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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
She sat right down on the sofa
I said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you. Cause last night I had something so good These days get so long and I got nothing to do" I been hanginaround this town on the corner I been bummin' around this old town so long I been hanginaround this town on the corner I been bummin' around this old town for way too long We spend all day getting sober Just hiding from daylight Watching TV We just look a lot better in the blue light Well, you know I gotta get out But I'm stuck so tight Weighed by the chains that keep me... hanginaround this town on the corner I been bummin' around this old town too long I been hanginaround this town on the corner I been bummin' around this old town for way too long And this girl listens to the band play She says "where have you been? I've been lyin right here on the floor" Well, I got all this time To be waiting for what is mine To be hating what I am After the light has faded hanginaround this town on the corner I been bummin' around this old town so long I been hanginaround this town on the corner I been bummin' around this old town for way, way, way, way, way too long |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
Well, I woke up in mid-afternoon, 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame Though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't cry Hey, Mrs. Potter, I know why, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? There's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head And the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go Hey, Mrs. Potter, I don't know, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem Aw, but I'd sure like to find out So why don't you climb down off that movie screen? Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't turn Hey, Mrs. Potter, I burn for you Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor And orders another Well, I wonder what he did that for That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars You can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Aw, you can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't touch, and Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not much, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
If I could make it rain today
And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter I would Just to get a change of pace Things are getting worse but I feel a lot better And that's all that really matters to me Amy hit the atmosphere Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter and She's never coming back, I fear But any time it rains, She just feels a lot better And that's all that really matters to me We've waited so long for someone to take us back home It just takes so long And meanwhile the days go drifting away And some of us sink like a stone Waiting for mothers to come There has to be a change, I'm sure Today was just a day fading into another And that can't be what a life is for The only thing she said was she feels a lot better And that's all that really matters to me |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
All I want is something good
It gets harder every time She is leaving here tonight Take a breath Take your time Spread your wings and rise Make a mark upon the wall Paint your face and pass the time Close your eyes and she ascends Hold your breath and ease your mind Forty Thousand times Time fades into the night They descend and then they climb Feathers falling through the night Have you seen Ohio rise? It has been four days and nights All I want is something fine It gets harder every time She is sleeping far away Take a breath Take your time Spread your wings and rise Rise into the black Ohio skie |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
Thought I might get a rocket ride
When I was a child but it was a lie That I told myself when I needed something good At seventeen, had a better dream. Now I'm thirty-three and it isn't me But I'd think of something better if I could All my friends and lovers leave me behind I'm still looking for a girl One way or another I'm just hoping to find a way To put my feet out in the world Caught some grief from a falling leaf As she tumbled down to the dirty ground Said I should have put her back there if I could But everyone needs a better day And I'm trying to find me a better way To get from the things I do to the things I should All my friends and lovers leave me alone To try to have a little fun One way or another I just wish I had known To go out walking in the sun And find out if you were the one Does it make you wanna come a little closer now? And did you wanna dance with me? Did you wanna hum a little harder now? Can you see her waiting there? Can you see her? Because I'm almost there Can you see her waiting there for someone like me? All you want is a beauty queen Not a superstar but everybody's dream machine All you want is a place to lay your head You go to sleep dreaming how you would Be a different kind if you thought you could But you come awake the way you are instead All my friends and lovers shine like the sun I just turn and walk away One way or another I'm not coming undone I'm just waiting for the day |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
All my friends got flowers in their eyes
But I got none this season All of last years blooms have gone and died Time doesn't give a reason Hey baby, do you ask yourself sometimes What you need to be forgiven? Everything that you've ever done wrong Is the reason that I'm driven Straight to you Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How I get my ends and my beginnings mixed up too Just the way you do Thought if I told you You might want to stay for just another day or two Waiting for the trains that just never come Beginning to believe in the disappearing nature of the people we have been We have begun to change into the worst kind of people So unkind Oh apologies, no apologies, this apology Doesn't describe the way it feels to feel for you Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How I find myself slowly disappearing too Just the way you do Thought if I told you You might want to help me to remain with you I just wanna stay for a little while I wanna stay for a little while There's a night life falling down on me I just feel like a change Beneath the sun in the summer, a sea of flowers won't bloom without the rain But oh, this desert life, this high life Here at the dying end of the day I wasn't made for this scene baby But I was made in this scene And baby it's just my way I don't wanna go home alone, I wanna come on home to you Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How I line my sky with all the silver I can use Just the way you do Thought if I told you You might want to stay for just another day or two |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready I am taffy stuck and tongue tied Stutter shook and uptight Pull me out from inside I am ready I am fine I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded and unfolded and unfolding I am colorblind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready I am fine |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
The devil's in the dreaming
He tells you I'm not sleeping in my hotel room alone With nothing to believe in You dive into the traffic rising up And it's so quiet You're surprised And then you wake For all the things you're losing You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep I wish for all the world that I could say, "Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days." The devil's in the dreaming You see yourself descending from a building to the ground You watch the sky receding You spin to see the traffic rising up And it's so quiet You're surprised And then you wake For all the things I'm losing I might as well resign myself to try and make a change But I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep I wish for all the world that I could say, "Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days." In one of these dreams, you forgive me It makes me think of the bad decisions that keep you at home How could anyone else have changed? All these wrong conclusions that leave you alone How could everyone rearrange? How could everyone else have changed? What I see I believe For all the things I'm losing I might as well resign myself to try and make a change Well, I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling around my brain I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me And I could shake this static everytime I try to sleep I wish for all the world that I could say, "Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doing alright these days." But I can't sleep at night |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
I get so nervous I'm shaking
Gets so I got no pride at all Gets so bad but I just keep coming back for more I guess I just get off on that stuff I'm thinking about taking some time I'm thinking about leaving soon I got some things I can't tell anyone I got some things I just can't say They're the kind of things no one knows about I just need somebody to talk to me I'm thinking about leaving tomorrow I'm thinking about being on my own I think I been wasting my time I'm thinking about getting out In all this time, The bottom line's you don't know how much I feel You say you see but I don't agree You don't know how I feel I'm just trying to get myself some gravity You're just trying to get me to stay Sometimes I sit here looking down upon Los Angeles Sometimes I'm floating away I'm thinking about breakin myself I'm thinking about getting back home I think I been waiting for way too long I'm thinking about getting out |
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from Counting Crows - This Desert Life (1999)
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, "I dream of Ballerinas and I don't know why but I see Cadillac's sailing I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay But Maryland and Virginia have faded away And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today So I am endlessly waiting And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins From where you think you'll end up to the state that you're in Your reflection approaches and then recedes again And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now... There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say that they knew me so well' I may not go to heaven I hope you go to hell And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Is everybody happy now?
