking on freedom, this is freedom Now I know, now I know now I know, now I know, know I still don't blame you for leaving, baby, it's cold living with ghosts I spit, I spit in the eye I tear, tear out my heart And I scatter the bits I stay unseen by the light I stay untold by the truth I am sold by a lie By this I am able In all of my travels To make these memories quit But tonight I clearly recall every little bit Every little bit, every little bit Every little bit, every little bit Every little bit, every little bit Every little bit, every little bit Every little bit, every little bit Every bit, bit, bit |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
We are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell But we are not snakes and what's more we never will be And if we stay swimming here forever we will never be free I heard them ringing the bells in heaven and hell They got a secret they're getting ready to tell It's falling from the skies, it's calling from the graves Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved Let's take a walk on the bridge, right over this mess Don't need to tell me a thing, baby, we've already confessed And I raised my voice to the air and we were blessed It's hard to give, it's hard to get But everybody needs a little forgiveness We are calling for help tonight on a thin phone line As usual we're having ourselves one hell of a time And the planes keep flying right over our heads no matter how loud we shout "Hey, hey, hey!" And we keep waving and waving our arms in the air but we're all tired out I heard somebody say today's the day A big old hurricane, she's blowing our way Knocking over the buildings, killing all the lights Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night Let's take a walk on the bridge, right over this mess Don't need to tell me a thing, baby, we've already confessed And I raised my voice to the air and we were blessed It's hard to give, it's hard to get It's hard to live, baby, but still I think it's the best bet, hey, yeah Hard to give, and I'm never going to forget But everybody needs a little forgiveness Everybody needs a little forgiveness |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
Ain't no talking to this man
Ain't no pretty other side Ain't no way to understand The stupid words of pride It would take an acrobat And I already tried all that So I'm going to let him fly Going to let him fly Things can move at such a pace The second hand just waved goodbye You know the light has left his face But you can't recall just where or why So there was really nothing to it I just went and cut right through it I said I'm going to let him fly There's no mercy in a live wire No rest at all in freedom Of the choices we are given It's no choice at all The proof is in the fire You touch before it moves away But you must always know how long to stay And when to go And there ain't no talking to this man He's been trying to tell me so It took a while to understand The beauty of just letting go 'Cause it would take an acrobat And I already tried all that I'm going to let him fly I'm going to let him fly, fly I'm going to let him fly, fly I'm going to let him fly |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
We were drinking like the Irish
But we were drinking scotch Bartender turns on a movie Everybody turned to watch And every single eye was gleaming When they reached the final scene Well, at least mine did Here's looking at you, kid You know it's a mad mission Under difficult conditions Not everybody makes it to the loving cup It's a mad mission But I got the ambition Mad, mad mission, sign me up I think I've seen the look before Yes, it's kind of non-committal It says come hither, baby But then he's hard wood to whittle It says it don't mean a thing But still somehow it does He'd like you to join the club that likes to say There's no such thing as love It's a mad mission Under difficult conditions Not everybody makes it to the loving cup It's a mad mission But I got the ambition Mad, mad mission, sign me up Sometimes you find yourself flying low at night Flying blind and looking for any sign of light You're cold and scared and all alone You'd do anything just to make it home It's a mad mission Under difficult conditions Not everybody makes it to the loving cup It's a mad mission But I got the ambition Mad, mad mission, sign me up Sign me up |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
Diamonds, roses I need Moses
To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain I don't necessarily buy any key to the future or happiness But I need a little place in the sun sometimes or I think I will die But everywhere is somewhere and nowhere is near Everybody got somebody with their wine and their beer So I'm just this tragic figure in the corner over here With an empty apartment and a best friend who is a queer Every time I see him he smiles And tells me how well he is walking these miles But he never ever asks a single thing about me If I die he'd hear about it eventually Diamonds, roses I need Moses To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain An everywhere is somewhere and nowhere is near Everybody got somebody with their wine and their beer So I'm just this tragic figure in the corner over here Go home to an empty apartment and call a best friend who is queer Diamonds, roses, I need Moses To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain, of pain |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
She sees him laying in
