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from Point Break (폭풍 속으로) by Mark Isham [ost] (1991)
I stood in the warmth of the light
Chilled to the bone Hundreds of faces in sight Still I was alone Door after door And room after empty room I've stood here before But under a different moon In the longest days and the darkest nights Down the longest road there's a presence of light I hear a voice that calls me It's love's name I call In the end I've walked in and out of the fire Between truth and lies Now how many children watch While one child crys I'll tear down these walls And watch while their souls are freed I'll throw away pride To drown in this endless sea In the longest days and the darkest nights Down the longest road there's a presence of light I hear a voice that calls me It's love's name I call In the end Hundreds of tears on the water Mercy come rain down on me In the longest days and the darkest nights Down the longest road there's a presence of light In the longest days and the darkest nights Down the longest road there's a presence of light I hear a voice that calls me It's love's name I call In the end Hundreds of tears on the water Mercy come rain down on me Hundreds of tears on the water Mercy come rain down on me Hundreds of tears on the water Mercy come rain down on me Hundreds of tears on the water Mercy come rain down on me |
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from If I Were A Carpenter (1994)
There was a man
A lonely man Who lost his love Through his indifference A heart that cared That went unshared Until it died Within his silence And solitaire's the only game in town And every road that takes him Takes him down And by himself it's easy to pretend He'll never love again And keeping to himself He plays the game Without her love It always ends the same While life goes on around him everywhere He's playing solitaire A little hope Goes up in smoke Just how it goes Goes without saying There was a man A lonely man Who would command The hand he's playing And solitaire's the only game in town And every road that takes him Takes him down And by himself it's easy to pretend He'll never love again And keeping to himself He plays the game Without her love It always ends the same While life goes on around him everywhere He's playing solitaire And solitaire's the only game in town And every road that takes him Takes him down And by himself it's easy to pretend He'll never love again |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
When I was young
I never needed anyone And making love was just for fun Those days are gone Livin' alone I think of all the friends I've known When I dial the telephone Nobody's home All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself Anymore Hard to be sure Sometimes I feel so insecure And loves so distant and obscure Remains the cure All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself Anymore All by myself Don't wanna live All by myself Anymore When I was young I never needed anyone And making love was just for fun Those days are gone All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself Anymore All by myself Don't wanna live Oh Don't wanna live By myself, by myself Anymore By myself Anymore Oh All by myself Don't wanna live I never, never, never Needed anyone |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Hit it
This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA 'All I wanna do is have a little fun fore I die Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William I'm sure He's Bill Billy or Mac or Buddy And now plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break hosing and a scrubbing as best they can in skirts in suits drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company record store too Well they're nothing like Billy and me cause All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers Before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Otherwise the bar is ours The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling in the party in just begun All I wanna do is have some fun All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Took your car
Drove to Texas Sorry honey But I suspected we were through And I can't cry anymore Since I left Been feelin' better cause that's What you get when you Stay together too long And I can't cry anymore [Chorus] Wouldn't it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere So long to this life So much for pretending Bad luck's never ending And now I know that Money comes is But the fact is There's not enough to Pay my taxes And I can't cry anymore Well, got a brother He's got real problems Heroin - no There's just no stopping him tonight And I won't cry anymore Chorus It's never ending It could be worse I could've missed my calling Sometimes it hurts But when you read the writing on the wall Can't cry anymore Chorus And too much time I've been spending With my heart in my hands waiting for time to come and mend it I can't cry anymore |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to go Ay ay ay ay ay All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay Ooh those tears I cry ay ay Baby please don't go When I read the letter you wrote me It made me mad mad mad When I read the words that it told me It made me sad sad sad I still love you so I can't let you go I love you ooh baby I love you Oh oh oh oh oh Every breath I take oh oh oh oh Every move I make oh oh Baby please don't go Ay ay ay ay ay It hurts me to my soul oh oh It hurts me to my soul oh oh Baby please don't go When I read the letter you sent me You made me mad mad mad When I read the news that it told me It made me sad sad sad I still love you so I can't let you go I love you ooh baby I love you Oh you hurt me so That's a big no no You shouldn't hurt me Oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh Baby |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key Never again would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe And I shall believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe And I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe I shall believe |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
"I Shall Believe"
Come to me now And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key Never again would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street Not that I care at all I spent the best part of my losing streak In an Army Jeep For what I can't recall Oh I'm banging on my TV set And I check the odds And I place my bet I pour a drink And I pull the blinds And I wonder what I'll find I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night Find some crossroad trucker To demonstrate his might But these days it seems Nowhere is far enough away So I'm leaving Las Vegas today I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm standing in the middle of the desert Waiting for my ship to come in But now no joker, no jack, no king Can take this loser hand And make it win I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I quit my job as a dancer At the Lido des Girls Dealing blackjack until one or two Such a muddly line between The things you want And the things you have to do I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving Las Vegas And I won't be back No I won't be back Not this time |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
It's obvious the trouble we're in
When your father pulls up in a Mercedes Benz He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent You say "It's just a question of eliminating obstacles" As you throw your dinner out the kitchen door You say "I know how you try" But honey let's eat out tonight [Chorus] No one said it would be easy But no one said it'd be this hard No one said it would be easy No one thought we'd come this far You can't seem to ever fold up a shirt I bring it up and you think I'm a jerk But I think we're here to stay I can't imagine it any other way Chorus Sometimes I wonder who he's picturing When he looks at me and smiles No one said it would be easy No one said it'd be this hard No one said it would be easy No one thought we'd come this far Oh, and look we've come this far |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
I stood close enough to hear you say,
Do as the beautiful once did, Tore up my picture from it's frame, Just wanted to be one of you. Standing on the outside, looking. Funny how you see the truth, But the feeling does come back to you. She's crazy as anyone can be, That's what they say, they say of me. Wanting love can make one do, It isn't my fault, heredity. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. State of gray, state of sin. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. Cannot feel a single thing, But the feeling does come back again. This morning feels like yesterday, Yesterday followed me along, Where do you go when no one cares? Six feet under, underground. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. State of gray, state of sin. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. I Cannot feel a single thing, But the feeling will come back again...again. |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Wake me up when you are over
