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from Steve Winwood - Refugees Of The Heart (2003)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms of eternity Fighting the fish up from the deep Oh how I wish the lake would not sleep Following dreams into the blue There you will see, hidden from view Trees in the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity |
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from Traffic - Last Exit (2005)
Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms of eternity Fighting the fish up from the deep Oh how I wish the lake would not sleep Following dreams into the blue There you will see, hidden from view Trees in the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
We are not like all the rest
You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. If for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Well if for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. Who knows (who knows, who knows) what tomorrow may bring (repeat to fade) |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
We are not like all the rest
You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. If for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Well if for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. Who knows (who knows, who knows) what tomorrow may bring (repeat to fade) |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be Alone in a cold day dawning Are you still free can you be When some cold tomorrow finds you When some sad old dream reminds you How the endless road unwinds you While you see a chance take it Find romance fake it Because it's all on you Don't you know by now No one gives you anything Don't you wonder how you keep on moving One more day your way go your way When there's no one left to leave you Even you don't quite believe you That's when nothing can deceive you ( ) ( ) And that old grey wind is blowing And there's nothing left worth knowing And it's time you should be going ( ) While you see a chance take it Find romance While you see a chance take it Find romance |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be Alone in a cold day dawning Are you still free can you be When some cold tomorrow finds you When some sad old dream reminds you How the endless road unwinds you While you see a chance take it Find romance fake it Because it's all on you Don't you know by now No one gives you anything Don't you wonder how you keep on moving One more day your way go your way When there's no one left to leave you Even you don't quite believe you That's when nothing can deceive you ( ) ( ) And that old grey wind is blowing And there's nothing left worth knowing And it's time you should be going ( ) While you see a chance take it Find romance While you see a chance take it Find romance |
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from The Piano And The Song (2004)
Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be Alone in a cold day dawning Are you still free can you be When some cold tomorrow finds you When some sad old dream reminds you How the endless road unwinds you While you see a chance take it Find romance fake it Because it's all on you Don't you know by now No one gives you anything Don't you wonder how you keep on moving One more day your way go your way When there's no one left to leave you Even you don't quite believe you That's when nothing can deceive you ( ) ( ) And that old grey wind is blowing And there's nothing left worth knowing And it's time you should be going ( ) While you see a chance take it Find romance While you see a chance take it Find romance |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
You walk and talk and move around in circles
Your friends telling you you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered membranes of your mind If I could talk to you for just one minute Then you would know what it is I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why Your old man's headed for the final pay-off The joker that you got is fading too And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off Are gonna tear the flesh right off you The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys Trying, trying to compete And all at once the room begins to thunder And all that's left is the stain on the sheet The prostitute is standing on the corner Suffering so much pain to stay alive She's so real, that life itself bows down before her She couldn't make that nine to five While the president is crying, crying in the White House The prime minister's really got the blues All the heads of state are busy playing cat |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Well all right so I've been foolish
Well all right let people know 'Bout the dreams and wishes that you dream In the night when lights are low [Chorus] Well all right, Well all right You know we'll live and love with all our might Well all right, Well all right You know our lifetime love will be all right Well all right so I'm not working Well all right let people say That those foolish kids can't be ready For the love that comes their way [Chorus] Well all right so I've been foolish Well all right let people know 'Bout the dreams and wishes that you dream In the night when lights are low [Chorus] |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
When waves crash by my sleepy pillow
I'm dreaming love will surely follow See weeping shadows on my balcony But there's more than I can see [Chorus] We're all looking Sometimes we find We're all waiting To see a sign But we're searching Deep in our own minds We're all looking Sometimes we're blind When life is much too beautiful to bear I still feel pain of it in there And as I walk across the endless sky There's nothing good about goodbye And everything that brings me down to earth Is just another day to pray To while the day and wonder what it's worth There's nothing left that we can say [Chorus] |
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from Steve Winwood - About Time (2003)
There's a place that I know from this feeling
