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from A Tribute To Curtis Mayfield [tribute] (1994)
Say, it's all right, (it's all right)
Say, it's all right, (it's all right) It's all right, have a good time, 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right We're gonna move it slow when lights are low When you move it slow ? 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right Now listen to the beat and tap your feet You got soul, everybody knows That it's all right, whoa it's all right When you wake up early in the morning Feeling sad like so many of us do Have a little soul ? But surely someone's got to come to you Mmmmmm (It's all right) Say, it's all right, (it's all right) It's all right, have a good time, 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right Everybody clap your hands, give yourself a chance You got soul, everybody knows That it's all right, whoa it's all right One day I found me a woman and she loved and treated me nice When my ? from morning to the night Mmmmmm (It's all right) Say, it's all right, (it's all right) It's all right, have a good time, 'Cos it's all right, whoa it's all right Everybody clap your hands, give yourself a chance You got soul, everybody knows That it's all right, whoa it's all right |
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from Balto (발토) by James Horner [ost] (1995)
Deep in the night
The winds blow cold And in a heartbeat The fear takes hold Deep in the storm There's a place that's soft and still Where the road waits to be taken If you only will The voices inside you Can lead your soul astray Believe in what you dream Don't turn away Don't you turn away Reach for the light You might touch the sky Stand on the mountaintop And see yourself flying Reach for the light To capture a star Come out of the darkness And find out who you are Somewhere in time The truth shines through And the spirit knows What it has to do Somewhere in you There's a power with no name It can rise to meet the moment And burn like a flame And you can be stronger Than anything you know Hold on to what you see Don't let it go Don't you let it go Now, there's no turning back When your destiny is calling Listen to the thunder roll And let your heart break free Reach for the light |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Higher Love
by Steve Winwood album: Back in the High Life (1986), Chronicles (1987) Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and it's real to me There must be someone who's feeling for me Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring be a higher love I could rise above on a higher love I will wait for it I'm not too late for it Until then, I'll sing my song To cheer the night along Bring it...Oh bring it... I could light the night up with my soul on fire I could make the sun shine from pure desire Let me feel that love come over me Let me feel how strong it could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Raise the window on another day
Take it as it comes Just an actor waiting for a new play Take it as it comes Ask me to dance, I will dance for you Ask me to sing, see what I do If you feel sad, I'll make jokes for you I'm a handyman, I'm still coming through If you suffer from a broken heart Take it as it comes If your lover tears your world all apart Got to take it as it comes I've played a king and a down and out fool Some like it hot, and some like it cool Do what they want, but don't be their tool Savor the throne, but don't mind the stool Carry on, carry on, carry on... If they go too far, that's the way things are Though it may hurt some, take it as it comes We're all skating on the thinnest of ice Got to take it as it comes In a world that is not so very nice Got to take it as it comes And day now the curtain may fall All the plays end, there's no curtain call If you live sad, or it you walk tall We're written on wind that's a lot to haul Carry on, carry on, carry on... If they go too far, that's the way things are Though your mind gets numb, take it as it comes |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Keep on talking all you want
Well you don't waste a minute of time Who cares, who knows what's true Coffee and tears the whole night through Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Force of habit, you could say The way they talk you're talking away Who cares, who knows what's true Your wounded pride is burning you up Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill You're sounding good to me now Keep talking on I want to hear the worst You got no right going around Talking 'bout the things that you do Keep on talking all you want Well you don't waste a minute of time Who cares, who knows what's true Coffee and tears the whole night through Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill You're sounding good to me now Keep talking on I want to hear the worst You got no right going around Talking 'bout the things that you do Talking 'bout the things Force of habit, you could say The way they talk you're talking away Who cares, who knows what's true Your wounded pride is burning you up Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom Overspill Freedom |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
It used to seem to me
That my life ran on too fast And I had to take it slowly Just to make the good parts last But when you're born to run It's so hard to just slow down So don't be surprised to see me Back in that bright part of town I'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again I'll be back in the high life again All the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in And I'll drink and dance with one hand free Let the world back into me And on I'll be a sight to see Back in the high life again You used to be the best To make life be life to me And I hope that you're still out there And you're like you used to be We'll have ourselves a time And we'll dance 'til the morning sun And we'll let the good times come in And we won't stop 'til we're done We'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again We'll be back in the high life again All the eyes that watch^Eed us once will smile and take us in And we'll drink and dance with one hand free And have the world so easily And oh we'll be a sight to see Back in the high life again We'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again We'll be back in the high life again All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in And we'll drink and dance with one hand free And have the world so easily And oh we'll be a sight to see Back in the high life again |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
While there is time