Cause I don't want to hear you say That you've got worries on your shoulder Well, I'd love to say they'd up and go away I know that you ain't cryin' But that don't mean that you don't feel Deep inside you might be dying That may be the only thing that's ever real It's a reach around jerk in a button-down shirt Talking sweet to keep all the little people happy When the talk is cheap, the shit gets deep Better face reality that everybody's had a bad day or two They don't treat you like the way you think they should So you lick your bitter wounds, turn and blame the government, Establishment, hide your head so no one sees you when you're down Wake me up when you are over Let me know how long it took If you ever need my sympathy Honey, here's how deep you're gonna have to look I know when you get older You'll learn the art of how to please But right now you're just getting colder And my love is gonna bring you to your knees It's a reach around jerk in a button-down shirt Talking sweet to keep all the little people happy When the talk is cheap, the shit gets deep Better face reality that everybody's had a bad day or two They don't treat you like the way you think they should So you lick your bitter wounds, turn and blame the government, Establishment, hide your head so no one sees you when you're down If you need me, I am able And if you need me, I'll be here But when you reach across the table Honey, you won't find me shedding any tears |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
She was born in November 1963
The day that Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high high high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places Where he knew that she'd belong But he failed and taught her young The only thing she'd need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Pouring in and around the great wellspring
Of simple feeling And I need bearings in the face of your Cool cool fire Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice Makes my soul tired And concrete is As concrete doesn't And voices can drown Why should I Why should I Why should I Why should I Solidify Make me real So you can see me I guess you thought I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and Make ice for you You thought I'd seed my clouds With the rain of your personal dreams I guess you thought I'd throw confetti At your parade of lofty thoughts I guess you thought I'd shine good morning In some good morning Jack Surprise Why should I Why should I Why should I Why should I Solidify Make me real So you can see me |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Pouring in and around the great wellspring
Of simple feeling And I need bearings in the face of your Cool cool fire Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice Makes my soul tired And concrete is As concrete doesn't And voices can drown Why should I Why should I Why should I Why should I Solidify Make me real So you can see me I guess you thought I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and Make ice for you You thought I'd seed my clouds With the rain of your personal dreams I guess you thought I'd throw confetti At your parade of lofty thoughts I guess you thought I'd shine good morning In some good morning Jack Surprise Why should I Why should I Why should I Why should I? Solidify Make me real So you can see me |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
God I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go It's try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic Rock a buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me 37 million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen U.S. Army only wants a few straight men Na na na na na na na na na na na na Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway Gotta get a TV set for my car Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na Sanaflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail Eat sleep live die fucking record label G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong Maybe if I'd him I'd have had a hit song Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me 37 million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV, my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen U.S. Army only wants a few straight men Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway Gotta get a TV set for my car Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Saniflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail Eat sleep live die fucking record label G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong Maybe if I'd let him I'd have had a hit song Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah! |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
Downstairs they're playing Kenton
The house set to swing I lay in my bed And listen to everything Cause Leo's in rare form tonight His trombone sings so sweet This is the room Where they all come to meet He said I do what I can I live for the moment And that's who I am Yeah that's who I am And isn't it good If we could freeze moments in time We all would But I do what I can I do what I can Downstairs he's playing Kenton The Magnavox sighs But oh how the music has changed In all of our lives He says "nobody listens To modern jazz" And I'll never have what those guys have He says I do what I can I work for a living And that's who I am Yeah that's who I am And it's good to be alive But everything's different since Leo died I do what I can Is this the end of the modern world What could it mean for a young girl Who sees the pain on his face He does what he can The procession on the TV screen What could it possibly mean for a man who's come this far just to turn around Could there still be life in Kenton's swing With the Kennedys gone and everything Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers Riots down the street and discontented mothers We do what we can Downstairs it's quiet Less alive somehow Somehow he was everything that I am now And he says I do what I can I work for a living And that's who I am And that's who I am But it's good to be alive And these are the choices We make to survive You do what you can |
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from Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club (1994)
I'm so glad you're awake
That you're not like the others Cause they're so straight-laced And no fun Gosh that's nice That lingerie Makes me feel like Oh, I don't know You're a very pretty thing You remind me of someone You must have heard Some awful nasty things about me, but What I can do for you There's no one else On God's green earth can do What I can do for you There's no one else On God's green earth can do Just ask anybody They'll tell you that it's true There's no one else on earth Can do the things that I can do for you You're never gonna make it All by yourself You're gonna need a friend You're gonna need my help I have so much to offer If you just be nice If you do what I say And don't make me say it twice Do you mind if I just Rub my hand up thus Come on just my hand Come on just my hand You got to understand I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man You're gonna need me |
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from Encomium : A Tribute To Led Zeppelin [tribute] (1995)
Oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to go Ay ay ay ay ay All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay Ooh those tears I cry ay ay Baby please don't go When I read the letter you wrote me It made me mad mad mad When I read the words that it told me It made me sad sad sad I still love you so I can't let you go I love you - ooh baby I love you Oh oh oh oh oh Every breath I take oh oh oh oh Every move I make oh oh Baby please don't go Ay ay ay ay ay It hurts me to my soul oh oh It hurts me to my soul oh oh Baby please don't go When I read the letter you sent me You made me mad mad mad When I read the news that it told me It made me sad sad sad I still love you so I can't let you go I love you - ooh baby I love you Oh you hurt me so That's a big no no You shouldn't hurt me Oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to oh oh oh oh Baby... |
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from Boys On The Side (보이즈 온 더 사이드) by David Newman [ost] (1995)
I was laughing, playing in the streets,
I was unknowing; I didn't know about things. Then he came along, but never really showed me, I thought that love could wait. I was a young girl. I was sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me Love would find a way, find a way, yeah. Gotta keep on growing, Keep on growing, gotta keep on growing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was standing, looking in the face Of one who loved me, feeling so ashamed. Hoping, I pray the Lord, that he could understand me, And I didn't know his name. He took my hand in his and told me I was wrong. He said, you're gonna be all right girl, Oh just as long, just as long... Gotta keep on growing, Keep on growing, gotta keep on growing, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Baby, someday maybe, who knows where or when, Lord, Just you wait and see. Let me hold you, Together hand in hand, alone forever; 'Cause I want just you and me. This time is gonna change it all, I know it's true; Our love is gonna keep on growing And growing's all we gotta do, all we gotta do, yeah. Oh, got to keep on growing, Gotta keep on growing, gotta keep on growing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta keep on growing, Keep on growing, gotta keep on growing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta keep on growing, gotta keep on growing, Staring, looking in the face of the one that loved me. Gotta keep on growing, Gotta keep on growing, gotta keep on growing, oh yeah, I was a young girl, You said love will find a way, Love will find a way. Gotta keep on growing... |
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from B. B. King - B.B. King & Friends - 80 (1995)
(Little Willie John)
Need someone's hand to lead me through the night I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight Now, when the night begins, whoa, I'm at an end Because I need your love so bad I need some lips to feel next to mine Need someone to stand up - to stand up and tell me when I'm lyin' And when the lights are low - and it's time to go That's when I need your love so bad So why don't you give it up, baby and bring it home to me Or write it on a piece of paper, woman - so it can be read to me Tell me that you love me - and stop drivin' me mad Whoa, because I - I need your love so bad Need a soft voice - just to talk to me at night Don't want you to worry, baby I know we can make everything alright Listen to my plea, baby, come on bring it to me 'Cause I need - your love so bad Baby, I need, I need - woman, I need your love so bad |