The bed alone tonight The only thing a-touching him Is a crack of light Pieces of her hair are wrapped Around and 'round his fingers And he reaches for her side For any sign of her that lingers And she says you are not alone Laying in the light Put out the fire in your head And lay with me tonight One of them bullets went straight for The jugular vein There were people running, a flash of light Then everything changed Nothing really matters in the end You know all the worries sever Don't be afraid for me, my friend One day we all fall down forever And you are not alone Laying in the light Put out the fire in your head And lay with me tonight The wedding date was June Just like any other bride She loved him like no one before It was good to be alive Sometimes that can slip away as fast As any fingers through your hands So you let time forgive the past And go and make some other plans And you are not alone Laying in the light Put out the fire in your head And lay with me tonight You are not alone Laying in the light Put out the fire in your head And lay with me tonight |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
You know you've done enough when every bone is sore
You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more You know you're coming to some kind of understanding When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor man's sorrow Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow Hey, that's the poor man's house Everybody, get a look at the poor man's house Everywhere they went before must have turned them out And now they're living in a poor man's house There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven They got a lot of wine and fish up there and the bread's unleavened They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs Daddy's been working too much, for days and days and doesn't eat And he never says much but I think this time it's got him beat And it isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever Your daddy's poor today and he will be poor forever Hey, that's the poor man's house Those kids are living in a poor man's house They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out And come home in the evening with the poor man's house What are you chopping that wood for? Why are you growing that corn? Mama's sewing a brand new shirt And you're wearing the one that's torn And I guess it's for someone else's kid Who wasn't born in a poor man's house A poor man's house Hey, take a look at that house Everybody, we're living in a poor man's house Seems like everywhere we go they find us out Find out that we've been living in a poor man's house |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
Sweet Lorraine, a fiery-haired and brown-eyed schemer
Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark Whose businesses fail, who sleep in the park Lorraine, who spoke of paintings in Paris And outlandish things to her family just to scare us Whose heart went poking where it shouldn't ought Whose mother could only spit at the thought Lorraine, sweet Lorraine Her father would tear out like a page of the bible Then he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival Her mother was working and never was home Lorraine carved out a little life of her own Lorraine started working, Lorraine went to school Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved Now isn't that a very strange thing to do For someone who never really wanted you Lorraine, sweet Lorraine Her daddy called her a slut and a whore On the night before her wedding day The very next morning, oh, at the church Well, her daddy gave Lorraine away, Lorraine away Lorraine, sweet Lorraine In the battle of time, in the battle of will It's only your hope and your heart that gets killed And it gets harder and harder, Lorraine, to believe in magic When what came before you is so very tragic Lorraine, sweet Lorraine Sweet Lorraine Sweet Lorraine Sweet Lorraine Sweet Lorraine |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
You were so cruel
And I hated being your fool So I got a little bit more mud on my face But the years will bring A bigger scheme of things And make a pretty memory out of my disgrace I don't believe there is such a thing as saying too much, oh no There are those who like to look and those who ain't afraid to touch But oh, baby, don't you know that The time will do the talking Years will do the walking I'll just find a comfy spot and I’ll wait it out The time will do the talking Years will do the walking Time will tell you, baby, what you can't hear now Well, we dig our heels in And I wonder who's going to win this Who is going to win it or wear it out? I change the lock on the door I learn how to take a little more I can outrun all of the devils there but never the doubt, no, no Try not to throw all your money into twenty-twenty vision, oh no For the world won't wait on politics or indecision Baby, don't you know that The time will do the talking Years will do the walking I'll just find a comfy spot and I’ll wait it out Yes, the time will do the talking Years will do the walking Time will tell you, baby, what you can't hear now Can you hear the voice inside you? Yeah, it calls you back to where you belong, oh no Can you see the one beside you there? Who's been standing there all along? Baby, well, you were so cruel And I hated being your fool So I got a little bit more mud on my face But the years will bring The bigger scheme of things And make a pretty memory out of my disgrace The time will do the talking Years will do the walking I'll just find a comfy spot and I’ll wait it out, yes, I will now The time will do the talking Years will do the walking Time will tell you, baby, what you can't hear now Oh the time will tell you, baby, what you can't hear now Oh the time will tell you, baby, what you can't hear now |
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from Patty Griffin - Living With Ghosts (2001)
You first found me in my holding pen