Let's go out and feel everything If you hold me I will let you into my dream For time is a river rolling into nowhere We must live while we can And we'll drink our cup of laughter The finer things keep shining through The way my soul gets lost in you The finer things I feel in m The golden dance life could be Oh, I've been sad And h^Aave walked bitter streets alone And come morning There's a good wind to blow me home So time is a river rolling into nowhere I will live while I can I will have my ever after The finer things keep shining through The way my soul gets lost in you The finer things I feel in me The golden dance life could be We go so fast, why don't we make it last Life is glowing inside you and me Please take my hand, here where I stand Won't you come out and dance with me Come see, with me, come see And lovers try 'Til they get the best of the night And come morning They are tangled up in the light So time be a river rolling into nowhere They love while they can And they think about the night so sweet The finer things keep shining through The way my soul gets lost in you The finer things I feel in me The golden dance life could be |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
The story goes, the truth is no one knows
A stranger came, a man who lost his name At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail The took him in, he let them win Over and over He said if you don't have good words to say Don't wake me up until the Judgment Day 'Cause if nothing is the way it seems Then this life is just a haunted dream And all this love is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows The darkness grows, that's how it goes Over and over He said I think of the beauty I've had And all it does is make me feel so bad First they make you think you're riding high Then they toss you off in the sky And all this life is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well Say a prayer for the stranger Listen to the stranger Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
Sometimes I think he knows too much
His confidence never needs a crutch One man is a real one, the other wants to hide One man has his mind made up, the other can't decide By the time there's nothing left to choose One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse Sometimes I think I know too much 'Bout what goes on in the real world and such Half of me is certain, the other isn't sure One half has the symptom, the other has the cure By the time there's nothing left to choose One half has the answer, the other looks for clues It's a fine line, a very fine line Split decision It's a fine line, a very fine line Sometimes I think we've come too far If we're lost and if not where we are Half of us is easy, the other half is hard Even though we do our best, we end up being scarred By the time there's nothin' left to choose One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line Split decision It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line A very fine line Sometimes I think I know too much When confidence never needs a crutch One man is a real one, the other wants to hide One man has his mind made u while the other can't decide By the time there's nothing left to choose One of us sees red, while the other sings the blues It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line Split decision It's a fine line, a very fine line It's a fine line, a very fine line A very fine line |
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from Steve Winwood - Back In The High Life (1990)
I can't believe she's going
I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me, cold on one side Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cry myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you Can I cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me But I'll control my feelings I find And I'll find hope singing The way is so ^Long But I'm going to be strong Oh, what a turn around Soon, someday I'll be bound And I'll cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me - 간 주 중 - Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cr^Yy myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you my love Breathing your perfume chills me Dreams never lie Is it true, asking you My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
The story goes, the truth is no one knows
A stranger came, a man who lost his name At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail The took him in, he let them win Over and over He said if you don't have good words to say Don't wake me up until the Judgment Day 'Cause if nothing is the way it seems Then this life is just a haunted dream And all this love is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows The darkness grows, that's how it goes Over and over He said I think of the beauty I've had And all it does is make me feel so bad First they make you think you're riding high Then they toss you off in the sky And all this life is just falling down through the years And oh, I'd rather sleep Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well Say a prayer for the stranger Listen to the stranger Wake me up on Judgment Day Let me hear golden trumpets play Give me life where nothing fails Not a dream in a wishing well |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be Alone in a cold day dawning Are you still free can you be When some cold tomorrow finds you When some sad old dream reminds you How the endless road unwinds you While you see a chance take it Find romance fake it Because it's all on you Don't you know by now No one gives you anything Don't you wonder how you keep on moving One more day your way go your way When there's no one left to leave you Even you don't quite believe you That's when nothing can deceive you ( ) ( ) And that old grey wind is blowing And there's nothing left worth knowing And it's time you should be going ( ) While you see a chance take it Find romance While you see a chance take it Find romance |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years
And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going My dearest friend till we meet again The dead are weeping for the dead |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
Help me angel
Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights You've seen all the sights You've lived through all the nights You've got something I have to know 'Cause I've still got far to go Help me angel 'Cause it's so dark everywhere Help me angel Find the magic in the air - 간 주 중 - You've got what I have to find In the sunshine in your mind Help me angel Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Help me turn on all the lights |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
I can't believe she's going
