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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
My girl white in a yellow light
Looks so good And it takes me Love so bright she can love all night Shows me all she knows Painter paint the scene Hold us in a dream Feel what it means When she takes me Oh, she plays her part Holds me in her heart Knows from the start She can take me And she takes me And I go When I'm bound in the london ground Play this song It'll take you Say her love was a velvet glove Held my life through See us in the morning sun How the colors run |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal
For sharing dreams I need my woman This humble expression meagerly dressed My eyes so mean it has no meaning But jealous night and all her secret chords I must be deaf on the telephone I need my love to translate I play the piano no more running honey This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and nighttime I feel you near Warm water breathing she helps me here This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Lean streaky music spawned on the streets I hear it but with you I had to go 'Cause my rock 'n' roll is putting on weight and the beat it goes on Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and ni |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal
For sharing dreams I need my woman This humble expression meagerly dressed My eyes so mean it has no meaning But jealous night and all her secret chords I must be deaf on the telephone I need my love to translate I play the piano no more running honey This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and nighttime I feel you near Warm water breathing she helps me here This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Lean streaky music spawned on the streets I hear it but with you I had to go 'Cause my rock 'n' roll is putting on weight and the beat it goes on Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and ni |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
Well, the world's no perfect place
We're only doing what we can do When the night comes over me Open my eyes up to a brighter sky [Chorus] And the light shines above every nation But at times we do forget about them Like my brother who is falling down But at times we do forget about him Well truth is an empty word Spoken in vain, yeah, like we all do Blind hate the modern way But every life has a beautiful name [Chorus] No regrets can save us And only our hearts have any answer Oh, it's you... [Chorus] Time to break out now Out of the prison of our own mind There's a rhyme where there's a reason Everyone's dreaming of the same dream |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
It used to seem to me
That my life ran on too fast And I had to take it slowly Just to make the good parts last But when you're born to run It's so hard to just slow down So don't be surprised to see me Back in that bright part of town I'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again I'll be back in the high life again All the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in And I'll drink and dance with one hand free Let the world back into me And on I'll be a sight to see Back in the high life again You used to be the best To make life be life to me And I hope that you're still out there And you're like you used to be We'll have ourselves a time And we'll dance 'til the morning sun And we'll let the good times come in And we won't stop 'til we're done We'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again We'll be back in the high life again All the eyes that watch^Eed us once will smile and take us in And we'll drink and dance with one hand free And have the world so easily And oh we'll be a sight to see Back in the high life again We'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again We'll be back in the high life again All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in And we'll drink and dance with one hand free And have the world so easily And oh we'll be a sight to see Back in the high life again |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
You hold your broken heart out
And you say it just won't stop hurting Like there's something I can do The rule is so plain Party girl play like it's laying Pack it up-hear what I'm saying The party's over-better walk away Turn the page-look, and listen Somewhere music plays Planes leave every day Big girls walk away You want to play with princes On a million dollar holiday But you never met their mothers You just go so high Party girl just keep the earrings Nothing else is worth a damned thing Just save the party for another day You know this old world is wide And you're to catch another ride You just go till you come out the other side |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key. But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home. Come down on your own and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting all these years. Somebody holds the key. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. Still I can't find my way home, And I ain't done nothing wrong, But I can't find my way home. |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key. But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home. Come down on your own and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting all these years. Somebody holds the key. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. Still I can't find my way home, And I ain't done nothing wrong, But I can't find my way home. |
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from Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood - Live From Madison Square Garden (2009)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone somebody must change,
You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years somebody holds the key, But I am nearly end and I just ani’t got the time, I am wasted and can’t find my way home, Come down off your throne and leave your body at home somebody must change, You are the reason I’ve been waiting so long somebody holds the key, Well, I’m nearly end and I just ani’t got the time, Oh, I am wasted and can’t find my way home, |
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from Grammy Nominees - 2010 Grammy Nominees (2010)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone somebody must change,