Is everybody clear? We could drive out to the dunes tonight, 'cause summer's almost here. And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right Let them slip away, I might sleep all day. When the roads are clear, We'll head on out of here, If you're coming back, I'll see you in the morning I'm just staring at the ceiling staring back at me, Just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me... And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right And let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohhh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] fix your hair just right Put your jeans on tight, Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy. 'Cause I've been thinking I'd like to see your eyes open up real wide the minute that you see me. If you don't come through, I wouldn't wait for you. I understand that everyone goes disappearing, into the greatest grey that covers over everyday, and hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance... I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] Baby I'm not alone only wanna get high |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summer's Where my shadows used to be She is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long Island When the colors start to fade She wears a silly yellow hat That someone gave her when she stayed I didn't think that she returned it We left New York in a whirl Time expands and then contracts When you are spinning In the grips of someone Who is not an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she stays just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning covers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again You send your lover off to China Then you wait for her to call You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summer's back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she fades just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning showers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X It's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X And it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Go ask her to come around And see me late after dark Don't ask me to come around Then wait to see if there's a spark. |
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from Cruel Intentions (사랑보다 아름다운 유혹) [best, ost] (1999)
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready,I am ready,I am ready I am taffy stuck and tongue tied Stutter shook and uptight Pull me out from inside I am ready,I am ready,I am ready I am fine I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded and unfolded and unfolding I am colorblind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready,I am ready,I am ready I am fine I am fine..... |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Gonna get back to basics,
Guess I'll start it up again, I'm fallin' from the ceiling, You're falling from the sky now and then. Maybe you were shot down in pieces, Maybe I slipped in between, But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, The wildest people they ever hoped to see, Just you and me. So why'd you come home, To this sleepless town, It's a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is, When you gonna come down, When you gonna come down. Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, Well listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey, God we're so fucked up, you and me. So why'd you come home, To this faithless town, Where we make a lifetime commitment, To recovering the satellites, And all anybody really wants to know is, When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, When are you gonna come down. She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, She's got heaven in her eyes, She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. But we only stay in orbit, For a moment of time, And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine, Wish that you were mine. So why'd you come home, To this angel's town, Well it's a lifetime's decision, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really knows for sure is, That you're gonna come down, That you're gonna come down. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
This circus is falling down on its knees,
The big top is crumbling down, It's raining in Baltimore fifteen miles east, Where you should be, no one's around. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a big love, I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by, And I don't have nothing to say, You get what you pay for, But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat. And I get no answers, And I don't get no change, It's raining in Baltimore, baby, But everything else is the same. There's things I remember, things I forget, I miss you, I guess that I should, Three thousand five hundred miles away, But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, Maybe I should buy a new car, I can always hear a freight train, Baby if I listen real hard, And I wish, I wish it was a small world, 'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns, I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat, I really, really need a raincoat, I really, really, really need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat. |
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from Shrek 2 (슈렉 2) [ost] (2004)
So she said what's the problem baby?
What's the problem I don't know well maybe I'm in love Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop think about it How much longer will you take to cure this? Just cure 'cause I can't ignore it if is love Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love oh oh oh Come on come on turn a little faster Come on come on the world will follo after Come on come on 'cause everybody's after l~o~ve So I said I'm a snow ball running Running down into the spring that coming all this love Melting on the blue sky Belting out sunlight Shivering love well baby I surrender to the strawbarry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well I didn't mean to do it but there is no escaping your love oh oh oh little minds of night need with never alone never alone no no Come on come on move a little closer Come on come on I wanna hear you whisper Come on come on settle doen inside of my love Come on come on jump a little higher Come on come on if you feel a little lighter Come on come on we were once upon a time in l-o-ve Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally, I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love Accidentally, come on come on spin a little tighter Come on come on and the world is a little brighter Come on come on, just get yourself inside of my love I’m in love~ |
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from Shrek + Shrek 2 (슈렉 1 + 슈렉 2) [box, ost] (2005)
So she said what's the problem baby?