I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me, cold on one side Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cry myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you Can I cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me But I'll control my feelings I find And I'll find hope singing The way is so ^Long But I'm going to be strong Oh, what a turn around Soon, someday I'll be bound And I'll cope with today My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me - 간 주 중 - Can't believe, only me Shadows in purple thrill me I cr^Yy myself awake each night I can't believe that it's true Here I am, where are you my love Breathing your perfume chills me Dreams never lie Is it true, asking you My love is leavin' me Still I'm hoping she'll stay My love is leavin' me |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
So wild standing there
With her hands in her hair I can't help remember Just where she touched me There's still no face Here in her place So cool she was like jazz On a summer's day Music high and sweet Then she just blew away Now she can't be that warm With the wind in her arms Valerie call on me Call on me Valerie come and see me I'm the same boy I used to be Love songs fill the night But they don't tell it all Not how lovers cry out Just like they're dying Her cries hang there in time somewhere [Repeat: x3] Someday some good wind May blow her back to me Some night I may hear her Like she used to be No it can't be that warm With the wind in her arms |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal
For sharing dreams I need my woman This humble expression meagerly dressed My eyes so mean it has no meaning But jealous night and all her secret chords I must be deaf on the telephone I need my love to translate I play the piano no more running honey This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and nighttime I feel you near Warm water breathing she helps me here This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Lean streaky music spawned on the streets I hear it but with you I had to go 'Cause my rock 'n' roll is putting on weight and the beat it goes on Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and ni |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
Higher Love
by Steve Winwood album: Back in the High Life (1986), Chronicles (1987) Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and it's real to me There must be someone who's feeling for me Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring be a higher love I could rise above on a higher love I will wait for it I'm not too late for it Until then, I'll sing my song To cheer the night along Bring it...Oh bring it... I could light the night up with my soul on fire I could make the sun shine from pure desire Let me feel that love come over me Let me feel how strong it could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me
It's so good, once it starts I'll never let go I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer Under my feet, making the world go 'round, I can't come down You can't hold me when I get to feeling this way It's all over, I'm inside that music that's playing It takes me out across the wall It makes my life a carnival I go out on the street and take my chances Don't even have to ask, I know the answers |
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from Steve Winwood - Chronicles (2000)
High above the heat of a summer New York street
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone He's a preacher and a teacher And he stands up all alone Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park A poet in his madness tries to find another line And he's losing and he's using And he says he's doing fine And they look from such a height That somehow it's all right They're talking back to the night It's all that they can do Talking back to the night It's how they make it through If you listen you can hear them Their voices draw you near them They're talking back to the night for you Something seems to take every dime the man can make His dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn And he's trying hard to make it And he's trying not to burn Woman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds She takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed She gives him all she has to And it's no more than he needs |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be Alone in a cold day dawning Are you still free can you be When some cold tomorrow finds you When some sad old dream reminds you How the endless road unwinds you While you see a chance take it Find romance fake it Because it's all on you Don't you know by now No one gives you anything Don't you wonder how you keep on moving One more day your way go your way When there's no one left to leave you Even you don't quite believe you That's when nothing can deceive you ( ) ( ) And that old grey wind is blowing And there's nothing left worth knowing And it's time you should be going ( ) While you see a chance take it Find romance While you see a chance take it Find romance |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal
For sharing dreams I need my woman This humble expression meagerly dressed My eyes so mean it has no meaning But jealous night and all her secret chords I must be deaf on the telephone I need my love to translate I play the piano no more running honey This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and nighttime I feel you near Warm water breathing she helps me here This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun I'll cry and even if I'm blinded I'll try moon gazer because with you I'm stronger Lean streaky music spawned on the streets I hear it but with you I had to go 'Cause my rock 'n' roll is putting on weight and the beat it goes on Arc of a diver effortlessly, my mind in sky and when I wake up Daytime and ni |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Go down babe a slot machine to take my dime
Cunning diversion to pass the time Flash in the pan a weekend trip in any town She'll light the fuse and watch you drown From a cut-price lady to second-hand woman You're society's slave babe you're an ugly rumor Go down babe a slot machine to take my dime Cunning diversion to pass the time I wanted to say please don't go away today Tomorrow's okay |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Sundown coming down too soon, no time to be alone
So I'll take a glass of memories and understand the blues Oh they're the last thing you lose Slowdown sundown, all I really need is time For faded love songs and feelings in the wine Let them take me down the line Sunrise, a woman's eyes, good loving one warm afternoon Here's to all the strong ones who don't care if they win The kind I'll never see again Slowdown, give me just a little while It's not the darkness, it's just the night's so long Puts the sadness in the song Here's to someday when someone understands it Why life keeps turning like a mad thing Until that someday I'll just play what I have to play though I play it alone Slowdown sundown, all I really need is time For faded love songs and feelings in the wine Let them take me down the line |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me