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from The X-Files (엑스파일) [ost] (1996)
I stood close enough to hear you say,
Do as the beautiful once did, Tore up my picture from it's frame, Just wanted to be one of you. Standing on the outside, looking. Funny how you see the truth, But the feeling does come back to you. She's crazy as anyone can be, That's what they say, they say of me. Wanting love can make one do, It isn't my fault, heredity. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. State of gray, state of sin. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. Cannot feel a single thing, But the feeling does come back again. This morning feels like yesterday, Yesterday followed me along, Where do you go when no one cares? Six feet under, underground. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. State of gray, state of sin. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. I Cannot feel a single thing, But the feeling will come back again...again. |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Ten years living in a paperbag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear Botton feeder insincere Prophet lo-fi pioneer Sell the house and go to school Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel A change would do you good A change would do you good God's little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing in a fashion mag Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde Wear your fake fur on the inside Queen of south beach, aging blues Dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see A change would do you good A change would do you good Chasing dragons with plastic swords Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board I've been thinking 'bout catching a train Leave my phone machine by the radar range Hello it's me, I'm not at home If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good Hello, it's me, I'm not at home If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been living in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the thing I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go Hopes for money but all he gets is fear And the wind blows up his coat And this he scribbles on a perfume note "If I'm not here, then you're not here" And he says, "Call me Miscreation, I'm a walking celebration" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand My friend, o lawdy, Went to take care of her own body, And she got shot down in the road She looked up before she went, Said, "This isn't really what I meant" And the daily news said, "Two with one stone" And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation, Bring a flower, time is wasting" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand We got loud guitars and big suspicions, Great big guns and small ambitions, And we still argue over who is God And I say, "Hey there Miscreation, We all need a revelation" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go Hopes for money but all he gets is fear And the wind blows up his coat And this he scribbles on a perfume note "If I'm not here, then you're not here" And he says, "Call me Miscreation, I'm a walking celebration" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand My friend, o lawdy, Went to take care of her own body, And she got shot down in the road She looked up before she went, Said, "This isn't really what I meant" And the daily news said, "Two with one stone" And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation, Bring a flower, time is wasting" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand We got loud guitars and big suspicions, Great big guns and small ambitions, And we still argue over who is God And I say, "Hey there Miscreation, We all need a revelation" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go Hopes for money but all he gets is fear And the wind blows up his coat And this he scribbles on a perfume note "If I'm not here, then you're not here" And he says, "Call me Miscreation, I'm a walking celebration" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand My friend, o lawdy, Went to take care of her own body, And she got shot down in the road She looked up before she went, Said, "This isn't really what I meant" And the daily news said, "Two with one stone" And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation, Bring a flower, time is wasting" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand We got loud guitars and big suspicions, Great big guns and small ambitions, And we still argue over who is God And I say, "Hey there Miscreation, We all need a revelation" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I woke up this morning
Now I understand What it means to give your life To just one man Afraid of feeling nothing No bees or butterflies My head is full of voices And my house is full of lies This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I found you standing there When I was seventeen Now I'm thirty-two And I can't remember what I'd seen in you I made a promise Said it everyday Now I'm reading romance novels And I'm dreaming of yesterday This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'd like to see the Riviera And slowdance underneath the stars I'd like to watch the sun come up In a stranger's arms This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'm going crazy A little at a time And everything I wanted Is now driving me away I woke this morning To the sound of beating hearts Mine is full of questions And it's tearing yours apart... |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up *If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home *repeat We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? *repeat |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Watch out sister, watch out brother,
Watch our children while they kill each other With a gun they bought at Walmart discount stores Welcome to the hallway, metal detectors just been installed Hey isn't cops and robbers gettin' to be a big bore Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now, It's much too scary And your might see something you wish you hadn't seen Out of sight, out of time, out of patience, And I'm out of my mind Governor, tell me what does it mean Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna be a hippy cause life is so sweet Good morning hate Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna rock and roll up and down the street, I've got a message Love is a good thing Love is a good, love is a good, Love is a good thing Politicians on a mission, Build them up, bring them down For the good of the system Well we don't like the way you live your life I got one thing I must express We try our criminals in the press Justice is a fading light Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now It's much too scary And you might see something you wish you hadn't seen Out of sight, out of time, out of patience, And I'm out of my mind Governor, tell me what does it mean Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna be a hippy cause life is so sweet Good morning hate Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna rock and roll up and down the street I've got a message Love is a good thing Love is a good, love is a good, Love is a good thing |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it won't take me where I want to be I took the I-95 down to Pensacola All I found was a bunch of holyrollers The don't know nothing 'bout saving me I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies Got witnesses to what the goverment denies So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels Oh what a mystery Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave My sister, she says she knows Elvis She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes Cause all I've seen just terrifies me But I believe they're coming back for me I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daises
Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy Flowered drinks and low-cut dress That's the way I know her best She says she's lonely, how could she be? Every night she's got company Oh Marie, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie She likes the way she looks in her Camaro She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero She's so famous on the block She stumbles home around four o'clock She claims the guys are hard to please She wears teen perfume behind her knees Oh Marie, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie All day long she fills me up with dogma She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka There was one man she truly loved He took everything but her bear-skin rug And now and then it's clear to me That need is love and love is need Oh Marie, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie Always an open door What are you looking for |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I left a man
Asleep in the nude My name is my pocket With lipstick and rouge Everything I ever wanted, What a lovely pie you baked, Is anybody listening Don't the painted birds ever fly away It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away The walls have been talking About me again I'm good for a joke, but when I awoke The dream didn't end Now everytime I turn around I'm only sleeping, John, is anybody out there? Don't the wounded birds still sing? It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I've wept for those who suffer long