It keeps on getting better now Making love, seeing faces in the clouds Hear what they will tell me now Out beyond the blue horizon And in the wake of falling stars New day dawns giving rise to reasons why It is that I am walking on High above looking down on me So alive and it's flowing free Through my veins in eternity as I walk Open handed open-hearted lazy Thoughts of nothing serious Just a day in a life with another chance To see what yet has to be seen Placing one foot in front of the other Feel the breeze flow through your body now Angel on my shoulder's telling me Keep on walking and believe High above looking down on me So alive and it's flowing free Through my veins in eternity as I walk Walkin', walkin', walkin', walkin' High above looking down on me So alive and it's flowing free Through my veins in eternity as I walk Walkin', keep on walkin, keep on Keep on walkin' keep on Keep on walkin', keep on walkin' Walkin', keep on walkin', walkin' Keep on walkin', walkin', walkin', walkin' on, walkin' on Walkin', walkin', walkin' on, walkin' on |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Tell me how you want me to be, then look again and you will see
That I'm still the same love Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love You can learn how to play Born like you were in a terrible mess, didn't know what it was to have a new dress You just wanted to scream out my name Till somebody said, 'Let me take you to bed' And with money and lies they filled up your head You were barely thirteen, a child from the villages So fresh on the scene |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
The story goes, the truth is no one knows
A stranger came, a man who lost his name At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail The took him in, he let them win Over and over He said if you don't have good words to say Don't wake me up until the Judgment Day 'Cause if nothing is the way it seems Then this life is just a haunted dream And all this love is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows The darkness grows, that's how it goes Over and over He said I think of the beauty I've had And all it does is make me feel so bad First they make you think you're riding high Then they toss you off in the sky And all this life is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well Say a prayer for the stranger Listen to the stranger Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
The story goes, the truth is no one knows
A stranger came, a man who lost his name At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail The took him in, he let them win Over and over He said if you don't have good words to say Don't wake me up until the Judgment Day 'Cause if nothing is the way it seems Then this life is just a haunted dream And all this love is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows The darkness grows, that's how it goes Over and over He said I think of the beauty I've had And all it does is make me feel so bad First they make you think you're riding high Then they toss you off in the sky And all this life is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well Say a prayer for the stranger Listen to the stranger Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
So wild standing there
With her hands in her hair I can't help remember Just where she touched me There's still no face Here in her place So cool she was like jazz On a summer's day Music high and sweet Then she just blew away Now she can't be that warm With the wind in her arms Valerie call on me Call on me Valerie come and see me I'm the same boy I used to be Love songs fill the night But they don't tell it all Not how lovers cry out Just like they're dying Her cries hang there in time somewhere [Repeat: x3] Someday some good wind May blow her back to me Some night I may hear her Like she used to be No it can't be that warm With the wind in her arms |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
So wild standing there
With her hands in her hair I can't help remember Just where she touched me There's still no face Here in her place So cool she was like jazz On a summer's day Music high and sweet Then she just blew away Now she can't be that warm With the wind in her arms Valerie call on me Call on me Valerie come and see me I'm the same boy I used to be Love songs fill the night But they don't tell it all Not how lovers cry out Just like they're dying Her cries hang there in time somewhere [Repeat: x3] Someday some good wind May blow her back to me Some night I may hear her Like she used to be No it can't be that warm With the wind in her arms |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years
And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going My dearest friend till we meet again The dead are weeping for the dead |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going My dearest friend till we meet again O-ku Nsu-kun No-ko The dead are weeping for the dead |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand about Lewis's Alice? We fit all our lives into regular patterns All that we really know is that we're really living "The man who makes the world - his wisdom seeks to know his mind. And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not talk, And have a friend to find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet. The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind. Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet." You've nothing to hide, so why try to hide it? I know there are some, but they're screwed up inside If you need a reason for all this I'm singing It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Every day there's something new that's going around
Crazy people getting all dressed up to paint the town Business men they shake their heads and then they frown Everybody tries so hard to put them down It seems to me that maybe they got something going And if you don't make an effort, then you got no way to know Time is running out Woman, can you hear me clear? I hope that you can Before you go to sleep at night Take care of your man And if you want a love that will always be around forever Then you finally get it, ah, but you ain't gonna have it together Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Johnny drives a Thunderbird, he's in a big rage Always being criticized for being his age In his nose a safety pin and life's a razor blade He's so sick of everything that's been made It seems to me that maybe he's got bad frustration And all we can do is try and give the right information Oh, 'cause time is running out Population on the move So don't you delay Get yourself right in the groove 'N' hear what I say It's no good being lazy You've got to get up on your feet and shout 'Cause it'll make you crazy When you realise you've been left out Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out In the future there's no room People standing on your toes Mother nature's on the run Everybody's got a gun Soldiers walking in the street Giving off a lot of heat There just ain't enough to eat If you're poor, you've got no meat Advertising in the sky They like to stick it in your eye So mad it will make you cry All the things that you don't need Trouble in the family (Said, separation and the [sea?]) There is no more unity (Remind me what it used to be) Complications everywhere (It seems to me it has to be) [?] people stare (You know it's true and) Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Television in my home (People watching every day) Someone's talking on the phone (I can't hear a word I say) There's no time to be alone (There's no time to get away) Wonder why your mind is blown (Nervous breakdown every day) Take me where the air is clean To the country, fresh and green I just cannot stand this pace Sorry, but there's no such place Time is running out, running out (Repeat and fade) |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
There's a river pouring
From a pure and a crystal stream And it carries my heart along Carries me all my life And I know it will bring me home There's a choir singing With a force that can light the sky I will join with a voice deep inside Anthems for joys gone by And for joys I am sure will come Golden treasure in the evening sky It's good to be alive Golden measure, hear the music cry When my heart sings Of golden things There's a dove ascending Like my thoughts in the summer sky And she carries my soul along Clear to eternity And I know I am not alone |
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| from Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood - Live From Madison Square Garden (2009) | |||||
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from Steve Winwood - Roll With It (2003)
You meet every kind of person moving toward the morning side
You see the good and the bad, the eyes are sad You play every midnight gambler before you see the light On the morning side, the morning side You feel every heat and passion moving towards the morning side To earn one more second chance, you learn the dance When you finally climb the mountain, you see the other side It's the morning side, the morning side Now my life has changed and now my eyes can see Now I'm living on the morning side Now I'm letting all the sunlight into me Now I'm free And I know I'll never pass that way again That dark journey to the morning side On the morning side I feel my life begin Let's begin |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
While there is time
Let's go out and feel everything If you hold me I will let you into my dream For time is a river rolling into nowhere We must live while we can And we'll drink our cup of laughter The finer things keep shining through The way my soul gets lost in you The finer things I feel in m The golden dance life could be Oh, I've been sad And h^Aave walked bitter streets alone And come morning There's a good wind to blow me home So time is a river rolling into nowhere I will live while I can I will have my ever after The finer things keep shining through The way my soul gets lost in you The finer things I feel in me The golden dance life could be We go so fast, why don't we make it last Life is glowing inside you and me Please take my hand, here where I stand Won't you come out and dance with me Come see, with me, come see And lovers try 'Til they get the best of the night And come morning They are tangled up in the light So time be a river rolling into nowhere They love while they can And they think about the night so sweet The finer things keep shining through The way my soul gets lost in you The finer things I feel in me The golden dance life could be |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
High above the heat of a summer New York street
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone He's a preacher and a teacher And he stands up all alone Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park A poet in his madness tries to find another line And he's losing and he's using And he says he's doing fine And they look from such a height That somehow it's all right They're talking back to the night It's all that they can do Talking back to the night It's how they make it through If you listen you can hear them Their voices draw you near them They're talking back to the night for you Something seems to take every dime the man can make His dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn And he's trying hard to make it And he's trying not to burn Woman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds She takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed She gives him all she has to And it's no more than he needs |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
High above the heat of a summer New York street
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone He's a preacher and a teacher And he stands up all alone Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park A poet in his madness tries to find another line And he's losing and he's using And he says he's doing fine And they look from such a height That somehow it's all right They're talking back to the night It's all that they can do Talking back to the night It's how they make it through If you listen you can hear them Their voices draw you near them They're talking back to the night for you Something seems to take every dime the man can make His dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn And he's trying hard to make it And he's trying not to burn Woman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds She takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed She gives him all she has to And it's no more than he needs |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Raise the window on another day