Stopped to take a look and stuck your finger in I bit one off and you came back again and again, hey Then the nice people let me out one day And you told me how to act and what to say But you never get what you wanted that way Did you, baby? Oh no, you never get what you want You never get what you want And I don't think it's my fault You never get what you want Do you, baby? Everything's always such a mystery Including your sad little history Do you still think someone should take responsibility and pay Oh no, no, ever since I've know you you've walked that walk You've broken all the records, now you've broken all the clocks, all the clocks And every time it breaks my heart to hear you talk this way, this way You never get what you want You never get what you want And I don't think it's my fault You never get what you want Do you, baby? Everybody's been sad, everybody's been tragic Whole lot of hard times, whole little bit of magic These bitter, bitter fruits and these endless hallways Ah they're killing us, baby, we got to walk away, walk away, walk away, walk a- You never get what you want You never, never get what you want You spend your whole time thinking about why I'm so deranged But, honey, why don't you think about that for a change? Oh no, you never get what you want You never get what you want Your whole damn life You never get what you want Not your whole damn life You never get what you want And I don't think it's my fault You never get what you want Do you, baby? Do you, baby? Do you, baby? Do you, baby? |
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from Elizabethtown (엘리자베스타운) by Nancy Wilson [ost] (2005)
Long black limousine
Shiniest car I've ever seen The back seat is nice and clean She rides as quiet as a dream Someone dug a hole six long feet in the ground I said goodbye to you and I threw my roses down Ain't nothing left at all in the end of being proud With me riding in this car and you flying through them clouds I've had some time to think about it And watch the sun sink like a stone I've had some time to think about you On the long ride home One day I took your tiny hand Put your finger in the wedding band Your daddy gave a piece of land We made ourselves the best of plans Forty years go by with someone laying in your bed Forty years of things you say you wish you'd never said How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead? I wonder as I stare up at the sky turning red I've had some time to think about it And watch the sun sink like a stone I've had some time to think about you On the long ride home Headlights searching down the driveway The house is dark as it can be I go inside and all is silent And seems as empty as the inside of me I've had some time to think about it And watch the sun sink like a stone I've had some time to think about you On the long On the long Oh the long On the long ride home |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Daddy, we're rocking, big daddy
How 'bout that, how 'bout that Here he comes again Me and my friends, we all laugh at him 'Cause he's so funny, warm and fuzzy We're rocking, big daddy How 'bout that A celebration, a celebration He caught a little fish, he had one wish Daddy, we're rocking, big daddy A celebration, a celebration Please throw the little fish back Throw the little fish back Throw the little fish back Throw the little fish back Please throw the little fish back We're rocking, big daddy Throw the little fish back Throw the little fish back Throw the little fish back Rocking, big daddy We're rocking, big daddy |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
The farther I come the farther I fall
Whatever I knew it was nothing at all Nothing at all, just making me small Smaller and smaller I fall back Sooner or later with a view from the ground Chasing the race and the races run you down Sooner or later with a view from the ground And a tear in your eye You say baby why can't we fly Into the blue sky High Into the blue sky Be my singing lesson Be my song When I tell you I'm falling You tell me I'm strong You say trees have grown tall Birds have flown high Higher and higher Goodbye goodbye goodbye I'll fly over a rainbow I'll be sun kissed Sail around the planet Venus And send a long letter Way back home That says all that I know All that I know is the blue sky High in the blue sky The farther I come the farther I fall Whatever I knew it was nothing at all Trees have grown tall, birds have flown high Higher and higher Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Maybe they come by land
Maybe they come by sea Maybe they've already come Maybe they come by me Slipping into the twilight I ride the broken wave tonight An old song on the radio You knew a long time ago An old song on the radio Going out over the ocean Maybe it's World War I Maybe its World War III Maybe it's Vietnam Maybe we're on TV Falling into the tall grass Melting into the tall grass Spilling out over the lip and Into the ocean Into the ocean Carry carry carry me Over the ocean, over the ocean, over the ocean, over the ocean Over the sea Maybe I've come so far Maybe I'm on my knees Maybe I'm dead or alive Maybe I'm dead or alive Maybe I'm none of these Just an old song on the radio Someone put on a long time ago Going out over the ocean Over and over the ocean Over and over the ocean Over and over the ocean |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Dog comes howling up behind you, sinks his teeth in your leg