But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on killing It's in the soul to feel such things But weak to watch without speaking Oh what mercy sadness brings If God be willing There is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And on the way, child and man, And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day Fire rages in the streets And swallows everything it meets It's just an image often seen On television Come leaders, come you men of great Let us hear you pontificate Your many virtues laid to waste And we aren't listening What do you have for us today Throw us a bone but save the plate On why we waited til so late Was there no oil to excavate No riches in trade for the fate Of every person who died in hate Throw us a bone, you men of great There is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And on the way, child and man, And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day It's buried in the countryside It's exploding in the shells at night It's everywhere a baby cries Freedom |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I know you hate me
I see that now If I was unhappy I'd be someone you could still care about And I think it's stupid and sad That everything turned out so bad And enemies make the most interesting friends I'm gonna write you a long letter I'm gonna get you on a telephone Three little words to make it all better Maybe I'll leave this whole thing alone *It's a sad sad world, Without you in it And I'm a bad bad girl, For letting you down And I remember every crazy minute But it's a sad sad world Without you around They tell what you like, For our own good We both hate fighting, No matter how misunderstood Well, I wanna tell you, That your stubborn And I wanna tell you, That I never lied And I wanna tell you, That your friends talk way to much And I wanna know, What happened to that friend of mine *Repeat Oh, it's a sad sad world, Without you in it And I'm a bad bad girl, For letting you down I remember every fucked up minute Oh it's a sad sad world, Without you around |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Let's all go downtown
I got friends doing nothing but hanging around...well I feel like there's something I could be missing You know you look alright You got cheap shoes, a Malibu, and big public fights Well, there's no one else I would rather be kissing Baby when you start to bleed, you look so sweet Everybody's watching you cause everybody wants to be Little superstar, well baby that's what you are Little superstar, oh honey that's what you are I got a backstage line I call you up, been watching you for quite some time I beat around the streets like Bandidi looking for Camilla I'll be satin and speed IF you and I are still alive We'll get off these streets Well, there was a time I would have Hung around just to be seen Hey man, it's a shame when you start to fade Diamond rings and sparkily things Won't make your shine stay My little superstar, oh baby that's what you are My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart My little superstar, oh honey you know you are My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
Slappin' leather was devised
During a wild streak in her life She has a cheap apartment Up on Royal Street She brought home just enough To keep her on her feet She don't believe in anything But it you ask her, she'll say There's plenty of things to believe in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved She got a number off the bathroom wall She was looking for a good time So she made the call Got a strangely calm voice on the other line Sneaky little priest trying to reach out to the swine He said, "Hello my name is Father Tim Seems to me your zeal for this life Has been wearing a little thin" Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved Well, maybe we all could use a little grace To know when to run and when to Stay in one place Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved |
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from Sheryl Crow - Sheryl Crow (1996)
I read your book
And I find it strange That I know that girl and I know her world A little too well And I didn't know By giving my hand That I would be written down, sliced around, Passed down Among strangers hands Three days in Rome Where do we go I'll always remember Three days in Rome Never again Would I see your face You carry a pen and a paper and no time and words you waste You're a voyeur The worst kind of thief To take what happened To write down everything that went on Between you and me Three days in Rome And I stand alone I'll always remember Three days in Rome |
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from Tomorrow Never Dies (007 투모로우 네버다이즈) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
Darling I m killed
I m in a puddle Waiting for you to return Oh what a trill, Fascinations galore How You tease, how you leave me to burn CHORUS: It s so deadly my dear The power of wanting you near Until that day, Until the world falls away Until you say there ll be no more good-bye s I see it in your eyes, Tomorrow never dies Darlin you ve won It s no fun Martinis, girls, and guns It s matter on our love affair But you bet your life every night While your chasing them on the knife Your not the only spy out there CHORUS Until That Day Until The World Falls Away Until You Say There ll Be No More Good-bye s I See It In Your Eyes... Until That Day Until That Day Until That Day |
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from The Faculty (패컬티) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (1998)
Short circulated Sleeping through the dopamine When you've got nothing to fear Too low to notice Superman in disco jeans Having a good time Just wish I was here Resuscitation Bring me around Resuscitation Bring me down So separated Under watergun ballet When you've got no map You've got no place to go Some sexy killjoy Bring everybody down Well I eat confusion And spit it out slow Resuscitation Bring you 'round Resuscitation Bring you down The road is paved with hope and glory But my shoes are hiding under the bed I need a little evaluation Rejuvenation Of soul and head So underneath Hanging on the bathroom rug Holding it together With rubber bands and chewing gum This mansion's crashing I'm just the butler's maid What do we care We just need our own parade Resuscitation Bring me down Resuscitation Bring me 'round |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
Ten years living in a paperbag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear Bottom feeder insincere Prophet lo-fi pioneer Sell the house and go to school Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel A change would do you good A change would do you good God's little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing in a fashion mag Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde Wear your fake fur on the inside Queen of south beach, aging blues Dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see A change would do you good A change would do you good Chasing dragons with plastic swords Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board I've been thinking 'bout catching a train Leave my phone machine by the radar range Hello it's me, I'm not at home If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good Hello, it's me, I'm not at home If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die
says man next me out of nowhere apropos of nothing he says his name's william but I'm sure he's bill or billy mac or buddy he's plain ugly to me and I wonder if he's ever had fun in his life we're drinking beer at noon on tuesday in a bar that faces a giant car wash the good people of the world are washing their cars on their lunch break hosing and scrubbing as best they can in skirts and suits they drive their shinning datsuns and buicks back to the phone company the record store well they're nothing like billy and me all I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one all I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning and billy likes to peel the lables from his bottles of bud and shred them on the bar then he likes every match in un oversize pack letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out and he's watching the buds as they spin on the floor a happy couple enters the bar dangerously close the bartender looks up from his want ads otherwise the bar is ours and the day and the night and the car wash too the matches and the buds and clean and dirty cars the sun and the moon |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the thing I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
Rock on- gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon And dig your grave Heartless challenge Pick your path and I'll pray Wake up in the morning See your sunrise- loves- to go down Lousy lovers- pick their prey But they never cry out loud Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now- do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home. Rock on- ancient woman Follow those who pale In your shadow Rulers make bad lovers You better put your kingdom up for sale Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now- do you know how Pickup the pieces and go home. |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants. Never made a school mama happy, Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Always took candy from strangers, Didn't wanna get me no trade. Never want to be like papa, Working for the boss ev'ry night and day. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy. Baby, won't ya keep me happy. Baby, please keep me I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Never got a flash out of cocktails, When I got some flesh off the bone. Never got a lift out of Lear jets, When I can fly way back home. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes, And drank til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