Take it as it comes Just an actor waiting for a new play Take it as it comes Ask me to dance, I will dance for you Ask me to sing, see what I do If you feel sad, I'll make jokes for you I'm a handyman, I'm still coming through If you suffer from a broken heart Take it as it comes If your lover tears your world all apart Got to take it as it comes I've played a king and a down and out fool Some like it hot, and some like it cool Do what they want, but don't be their tool Savor the throne, but don't mind the stool Carry on, carry on, carry on... If they go too far, that's the way things are Though it may hurt some, take it as it comes We're all skating on the thinnest of ice Got to take it as it comes In a world that is not so very nice Got to take it as it comes And day now the curtain may fall All the plays end, there's no curtain call If you live sad, or it you walk tall We're written on wind that's a lot to haul Carry on, carry on, carry on... If they go too far, that's the way things are Though your mind gets numb, take it as it comes |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too
Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well Blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger He's but a stranger to himself Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul |
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from Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night (2004)
Here's to gamblers
Who hold to the game Through the hard times They don't lose their aim And they hope for time on their side And they keep a ticket to ride They keep watching for signs in the land They keep watching for signs in the land And they stand there watching the sky And they stand there ready to fly Here's to never letting go Though sometimes it does get lonely I still walk out in the morning light Just to see what is there I hear music in silent nights Searching I find a reason to care One heart moving still the same Still in the game Here's to lovers who reach for it all Never matching the rise with the fall And they just can't leave it alone And they want it all till it's gone Here's to players who can't leave their song And it haunts them Their night is so long 'Cause there's music there in their mind From a world they're trying to find Here's to never letting go Though sometimes it does get lonely |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
Sometimes your life can be sidetracked
Getting lost in things you don't need But we all lose direction In a world of greed People's lives end in ruin Some people's lives never start Someone knows what you're doing Deep in your heart In the hour of need you stood ready Looked danger right in the face Your heart is moved by the spirit When you're living, living in a state of grace There's a world never ending Sorrow and pain don't exist We can live there together You can't resist 'Cause when you think you can't take it Dreams disappear into space Trust in your heart, you can make it When you're living, living in a state of grace Nothing worse than sorrow Of loved ones you have lost You can't face tomorrow You can't bear the cross Just remember that darkness In this world has no place You've got so much to give now You're living In the hour of need you stood ready Looked danger right in the face Your heart is moved by the spirit When you're living, living in a state of grace In the hour of need you stood ready Looked danger right in the face Your heart is moved [Incomprehensible] spirit When you're living, living in a state of grace Living, state of grace Oh, oh, state of grace Baby, when you are living [Incomprehensible] Hey, hey, living Living, living, oh, oh, yeah, oh [Incomprehensible], hey Living in a state of grace |
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from Steve Winwood - Junction 7 (2003)
There was a time, you had it made
Everything was going your way So many guys hanging on a string You just wanted to play Like a spy in the house of love Searching for a clue in the dark Spy in the house of love Someone put a spell on your heart Spy in the house of love Searching for a clue in the dark Spy in the house of love Someone's got a hold of your heart Spy, baby, in the house of love Spy, baby, in the house of love Out on the street, you were the queen Playing games with jokers and fools Then out of the night there comes the king Now he's changing the rules |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Sometimes I think he knows too much
His confidence never needs a crutch One man is a real one, the other wants to hide One man has his mind made up, the other can't decide By the time there's nothing left to choose One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse Sometimes I think I know too much 'Bout what goes on in the real world and such Half of me is certain, the other isn't sure One half has the symptom, the other has the cure By the time there's nothing left to choose One half has the answer, the other looks for clues It's a fine line, a very fine line Split decision It's a fine line, a very fine line Sometimes I think we've come too far If we're lost and if not where we are Half of us is easy, the other half is hard Even though we do our best, we end up being scarred By the time there's nothin' left to choose One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line Split decision It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line A very fine line Sometimes I think I know too much When confidence never needs a crutch One man is a real one, the other wants to hide One man has his mind made u while the other can't decide By the time there's nothing left to choose One of us sees red, while the other sings the blues It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line Split decision It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line A very fine line |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me
It's so good, once it starts I'll never let go I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer Under my feet, making the world go 'round, I can't come down You can't hold me when I get to feeling this way It's all over, I'm inside that music that's playing It takes me out across the wall It makes my life a carnival I go out on the street and take my chances Don't even have to ask, I know the answers |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me
It's so good, once it starts I'll never let go I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer Under my feet, making the world go 'round, I can't come down You can't hold me when I get to feeling this way It's all over, I'm inside that music that's playing It takes me out across the wall It makes my life a carnival I go out on the street and take my chances Don't even have to ask, I know the answers |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through