What's the problem I don't know well maybe I'm in love Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop think about it How much longer will you take to cure this? Just cure 'cause I can't ignore it if is love Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love oh oh oh Come on come on turn a little faster Come on come on the world will follo after Come on come on 'cause everybody's after l~o~ve So I said I'm a snow ball running Running down into the spring that coming all this love Melting on the blue sky Belting out sunlight Shivering love well baby I surrender to the strawbarry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well I didn't mean to do it but there is no escaping your love oh oh oh little minds of night need with never alone never alone no no Come on come on move a little closer Come on come on I wanna hear you whisper Come on come on settle doen inside of my love Come on come on jump a little higher Come on come on if you feel a little lighter Come on come on we were once upon a time in l-o-ve Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally, I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love Accidentally, come on come on spin a little tighter Come on come on and the world is a little brighter Come on come on, just get yourself inside of my love I’m in love~ |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Jumpin' Jesus my oh my,
He's got a great big bottle of sunshine, Jumpin' Jesus why oh why, Take the time to get inside, to get inside. So what's a wall, with so much yellow for? I don't know what it's for, What's a wall has so much yellow for? I don't know what it's for. Jumpin' Jesus my oh my, He's got a great big bottle of sunshine, Jumpin' Jesus why oh why, Take the time to get inside, oh get inside, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside. Well Armand Hammer in Odessa, Lives with his wife and his child on a house boat, Yeah he likes sunflowers, And big picture frames and Van Goghs. Jumpin' Jesus my oh my, He's got a great big bottle of sunshine, Jumpin' Jesus why oh why, Take the time to get inside, oh get inside, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
In the still water she lies down,
Shaking through the press of sunlight, We rolled into Lexington, She shakes off the drop of daylight, Water beading up her chest, Bleeding down between her knees, The rivers in Kentucky flow, Between the bluegrass wavy seas but oh, Margery, Sticks the knife in while I couldn't see. Oh, breathless with anticipation, Baited reelers set their hooks, Tuck their heads beneath the high grass, And lie and wait beside the brooks, For infants pushing slowly through, Frustration leading back along, The alleys of a childhood, That will not release us willingly but oh, Margery, Sticks the knife in while I couldn't see, Strait into me baby. Dust me off, shut me down, Dream of where I haven't been, Just close the door inside my heart, And stuff in the south Atlantic wind, 'Cause I have hollow eyes, Haunting only to myself, Well even so, I-I-I, Can't stop scraping hollows in myself, I took the train from California, To the far side of the continent, Woke up in Kentucky, Where a wedding was about to end, And I looked up at Anna, She turned back to look at me, Yeah it's best to kill the ones that matter, Render blind the ones who see. But oh, Margery, takes the blade and walks away from me, Oh, Margery, love like blood is pouring out of me, Oh, yeah Margery, I said my heart won't stop bleeding over me baby, Yeah, oh. Oh, I can't shut it in, It's got far too many doors to block the wind, Oh, I can't shut it in, Yeah, it's got far too many doors to block the wind, Oh, I can't shut it in, It's got far too many doors to block the wind. |
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Children in bloom cooking in the sun,
Waiting for a room of our own, Leave my sister alone, 'Cause she don't deserve this, She is a flower and I am a flower, And we are all alone. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home. All these wasted dreams, Just waiting for the sun, To open up my heart to anyone, Bring me some rain, Because I'm dying, I'm dying, And I can't get this damn thing closed again. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home. Where's the fun house this year? The fairground's deserted, And the skies don't seem as near, Nicole's my oldest friend, But the altar is empty, And she'll never be a little girl again. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home, home. I can't find my way home, I can't find my way home, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find my way home. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I'm a Russian Jew American,
Impersonating African Jamaican, What I want to be is an Indian, I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end, I guess I bought a gun, 'Cause it impresses all the little girls I see, And then they all wanna sleep with me. Oh where did we disappear? Into the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where are these people who impersonate our friends? Say come again, come again, come again. Into the dark Italian underground, With disco lights and disco sounds, And skinny girls who drink champagne, Then they take me on their knees again, And pull me up and out the door, To railway cars and tranny-whores, And mornings spreading out across, The feathered thighs of angels. Oh were did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Will they try to push you out to keep you in? I say come again, come again, come again. In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue, In 1493, he came home across the deep blue sea, In 1494, he did it with the girl next door, In 1495, he barely made it out alive, In 1964, these sailors left me at the door, In 1970, some people got their hands on me, And I'm the king of everything, And I'm the king of nothing, nothing, And I am the king of everything, I am the king of nothing. Oh where did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where are these people who impersonate our friends? I say come again, come again, come again. Oh where did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where they try to get you out to get you in, And all these people who impersonate our friends, Say come again, come again, come again, Come again, come again. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
She brings a friend so we won't have to be alone,
I fear I might lose my composure without warning, I am a child of fire, I am a lion, I have desires, And I was born inside the sun this morning. This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree. They say, good evening, when they don't know what to say, They say, good morning, when they wish you would go home, You open windows and you wait for someone warm to come inside, And then you freeze to death alone. This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me. She calls a waitress when it's time for her to go, And I know everyone's eventually leaving, I got a pair of wings for my birthday, baby, And I will fall down through the sun this evening. This dizzy life of mine is hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, For me, for me, for me, for me. This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, For me, for me, for me, for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Dancing like the night time down in Nashville,
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run, I got a call to go, to a late night picture show, So I traded in the darkness and I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense outta me. I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco, And now you wanna say you see through me, Well, what you want to see ain't your memories of me, So I could turn around tonight, but I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm just trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep while you're watching TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense of Los Angeles. Boston gets cold this time of year, Seems like each day just leaves me numb, I gotta get outta here and go walking in the sun. Well if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense, Honey, I'm just trying to make some friends, But baby, I'm not trying to make amends, For coming to Los Angeles, Oh, Los Angeles. No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland, Oh baby, come on out to the city, Come on, take a walk down Sunset with me, Oh, we gonna get drunk, find us some skinny girls, And go street walkin' Street walkin' baby, oh, in Los Angeles, Street walkin' baby. Hey man, it's a really good place to find yourself a taco. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Colored rubbers and a bedroom set,
I wouldn't know it, if it hit me, You take a little step and then it feels like love, I think I better get a little of it in me, Give me a kiss, I think it feels like love, Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine, C'mon baby, well light me up, I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. Your mother made you in a parking lot, My mother made me out of flesh and wire, Try to remember what you might forget, I try to remember everything, Try to remember so you don't disappear, Try to remember so you don't fade away, Your mother made you out of smoke and rain, Your mother made you in a fire that's faded. You think that you can do without me, And I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing, I wanna touch you for my self-respect, Give me a reason or I might stop breathing, Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet, Gotta stop breathing 'cause the sky is falling, I might go out and watch the moon explode, Give me directions to the highway crossing, I'll go lie down in the middle of the road and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in at all. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Can you see me, up on the building,