You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years somebody holds the key, But I am nearly end and I just ani’t got the time, I am wasted and can’t find my way home, Come down off your throne and leave your body at home somebody must change, You are the reason I’ve been waiting so long somebody holds the key, Well, I’m nearly end and I just ani’t got the time, Oh, I am wasted and can’t find my way home, <instruments> Woo, But I can’t find my way home, Woo, But I can’t find my way home, Woo, But I can’t find my way home, Woo, But I can’t find my way home, Woo, But I can’t find my way home, And I ain’t done nothing wrong, no, no But I can’t find my way home. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Reflected in the water is a face that you don't know And isn't it surprising when you find out it's your own And so you try to find out whether it is friend or foe And what it is it wants from you, and what it wants to know Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Well, you're wrapped up in your little world and no one can get in You sit and think of everything, then you wonder where you've been Put the blame on someone that you've hardly ever known And then you realize too late the blame was all your own Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen/ Remastered (2004)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from 2003 Collection-Live From Austin Texas (2004)
Different light
Searching for the truth I find That I am running quite short of time And I am no longer certain of my destiny Different light Things that I once thought were right Are now reflected in a different light And it seemed that I overlooked a part of me I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality Different light Searching for the truth I find Is that what I thought was peace of mind? It was only me escaping my reality I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality I had questioned my philosophy So that I can see the truth in me Searching for the truth I found out what I thought would be Peace of mind Things that should’ve stayed the same Are prone to change Now I’ve seen a little light I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality I have questioned my philosophy So that I could see the truth in me Different Light I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality And I have questioned my philosophy So that I could see the truth in me |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Do right, use your head, everybody must be fed
Get together, break your bread, yes, together, that's what I said Do what you like Don't fight Don't fight, use your head, it's all right every night Do what you like, that's what I said Everybody must be fed, do what you like Open your eyes, realize you're not dead Take a look at an open book Do what you like, that's what I said, do what you like Do right, use your head, everybody must be fed Get together, break some bread, yes together, that's what I said Do what you like Open your eyes, use your head, realize that you're not dead Take a look at an open book, let it cook That's what I said, do what you like |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through
All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion There is only one who means more than all to me And through the lady, in a dream I've learned to live with everyone Mother, father, all my friends, have seen me have my day But now I find that there's no need in trying to run, though it's been fun Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream Gerrard
Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked On long blue ribbons That he may see while he sleeps Monsieur Old Neddy, he wears spectacles in bed That he may see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be They think it should be done with reality I scream from a skull. Fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Time they call the universal healer
but you're back every three days Settling all around me A feather duster's no substitute for the real thing And the dust you left behind is settling still With you dawn never tasted so good Swept up like debris on a saturday night Did we ever have fun? The dust, the gentle legacy you left behind Is falling softly on my mind Dust, the timeless memory of you, i love you I do for all the little things you do and i guess i always will The dust settles again to remind me still Of memories i've cherished so long Hold me close to your side cause my love won't decay anymore Memories of hope of those long summer days And the dust you left behind is settling still With you dawn never tasted so good Swept up like debris on a saturday night Did we ever have fun? The dust, the gentle legacy you left behind Is falling softly on my mind Dust, the timeless memory of you, i love you I do for all the little things you do and i guess i always will The dust settles again to remind me still Of memories i've cherished so long Feeling your body stretched so long, what was it went to wrong, That our love, our love it was gone but our friendship going strong Feeling your body stretched so long, what was it went to wrong, That our love, our love it was gone but our friendship going strong |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Found someone who can comfort me
But there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane But I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good When everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling bad So I got something to show *Staring at empty pages Centered 'round the same old fire Staring at empty pages Burning along the edges Often lost and forgotten The weakness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard But I got something to show *Repeat |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sitting all alone by the fireside
Listen to the wind in the chimney top Haven't slept for days, and I'm still wide eyed Try not to think, but my mind won't stop Evening shadows making my heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody's looking for something in life Not everyone's finds what they're looking for Everybody wants a little happiness in life But everyone can open the door Morning wakens, making my heart sing out Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? I think it's only fair Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky Together we will go and see what waits for us A backdoor to the universe that opens doors |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
I don't know how long I can take it