It's so good, once it starts I'll never let go I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer Under my feet, making the world go 'round, I can't come down You can't hold me when I get to feeling this way It's all over, I'm inside that music that's playing It takes me out across the wall It makes my life a carnival I go out on the street and take my chances Don't even have to ask, I know the answers |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Out of the night burning with light
Train shining black, I won't look back, life is running Hoping some day someone will say I got it made Pull up the shade, let the sun in Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day Border patrol looking through me Towns without names all look the same, I hear crying Paris to Spain, countries in pain Caught up in flight, feeling the sight, Europe dying Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day Rolling on, hear the wheels singing, fever keep coming on so strong My ticket paid, trying to fade I hope I get there not just somewhere I was leaving Out in the dark all the wolves bark I fold my arms try to keep warm by believing Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day Hard rain following on, cold wheels moving on Everybody they're so alone down on the night train Hard rain following on, cold wheels moving on Everybody they're so alone down on the night train night train |
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from Steve Winwood - Arc Of A Diver (1990)
Time they call the universal healer
but you're back every three days Settling all around me A feather duster's no substitute for the real thing And the dust you left behind is settling still With you dawn never tasted so good Swept up like debris on a saturday night Did we ever have fun? The dust, the gentle legacy you left behind Is falling softly on my mind Dust, the timeless memory of you, i love you I do for all the little things you do and i guess i always will The dust settles again to remind me still Of memories i've cherished so long Hold me close to your side cause my love won't decay anymore Memories of hope of those long summer days And the dust you left behind is settling still With you dawn never tasted so good Swept up like debris on a saturday night Did we ever have fun? The dust, the gentle legacy you left behind Is falling softly on my mind Dust, the timeless memory of you, i love you I do for all the little things you do and i guess i always will The dust settles again to remind me still Of memories i've cherished so long Feeling your body stretched so long, what was it went to wrong, That our love, our love it was gone but our friendship going strong Feeling your body stretched so long, what was it went to wrong, That our love, our love it was gone but our friendship going strong |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
'Til I find out, where will I go, where will I go
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where The space is between my eyes Open up the heavenly skies Death awaits with pearly gates Those who've been mesmerized Many years has come and gone Went to see a standing stone Some in circles, some alone Ancient, worn and weather torn They chill me to the very bone Many of these can be seen In quiet places, fields of green Of hedgerow lanes with countless names But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones [Chorus:] Space age before my eyes Opening up the skies Devil waits at the pearly gates For those wh have been mesmerized Many a years has come and gone But progress marches slowly on In nature's paint, she hides the stain Cause everybody is going insane The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones Roll right stones (7X) [Chorus] 'Til I find out, where will I go, where will I go I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where The space is between my eyes Open up the heavenly skies Death awaits with pearly gates Those who've been mesmerized Many years has come and gone Went to see an ancient mound People buried underground Long ago, will never know What it was like to hear their sounds Black crow, I know you've been here You've see the sights of yesteryear You steal the grain of the conquered plain But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones [Chorus x2] |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sitting all alone by the fireside
Listen to the wind in the chimney top Haven't slept for days, and I'm still wide eyed Try not to think, but my mind won't stop Evening shadows making my heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody's looking for something in life Not everyone's finds what they're looking for Everybody wants a little happiness in life But everyone can open the door Morning wakens, making my heart sing out Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through
I believed you when you said we should both try something new I was drowning inside here with a love that was so true But you laughed right in my face and there was nothing I could do Once I took a walk across the hill to see what I could see I saw a light falling from the sky and land beneath a tree The light it gave was oh, so bright that it took away my care I ran back to the house to tell you but you were not there When you've loved someone dearly it's so hard not to regret Memories that have faded, suddenly you can't forget I know I was not dreaming when you walked right out the door Just a feeling that told me my love was gone for evermore When you think you've found the key, the door just slips away And so you walk the floor all night until the break of day Somewhere in your mind you know that things will be alright Because everything in life is equal just like the day and night You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through I believed you when you said that we should both try something new Something new |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream Gerrard
Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked On long blue ribbons That he may see while he sleeps Monsieur Old Neddy, he wears spectacles in bed That he may see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be They think it should be done with reality I scream from a skull. Fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Graveyard people with graveyard minds
Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst straight lines Scorning the gypsies camped out in the fields What do they know of the warrior's shield? Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Follow shop stewards like so many sheep Sowing the seed that our children will reap Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Get it together, no one knows how we feel Sowing the seed that our children will reap |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Tell me how you want me to be, then look again and you will see
That I'm still the same love Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love You can learn how to play Born like you were in a terrible mess, didn't know what it was to have a new dress You just wanted to scream out my name Till somebody said, 'Let me take you to bed' And with money and lies they filled up your head You were barely thirteen, a child from the villages So fresh on the scene |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
You walk and talk and move around in circles
Your friends telling you you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered membranes of your mind If I could talk to you for just one minute Then you would know what it is I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why Your old man's headed for the final pay-off The joker that you got is fading too And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off Are gonna tear the flesh right off you The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys Trying, trying to compete And all at once the room begins to thunder And all that's left is the stain on the sheet The prostitute is standing on the corner Suffering so much pain to stay alive She's so real, that life itself bows down before her She couldn't make that nine to five While the president is crying, crying in the White House The prime minister's really got the blues All the heads of state are busy playing cat |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me Ruling my mind I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound The scenery is all the same to me Nothing has changed or faded I'm a part of it, some part of me Painted cool green, and shaded So, try to find myself must be the only way To feel free |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand about Lewis's Alice? We fit all our lives into regular patterns All that we really know is that we're really living "The man who makes the world - his wisdom seeks to know his mind. And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not talk, And have a friend to find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet. The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind. Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet." You've nothing to hide, so why try to hide it? I know there are some, but they're screwed up inside If you need a reason for all this I'm singing It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Seems that I had just to stay
The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never die and I Hope they never find me here I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said "Don't ask about the field where you once played Atomic Factories have replaced" and I Hope they never find me here The horse I ride has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry The car I drive has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying Meals I eat have changed into a concentrated vacuum The air has come to be as one Time to leave has just begun The world is waiting its a fact To stage the last and final act and Hope I never find me there There There.... |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again its nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn! When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun Dont be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real Where 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness r eigned all year round Where music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass It stuck to my coat And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me Ruling my mind I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound The scenery is all the same to me Nothing has changed or faded I'm a part of it, some part of me Painted cool green, and shaded So, try to find myself must be the only way To feel free |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through
All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion There is only one who means more than all to me And through the lady, in a dream I've learned to live with everyone Mother, father, all my friends, have seen me have my day But now I find that there's no need in trying to run, though it's been fun Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
We are not like all the rest
You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. If for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Well if for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. Who knows (who knows, who knows) what tomorrow may bring (repeat to fade) |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Reflected in the water is a face that you don't know And isn't it surprising when you find out it's your own And so you try to find out whether it is friend or foe And what it is it wants from you, and what it wants to know Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Well, you're wrapped up in your little world and no one can get in You sit and think of everything, then you wonder where you've been Put the blame on someone that you've hardly ever known And then you realize too late the blame was all your own Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
As time begins to burn itself upon me
And the days are growing very short People try their hardest to reject me But in a way, their conscience won't be caught Something's happened to me day by day My pebble on the beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live So often I have seen that big wheel of fortune Spinning for the man who holds the ace There's many that would change their places for him But none of them have ever seen his lonely face Something is happening to me day by day My pebble on the beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice
And I was too confused to see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens No one here has ever reached your centre Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought Or you may lose the meaning of your venture. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms of eternity Fighting the fish up from the deep Oh how I wish the lake would not sleep Following dreams into the blue There you will see, hidden from view Trees in the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart
He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits He leaves you, he leaves you Freedom rider With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies Big man crying with defeat, see people gathering in the street You feel him, you feel him Freedom rider When lightning strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found Forever, forever Freedom rider Here it comes |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Found someone who can comfort me