I believed you when you said we should both try something new I was drowning inside here with a love that was so true But you laughed right in my face and there was nothing I could do Once I took a walk across the hill to see what I could see I saw a light falling from the sky and land beneath a tree The light it gave was oh, so bright that it took away my care I ran back to the house to tell you but you were not there When you've loved someone dearly it's so hard not to regret Memories that have faded, suddenly you can't forget I know I was not dreaming when you walked right out the door Just a feeling that told me my love was gone for evermore When you think you've found the key, the door just slips away And so you walk the floor all night until the break of day Somewhere in your mind you know that things will be alright Because everything in life is equal just like the day and night You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through I believed you when you said that we should both try something new Something new |
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from Steve Winwood - Junction 7 (2003)
I've tried to live my life alone
Independence, freedom was my own But there was a loneliness I could not ignore I knew deep down I needed more In my life I needed a feeling Of a love to come over me I felt the truth and so I prayed for Someone like you to hold my hand Someone like you to understand Someone like you to stand by me All my life, yeah, all my life - someone like you I remember laying eyes on you After we spoke deep inside I knew I can feel the happiness your soul brings to me Your presence makes my world complete And I know you know what I'm feeling There's a love coming over me And it's true, what I've waited for, your sweet and precious love I felt there was an emptiness I didn't know what was missing I didn't know how to quench it You are the answer to all my prayers you are the one that I needed You are the one I believe in Oh, I believe in |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
Heats the message that you send
One look at you, I'm burning up inside You know that I'd give up anything I can't get enough when you get next to me Oh you, hey, some kinda woman You some kinda woman You cut a notch every time a heart is breaking One time and then you, oh, never let 'em off Once you've fixed your sightsv Oh, I want you, I want to tie you to me Oh, don't hesitate, you got the touch to set me free I'm like a kid standing outside your door You make me feel like never before I feel the heat rising up in my soul I'm burning out of control Oh, break down this heat 'cause what you're doing just makes me weak The way you stand there in your clothes, giving me a look like Edward G. And then you start to shake the place And then you lock on tight to the groove Oh, I want to get it on, looking for the chance to make a move Look into my heart for what you want Saying that you will and then you won't Look into my heart for what you want Saying that you do and then you don't |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Sundown coming down too soon, no time to be alone
So I'll take a glass of memories and understand the blues Oh they're the last thing you lose Slowdown sundown, all I really need is time For faded love songs and feelings in the wine Let them take me down the line Sunrise, a woman's eyes, good loving one warm afternoon Here's to all the strong ones who don't care if they win The kind I'll never see again Slowdown, give me just a little while It's not the darkness, it's just the night's so long Puts the sadness in the song Here's to someday when someone understands it Why life keeps turning like a mad thing Until that someday I'll just play what I have to play though I play it alone Slowdown sundown, all I really need is time For faded love songs and feelings in the wine Let them take me down the line |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Steve Winwood - Roll With It (2003)
Baby's eyes - feel them looking at me
Realize what I would have her see Realize how dark this world can be That's why I better keep shining, shining, keep shining right down the line Love's a light - it keeps leading us on When it's right, it'll shine till we're gone keep it bright out there in the unknown You know we better keep shining, shining, keep shining right down the line Here's my shining song, I hope you can see it Here's my shining song, from the heart Here's my shining song, and I know you need it If we keep shining on, we'll never shine alone Love the night, 'cause that's when I hold you Feel the might of all the things we do Oh, the sight when we're both coming through I love you 'cause you keep shining, shining Keep shining right down the line So shine - just show the world how bright the world can be Let it shine - so every heart can see Shining star - lead us on through our lives You're so far, but your light still arrives Shining star, shine for all who still cry It helps to know you're still shining, shining You're shining right down the line |
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from Traffic - Last Exit (2005)
In a Shanghai Noodle Factory
Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing People there were made of steel Tiny cogs in one big wheel Turning never learning Had to make a break And soon I had to wake up feeling stronger, feeling stronger In my island of dreams, with impossible schemes - 간 주 중 - In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing People there were made of cans Packed like roosters in a pen Crowing, never knowing Had to make a break I knew I couldn't fake it any longer Everything just aches Soon I'd have to wake up feeling stronger, feeling stronger In my island of dreams, with impossible schemes - 간 주 중 - In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing - 간 주 중 - Had to make a break I knew I couldn't fake it any longer Everything just aches Soon I'd have to wake up feeling stronger, feeling stronger In my island of dreams, with impossible schemes |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
It's hot down on the borderline,
Running guns, he's just killing time He keeps his back against the wall Never trust your friends in crime He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan You can't read his mind He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man You drink Mojitos with the boys Smile as if you know what they know You show them all your pretty toys Make a deal, don't make a show He's the ace of spies with a golden hand You can't read his eyes Cause he's a secret man He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan Can't read his mind at all He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man Tell you no secrets, I tell you no lies... |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Go down babe a slot machine to take my dime