Tells you how now things are going to be a little different And he takes you down a peg You make him ashamed for you, he buys you a new dress Because you make him ashamed for you, he'd like you to took your best So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh And the dog bites down a little harder Somewhere out in the wild wild west That silly little thing that we tossed, tossed, tossed Somehow we don't talk about nothing else but that Silly little thing that we lost, that we lost, that we lost And now there's no name for you Come to find out none of that shit was even true But now there's no name for you I understand that we lost that too When you change oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh And the dog bites down a little harder Change Man said "Woman I'm a little tired of you" And she said "Don't leave me baby I'll do anything you want me to" And he said "Can't you do something about the mess around this place" She said "Anything baby, anything, I'll cover my face" You make him ashamed for you, he buys you a new dress Cause you make him ashamed for you in your nakedness So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh So you change oh oh oh oh oh oh Change And the dog bites down a little harder |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
If you had the real thing how would you tell
Liars can say it all just as well Every single word you've heard in vain Baubles of gold, stars in your hair Reflections that told that they were not there And the diamonds on your cheeks have turned to flames [Chorus] And up in the air they would write your name there But love would fall to pieces in the rain Who would know better than you A hundred love letters and none of them true Christina, Christina It's a wondrous world of ridiculous things With nothing so rare as the love that it brings In the silence of a smile that understands A piece of the action, pieces of gold Everyone's paid well and does what they're told For the simple daughter of a simple man [Chorus] Christina, Christina Christina, Christina |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Took a walk around the block
Bought a candle it was Flaming red flaming red Thought a thought then I forgot so I sang a happy song In my head in my head Wore my red shoes Wore my red shoes again Getting worn out from All of the wandering Worn out and holy Holy as Jesus Me and my red shoes Nothing can please us Stupid girl She was dressed like She deserved everything that she got bloody pumps Dead girl Hey, world Thanks a lot Thanks a lot Wore my red shoes Wore my red shoes again Getting worn out from All of the wandering Worn out and holy Holy as Jesus Me and my red shoes Nothing can, nothing can please us Flaming red <i>[x8]</i> Walkin' in my red shoes and I Feel so worn out walkin' in my red shoes and my Soles are torn out Walkin' in my red shoes and I'm Holy as Jesus and I'm Walkin' in my red shoes and Nothing can, nothing can please us Flaming red <i>[x12]</i> |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Here's your moon
Here's your stars Go now Go now Here's the sun Here's the birds Here's you are Go now Go now Got a stellar reputation As the star that never fell As the train that left the station As the secret that no one could ever tell Here's the lamp Here's the landing We might never understand it Go now Go now Here's the trees red and gold Here's the snow Here we go now Let's go now I was waiting for the leap year And got caught out in the rain Singing like a sparrow Always planning my narrow escape Here's the morning shining on us Here's the twilight upon us Here's the moon Here's the stars Here I am Here you are Let's go now |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Occurred to me the other day
You've been gone now a couple years Well, I guess it takes while For someone to really disappear And I remember where I was When the word came about you It was a day much like today The sky was bright, and wide, and blue And I wonder where you are And if the pain ends when you die And I wonder if there was Some better way to say goodbye Today my heart is big and sore It's tryin' to push right through my skin I won't see you anymore I guess that's finally sinkin' in 'Cause you can't make somebody see By the simple words you say All their beauty from within Sometimes they just look away But I wonder where you are And if the pain ends when you die And I wonder if there was Some better way to say goodbye |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes
You're covered in rain You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud Of another man, who served the world proud You greet another son, you lose another one On some sunny day and always stay, Mary Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary she moves behind me She leaves her fingerprints everywhere Every time the snow drifts, every time the sand shifts Even when the night lifts, she's always there Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin you're covered in secrets You're covered in treetops, you're covered in birds who can sing a million songs without any words You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud of another man, who served the world proud You greet another son, you lose another one on some sunny day and always stay Mary, Mary, Mary |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Let's take a ride to the seaside
We can go out swimming in the high tide Just wear your shorts and your long hair Don't forget the lawn chair Everybody's gone to the movies Everybody's gone and its groovy They went to the one about the big war I didn't, I'd seen it before I guess I'm taking my chances Giving up the ring throwing in the gloves I guess I'm taking my chances Trading in my things A couple wings on a little white dove And one big love, one big love Everybody do like a Monkey If you want to go on and be funky No need to talk like a hero Talk a walk count down to zero No sense defending your honor Just go on and kiss him if you want to Everything before is gone or is going somewhere I guess I'm taking my chances Giving up the ring throwing in the gloves I guess I'm taking my chances Trading in my things for a couple wings on a Little white dove And one big love one big love I don't know where we are And I don't care And now we're out of gas And riding on air And one big love, one big love |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Hey, Peter Pan