There's times when I don't think I can make it through, baby Don't know what you and me are gonna do, baby. Hey, baby You know it's time to face up to what is wrong I lie awake at night, I can't sleep while you're lying there This feeling worries me, I can see it's going nowhere Oh baby, now I just work all day trying to earn my pay Oh, is it worth it now to sweat all day and see it slip away Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Now then I've been thinking' about it You say that it's okay - it'll be all right, baby. Hey, baby But that's fine when all you do is party every night, baby You say my clothes are soiled and my hands ain't clean But I'm working overtime checking' every wheel is locked in tight On that production line, baby, running at the speed of light Oh, have mercy now, when you look that way and you start to play Then oh, I'm burning up. I tell you one more day, I'm gonna fade away It's the same old way, baby, it's the same old way now It's the same way, it's just the same old way, hangs me up all day |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
I can't afford to take a rest, I'm heading out towards the sun
And find the place where I once saw a new life starting It's not so far to get there, it's waiting up around the bend Don't know if I'll be back again Through the night I'm flying, moving like a raven To the night unfolding I call your name To the night I whisper, to the night I pray Through the night I'm racing Far from home I've always tried to do my best, I never cheated anyone Not like the place where they once turned the wine into water Running from all pretensions, nothing blocking up my view No more feeling black and blue 'Cause tonight I'm not a lonely man, yes tonight, oh tonight Keep holding on to false directions, they'll never set you free You got to stop the world and let it be, then maybe you will see |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
On a brave new morning, smiling at the sky
Every shadow of the past whispers goodbye There is hope, if you can see I give it all to you, you give it all to me Every winter has the sun within its heart And everything we think we knew we can forget Maybe far but not apart I know it's getting better and it will be better yet So fly Cause I know what you're feeling When it turns out that way And that emotion is healing And we can fly... Climbed a mountain, just to see the other side We start with nothing, cause there's nothing left to hide I believe in every new day I'll never be that man who threw it all away In the valley there's a river running through Wherever it may take me, I will follow you There's an answer to all the rain It's when I turn around and hear you say my name So fly... And we can fly... Oh what you're healing... Cause there is nothing but clouds in your way As we face the day... So the time has come but I will say a prayer As the day break, I know I will meet you there By the shoreline ever-changing I give my word to you, you gave your word to me So the morning has a song to feed my soul It was divided, but with you it feels whole There's a life only we know And there's a secret place where only we can go So fly... And we can fly... |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Keep on talking all you want
Well you don't waste a minute of time Who cares, who knows what's true Coffee and tears the whole night through Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Force of habit, you could say The way they talk you're talking away Who cares, who knows what's true Your wounded pride is burning you up Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill You're sounding good to me now Keep talking on I want to hear the worst You got no right going around Talking 'bout the things that you do Keep on talking all you want Well you don't waste a minute of time Who cares, who knows what's true Coffee and tears the whole night through Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill You're sounding good to me now Keep talking on I want to hear the worst You got no right going around Talking 'bout the things that you do Talking 'bout the things Force of habit, you could say The way they talk you're talking away Who cares, who knows what's true Your wounded pride is burning you up Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart
He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits He leaves you, he leaves you Freedom rider With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies Big man crying with defeat, see people gathering in the street You feel him, you feel him Freedom rider When lightning strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found Forever, forever Freedom rider Here it comes |
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from Billy Joel - My Lives [live] (2005)
I went searching for the truth
But in my innocence I found All the con men and their acrobats Who stomped me in the ground If I count up their percentages I know they're getting rich But they haven't taken everything Those paybacks are a bitch Though I've lost quite a lot I am still in control They can keep what they've got But they can't have my soul And if I don't have this all worked out Still I'm getting closer, getting closer I still have far to go no doubt But I'm getting closer, getting closer What was ripped off by professionals Is not all that it seems While I must live up to contracts I did not give up my dreams If I see it as experience It hasn't gone to waste Lately all the missing pieces Have been falling into place And if I could go back and start over somehow I would not change that much Knowing what I know now Thought there have been sins I will regret Still I'm getting close, getting closer I don't have all the answers yet But I'm getting closer, getting closer I'm a mark for every shyster From Topanga to Berlin And I should have learned to kick them out As soon as they crawled in So to every bank in Switzerland That stores my stolen youth I'm all right because despite the laws You cannot hide the truth And although you will say I am still too naive But I have not lost faith In the things I believe And if I don't have a this all worked out Still I'm getting closer, getting closer I still have far to go no doubt But I'm still getting closer, getting closer |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Graveyard people with graveyard minds
Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst straight lines Scorning the gypsies camped out in the fields What do they know of the warrior's shield? Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Follow shop stewards like so many sheep Sowing the seed that our children will reap Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Get it together, no one knows how we feel Sowing the seed that our children will reap |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
It's already written that today will be one to remember
The feeling's the same as being outside of the law Had to cry today Well I saw your sign and I missed you there I'm taking the chance to see the wind in your eyes while I listen You say you can't reach me but you want everyone to be free Had to cry toady Well I saw your sign and I missed you there It's already written that today will be one to remember The feeling's the same as being outside of the law Had to cry toady Well I saw your sign and I missed you there I'm taking the chance to see the wind in your eyes while I listen You say you can't reach me but you want everyone to be free Had to cry toady Well I saw your sign and I missed you there |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
Help me angel
Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights You've seen all the sights You've lived through all the nights You've got something I have to know 'Cause I've still got far to go Help me angel 'Cause it's so dark everywhere Help me angel Find the magic in the air - 간 주 중 - You've got what I have to find In the sunshine in your mind Help me angel Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
Help me angel
Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights You've seen all the sights You've lived through all the nights You've got something I have to know 'Cause I've still got far to go Help me angel 'Cause it's so dark everywhere Help me angel Find the magic in the air - 간 주 중 - You've got what I have to find In the sunshine in your mind Help me angel Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Turn around every way, looking back another day
The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bring ing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Higher Love
by Steve Winwood album: Back in the High Life (1986), Chronicles (1987) Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and it's real to me There must be someone who's feeling for me Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring be a higher love I could rise above on a higher love I will wait for it I'm not too late for it Until then, I'll sing my song To cheer the night along Bring it...Oh bring it... I could light the night up with my soul on fire I could make the sun shine from pure desire Let me feel that love come over me Let me feel how strong it could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
Higher Love
by Steve Winwood album: Back in the High Life (1986), Chronicles (1987) Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and it's real to me There must be someone who's feeling for me Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring be a higher love I could rise above on a higher love I will wait for it I'm not too late for it Until then, I'll sing my song To cheer the night along Bring it...Oh bring it... I could light the night up with my soul on fire I could make the sun shine from pure desire Let me feel that love come over me Let me feel how strong it could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Hold on to me when you're falling
When you're falling down to the ground Hold on to me when you feel like When you feel like you can't go on Don't be afraid I'll never refuse you Playing with a broken heart that's lame again Don't be ashamed to reach out and take my helping hand It's so easy to be, to be free, All you got to do is Hold on to me when you're falling Hold on to me when you're falling down Hold on to me when you're falling down to the ground. (Hold on to me when you're falling, hold on to me when you're falling) Reach out to me when you're crying When you're crying out in the rain Reach out to me when you feel like when you Feel like you can't stand the pain. Don't be ashamed to hold your head up Walking to this state of mind ain't' no big deal Don't be afraid to reach out and there's a friendly sky Take your clue. all you've got to do is Hold on to me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real Where 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness r eigned all year round Where music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass It stuck to my coat And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I looked to the sky
Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real Where 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness r eigned all year round Where music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass It stuck to my coat And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
What are we doing to this holy ground
This land that God gave to us all? 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound Trees make when they fall Why can't we understand when it turns to sand There's no way you can bring it back again? Why don't we change the plan, try to save this land And make a promise not to hurt again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground What are we doing to this sacred heart This heart that's beating for us all? Ooh 'Cause everywhere I see it torn apart Tears like rain will fall Why don't we take the time, take a look inside Try to understand what's going wrong? Stop trying to change the tide, overcome our pride Take off our shoes, this place we're standing on Is holy ground, is holy ground Is holy ground, is holy ground Get out of doing the things you do in the dark Keep the flame alive in your heart What are we doing to the children's lives The ones we shouldn't hurt at all? 'Cause in the night I hear their lonely cries So frail and small How can we just stand by, watch them fade and die Before they even reach the age of ten? Why don't we heal the pain, take away this shame Make a vow to give them back again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This oh, holy ground, holy ground Holy ground, holy Are you there? Holy ground, oh, oh no Holy ground, holy |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Seems that I had just to stay