But there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane But I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good When everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling bad So I got something to show *Staring at empty pages Centered 'round the same old fire Staring at empty pages Burning along the edges Often lost and forgotten The weakness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard But I got something to show *Repeat |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too
Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well Blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger He's but a stranger to himself Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
There were Three Men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn must die. They've plowed, They've sown, They've harrowed him in, Thrown clods upon his head. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, 'Til the rains from Heaven did fall. And little Sir John sprung up his head, And so amazed Them all. They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day, 'Til he looked both pale and wan. And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard, And so become a man. They've hired men with their scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him to the Heart. And the Loader, he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart. They've wheeled him around and around a field, 'Til They came unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord him skin from bone,. And the Miller, he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, Proved the strongest man at last. The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly to blow his horn. And the Tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? I think it's only fair Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky Together we will go and see what waits for us A backdoor to the universe that opens doors |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
We are not like all the rest
You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. If for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Well if for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. Who knows (who knows, who knows) what tomorrow may bring (repeat to fade) |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
It's already written that today will be one to remember
The feeling's the same as being outside of the law Had to cry today Well I saw your sign and I missed you there I'm taking the chance to see the wind in your eyes while I listen You say you can't reach me but you want everyone to be free Had to cry toady Well I saw your sign and I missed you there It's already written that today will be one to remember The feeling's the same as being outside of the law Had to cry toady Well I saw your sign and I missed you there I'm taking the chance to see the wind in your eyes while I listen You say you can't reach me but you want everyone to be free Had to cry toady Well I saw your sign and I missed you there |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key. But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home. Come down on your own and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting all these years. Somebody holds the key. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. Still I can't find my way home, And I ain't done nothing wrong, But I can't find my way home. |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Well all right so I've been foolish
Well all right let people know 'Bout the dreams and wishes that you dream In the night when lights are low [Chorus] Well all right, Well all right You know we'll live and love with all our might Well all right, Well all right You know our lifetime love will be all right Well all right so I'm not working Well all right let people say That those foolish kids can't be ready For the love that comes their way [Chorus] Well all right so I've been foolish Well all right let people know 'Bout the dreams and wishes that you dream In the night when lights are low [Chorus] |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
I have finally found a way to live just like I never could before
I know that I don't have much to give, but I can open any door Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I have finally found a way to live in the colour of the Lord I have finally found a place to live just like I never could before And I know I don't have much to give, but soon I'll open any door Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score I have finally found a place to live, oh, in the presence of the Lord In the presence of the Lord I have finally found a way to live, just like I never could before And I know I don't have much to give, but I can open any door Everybody knows the secret, I said everybody knows the score I have finally found a way to live in the colour of the Lord In the colour of the Lord |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I'm feeling close to where the race is run Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Once the door swings open into space and I'm already waiting in disguise Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Having trouble coming through, through this concrete, blocks my view And it's all because of you Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Do right, use your head, everybody must be fed
Get together, break your bread, yes, together, that's what I said Do what you like Don't fight Don't fight, use your head, it's all right every night Do what you like, that's what I said Everybody must be fed, do what you like Open your eyes, realize you're not dead Take a look at an open book Do what you like, that's what I said, do what you like Do right, use your head, everybody must be fed Get together, break some bread, yes together, that's what I said Do what you like Open your eyes, use your head, realize that you're not dead Take a look at an open book, let it cook That's what I said, do what you like |
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from Blind Faith - Blind Faith (1999)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key. But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home. Come down on your own and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting all these years. Somebody holds the key. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. But I can't find my way home. Still I can't find my way home, And I ain't done nothing wrong, But I can't find my way home. |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Hold on to me when you're falling