I'm going home now I've done all I can Besides I'm grown now I'll think of you all painted with the night You sit and watch from somewhere As one by one the lights go out I wrote a note to tell you how you matter When the rain came down All the letters scattered And washed away Drifted off to Never Where you'll be safe from me now forever I believe you now when You say that this will hurt So I don't have to go and Play with you in the dirt now Hey Peter Pan I'm going home now I'm all grown up Your on your own now I'll think of you all painted with the night You sit and watch from somewhere As one by one the lights go out |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
Does anyone remember Tony
A quiet boy, little over weight He had breasts like a girl When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely I'd stare over his shoulder At a map of the world He always finished all his homework Raised his hand in homeroom He called the morning attendance With the pledge allegiance to the (gloom) ? Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little fagot starin' back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away I hated every day of high school It's funny, I guess you did too Its funny how I never knew There I was sitting right behind you They wrote it in the local rag Death comes to the local fag I guess you finally stopped believing That any hope would ever find you Well I know that story, I was sitting right behind you Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little fagot starin' back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Hey Tony what's so good about dying, dying Hey Tony what's so good about dying, dying Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little fagot starin' back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Tony |
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from Patty Griffin - Flaming Red (2006)
I'll never be sad, I'll never be lonely I'll never be hungry and I'll never be homely Never make a noise when I'm kissing a boy Amen amen Old John Paul is keepin' a tab In his big red folder At night he is dreaming Of hollow candle holders Big is the weight of the world on his shoulders Amen amen amen amen He's keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to himself And he sees you keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself Cause he's always keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to himself Always keeping those dirty little, hey Shakin' the tree baby You should be shaking the bed You know you're rocking the boat baby She'll be rocking your head All the family's watching 60 minutes instead Amen amen amen amen amen You're keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself You're keeping your dirty little, hey You're keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself You're keeping your dirty little, oh yeah They'll send you flying right out of St. Francis Xavier With a note to your daddy about your unspeakable behavior And who in the hell is gonna be your savior now Everyone says love is a labor So I guess you go call a sex line If you want to love your neighbor, baby I'll just standing right here and I'll just get safer and safer Amen amen amen amen amen amen amen amen You know I'm always Keeping my dirty little wiggley fingers to myself I said I'm keeping those dirty little, hey Keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to myself Keeping those dirty little, oh yeah They'll send me flying right out of St. Francis Xavier With a note to my daddy about my unspeakable behavior And who in the hell said I need a savior anyhow I got the dirty little wiggley fingers I got the dirty little wiggley fingers I got the dirty little wiggley fingers I love the feeling of the wiggley I love the dirty little wiggley I love the feeling of the wiggley I love the dirty little wiggley Dirty Little Fingers Yeah |
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from Elizabethtown Vol.2 (엘리자베스타운 2집) by Nancy Wilson [ost] (2006)
Moon River, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker wherever you're going I'm going your way Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end waiting 'round the bend my huckleberry friend Moon River and me |
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from Joshua Radin - Simple Times (2008)
I've been down this road before
I walk out the door Leave you on the floor Sometimes you run and hide Your foolish pride's What keeps me from Giving you more So the best thing I can give to you Is for me to go Leave you alone Cause you got growin' up to do Someday I'll return when its time For payment in kind The church bells will chime You'll stand before me surrounded by lights Dressed in white You throw flowers in the air this night But the best thing I can give to you Is for me to go Leave you alone You got growin' up to do Looks like the rain's pouring down on me It's drowning me now And all I want is to come back home And this old corduroy coat is not keeping me dry But I can't think of what else to try That's why the best thing I can give to you Is for me to go Leave you alone You got growin' up to do Yeah, the best thing I can give to you is for me to go Leave you alone You got growin' up to do |
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