It don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again. It don't hurt like it did. I can sing my song again. I scraped the paper off the wall. I put down carpet in the hall. I left no trace of you at all. And I can sing my song again. I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep. The moon is hanging like your hat. The sun comes up, well I don't see Curtains tied up like a bat. The electric man looks good today. Maybe not, well I'm trying hard. Trying hard to feel that way, The electric man's a good place to start. Took your paintings off the wall. That one of me that you called doll. I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small. Now I can sing my song again. I don't think of you no more Except for everyday or two. I don't think of you no more Except for in between the sun and moon. Packed up and moved out after all. Bulldozed the house and watched it fall. That blessed sight I still recall I can sing my song again I can sing my song again It don't hurt like it did, it hurts worse. Who do I kid? |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street Not that I care at all I spent the best part of my losing streak In an Army Jeep For what I can't recall Oh I'm banging on my TV set And I check the odds And I place my bet I pour a drink And I pull the blinds And I wonder what I'll find I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night Find some crossroad trucker To demonstrate his might But these days it seems Nowhere is far enough away So I'm leaving Las Vegas today I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm standing in the middle of the desert Waiting for my ship to come in But now no joker, no jack, no king Can take this loser hand And make it win I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I quit my job as a dancer At the Lido des Girls Dealing blackjack until one or two Such a muddly line between The things you want And the things you have to do I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving Las Vegas And I won't be back No I won't be back Not this time |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep in I looked at the clock when you creep in It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I was just beginning When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake Well, your friends are sorry for me They watch you pretend to adore me But I'm no fool to this game Now here comes your secret lover She'd be unlike any other Until your guilt goes up in flames Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I've gotten used to spending When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake Well maybe nothin' lasts forever Even when you stay together I don't need forever after It's your laughter won't let me go So I'm holding on this way Did you know, could you tell You were the only one That I ever loved Now everything's so wrong Did you see me walking by? Did it ever make you cry? You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go It's try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be MAN ENOUGH to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
I think I was wrong
I think you were right All my angry words Will keep me up at night Through the old screen door I still hear you say Honey won't you stop Treating me that way If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed Tell it to me slow Tell me with your eyes If anyone should know How to let it slide I swear I can see you Coming up the drive There ain't nothing like regret To remind you you're alive If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed I crossed the canyon a thousand times But never noticed what was mine What you'll remember of me tonight Well, it almost makes me cry Yeah, it almost makes me cry Oh ballbreaking moon and ridiculing stars The older I get, the closer you are Don't you have somewhere that you need to be Instead of hanging here making a fool of me If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see the change in me If you could only see What love has made of me But I'll forever be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see, no you won't see The good in me But babe I've changed Cause babe I've changed |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
Hey let's party, let's get down,
let's turn the radio on, This is the meltdown. Get out the camera, take a picture, The drag queens and the freaks Are all out on the town. And cowboy Jane's in bed Nursing a swollen head. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. Now there goes the neighborhood. The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower. She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers. And Schooboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. mail. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie. The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky. We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun who violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up to his hero the Commander-in-Chief "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun is not yellow it is chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues |
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from Sheryl Crow - Live From Central Park [live] (1999)
[Clapton]
In the white room with black curtains by the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. [Crow] I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. [Clapton] You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. [Crow] I'll sleep in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. [Clapton] At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. [Crow] I'll wait in the queue where the trains come around; Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves. |
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from Message In A Bottle (병 속에 든 편지) by Gabriel Yared [ost] (1999)
Carolina... Her tears are falling like the spanish moss Disappearing... Into beauty found in beauty lost Reff& 58; So it goes, the summer blooms and s away Like moonlight falling on a bed And there can be no solace in remembering The words we never said d postcards... Of all the places she loves best Take her far away... As she presses wrinkles from her cotton dress Reff So it goes the summer blooms and s away Like moonlight crashing to the earth And there can be no solace in remembering The way things never were |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
Part I: I am strong I am able I spill milk on your table Then I cry like a baby Just to see if you save me I am sweet I am ugly I am mean if you love me I try hard just to please you When I say I don't need you I dress up with a conscience When I think you'll be watching I say all the right things I don't know what I mean Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through I am ignorant and rude I am fashionably crude And sometimes when it's quiet I'm an angel in white When I pose in the mirror I want everyone near me I am scared that I'm weird I'm afraid I am queer I am lovely and weak I am foul when I speak I am strange when I'm kind I am frying my mind Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through (I don't care, I don't care) Jesus loves me I know For my mom told me so I'm a loser at love I'm a flower in the mud Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through Part II: Don't you hate it When the money starts to running out Your esoteric rants Were made to twist and shout I heard you moved Now you're hangin on the Moulin Rouge Don't you know no matter where you go Somebody's always watching you That's what they say That's what they say When the pages fade the love you made Will seem one hundred light years away |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I am strong
I am able I spill milk on your table Then I cry like a baby Just to see if you save me I am sweet I am ugly I am mean if you love me I try hard just to please you When I say I don't need you I dress up with a conscience When I think you'll be watching I say all the right things I don't know what I mean Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through I am ignorant and rude I am fashionably crude And sometimes when it's quiet I'm an angel in white When I pose in the mirror I want everyone near me I am scared that I'm weird I'm afraid I am queer I am lovely and weak I am foul when I speak I am strange when I'm kind I am frying my mind Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through (I don't care, I don't care) Jesus loves me I know For my mom told me so I'm a loser at love I'm a flower in the mud Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through Am I Am I Getting Through Don't you hate it When the money starts to running out Your esoteric rants Were made to twist and shout I heard you moved Now you're hangin on the Moulin Rouge Don't you know no matter where you go Somebody's always watching you That's what they say That's what they say When the pages fade the love you made Will seem one hundred light years away |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I light your cigarettes
I bring you apples from the vine How quickly you forget I run the bath and pour the wine I bring you everything that floats into your mind But you don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down When you come 'round You are a raging sea I pull myself out everyday I plea insanity Cause I can't leave but I can't stay You say, won't you come find me and yes is what I say You don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down Everything is crashing to the ground Maybe I'm not your perfect kind Maybe I'm not what you had in mind Maybe we're just killing time You with your silky words And your eyes of green and blue You with your steel beliefs That don't match anything you do It was so much easier before you became you You don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down Everything just crashes to the ground When you come around When you come around No more playing seek and hide No more long and wasted nights Can't you make it easy on yourself I know you wish you were strong You wish you were never wrong Well, I got some wishes of my own (Sheryl Crow) |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I watched the sun come up on Portland