When you're falling down to the ground Hold on to me when you feel like When you feel like you can't go on Don't be afraid I'll never refuse you Playing with a broken heart that's lame again Don't be ashamed to reach out and take my helping hand It's so easy to be, to be free, All you got to do is Hold on to me when you're falling Hold on to me when you're falling down Hold on to me when you're falling down to the ground. (Hold on to me when you're falling, hold on to me when you're falling) Reach out to me when you're crying When you're crying out in the rain Reach out to me when you feel like when you Feel like you can't stand the pain. Don't be ashamed to hold your head up Walking to this state of mind ain't' no big deal Don't be afraid to reach out and there's a friendly sky Take your clue. all you've got to do is Hold on to me |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Every day there's something new that's going around
Crazy people getting all dressed up to paint the town Business men they shake their heads and then they frown Everybody tries so hard to put them down It seems to me that maybe they got something going And if you don't make an effort, then you got no way to know Time is running out Woman, can you hear me clear? I hope that you can Before you go to sleep at night Take care of your man And if you want a love that will always be around forever Then you finally get it, ah, but you ain't gonna have it together Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Johnny drives a Thunderbird, he's in a big rage Always being criticized for being his age In his nose a safety pin and life's a razor blade He's so sick of everything that's been made It seems to me that maybe he's got bad frustration And all we can do is try and give the right information Oh, 'cause time is running out Population on the move So don't you delay Get yourself right in the groove 'N' hear what I say It's no good being lazy You've got to get up on your feet and shout 'Cause it'll make you crazy When you realise you've been left out Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out In the future there's no room People standing on your toes Mother nature's on the run Everybody's got a gun Soldiers walking in the street Giving off a lot of heat There just ain't enough to eat If you're poor, you've got no meat Advertising in the sky They like to stick it in your eye So mad it will make you cry All the things that you don't need Trouble in the family (Said, separation and the [sea?]) There is no more unity (Remind me what it used to be) Complications everywhere (It seems to me it has to be) [?] people stare (You know it's true and) Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Television in my home (People watching every day) Someone's talking on the phone (I can't hear a word I say) There's no time to be alone (There's no time to get away) Wonder why your mind is blown (Nervous breakdown every day) Take me where the air is clean To the country, fresh and green I just cannot stand this pace Sorry, but there's no such place Time is running out, running out (Repeat and fade) |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Take me away beyond the night
Take me away before the day Happens nowhere else but here Where can I go Except for the show? And sometime from now -and it won't be long I'm gonna stay in my home country And you see it, can you see it? Let me tell you' bout someone I knew Communicated but he didn't know how Telepathy Met a lady but he didn't know who Midland maniac Pouring out his soul to me He's a prisoner but he thinks he's free He has no one in the world to be Let me tell you 'bout a thing or two I sail the ocean just to get to you Telepathy I hear you calling but you can't get through Midland maniac Pouring out my soul to you I hope you get it and I know you do That is one thing I can do for you Take you away beyond the night Take you away before the day Happens nowhere else but here Where can I go- except for the show? And sometime from now-and it won't be long I'm gonna stay in my home country And you see it, can you see it? |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going My dearest friend till we meet again O-ku Nsu-kun No-ko The dead are weeping for the dead |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Some people get lonely, while some people get blue
But nobody can tell you just what you should do Somebody is laughing while somebody is crying While one child is born, there's somebody dying You hold the key in the palm of your hand, my love And it seems to me There ain't no [special crime? sense in crying?] in heaven above There's something about you, I don't know what you got But you and me girl, we're gonna give it a shot Feel my luck's in, I feel like I'm flying I don't want to see nobody crying If you saw my love Then you'd know what I mean She's the only one That makes this world like a dream I think it's amazing just what you can do When somebody wants you, and their love is true Hot love is a fire, and you can get burned I once was [?], now my luck's turned Luck's In |
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from Steve Winwood - Steve Winwood (2006)
Sometimes it's hard to express what you feel
While trying to say the things that are real I don't want to fight for fighting just brings pain Just want to hold you in my loving arms again Let me see the sunrise shining in your eyes Taste the winds and feel blue skies I've heard all I can tell all your troubles and strife Let me make something Let me make something in your life Sometimes I catch myself talking loud While others I get lost in a crowd Then all my thoughts is being scared and get lost Cause I paid for my freedom too high a cost Let me see the sunrise Let me see the sunrise I've been so lonely and I've been so blue Now without you, there's nothing I can do Why can't we try and make amends? We used to be good friends, why? I don't want to lose you We don't have to say goodbye. |
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from Steve Winwood - Nine Lives (2008)
Black night down heavy on my weary brow
Light shining in the pouring rain Can see somehow cold comfort in the broken trees But I won't let it bring me to my knees I'm not flying, but I'm not drowning now Keep driving, don't matter if the highway's lost Keep running, never turn your head Count the cost ghost waiting where the roads all cross Big deal waiting when you get to meet the boss Clouds are breaking, I'm not drowning now Drowning now... Flying, but I'm not drowning now... Sad old man smiling with a shameful grin He thinks that we never can lose Never beat the dealer when he cuts the pack First back to front, then deal front to back Now I'm flying, I'm not drowning now... |
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