From down on the pavement or out in the crowd, Can you see me through the glare of the lamppost, I'm walking a tightrope into the moon. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. Oh, could you see me, I'm one in a million, I am Icarus falling, out of the sun, Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights, And jackknife through night as black as a bedroom, And white as a lie. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same thing, Different now. Diving through the dark, While the night turns blue, Are you aware of your intentions, 'Cause I wear my intentions so clear. If you see me, wading through water, Oh, come drown in the river right in front of the world, Hey, you can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger It's as bright as white paper, as dark as a girl. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now, now, now. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Cowboys on the road tonight,
Crying in their sleep, If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand, And some promises to keep, Who wanted to change the world, What's as easy as murder? It's all headlights and vapor trails, And Circle K killers. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I'm not seeing the look in your eyes, As his fingertips lit on your neck and it made you shiver, I'm just turning away from where I should have been, Because I am not anything, oh anything, oh. The president's in bed tonight but he can't get to sleep, 'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers, And I believe she loves you, 'Cause you never make her feel like anything, She said I wouldn't feel a thing, But I can feel, oh I can feel. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I am not seeing the look in your eyes, As his finger's unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver, I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see, Because I am not anything, oh anything, no. Everyone's in bed tonight but nobody can sleep, 'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows, She says she doesn't love me like she's acting, But it's as if she isn't talking, 'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding, On the front row while she's speaking, I said come on all you cowboys, All you blue-eyed baby boys, Oh, come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory, And Sunday comes to gather me, Into the arms of god who'll welcome me, Because I believe, oh I believe. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I'm not seeing you look at me, So please won't you look at me? 'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me, Oh I will make you look at me, Or I am not anything, Oh anything, no no no, no no no. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me,
I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air, When nothing I needed was left there behind me, I walked out through the shadows of Washington Square. I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley, And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen, But I loved like a fountain and it left me with nothing, Just memories of walking through Washington Square. Now I live in the shadows, where light is electric, And time is a number, that rests on a wall, And nobody knows me, my friends and my family, Are as far from this city as Washington Square. So cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight, And I'll follow this freeway out into the air, In case you should wander and wanted to find me, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, Washington Square, Washington Square. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Take a message to your head,
Just stay beside her in the bed, You were so stupid to believe in, Things you couldn't see then, Make them all you want. If you haven't got the reasons, Just make up any reason, Then picket 'til it's torn. Take it all away, You took your coat today, But they all go back, In the morning. Make a time to find your way, I got a little further today, Wash your eyes clear of anything, Just make them empty circles, Dress yourself in black, or grey, I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child, This lithium is heroin to me. It makes all withdraw, All the anger lost, But it all keeps, Coming back in the morning. You keep yourself too clean, You dig yourself a dream, That we won't be coming home alone. Not this time, Not this time, Not this time, Not this time. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Well you know I don't like you but you want to be my friend,
Well there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings, It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand, When you dream of Michelangelo, they hang above your hands. And I know that she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again, And I can't see why you wanna talk to me, When your vision of America is crystalline and clean, I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain, But from the walls of Michelangelo, I'm dangling again, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Saturn on a line, A sun afire on strings and wires, To spin above my head and make it right, But any time you like, You can catch a sight of angel eyes, All emptiness and infinite. And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, I see god upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead, And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand, But we are never quite as close, as we are led to understand. And I know she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking, walking, walking, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Oh my my, oh lord no, yes she's walking on my skin again and again. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I'm always thinking, of someone new,
I'm never sitting, okay with you, There's always something, else on my mind, There's always something, I can't find. You think about anything you can, I think about you, I'll think about anything it's true. I'm almost perfect, some of the time, I'm also sinking, some of the time, I'm almost ready, yeah it's almost true, For almost anyone but you. You think about anything you can, I think about you, I think about everything it's true, true, true. I'm always sinking, beneath the sand, You're holding nothing in your hand. You think about anything you can, I think about you, But I'll think about anything it's true, true, true, True, true, true, true, true, true, true, true, true. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Anything's hard to change but hey I got you down on your knees again,
You watch the sky, it's a pale parade of passing clouds that cover, The bed upon which we laid, in the dark and the memories that I made, Of a laughing girl but you're just my toy, And I can't stop playing with you, baby. If you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. Coming along real good, But I still can't do most of the things I should, I watch the sky, coming down to bury me and, I can't stop this crawling out of my skin, I know that you see yourself flying in, out of the sky, Coming down to carry me but I won't come out. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. I watched all of the same parades, As they passed on the days that you wish you'd stayed, But all this pain gets me high, And I get off and you know why. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's just one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, Aw you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Wasted time running scared,
When all a love needs is to be believed in, All those Springs come and go, Past like trains of boxcars leaving, But I would be lying if I didn't tell you the truth, They will leave you, they will leave you. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone. Some are lost to you. Wasted time running scared, All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer, And I know you need somebody just like I do, And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide, They will leave you, they will leave you behind. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, Just come now, lets go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or. Some are lost, some are leaving, Some are lost, some are leaving, But I'm not going at all, I'm not going anywhere at all. Some are lost to you. We've wasted time running scared, Now Autumn's fire is ashes on the breeze, And it spins away like dust on pearls, As Winter comes to usher in the evening, But all of these drummers go stand on the hillsides alone, They will leave you, they will leave you at home. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, So come now, let's go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or, Just come now, come on let's get out while the getting's good, Just come now, there's no one left in the neighborhood. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
A picture of Amsterdam, bare trees under glass,