I waved goodbye to all my friends I packed my car and headed to LA I gave away all my loose ends Somebody said you gotta get away To wanna go back home again I left my universe standing there Holding the hand of my best friend And it's laughter that I feel when I think of you It's one more dusty rose about to turn I'll see you when I reach New Mexico If I'm in the mood to crash and burn I wrote a letter that I never mailed I rehearsed a dialogue in my head In case you ever wanted to track me down I'll take my cell phone to bed And it's laughter that I hear when I close my eyes And it's one more punchline I forgot to learn I call you up when my bottle's dry I'm on my way to crash and burn Antigone laid across the road And let a mack truck leave her there for dead Just because her lover split the scene Well love might be great but why lose your head Well, it's laughter that comes up when I cry for you And my heart may break again before it learns And I might be stupid enough to want to fall again Cause I've gotten use to the crash and burn I say I've gotten use to the crash and burn |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I watched the sun come up on Portland I waved goodbye to all my friends I packed my car and headed to LA I gave away all my loose ends Somebody said you gotta get away To wanna go back home again I left my universe standing there Holding the hand of my best friend And it's laughter that I feel when I think of you It's one more dusty rose about to turn I'll see you when I reach New Mexico If I'm in the mood to crash and burn I wrote a letter that I never mailed I rehearsed a dialogue in my head In case you ever wanted to track me down I'll take my cell phone to bed And it's laughter that I hear when I close my eyes And it's one more punchline I forgot to learn I call you up when my bottle's dry I'm on my way to crash and burn Antigone laid across the road And let a mack truck leave her there for dead Just because her lover split the scene Well love might be great but why lose your head Well, it's laughter that comes up when I cry for you And my heart may break again before it learns And I might be stupid enough to want to fall again Cause I've gotten use to the crash and burn I say I've gotten use to the crash and burn |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
It's don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again. It's don't hurt like it did. I can sing my song again. I scraped the paper off the wall. I put down carpet in the hall. I left no trace of you at all. And I can sing my song again. I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep. The moon is hanging like your hat. The sun comes up, well I don't see Curtains tied up like a bat. The electric man looks good today. Maybe not, well I'm trying hard. Trying hard to feel that way, The electric man's a good place to start. Took your paintings off the wall. That one of me that you called doll. I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small. Now I can sing my song again. I don't think of you no more Except for everyday or two. I don't think of you no more Except for in between the sun and moon. Packed up and moved out after all. Bulldozed the house and watched it fall. That blessed sight I still recall I can sing my song again I can sing my song again It don't hurt like it did, it hurts worse. Who do I kid? |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
We lay around just like gurus
In borrowed robes And talk about nothing Well maybe that's something Maybe that's something You stretch out across a long long table Without hesitation You say, "I'm willing and able." Maybe that's something Maybe that's one thing more than I've seen Maybe that's something more than nothing. You say good, I say you should, will you be there? Making miracles is hard work, Most people give up before they happen. Maybe that's something Maybe that's one thing more than I've seen Maybe that's something more than nothing, More than nothing, more than nothing. Maybe that's something Maybe that's one thing more than I've seen Maybe that's something more than nothing More than nothing, more than nothing, more than nothing. |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again
He seems to be stuck in the 80's He wears his members only jacket Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies And all the white folks shake their asses Looking for the two and four I'll have mine in martini glasses Cause I can't take it anymore These are the days of empty kitchens The rise and fall of Mary Ellen's hairdo I think she's found a new religion Studying the Kabalah in her J.Crew And all the rich kids shake their asses Looking for the two and four Well I'll have mine with Blackstrap molasses Cause I can't taste it anymore No I can't taste it anymore My friend Gregg says it's all good As the eastern seaboard's blown away Now everything is going half-price So look at all the money we saved And all the politicians shake their asses Looking for the backdoor I'll just be hanging out with the lasses Cause they don't like the boys no more No and I can't take it anymore |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
Every step of the way
We walk the line Your days are numbered So are mine Time is piling up We struggle and we scrape All boxed in Nowhere to escape The city's just a jungle More games to play I'm trapped in the heart of it Trying to get away I was raised in the country Been working in the town I been in trouble since I Set my suitcase down I ain't got nothing for you I had nothing before Don't even have anything For myself anymore Sky's full of fire And the rain is pouring down There's nothing you can sell me So I'll see you around All my powers of expression And thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice Reason or rhyme There's only one thing that I did wrong I stayed in Mississippi a day too long The devil's in the alley, the mule kickin' in the stall Say anything you wanna, I've heard it all I was thinking about the things that she said I was dreaming I was sleeping in you bed Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees Feel like a stranger nobody sees So many things we never will undo I know you're sorry, well I'm sorry too Some people will offer you their hand and some won't Last night I knew you, tonight I don't I need something strong to distract my mind I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind Well I got here, following the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are There's only one thing that I did wrong I stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well my ship's been split to splinters; it's sinking fast I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me Everybody's moving if they ain't already there Everybody's got to move somewhere Well stick with me baby anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waiting to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine The emptiness is endless, cold as clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way Well there's only one thing that I did wrong I stayed in Mississippi a day too long Yeah the only thing that I did wrong Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long The only thing that I did wrong Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long (Bob Dylan) |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep in I looked at the clock when you creep in It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I was just beginning When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake Well, your friends are sorry for me They watch you pretend to adore me But I'm no fool to this game Now here comes your secret lover She'd be unlike any other Until your guilt goes up in flames Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I've gotten used to spending When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake Well maybe nothin' lasts forever Even when you stay together I don't need forever after It's your laughter won't let me go So I'm holding on this way Did you know, could you tell You were the only one That I ever loved Now everything's so wrong Did you see me walking by? Did it ever make you cry? You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
Short circulated
Sleeping through the dopamine When you've got nothing to fear Too low to notice Superman in disco jeans Having a good time Just wish I was here Resuscitation Bring me around Resuscitation Bring me down So separated Under watergun ballet When you've got no map You've got no place to go Some sexy killjoy Bring everybody down Well I eat confusion And spit it out slow Resuscitation Bring you 'round Resuscitation Bring you down The road is paved with hope and glory But my shoes are hiding under the bed I need a little evaluation Rejuvenation Of soul and head So underneath Hanging on the bathroom rug Holding it together With rubber bands and chewing gum This mansion's crashing I'm just the butler's maid What do we care We just need our own parade Resuscitation Bring me down Resuscitation Bring me 'round |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I spent a year in the mouth of a whale