The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never die and I Hope they never find me here I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said "Don't ask about the field where you once played Atomic Factories have replaced" and I Hope they never find me here The horse I ride has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry The car I drive has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying Meals I eat have changed into a concentrated vacuum The air has come to be as one Time to leave has just begun The world is waiting its a fact To stage the last and final act and Hope I never find me there There There.... |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
Hot desert wind
Burning sand But this land it is my land Wait by the well Rain don't come River's dry Pray for my son I'm just one, one more poor hungry man Yes, I'm just one more poor hungry man Sun in the sky Hurts my eye Mouth all dry May God help me Wait by the road Man don't come Rice all gone For thirty miles I'm just one, one more poor hungry man I'm just one, one more poor hungry man Yes, I'm just one more poor hungry man I'm just one, one more poor hungry man Shout at the truck Passing by No reply Dust in my mouth Somebody soon Find me here Drowning here In baby's tears Love in the world Hear me soon Save us all And save my child Birds in the skies Flying low Baby no His tears all dry |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
Black night down heavy on my weary brow
Light shining in the pouring rain Can see somehow cold comfort in the broken trees But I won't let it bring me to my knees I'm not flying, but I'm not drowning now Keep driving, don't matter if the highway's lost Keep running, never turn your head Count the cost ghost waiting where the roads all cross Big deal waiting when you get to meet the boss Clouds are breaking, I'm not drowning now Drowning now... Flying, but I'm not drowning now... Sad old man smiling with a shameful grin He thinks that we never can lose Never beat the dealer when he cuts the pack First back to front, then deal front to back Now I'm flying, I'm not drowning now... |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
We had the stars-they kept shining
Where they led us we followed Two for love-wandering I look back-here's what I see We were outside-there was Paris-it was raining And we felt everything In a crowded street in london-happiness And we were so alive And your soul was a wide and deep blue sea I would drown, and you'd rescue me And we lived our life like a story Clear to the ending It was happiness-so clear-happiness Happiness-no tears-happiness Can't keep time from its running Soon the best times are over Photographs-hold me And I see how good we were There was that day out in Carmel, California With no clothes in the sun In a crowded street in London-happiness And then it all goes by So I drink to the past and what still will be One day I'll be a memory But I lived my life like a story Too bad there's an ending |
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from A Tribute To Curtis Mayfield [tribute] (1994)
Say, it's all right, (it's all right)
Say, it's all right, (it's all right) It's all right, have a good time, 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right We're gonna move it slow when lights are low When you move it slow ? 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right Now listen to the beat and tap your feet You got soul, everybody knows That it's all right, whoa it's all right When you wake up early in the morning Feeling sad like so many of us do Have a little soul ? But surely someone's got to come to you Mmmmmm (It's all right) Say, it's all right, (it's all right) It's all right, have a good time, 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right Everybody clap your hands, give yourself a chance You got soul, everybody knows That it's all right, whoa it's all right One day I found me a woman and she loved and treated me nice When my ? from morning to the night Mmmmmm (It's all right) Say, it's all right, (it's all right) It's all right, have a good time, 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right Everybody clap your hands, give yourself a chance You got soul, everybody knows That it's all right, whoa it's all right |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
There were Three Men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn must die. They've plowed, They've sown, They've harrowed him in, Thrown clods upon his head. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, 'Til the rains from Heaven did fall. And little Sir John sprung up his head, And so amazed Them all. They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day, 'Til he looked both pale and wan. And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard, And so become a man. They've hired men with their scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him to the Heart. And the Loader, he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart. They've wheeled him around and around a field, 'Til They came unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord him skin from bone,. And the Miller, he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, Proved the strongest man at last. The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly to blow his horn. And the Tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Sometimes it's hard to express what you feel
While trying to say the things that are real I don't want to fight for fighting just brings pain Just want to hold you in my loving arms again Let me see the sunrise shining in your eyes Taste the winds and feel blue skies I've heard all I can tell all your troubles and strife Let me make something Let me make something in your life Sometimes I catch myself talking loud While others I get lost in a crowd Then all my thoughts is being scared and get lost Cause I paid for my freedom too high a cost Let me see the sunrise Let me see the sunrise I've been so lonely and I've been so blue Now without you, there's nothing I can do Why can't we try and make amends? We used to be good friends, why? I don't want to lose you We don't have to say goodbye. |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away
You're looking at me, I've got nothing to say Don't make me angry with the games that you play Either light up or leave me alone You walk in my room, you lie in my bed You open your mouth, shoot someone dead All of a sudden you're inside my head Either light up or leave me alone Spending my bread like it grew on a tree You're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees The skirt that you're wearing is way past your knees Either light up or leave me alone You're up all night preaching your mind Come home in the morning with your latest find I'm gonna have to lay it to you straight on the line Either light up or leave me alone |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn |