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light, Of a winter long past, When I was a riser, to Dublin I'd roam, She was a bareback rider, some miles from home. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. She's a carnival diver, hung in the sky, Cutting through time like a memory, Strung on a wire, The color of anything, fades in the air, She is the film of a book of the story, Of the smell of her hair. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. When everything's over and everything's clear, When everyone's older and no one is here, I try to remember a girl on a wire, Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green, Like a kite on the air. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Oh come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been,
Little pieces blowing gently on the wind, They have flown down California, they have landed in LA, Little pieces slowly settling on the waves. I'm one of a million pieces fallen on the ground, It's one of the reasons we say goodbye, We'll still come around, yeah we will come around. I have waited for tomorrow from December 'til today, And I have started loving sorrow along the way, And I am calling from some city and I won't be there too long, Well, I could wait and I could waste away, But what comes back is I hear you say we're gone. For all of the times that I go spinning up and down, When all of the things have died between us, Well we'll still come around, yeah we will come around. After I've been missing for a while, And you hear that summer's song, Haven't all the fading lines lingered on? What I know is, she's going, When you know it, it's all right, So you put yourself between you and your pride, If you wait for what's coming and you listen to her lies, Then she'll say the things you need to hear, And the only one who'll disappear is you. And one of the million lies she said, Is all of the things you love are dead, But I've seen what she thinks is love, And it leaves me laughing so we'll still come around. Yeah we will come around, When you're gone we will, we will, we will, We will come around, When you're gone, we'll still come around, When you're gone, we will come around. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark now I'm standing on the lawn If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Well it was cold when i woke and the day was halfway done Nearly spring in San Francisco but I cannot feel the sun you were sleeping next to me but I knew that you'd be gone If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Take some time before you go think of monday's coming down and the people that you knew The ones that aren't around you've been fading day to day I've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things i do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you [2X] |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
All of the sudden she disappears,
Just yesterday she was here, Somebody tell me if I am sleeping, Someone should be with me here, 'Cause I don't wanna be alone. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, You won't find nobody home. All of these quiet battered voices, Wait for the hunger to come, We got little revolvers and stupid choices, And no one to say when we're done, Well I don't wanna bring you down. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, Can't find nobody home. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, I can't find nobody home. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
I said goodnight LA,
'Cause I'm awake in my room, I've been up for 38 hours, And it don't look like sleep's coming soon, 'Cause I could break like a bird, Or I could swallow the sea, It seems like the daylight is coming, And no one is watching but me, But I don't mind the dark, Discovering the day, 'Cause the night is a, Beautiful bright blue and gray. What brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, And what brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough of love. And it's a dangerous time, For a heart on a wire, Shuttle from station to station, Noisily not knowing why, So I put my head on the ground, And the sky is a wheel, Spinning these days into things that I've lost, But you can keep all the years, But I don't mind the days, Gone rolling away, 'Cause all this sunlight feels warm on my face today. But what brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, What brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, never get enough, Never get enough no, no, Never get enough of love, Said I can never get enough of love. What brings me, brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough of love, I can never get enough of love, I can never get enough of love, I can never ever get enough, I can never get enough of love. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
She had four white stallions coming around the bend,
Four strong angels at her command ascend, Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. And I got four good reasons, why I, Can't go back there again. She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure, Carved by an artist, whose hand is demure, Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure. And god how I hate myself for, Still wanting her. Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure, Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her, Nothing more than a heart still at war. She had four white stallions coming up around the bend, Four strong angels, already sent. Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. Yeah, I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. And I got four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Start tearing the old man down,
Run past the heather and down to the old road, Start turning the grain into the ground, Roll a new leaf over, in the middle of the night, There's an old man treading around in the gathered rain, Well mister, if you're going to walk on water, Oh could you drop a line my way? Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door, oh. Start threading a needle, Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room, Start turning the wool across the wire, Roll a new life over, in the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain, Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water, 'Cause you're only going to walk all over me. Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door. Start running the banner down, Drop past the color come up through the summer rain, Start turning the girl into the ground, Roll a new love over, in the middle of the day, There's a young man rolling around in the earth and rain, Hey mister, if you're going to walk on water, You know you're only going to walk all over me. Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door. Omaha, oh somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, oh, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door, Oh, said Omaha, Sunday morning, I'm coming home today. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Guess I think I feel alright,
You come circling through the light, The skyline baby, is bright tonight, One more perfect rendezvous, Sundown paints the shadows through, Daylight aiming on what we do. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, Miami. Can I say? I wish that this weather would never leave, It just gets hard to believe, That God sent this angel, to watch over me, 'Cause my angel, she don't receive my calls, She says I'm too dumb to fuck, Too dumb to fight, too dumb to save, Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, She could pull the sun right through me, oh, Coming down, into Miami, Miami. Make a circle in the sand, Make a halo with your hands, Make a place for you to land. The bus is runnin', it's time to leave, The summer's gone, so are we, So come on baby, let's go shut it down, In New Orleans. Come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on, come on, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
When you disappear on me,
It's just like parades in the rain, Every time I see you, you just disappear again, Every time you're leaving I don't know what to say, I wanna see this whole town go away. So could you tell me, why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know why it has to be so, Could you tell me, why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. All these ending love songs, Come into my eyes, But every time I see you, I'm alive, I'm alive. So could you tell me why you're leaving? 'Cause I don't know why it has to be so, Could you tell me why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
The gentleman caller in the blue suede shoes,
He don't know what to do, He just wants to look good for you, So he rushes in to tell you what he did today, But he can't think of what to say, I think you listen anyway. He wants to have a good time, Just like everybody, He doesn't want to fall apart. You watch him as he stutters over what to say, It's just a little game you play, It's no easier for you some days, You wish that you could tell him it'll be okay, But you feel a little shy these days, 'Cause everybody goes away. Oh, you just wanna have a good time, Just like everybody else, You don't want to fall apart this time. I can look into your eyes and see the mess we're in, Well darling, if it's shit came out, Then I suppose that it's shit went in, Even though I couldn't say, I've been the places that you've been, You know he made my heart real strong, Even if he made my head real thin. I wanna have a good time, Just like everybody, And I don't want to fall apart. Oh I wanna have a good time, Just like everybody else, And I don't want to fall apart this time, So would you please invite me in. Oh, I really love the red haired girls, I'm just another boy from Texas, C'mon and take a spin, Oh, I got a brand new set of wings. Oh, I really love the red haired girls, I'm just another boy from Texas, C'mon and take a spin, Hey, I gotta brand new set of wings. Man I sure do love them red haired girls, I'm just like all the boys from Texas, C'mon take a spin, Hey little girl I got a brand new set of wings. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by,
