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from Traffic - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Reflected in the water is a face that you don't know And isn't it surprising when you find out it's your own And so you try to find out whether it is friend or foe And what it is it wants from you, and what it wants to know Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Well, you're wrapped up in your little world and no one can get in You sit and think of everything, then you wonder where you've been Put the blame on someone that you've hardly ever known And then you realize too late the blame was all your own Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen/ Remastered (2004)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from 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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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)
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, 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 |
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from Traffic - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sitting all alone by the fireside
Listen to the wind in the chimney top Haven't slept for days, and I'm still wide eyed Try not to think, but my mind won't stop Evening shadows making my heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody's looking for something in life Not everyone's finds what they're looking for Everybody wants a little happiness in life But everyone can open the door Morning wakens, making my heart sing out Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? I think it's only fair Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky Together we will go and see what waits for us A backdoor to the universe that opens doors |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
I don't know how long I can take it
There's times when I don't think I can make it through, baby Don't know what you and me are gonna do, baby. Hey, baby You know it's time to face up to what is wrong I lie awake at night, I can't sleep while you're lying there This feeling worries me, I can see it's going nowhere Oh baby, now I just work all day trying to earn my pay Oh, is it worth it now to sweat all day and see it slip away Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Now then I've been thinking' about it You say that it's okay - it'll be all right, baby. Hey, baby But that's fine when all you do is party every night, baby You say my clothes are soiled and my hands ain't clean But I'm working overtime checking' every wheel is locked in tight On that production line, baby, running at the speed of light Oh, have mercy now, when you look that way and you start to play Then oh, I'm burning up. I tell you one more day, I'm gonna fade away It's the same old way, baby, it's the same old way now It's the same way, it's just the same old way, hangs me up all day |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
I can't afford to take a rest, I'm heading out towards the sun
And find the place where I once saw a new life starting It's not so far to get there, it's waiting up around the bend Don't know if I'll be back again Through the night I'm flying, moving like a raven To the night unfolding I call your name To the night I whisper, to the night I pray Through the night I'm racing Far from home I've always tried to do my best, I never cheated anyone Not like the place where they once turned the wine into water Running from all pretensions, nothing blocking up my view No more feeling black and blue 'Cause tonight I'm not a lonely man, yes tonight, oh tonight Keep holding on to false directions, they'll never set you free You got to stop the world and let it be, then maybe you will see |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Seems I've got to have a change of scene 'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams Imprisoned by the way it could have been Left here on my own or so it seems I've got to leave before I start to scream But someone's locked the door and took the key. Ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well boy you sure took me for one big ride And even now I sit and wonder why And when I think of you I start to cry I just can't waste my time I must keep dry Gotta' stop believing in all your lies 'Cause there's too much to do before I die. Ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Don't get too lost in all I say Though at the time I really felt that way But that was then and now its today I can't get off yet and so I'm here to stay 'Till someone comes along and takes my place With a different name and yes a different face. Ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
Seems I've got to have a change of scene 'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams Imprisoned by the way it could have been Left here on my own or so it seems I've got to leave before I start to scream But someone's locked the door and took the key. Ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well boy you sure took me for one big ride And even now I sit and wonder why And when I think of you I start to cry I just can't waste my time I must keep dry Gotta' stop believing in all your lies 'Cause there's too much to do before I die. Ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Don't get too lost in all I say Though at the time I really felt that way But that was then and now its today I can't get off yet and so I'm here to stay 'Till someone comes along and takes my place With a different name and yes a different face. Ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, ya' feelin' allright? I'm not feelin' too good myself |
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from Traffic - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 down, so I've got something to show Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I've got something to show |
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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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
Seems I've got to have a change of scene 'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams Imprisoned by the way it could have been Left here on my own or so it seems I've got to leave before I start to scream But someone's locked the door and took the key You feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, you feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, say, you sure took me for one big ride And even now I sit and wonder why That when I think of you I start to cry I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry Gotta stop believin' in all you lies 'Cause there's too much to do before I die Don't get too lost in all I say Though at the time I really felt that way But that was then, now it's today; I can't get off so I'm here to stay Till someone comes along and takes my place With a different name and, yes, a different face |
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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 - 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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)
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 - Traffic (1968)
Turn around every way, looking back another day The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bring ing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
Turn around every way, looking back another day
The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bring ing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me |
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from Traffic - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
Turn around every way, looking back another day The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bringing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me? |
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from 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real Where 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness r eigned all year round Where music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass It stuck to my coat And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
What are we doing to this holy ground
This land that God gave to us all? 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound Trees make when they fall Why can't we understand when it turns to sand There's no way you can bring it back again? Why don't we change the plan, try to save this land And make a promise not to hurt again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground What are we doing to this sacred heart This heart that's beating for us all? Ooh 'Cause everywhere I see it torn apart Tears like rain will fall Why don't we take the time, take a look inside Try to understand what's going wrong? Stop trying to change the tide, overcome our pride Take off our shoes, this place we're standing on Is holy ground, is holy ground Is holy ground, is holy ground Get out of doing the things you do in the dark Keep the flame alive in your heart What are we doing to the children's lives The ones we shouldn't hurt at all? 'Cause in the night I hear their lonely cries So frail and small How can we just stand by, watch them fade and die Before they even reach the age of ten? Why don't we heal the pain, take away this shame Make a vow to give them back again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This oh, holy ground, holy ground Holy ground, holy Are you there? Holy ground, oh, oh no Holy ground, holy |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Seems that I had just to stay
The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never die and I Hope they never find me here I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said "Don't ask about the field where you once played Atomic Factories have replaced" and I Hope they never find me here The horse I ride has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry The car I drive has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying Meals I eat have changed into a concentrated vacuum The air has come to be as one Time to leave has just begun The world is waiting its a fact To stage the last and final act and Hope I never find me there There There.... |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from 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 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, 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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)
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 - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
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 - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
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 - 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)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 - 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 - 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh 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 in the paper sun |
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from Stoned (스톤드) by David Arnold [ost] (2005)
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 - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh 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 in the paper sun |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray just by the touch of your hand Rainmaker, rainmaker Make me some rain, make all my crops grow tall Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray, the ground is so hard It's been cracked by the sun Rainmaker, you know my work's never done |
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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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