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from Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood - Live From Madison Square Garden (2009)
well she's walking through the clouds
그녀는 구름 속을 걷네요. with a circus mind that's running 'round. 거칠게 달리는 곡예 같은 마음으로. butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, 나비,얼룩말,달빛, 요정의 이야기, that's all she ever think about. 그것들은 전부 그녀가 생각해오던 것이죠. when i'm sad she comes to me 내가 슬플 때 그녀가 오네요. with a thousand smiles she gives to me free. 날 편안하게 하는 수천 가지의 미소를 띄고 said, "it's all right, 그녀는 말하죠, 괜찮아요. take anything you want,anything you want,anything.~ 당신이 원하는 모든걸 내게서 가져요. 내게서 모든걸 fly on, little wing 작은 날개로 날아올라요. herky -9th- 서상혁 |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Some people get lonely, while some people get blue
But nobody can tell you just what you should do Somebody is laughing while somebody is crying While one child is born, there's somebody dying You hold the key in the palm of your hand, my love And it seems to me There ain't no [special crime? sense in crying?] in heaven above There's something about you, I don't know what you got But you and me girl, we're gonna give it a shot Feel my luck's in, I feel like I'm flying I don't want to see nobody crying If you saw my love Then you'd know what I mean She's the only one That makes this world like a dream I think it's amazing just what you can do When somebody wants you, and their love is true Hot love is a fire, and you can get burned I once was [?], now my luck's turned Luck's In |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice
And I was too confused to see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens No one here has ever reached your centre Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought Or you may lose the meaning of your venture. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. |
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from Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen/ Remastered (2004)
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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from Traffic - Last Exit (2005)
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Take me away beyond the night
Take me away before the day Happens nowhere else but here Where can I go Except for the show? And sometime from now -and it won't be long I'm gonna stay in my home country And you see it, can you see it? Let me tell you' bout someone I knew Communicated but he didn't know how Telepathy Met a lady but he didn't know who Midland maniac Pouring out his soul to me He's a prisoner but he thinks he's free He has no one in the world to be Let me tell you 'bout a thing or two I sail the ocean just to get to you Telepathy I hear you calling but you can't get through Midland maniac Pouring out my soul to you I hope you get it and I know you do That is one thing I can do for you Take you away beyond the night Take you away before the day Happens nowhere else but here Where can I go- except for the show? And sometime from now-and it won't be long I'm gonna stay in my home country And you see it, can you see it? |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
I can't believe she's going
I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me, cold on one side Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cry myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you Can I cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me But I'll control my feelings I find And I'll find hope singing The way is so ^Long But I'm going to be strong Oh, what a turn around Soon, someday I'll be bound And I'll cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me - 간 주 중 - Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cr^Yy myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you my love Breathing your perfume chills me Dreams never lie Is it true, asking you My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
I can't believe she's going
I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me, cold on one side Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cry myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you Can I cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me But I'll control my feelings I find And I'll find hope singing The way is so ^Long But I'm going to be strong Oh, what a turn around Soon, someday I'll be bound And I'll cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me - 간 주 중 - Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cr^Yy myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you my love Breathing your perfume chills me Dreams never lie Is it true, asking you My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Out of the night burning with light
Train shining black, I won't look back, life is running Hoping some day someone will say I got it made Pull up the shade, let the sun in Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day Border patrol looking through me Towns without names all look the same, I hear crying Paris to Spain, countries in pain Caught up in flight, feeling the sight, Europe dying Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day Rolling on, hear the wheels singing, fever keep coming on so strong My ticket paid, trying to fade I hope I get there not just somewhere I was leaving Out in the dark all the wolves bark I fold my arms try to keep warm by believing Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day Hard rain following on, cold wheels moving on Everybody they're so alone down on the night train Hard rain following on, cold wheels moving on Everybody they're so alone down on the night train night train |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me Ruling my mind I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound The scenery is all the same to me Nothing has changed or faded I'm a part of it, some part of me Painted cool green, and shaded So, try to find myself must be the only way To feel free |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me Ruling my mind I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound The scenery is all the same to me Nothing has changed or faded I'm a part of it, some part of me Painted cool green, and shaded So, try to find myself must be the only way To feel free |
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