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why, But I've seen Cadillacs sailing. And I was born on the shores of Chesapeake Bay, But Maryland and Virginia have faded away, And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today, So I am endlessly waiting. And the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of a modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned, With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins, From where you think you'll end up to the state that you're in, Your reflection approaches and then recedes again. Yeah but the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of the modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Well I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives, Down the length of the evening to the carnival side, In a house where regret is a carousel ride, We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now. There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell, There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell, And there are people who will say that they knew me so well, I may not go to heaven, I hope you go to hell. Yeah but the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of a modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream, In his dream, St. Robinson in his dream, Some people are never quite what they seem, Oh come on baby, come on darlin', come on, Lets just get into my car and drive, Oh come on lets just get into my car and drive, Just don't always do the same thing over and over. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Just down the street from your hotel, baby,
I stay at home with my disease, And ain't this position familiar, darling, Well, all monkeys do what they see, Help me stay awake, I'm falling. Down on Virginia and La Loma, Where I got friends who'll care for me, You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted, I got an attitude of need, So help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from me. It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday, And it doesn't get much worse than this, In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle, Of these lives which are completely meaningless, Help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from myself and me. Well I got bones beneath my skin, and mister, There's a skeleton in every man's house, Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody, There's a dead man trying to get out, So please help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from me. Perfect blue buildings, oh, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from myself and me. Oh, in the perfect blue buildings, I can't keep myself away from me, Oh, in the perfect blue buildings, Said how 'm I gonna keep myself, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me, Keep myself away, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me, Keep myself away, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
She sat right down on the sofa, I said,
Where have you been? I've been waiting for you, 'Cause last night I had something so good, These days get so long and I got nothing to do. I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town so long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way too long. We spend all day getting sober, Just hiding from daylight, watching TV, We just look a lot better in the blue light, Well, you know I gotta get out, But I'm stuck so tight, Weighed by the chains that keep me. Hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town too long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way too long, Well everybody twist. This girl listens to the band play, She says, where have you been? I've been lying right here on the floor. Well, I got all this time to be waiting, For what is mine, to be hating what I am, After the light has faded. Hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town so long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way to, way, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
I was wasted in the afternoon,
Waiting on a train, I woke up in pieces and Elisabeth, Had disappeared again, I wish you were inside of me, I hope that you're okay, I hope you're resting quietly, I just wanted to say. Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight, Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight. We couldn't all be cowboys, Some of us are clowns, Some of us are dancers on the midway, We roam from town to town, I hope that everybody, Can find a little flame, And me, I say my prayers, Then I just light myself on fire, And I walk out on the wire once again, And I say. Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight, Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight. Well I will wait for you in Baton Rouge, I'll miss you down in New Orleans, I'll wait for you while she slips in something comfortable, And I'll miss you when I'm slipping in between, But if you wrap yourself in daffodils, I will wrap myself in pain, oh, And if you're the queen of California, Baby I am the king of the rain, And I say. Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight, Good, goodnight Elisabeth, The moon, the satellites, Yeah well. Wouldn't you fall down on me now, Wouldn't you fall down on me now, Come, come fall down on me now, Wouldn't you fall down on me. 'Cause I'm all alone, you ain't coming home, You just settle down, down, down, in to bone, Yeah I said I'm all alone, you ain't coming home, We just settle down, down, down, in to bone. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summer's Where my shadows used to be She is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long Island When the colors start to fade She wears a silly yellow hat That someone gave her when she stayed I didn't think that she returned it We left New York in a whirl Time expands and then contracts When you are spinning In the grips of someone Who is not an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she stays just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning covers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again You send your lover off to China Then you wait for her to call You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summer's back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she fades just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning showers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X It's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X And it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Go ask her to come around And see me late after dark Don't ask me to come around Then wait to see if there's a spark. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Got no place to go,
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, And if I bring a little music I could fit right in. We got airplane rides, We got California drowning out the window side, We've got big black cars, And we got stories, How we slept with all the movie stars. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drink my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Hop on my choo-choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, If you dress me up in pink and white, We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight. She's my angel, She's a little better than the one that used to be with me, 'Cause she liked to scream at me, Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, And fly away to someone new. Everybody's gone, They left the television screaming that the radio's on, Someone stole my shoes but there's a couple of bananas, And a bottle of booze. Oh well, happy new year's baby, We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day, Or we could simply pack our bags, And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Flush my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Catch a boat to England baby,
Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone, Wherever I have gone, The blues run the game. Send out for whisky baby, Send out for gin, Me and room service honey, Me and room service mama, Me and room service, well, We're living a life of sin. When I ain't drinking baby, You are on my mind, When I ain't sleeping honey, When I ain't sleeping mama, When I ain't sleeping, well, You know you'll find me crying. Catch a boat to England baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone, Wherever I have gone, The blues run the game. Living is a gamble baby, Loving's much the same, Wherever I have played, Wherever I throw those dice, Wherever I have played, The blues they run the game. Maybe when I'm older baby, Somewhere down the line, I'll wake up older, So much older mama, I'll wake up older, And I'll just stop all my trying. So catch a boat to England baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone, Wherever I have gone, The blues are all the same. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She had four white stallions coming around the bend,