With a flame and a book of signs. You'll never know how hard I've failed Trying to make up for lost time. Once I believed in things unseen I was blinded by the dark. Out of the multitude to me He came and broke my heart. When the dust in the field has flown, And the youngest of hearts has grown, And you doubt you will ever be free, Don't bail on me. River is wide and oh so deep And it winds and winds around. I dream we're happy in my sleep Floating down and down and down. And the tide rushes by where we stand, And the earth underneath turns to sand, And we're waiting for someone to see, Don't bail on me. Tell ma I loved the man Even though I turned and ran. Lovely and fine I could have been Laying down in the palm of his hand. Laying down in the palm of his hand. Laying down in the palm of his hand. Staying down in the palm of his hand. In the morning you wait for the sun, And secretly hope it won't come, But time washes everyone clean, Honey now, don't bail on me. Don't bail on me. Don't bail on me. |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
I think I was wrong
I think you were right All my angry words Will keep me up at night Through the old screen door I still hear you say Honey won't you stop Treating me that way If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed Tell it to me slow Tell me with your eyes If anyone should know How to let it slide I swear I can see you Coming up the drive There ain't nothing like regret To remind you you're alive If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed I crossed the canyon a thousand times But never noticed what was mine What you'll remember of me tonight Well, it almost makes me cry Yeah, it almost makes me cry Oh ballbreaking moon and ridiculing stars The older I get, the closer you are Don't you have somewhere that you need to be Instead of hanging here making a fool of me If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see the change in me If you could only see What love has made of me But I'll forever be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see, no you won't see The good in me But babe I've changed Cause babe I've changed |
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from Sheryl Crow - The Globe Sessions (1999)
Hey let's party, let's get down, let's turn the radio on,
This is the meltdown. Get out the camera, take a picture, The drag queens and the freaks Are all out on the town. And cowboy Jane's in bed Nursing a swollen head. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. Now there goes the neighborhood. The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower. She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers. And Schooboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. mail. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie. The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunkie. We can't be certain who the villans are 'cuz everyone's so pretty But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
I've been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up [Chorus] If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, Scrape the mold off the bread, And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home Chorus We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? Chorus |
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from Bridget Jones''s Diary (브리짓 존스의 일기) by Patrick Doyle [ost] (2001)
I woke up this mornin' with my makeup on
I've been fakin' it lately, but those days are gone You look at me and wonder why I got to cut these strings and learn to fly *But the girl is only in your mind She's leavin' everything behind She's not the girl that's gonna make it right So you can kiss that girl goodbye We're so glad you made it in this dead end town Everybody's waiting for you to come down You're gonna wake up from your dream You're gonna find someone who looks like me * Repeat You could look forever for someone like me She's just a memory So you can kiss the girl goodbye Kiss that girl goodbye So you can kiss the girl goodbye So you can kiss that girl goodbye |
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from Bridget Jones''S Diary (브리짓 존스의 일기) [ost] (2001)
I woke up this mornin′ with my makeup on
I′ve been fakin′ it lately, but those days are gone You look at me and wonder why I got to cut these strings and learn to fly But the girl is only in your mind She′s leavin′ everything behind She′s not the girl that′s gonna make it right So you can kiss that girl goodbye We′re so glad you made it in this dead end town Everybody′s waiting for you to come down You′re gonna wake up from your dream You′re gonna find someone who looks like me But the girl is only in your mind She′s leavin′ everything behind She′s not the girl that′s gonna make it right So you can kiss that girl goodbye You could look forever for someone like me She′s just a memory So you can kiss the girl goodbye Kiss that girl goodbye So you can kiss the girl goodbye So you can kiss that girl goodbye |
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from America : A Tribute To Heroes [omnibus] (2001)
Maybe this is forever
Forever fades away Like a rocket ascending into space Could you not be sad? Could you not break down? After all, I won't let go Until you're safe and sound Until you're safe and sound There's beauty in release There's no one left to please but you and me I don't blame you for quitting I know you really tried If only you could hang on through the night Cuz I don't want to be lonely I don't want to be scared And all our friends are waiting there Until you're safe and sound Until you're safe and sound There's beauty in release There's no one left to please but you and me Until you're safe and sound... Feel like I could've held on Feel like I could've let go Feel like I could've helped you Feel like I could've changed you Feel like I could've held you Feel like I could've hurt you Feel like I was a stranger Feel like I was an angel Feel like I was a hero Feel like I was a zero Feel like I could've cured you Feel like I could've healed you Feel like I could've touched you Feel like I could've saved you Feel like I should've heard you Feel like I could've moved you Feel like I could've changed you Feel like I could've held you Feel like I could've kept you Feel like I should've told you Feel like I could've loved you Feel like I could've loved you Feel like I could've loved you Feel like I could've loved you Feel like I really loved you |
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from I Am Sam (아이 엠 샘) [ost] (2002)
Born a poor young country boy,
Mother Nature's son. All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone. Sit beside a mountain stream, See her waters rise. Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies. Du,du,du,du,du,du,du,du,du... Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature's son. Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun. Du,du,du,du,du,du,du,du,du... Mm...Mother Nature's son. |
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from Shallow Hal (내겐 너무 가벼운 그녀) by William Goodrum [ost] (2002)
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again
He seems to be stuck in the 80's He wears his members only jacket Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies And all the white folks shake their asses Looking for the two and four I'll have mine in martini glasses Cause I can't take it anymore These are the days of empty kitchens The rise and fall of Mary Ellen's hairdo I think she's found a new religion Studying the Kabalah in her J.Crew And all the rich kids shake their asses Looking for the two and four Well I'll have mine with Blackstrap molasses Cause I can't taste it anymore No I can't taste it anymore My friend Gregg says it's all good As the eastern seaboard's blown away Now everything is going half-price So look at all the money we saved And all the politicians shake their asses Looking for the backdoor I'll just be hanging out with the lasses Cause they don't like the boys no more No and I can't take it anymore |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
Can?t you see I?m holding your flag
The one that you left on the ground Well is the world too heavy for you If it makes you feel better, I?ll carry it, too No one?s gonna stand in your light Impressions are easy to fight But until you turn to me and say You don?t need anyone to carry the weight, I will stay o CHORUS: Abilene Bring it on home to me Abilene Isn?t it good to be free o Can?t you see I?m wearing your shirt The one with the heart on the sleeve Everyone can see you?ve been hurt But honey don?t give up on me When you gonna make up your mind When you gonna get out of bed Well everyday you?re gonna find Broken promises are no worse than words never said CHORUS Then you want someone to come along and save the day Well you make it much too hard CHORUS |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
Cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon cmon You lay down with angels To feel yourself again Youve got everything you need Under your thick skin I know where youre going I know where youve been When it comes to playin games You will always win o CHORUS: Cmon, cmon cmon Break my heart again For old times sake Cmon, cmon cmon Break my heart again For old times sake o You cant see your shadow Reaching for the sky Lay your head down on my bed Please dont ask me why Why am I leaving Why dont I know Something deep inside me Is forcing me to go You say you need me But you cant tell me no When I ask you to stop me baby You just let me go CHORUS You took the best of me And threw it away Too bad the rest of me Still wants you to stay Want you to stay You say you need me But you cant tell me no When I ask you to stop me baby You just let me go You just let me go CHORUS |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
Walk with me the diamond road