Cunning diversion to pass the time Flash in the pan a weekend trip in any town She'll light the fuse and watch you drown From a cut-price lady to second-hand woman You're society's slave babe you're an ugly rumor Go down babe a slot machine to take my dime Cunning diversion to pass the time I wanted to say please don't go away today Tomorrow's okay |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I'm feeling close to where the race is run Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Once the door swings open into space and I'm already waiting in disguise Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Having trouble coming through, through this concrete, blocks my view And it's all because of you Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy |
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from Steve Winwood - Refugees Of The Heart (2003)
All over the night, the beat goes on
Can you hear? Can you feel? Through the years music keeps runnin' Keeps runnin' on, on and on And I'll always be feeling it and I won't slow down Just as long as those wheels go round I'll be riding that fast train to Memphis on that sweet R and B Till that green grass way down home grows up over me Somewhere in this world a child is born He can hear, he can feel Just like me, he'll keep runnin' on Keep it runnin' on, on and on And I'll always be feeling it and he won't slow down Just as long as those wheels go round He'll be riding that fast train to Memphis on that sweet R and B When that green grass way down home grows up over me Over me |
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from Steve Winwood - Roll With It (2003)
When life is too much, roll with it, baby
Don't stop and lose your touch, oh no, baby Hard times knocking on your door, I'll tell them you ain't there no more Get on through it, roll with it, baby Luck'll come and then slip away, you've gotta move, bring it back to stay You just roll with it, baby, come on and just roll with it, baby You and me, roll with it, baby, hang on and just roll with it, baby The way that you love is good as money I swear by stars above, sweet as honey People think you're down and out, you show them what it's all about You can make it, roll with it, baby When this world turns its back on you, hang in and do that sweet thing you do You just roll with it, baby, you just roll with it, baby Come on and just roll with it, baby, you and me, just roll with it, baby Now there'll be a day you'll get there, baby, you'll hear the music play, you'll dance, baby You'll leave bad times way behind, nothing but good times on your mind You can do it, roll with it, baby Then you'll see life will be so nice, it's just a step up to paradise You just roll with it, baby, you just roll with it, baby You and me, just roll with it, baby, Come on and just roll with it, baby |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
'Til I find out, where will I go, where will I go
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where The space is between my eyes Open up the heavenly skies Death awaits with pearly gates Those who've been mesmerized Many years has come and gone Went to see a standing stone Some in circles, some alone Ancient, worn and weather torn They chill me to the very bone Many of these can be seen In quiet places, fields of green Of hedgerow lanes with countless names But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones [Chorus:] Space age before my eyes Opening up the skies Devil waits at the pearly gates For those wh have been mesmerized Many a years has come and gone But progress marches slowly on In nature's paint, she hides the stain Cause everybody is going insane The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones Roll right stones (7X) [Chorus] 'Til I find out, where will I go, where will I go I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where The space is between my eyes Open up the heavenly skies Death awaits with pearly gates Those who've been mesmerized Many years has come and gone Went to see an ancient mound People buried underground Long ago, will never know What it was like to hear their sounds Black crow, I know you've been here You've see the sights of yesteryear You steal the grain of the conquered plain But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones [Chorus x2] |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
Don't be afraid love when the storm comes
We're gonna make it through on our own Don't you, don't you ever let go of my love Think about it, if you believe then it will be We'll be riding high and we won't look down See our spirits flying to that higher ground Over and over oh, the storm raged I held you in my arms to keep you warm No, you, no, you never let go of my love Through the darkness you were the light that shone on me Every step I took through everything I've done When the lightning struck you were the only one |
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from Steve Winwood - Junction 7 (2003)
In my life there was emptiness
Where I was going I couldn't guess Then one day into my life you came And from then on nothing seemed the same You gave me strength when I thought I could be wrong Hey now I know right here is where I belong - with your Real love to hold on to Real love to pull me through And I know with all my heart Here I'm gonna stay Here I'll always stay inside your real love You make things right with no uncertainty I know this kind of love will always be realized And I'm now quite sure that Real love is what we all are looking for Now I'm ready to be just what you want me to With you right her to guide me through - I need you Just to have a soul mate To make things right when all senses fail True love is a hard found thing Now I feel it and I need it always |
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from Balto (발토) by James Horner [ost] (1995)
Deep in the night