Four strong angels at her command ascend, Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. And I got four good reasons, why I, Can't go back there again. She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure, Carved by an artist, whose hand is demure, Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure. And god how I hate myself for, Still wanting her. Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure, Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her, Nothing more than a heart still at war. She had four white stallions coming up around the bend, Four strong angels, already sent. Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. Yeah, I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. And I got four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summer's Where my shadows used to be She is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long Island When the colors start to fade She wears a silly yellow hat That someone gave her when she stayed I didn't think that she returned it We left New York in a whirl Time expands and then contracts When you are spinning In the grips of someone Who is not an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she stays just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning covers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again You send your lover off to China Then you wait for her to call You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summer's back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she fades just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning showers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X It's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X And it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Go ask her to come around And see me late after dark Don't ask me to come around Then wait to see if there's a spark. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She comes out on Fridays every time,
Stands out in a line, I could've been anyone she'd seen, She waits another week to fall apart, She couldn't make another day, I wish it was anyone but me, I could have been anyone you see, She had something breakable just under her skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle, up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. She comes out of closets every night, But then she locks herself away, Where she could keep everything from me, I could have been anyone you see, She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle right up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. Little shivers shaking me every day, But I could get the same thing anywhere, So if she goes away, well, It's all right and I'm okay, Hey, she said, come back again tonight, And I said I might, I might, I might, She said well that's all right, If it's alright, if it's alright with you, Then it's alright, it's alright with me. I waited for an hour last Friday night, She never came around, She took almost everything from me, I'm going through my closet, Trying on her clothes, almost every day, I could've been anyone you see, I wish it was anyone but me, There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle right up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. If I made you cry, please tell me why, 'Cause I'll try again if you let me try, American girls all feathers and cream, Coming into bed so edible. American girls oh, American girls, American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, American girls oh, American girls, American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, You make me cry, You make me cry, You make me cry, Yeah, you made me cry, You make me cry, Hey, miss American girl, oh, Oh, oh, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
The gentleman caller in the blue suede shoes,
He don't know what to do, He just wants to look good for you, So he rushes in to tell you what he did today, But he can't think of what to say, I think you listen anyway. He wants to have a good time, Just like everybody, He doesn't want to fall apart. You watch him as he stutters over what to say, It's just a little game you play, It's no easier for you some days, You wish that you could tell him it'll be okay, But you feel a little shy these days, 'Cause everybody goes away. Oh, you just wanna have a good time, Just like everybody else, You don't want to fall apart this time. I can look into your eyes and see the mess we're in, Well darling, if it's shit came out, Then I suppose that it's shit went in, Even though I couldn't say, I've been the places that you've been, You know he made my heart real strong, Even if he made my head real thin. I wanna have a good time, Just like everybody, And I don't want to fall apart. Oh I wanna have a good time, Just like everybody else, And I don't want to fall apart this time, So would you please invite me in. Oh, I really love the red haired girls, I'm just another boy from Texas, C'mon and take a spin, Oh, I got a brand new set of wings. Oh, I really love the red haired girls, I'm just another boy from Texas, C'mon and take a spin, Hey, I gotta brand new set of wings. Man I sure do love them red haired girls, I'm just like all the boys from Texas, C'mon take a spin, Hey little girl I got a brand new set of wings. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark now I'm standing on the lawn If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Well it was cold when i woke and the day was halfway done Nearly spring in San Francisco but I cannot feel the sun you were sleeping next to me but I knew that you'd be gone If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Take some time before you go think of monday's coming down and the people that you knew The ones that aren't around you've been fading day to day I've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things i do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you 2X |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
I said goodnight LA,
'Cause I'm awake in my room, I've been up for 38 hours, And it don't look like sleep's coming soon, 'Cause I could break like a bird, Or I could swallow the sea, It seems like the daylight is coming, And no one is watching but me, But I don't mind the dark, Discovering the day, 'Cause the night is a, Beautiful bright blue and gray. What brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, And what brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough of love. And it's a dangerous time, For a heart on a wire, Shuttle from station to station, Noisily not knowing why, So I put my head on the ground, And the sky is a wheel, Spinning these days into things that I've lost, But you can keep all the years, But I don't mind the days, Gone rolling away, 'Cause all this sunlight feels warm on my face today. But what brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, What brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, never get enough, Never get enough no, no, Never get enough of love, Said I can never get enough of love. What brings me, brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough of love, I can never get enough of love, I can never get enough of love, I can never ever get enough, I can never get enough of love. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Maryann you're better than the world
They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl I had a lot of girlfriends I should have known them Click your heels and count back from three Do you want to go back You should have known that The butterfly in reverse here is me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl Where'd you want to go to with nothing beside you But webbing and curfews and rain And everything that hurts you Gets stuffed up inside you Like butterflies with wings or other perfect things We go swimming in the sunshine Dangling from clotheslines Seperate and fall into me And did you ever see me Me absolutely Me but all you but still me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl did alot of things right on this [2X] did alot of things right on this girl |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Guess I think I feel alright,
You come circling through the light, The skyline baby, is bright tonight, One more perfect rendezvous, Sundown paints the shadows through, Daylight aiming on what we do. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, Miami. Can I say? I wish that this weather would never leave, It just gets hard to believe, That God sent this angel, to watch over me, 'Cause my angel, she don't receive my calls, She says I'm too dumb to fuck, Too dumb to fight, too dumb to save, Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, She could pull the sun right through me, oh, Coming down, into Miami, Miami. Make a circle in the sand, Make a halo with your hands, Make a place for you to land. The bus is runnin', it's time to leave, The summer's gone, so are we, So come on baby, let's go shut it down, In New Orleans. Come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on, come on, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Come on children mind the gap.
