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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 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 - 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 - 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 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)
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 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 (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, 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, 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, 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 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 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 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)
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 - 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 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 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)
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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