Tell me every story told Give me something of your soul That I can hold onto I want to wake up to the sound of waves Crashing on a brand new day Keep the memory of your face But wipe the pain away o [CHORUS:] When you're lonely (you're not alone) When you're heart aches (on Diamond Road) It's gonna take a little time Yeah, it's gonna take a little time When the night falls (you're not alone) When you're stumbling (on Diamond Road) It's gonna take a little time To make it to the other side o So don't miss the diamonds along the way Every road has led us here today Little bird, what's troubling you You know what you have to do What is yours you'll never lose And what's ahead may shine Beneath the promise of blue skies With broken wings we'll learn to fly Pull yourself out of the tide And begin the dream again [CHORUS] So don't miss the diamonds along the way Every road has led us here today Won't you shine on Morning light Burn the darkness away Walk with me the Diamond Road Tell me everything is gold Give me something of your soul So you don't fade away [CHORUS] Don't miss the diamonds along the way Every road has led us here today Life is what happens while you're making plans All that you need is right here in your hands |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
You can tell me the world is round and I?ll prove to you it?s square
You can keep your feet on the ground, but I?ll be walking on air You?re pretty good at waiting While I go running around Well, that?s just the way it is, you know I got a hole in my pocket You give me love and I drop it I guess I threw it away We stick together with every day that passes by But I?m just like the weather, I keep on changing my mind Well you can hardly believe it Every time I turn and say, well Good morning, I?m leaving And I?ll be back in a few days But that?s just the way it is, you know o CHORUS: I got a hole in my pocket You give me love and I drop it I guess I?ll throw it away I got a four leaf clover I?ll throw it over my shoulder I?m gonna need it someday o When things don?t go right you lead me Torn up and tied---you free me When life is strange ?you take me Through every change, you never break me You got a feeling there?s a wall that you can never climb I try to be there where you are, I try to be on time But I lose my way CHORUS |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
I think I met my match again
Standing round the candlelight In the middle of this blizzard You stood and melted all the ice o CHORUS: It?s only love It?s only love If only love comes round again It will have been Worth the ride o You were master of so many Savior to none I waged all of my hopes so plenty on you Now look what I?ve become CHORUS Sometimes lonely is not only a word But faces I have known And if you see me could you free me with a smile So I can let go CHORUS |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
All I want to know
Is when you go Do you think of me Cause I could let you go But there'd be a hole Where my heart used to be o [CHORUS:] It's so easy holding you near I could melt in your arms and disappear Loving you baby is breaking my heart tonight It's so easy but it isn't right o I saw you today You walked away And I couldn't breathe Cause I know how it will feel It's a love so real When you're touching me [CHORUS] Every night I lay here alone After you leave me and go home She doesn't know that we can't let go And it's hurting me so [CHORUS] Baby it's so easy |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
I want to take you down to the river
I want to wash the blood from your hands I want to make you see You belong to me You won?t ever win I want to walk out over the water I want to tear my heart from my chest I want to change my face Wanna leave this place Start all over again Well don?t you know You?re wasted You got more than you asked for Wasted You walk in through the out door Oh, you?re a lucky kid Wasted I want to turn you into a Corvette I want to drive you out of your mind I want to watch your face When you reach that place That you could never find I want to make you scream for mercy I want to break the silence within And take you to your knees Just like you did me And crawl around in your skin Oh don?t you know Wasted You got more than you asked for Wasted You walk out through the in door Oh, you?re a lucky kid Wasted Oh, you?re a lucky kid Wasted You got more than you asked for Wasted You went in through the out door You tasted What you never had before You wasted everything And now you?re such a bore Oh, you?re a lucky kid Wasted Oh, cause I know what you did Wasted Oh, you?re a lucky kid I got your number Oh, you get away with it |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
feeling weak today
run the risk of tears falling down your cheeks from all the lonely years holding back your love while she races up the hill chase what you dream of but always standing still all and all you see everything is history think of all that you've been missing and every now and then shadows bring you back again to think of all the things you're missing lay the pictures out pull the curtains down don't let us see you breathe your happiness you fake sending up a flare if anybody really cares to talk a little while the past to reconcile all in all you see everything is history think of all the things you're missing every now and then i can almost picture him think of all the things of all the things of all the things well i do i do hear the morning creeping in and the spirit sings again well you will you will see the beauty in this moment every time you're standing still time you're standing still these times are tougher weathered someday the wind will carry you home and you'll be free and you'll be free no one will pull you down you'll wake up and look around and never again think of all, all that you've been missing ohh ohh ohh all that you've been missing ohh all and all you see everything is history think of all that you've been missing |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
I feel like cherry wine
Like Valentines Like a Spring is coming And everything is all right I?ve got a love that?s new I hear you?re happy too That?s the way it should be But lately I feel like crying o CHORUS: I wanna get over you But you?re everywhere And I just can?t get away I gotta get over you Cause it?s just not fair That I still see your face o I heard your name today I walked away Cause everyone?s still talking I don?t need that in my life Got better things to do Than worry about you I?m gonna keep on walking But sometimes I don?t know why CHORUS Well we had a good time But time goes on You didn?t really want me until I was gone I wanna get over you Before you get over me Over me CHORUS |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
Maybe this is forever
Forever fades away Like a rocket ascending into space Could you not be sad Could you not break down After all I won?t let go o CHORUS: Until you?re safe and sound Until you?re safe and sound There?s beauty in release There?s no one left to please But you and me o I don?t blame you for quitting I know you really try If only you could hang on through the night I don?t want to be lonely I don?t want to be scared All our friends are waiting there CHORUS Feel like I could?ve held on Feel like I could?ve let go Feel like I could?ve helped you Feel like I could?ve changed you Feel like I could?ve held you Feel like I could?ve hurt you Feel like I was a stranger Feel like I was an angel Feel like I was a hero Feel like I was a zero Feel like I could have changed you Feel like I could have healed you Feel like I could have saved you Feel like I should?ve heard you Feel like I could have moved you Feel like I could have changed you Feel like I could have healed you Feel like I should?ve told you Feel like I could have loved you Feel like I could have loved you Feel like I could have loved you Feel like I really loved you Feel like I really loved you Feel like I really loved you Feel like I really loved you Feel like I really loved you Feel like I really loved you Feel like I could?ve saved you Feel like I could?ve saved you Feel like I could?ve saved you |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
My friend the communist
Holds meetings in his RV I can't afford his gas So I'm stuck here watching TV I don't have digital I don't have diddly squat It's not having what you want It's wanting what you've got I'm gonna soak up the sun Gonna tell everyone to lighten up I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no-one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna soak up the sun I've got a crummy job It don't pay near enough To buy the things it takes To win me some of your love Every time I turn around I'm looking up, you're looking down Maybe something's wrong with you That makes you act the way you do Maybe I am crazy too I'm gonna soak up the sun Gonna tell everyone to lighten up I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no-one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun Gonna tell everyone to lighten up (To lighten up) I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up (I'm looking up) I'm gonna soak up the sun I've got my 45 on So I can rock on |
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from Sheryl Crow - C'Mon, C'Mon (2002)
Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood I got a quarter in my pocket And I?d call you if I could But I don?t know why I gotta fly I wanna rock and roll this party I still wanna have some fun Iwanna leave you feeling breathless Show you how the west was won But I gotta fly I gotta fly o CHORUS: Like Steve McQueen All I need's a fast machine I?m gonna make it all right Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You?ll never catch me tonite o I ain?t takin?shit off no one Baby that was yesterday I?m an all American rebel Making my big getaway Yeah you know it?s time I gotta fly CHORUS We got rockstars in the Whitehouse All our popstars look like porn All my heroes hit the highway They don?t hang out here no more You can call me anytime You can page me all night long But you won?t catch this freebird I?ll already be long gone Like Steve McQueen All we need?s a fast machine And we?re gonna make it all right CHORUS |
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Subject : 여전히 멋있게 노는 언니. Sheryl Crow - 100 Miles From Memphis