Miracle people with marvellous hair, And the knack to do anything better than anyone, I got a home with electrical air, And I live in a world smaller than anyone's, I got a line on the new frontier, I got a line on the new America, All of the people are vanishing here, I could be huge if I could just get. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you. Purest aluminium people are walking, The streets of London so hysterical, Nobody here gets a word that I say, And the problems I'm told, Are more than medical, I got a friend from the new frontier, And Galen, she says, this is not America, You need a girl with electrical hair, And the word that you wanted was aluminium. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside. I was in bed with the girl at the end of the world, She said, I'm going home, you should come home too, But I'm at the end of a new frontier, Here at the edge of the flat earth ending, I'm getting off to get lost in the air, At the end of the world where the light is bending. From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside of you, From the outside of everything to the inside. To the inside of you, To the inside of you, To the inside of you, To the inside of you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
If anything, it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you staring at the ceiling, There's another world of chocolate bars and baseball cards, That hides inside of all this tension that I'm feeling. But it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you. Surprise, surprise, I miss your hair, You miss my eyes and all this solitude is my confidence eroding, So we slide inside of someone's mouth and someone's eyes, Until there's a sound of something intimate exploding. But it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you, Oh it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you. I wish that I was anaesthetized and sterilized and then, We wouldn't have this evidence congealing, Surprise, surprise, another pair of lips and eyes, And that is the consequence of actually feeling. It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Fading everything to black and blue,
You look a lot like you'd, Shatter in the blink of an eye, But you keep sailing right on through, Every time you say you're learning, You just look a lot like me, Pale under the blistering sky, White and red, black and blue. You've been waiting a long time, You've been waiting a long time, To fall down on your knees, Cut your hands, Cut yourself until you bleed, But fall asleep next to me. Wait for everyone to go away, And in a dimly lit, Room where you got nothing to hide, Say your goodbyes, Tell yourself we'll read, A note that says, I'm sorry everyone, I'm tired of feeling nothing, goodbye, Wash your face, dry your eyes, oh. 'Cause you've been waiting a long time, You've been waiting a long, long time, To fall down on your knees, Cut your hands, Cut yourself until you bleed, But fall asleep next to me. And have a dream I'm falling down, On my face, I scrape my knees, I scrape my hands until they bleed, Cause you're fast asleep next to me. Next to me, next to me, next to me. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
It's 1:30 in the morning,
But that's alright by me, Weren't you just waiting by the phone? Well I should give a little warning, But I need the things I need, I'm not proud to need a hand, But I just don't understand. So why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. Ain't necessarily a bad thing, To believe the things I say, 'Cause you can make yourself feel good, You know it's really not a good thing, To give everything to me, I'm just waiting for the show, 'Cause I got nowhere to go. So why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. 'Cause nothing makes me feel so good, Or gets me high so I sleep at night, And lets me know that everything's alright, I feel nice. I'm so sorry in the morning, You can believe what you believe, I'm used to waking up alone, And if you think about it, Anyone you think about is better love than me, But if you're not fallen quite asleep, I might call tonight, If that's alright. Why should you come when I call? I never say nothing at all, Why do I go, when I go? It's leaving me here all alone, You ought to get out on your own. Oh, why should you come when I call? Oh, why do I go, when I go? Oh, why should you, Why should you, come when I call? Why should you come, Why should you come when I call? |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Is everybody happy now?
Is everybody clear? We could drive out to the dunes tonight, 'cause summer's almost here. And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right Let them slip away, I might sleep all day. When the roads are clear, We'll head on out of here, If you're coming back, I'll see you in the morning I'm just staring at the ceiling staring back at me, Just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me... And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right And let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohhh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] fix your hair just right Put your jeans on tight, Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy. 'Cause I've been thinking I'd like to see your eyes open up real wide the minute that you see me. If you don't come through, I wouldn't wait for you. I understand that everyone goes disappearing, into the greatest grey that covers over everyday, and hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance... I've been up all night, I might sleep all day. Get your dreams just right let them slip away, I might sleep all day. Ohh...It's too late to get high now. [2X] Baby I'm not alone only wanna get high |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Got no place to go,
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, And if I bring a little music I could fit right in. We got airplane rides, We got California drowning out the window side, We've got big black cars, And we got stories, How we slept with all the movie stars. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drink my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Hop on my choo-choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, If you dress me up in pink and white, We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight. She's my angel, She's a little better than the one that used to be with me, 'Cause she liked to scream at me, Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, And fly away to someone new. Everybody's gone, They left the television screaming that the radio's on, Someone stole my shoes but there's a couple of bananas, And a bottle of booze. Oh well, happy new year's baby, We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day, Or we could simply pack our bags, And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Flush my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She had four white stallions coming around the bend,
Four strong angels at her command ascend, Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. And I got four good reasons, why I, Can't go back there again. She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure, Carved by an artist, whose hand is demure, Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure. And god how I hate myself for, Still wanting her. Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure, Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her, Nothing more than a heart still at war. She had four white stallions coming up around the bend, Four strong angels, already sent. Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. Yeah, I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. And I got four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees And put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half to seem them Now, now, now Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey Farmer Farmer Put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not? Listen late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took my girl away Now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now, now Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not, They paved paradise To put a parking lot Hey hey hey Paved paradise Put up a parking lot I dont want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Hey, hey, hey Now you want give it Ah she wanna give it Why she givin it all away Now, now, now I don't want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Givin it all, givin it all away Yeah, yeah 'Cause she givin it all away Hey, hey, yeah Hey pave paradise Put up a parking lot Pave paradise Put up a parking lot
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from Counting Crows - August & Everything After (1993)
Please Welcome, ah my favourite band The Counting Crows Hey Were gonna start off with just David on Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you Angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain, Through myself and back again Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying Through the door, I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house and Takes all her clothes off, Says she's close to understanding Jesus She knows she's more than just a little you know - misunderstood She has trouble acting normal, well I have trouble acting normal but Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice just like lambs Round here - look - she's slipping though my hands Oh, Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of this lightning dream I said Mama's little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says, |
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