The winds blow cold And in a heartbeat The fear takes hold Deep in the storm There's a place that's soft and still Where the road waits to be taken If you only will The voices inside you Can lead your soul astray Believe in what you dream Don't turn away Don't you turn away Reach for the light You might touch the sky Stand on the mountaintop And see yourself flying Reach for the light To capture a star Come out of the darkness And find out who you are Somewhere in time The truth shines through And the spirit knows What it has to do Somewhere in you There's a power with no name It can rise to meet the moment And burn like a flame And you can be stronger Than anything you know Hold on to what you see Don't let it go Don't you let it go Now, there's no turning back When your destiny is calling Listen to the thunder roll And let your heart break free Reach for the light |
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from Balto (발토) by James Horner [ost] (1995)
Deep in the night
The winds blow cold And in a heartbeat The fear takes hold Deep in the storm There's a place that's soft and still Where the road waits to be taken If you only will The voices inside you Can lead your soul astray Believe in what you dream Don't turn away Don't you turn away Reach for the light You might touch the sky Stand on the mountaintop And see yourself flying Reach for the light To capture a star Come out of the darkness And find out who you are Somewhere in time The truth shines through And the spirit knows What it has to do Somewhere in you There's a power with no name It can rise to meet the moment And burn like a flame And you can be stronger Than anything you know Hold on to what you see Don't let it go Don't you let it go Now, there's no turning back When your destiny is calling Listen to the thunder roll And let your heart break free Reach for the light |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
Heaven is calling, waking me from my sleep
Cross the ocean for the ghost of a chance to be free Over the rainbow, follow the rolling sea Find an answer to the dream of the man I can be [Chorus] Set my sail by a star Into the world of raging sea, left my home Oh goodbye my love, your tears break my heart But we'll meet again on a new horizon In a paradise for you and for me Summer is coming, warm the winter skies Yellow sun to dry the rain that's clouding my eyes Over the ocean, chasing lonely moon Heaven knows if my true fate will come find me soon Storm all around us, blacken the icy sea Save my soul if my good angel's there waiting for me Hurricane rising, thank the god I know Feel my destiny to find my own El Dorado [Chorus] Looking for new worlds, haunting me in my sleep Lost one good friend to the sword and one more to the deep Over the sunrise, blood on flaming sea Crossed the ocean for the ghost of a chance to be free |
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from Steve Winwood - Roll With It (2003)
So much going on out there
Leaves us hanging in the air And it's all that we can do To face each day and see it through Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance You can't shut your eyes to pain Faces crying in the rain You can't keep it all inside You need some way to let it ride Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance When you're all over When you know you've done all that you can do Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through Voices shouting in the street Life lived to a ragged beat Someone's world is tumbling down Who's the saint and who's the clown? Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance When you're all over When you know you've done all that you can do Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through When time is flying When you know there's no end to these modern blues Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance When you're all over When you know you've done all that you can do Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through When time is flying When you know there's no end to these modern blues Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through Keep on dancing Keep on dancing Keep on dancing |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
I have finally found a way to live just like I never could before
I know that I don't have much to give, but I can open any door Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I have finally found a way to live in the colour of the Lord I have finally found a place to live just like I never could before And I know I don't have much to give, but soon I'll open any door Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score I have finally found a place to live, oh, in the presence of the Lord In the presence of the Lord I have finally found a way to live, just like I never could before And I know I don't have much to give, but I can open any door Everybody knows the secret, I said everybody knows the score I have finally found a way to live in the colour of the Lord In the colour of the Lord |
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from Steve Winwood - Junction 7 (2003)
Oh baby I had to think things through
I never needed love when I was all by myself Now comes the time I know it's gotta be you Oh baby, now I need your help Ooh come on now baby I wanna give some special time to you now Cos ooh, when you touch me Got a feelin' I can't hide Now I know all I need is you You're my reason for stayin' alive I know that it's real, I feel it inside Come on now, let's not wait Gimme plenty lovin', Gimme plenty lovin' Gimme plenty lovin', every day, every night, come on, baby Oh baby, you know we'll be apart We gotta make up on love till I'll be with you again Thinking of you, the feeling in my heart let's start doin' what we do till thenp |
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from Steve Winwood - About Time (2003)
See you on the avenue
And I know you're gonna be Hearing secret harmonies, yeah, yeah It's a very fine line, a trembling leaf ‘Tween the heaven here on earth And mystery you've witnessed in your own dreams As the stars shine with magic illusion And the sirens sing up from the streets Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising Hear the beat, feel the heat Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising Blue is what you make it, babe No one else can make you cry While seasons mark your proud beliefs, yeah And the passion fills your eyes with sodium light And the secrets that you hold within you Should be mine and mine alone now, yeah Well, it's love not illusion, that's what I want And the music that flows from the streets at night Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising Hear the beat, feel the heat Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising Take the rhythm now For it rolls on all through the town Close your eyes, take your prize Just as I stumble through the heat and I remember As I wander through the streets, I remember ancient beats Though the sidewalk burns my feet, I surrender As the stars shine with magic illusion And the sirens sing up from the street Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising Hear the beat, feel the heat Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising, Phoenix rising Take the rhythm now For it rolls on all through the town Close your eyes, take your prize Find your space, take your place, yeah |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again its nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn! When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun Dont be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
There'll be times at sunrise when my heart speaks your name
For you left with no warning but there's no one left to blame All those days full of golden sun when you walked by my side And everything that you gave to me can never be denied [Chorus] And sometimes the other shore is so far away And that darker river's edge is too far away And across the waterline is far away On a new tomorrow cooling breeze shows a star There can be so much sorrow, when you've traveled from afar But there's nothing that can harm you when the night's closing in In the bright lit heavens above us, you know we'll meet there again [Chorus] In the rush of our breathing there is always passing time There is always somebody leaving, someone's always left behind But something endures in the morning's blue light, I have you and you have me And it'll be alright when the skies all clear, 'cause we're all born to be free The other shore is so far way And that darker river's edge is too far away And across the waterline it's so far away And sometimes the other shore is so far away And across the river's edge is far away |
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from Steve Winwood - Roll With It (2003)
In the sky, light is coming, so glad we all have this day
We all want one more morning just to know the night won't stay Lift my eyes to the dawning to see the life start again Just to see one more morning, just to feel it all begin Just to have this day and life starting all over, for all it may bring A blessing on everything and one more song I can sing One more day, one more memory, one more link in the chain We all want one more morning just to feel it all again Just to have this day and life starting all over, for all it may bring A blessing on everything and one more song I can sing In the arms we were born in, in the arms that will take us home We all want one more morning, then we'll take the night to come |
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from Steve Winwood - Refugees Of The Heart (2003)
Every time I see you, girl, it makes me feel so sad
Knowing you've been seeing some other guy that treats you bad Did you know I'm burning deep inside for you? Just give me the chance now and we can see it through If you'll be my woman, I'll be your one and only man Gonna take you with me far away from hearts of stone We'll live in the country and raise some children of our own I will be your lover, I will be your friend I'll give you my loving, on that you can depend If you'll be my woman, I'll be your one and only man And there'll be no more crying, I'll make your dreams come true You know I'll never turn my back on you Take you to the city, girl, we're gonna buy some clothes Dress you up so pretty and then we'll take in all the shows Find a place that's jumping, where the music's tight And we'll keep on dancing 'til the morning light If you'll be my woman, I'll be your one and only man, oh yeah If you'll be my woman, I'll be your man Know I'm gonna give you everything I can If you'll be my woman, I'll be your man, There'll be no more running, gonna make a stand |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
Locked out of Eden for failing the test
They just can't live like all of the rest Speakin' in tongues without any rhyme Ragged outcasts on the wastelands of time Easy rider coming down the road Easy rider overload Looking for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace But nowhere is their freedom Nowhere is their freedom Red flames of fire reflect in her eye Masked by the smoke that's floatin' on high Seizin' the road, reaches the sky Like a falcon, she just wants to fly Dark clouds gather on the edge of the mist Hear her laughter and she's gone Lookin' for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace Nowhere is their freedom Nowhere is their freedom There's always one more mountain to climb But we are all lost, travelers in time Long way from home You always fear what you don't understand Choosing to live in Disneyland They polish the children, polish the grass Definitely in a different class All is magic on a mushroom ride It's so tragic when you realize Looking for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace Nowhere is their freedom Nowhere is their freedom, no Nowhere is their freedom Nowhere, no Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere No no no Oh nowhere no nowhere |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
As time begins to burn itself upon me
And the days are growing very short People try their hardest to reject me But in a way, their conscience won't be caught Something's happened to me day by day My pebble on the beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live So often I have seen that big wheel of fortune Spinning for the man who holds the ace There's many that would change their places for him But none of them have ever seen his lonely face Something is happening to me day by day My pebble on the beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live |
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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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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 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 - 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 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 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 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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