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Badly Drawn Boy - Once Around the Block
You quiver like a candle on fire I'm putting you out Maybe tonight we could be the shout But I'm fascinated by your style Your beauty will last for a while
You're feeling instead of being The more that I live on the inside There's nothing to give I'm infatuated by your moves I've got to search hard for your clues
I want to repair your desire And call it a gift That I stole from just wanting to live Now I see the vision thru your eyes Your innocence no longer fuels surprise
Trying to outrun your fear Running to lose Heart on your sleeve and your sole in your shoes Take a left, A sharp left And another left, meet me on the corner And we'll start, again.
Wild Strawberries -- Minions
Any last requests before I go Time is fading fast and feeling slow Hit me when I start to dream When I whisper maybe close the screen I'm not asking for opinions Spare me all your little minions I just want to wake inside my dreams I don't know what makes me happy Just give me joy and make it snappy Paste my numbered soul with magazines Someone made a killing on tv Everyone was willing no one free All the kids in china stores Know that living makes them sore
CHORUS
Blessed are the meek for they shall see Everything that we've already seen Everybody we have known Every thing that's overgrown
CHORUS
Wild Strawberries -- Concho Y Toro
You know everything I'm saying You know long before I speak
I saw you at the side of the road with her hands around your neck I saw you at the side of the rode and you know I want you back You're my Concho Y toro Concho y toro
I don't mind what they are saying I know you're my little red I met you at the liquor store you were hanging with your friends I can tell as much by the way you blush there will be no bitter end
I love kissing you in doorways I get drunk when you are near I want you like a worn out suit wants another glass of gin When I'm with you I can't stand up I want to know where you begin
You're my Concho y toro Concho y toro
Bjork - Unison
One hand loves the other so much on me
Born stubborn me Will always be Before you count 1 2 3 I have grown my own private branch Off this tree
You gardener you Discipliner domestically I can obey all of your rules And still be me
I never thought I would compromise
Let's unite tonight We shouldn't fight Embrace you tight Let's unite tonight
I thrive best hermit-style With a beard and a pipe And a parrot on each side Now I can't do this without you
I never thought I would compromise Let's unite tonight… One hand love the other so much on me Let's unite tonight.
Area - Too Far Away
Too Far Away Baby blond hair and big blue eyes ??? against the big blue sky ??? cloud is lost at sea You and me
You won't remember what depend On these secret thoughts I've sent You think ???? want to know What you know Too Far Away
I know I'm missing something good It just turned out that way
All the demands ?upon the minds? Can't describe from Baby's smile Can't make me wish for someplace new Just home to you
I know I'm missing something good It just turned out that way
Whenever I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord your soul will keep Whether I'm near or ??? today Too Far Away
Low - Transmission
Radio - live transmission Radio - live transmission
Listen to the silence - let it ring on Eyes, widening, too frightened of the sun We can have a fine time living in the night Left to our destruction, waiting for a sight waiting for a sight waiting for a sight waiting for a sight
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
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Chris Brown & Kate Fenner -- Whoever built this would never live here
How can all our work not mean better days How can so much hope disappear Walk so many streets and they seem to say Whoever built this would never live here Hear the clicking of counting coins Like footsteps running further away You can buy your distance from anyone But don't come any closer, it just doesn't pay
It's next to my heart It's next to my skin It's where I might start How can we
Begin to understand all the tragedy When meaning always bows to agenda One more child abducted & murdered means One more politician selling protection Just how many jails do they plan to build The suburb walls get higher and higher Distance just a loan & the interest due In the violence you meet When you walk your own street Is next to our hearts It's next to our skins We can't even start We cannot begin
How can all our work not mean better days Greed just burns up all we do good Property is made out of everything & need is thrown to fire like wood all the clicking of counting coins like footsteps running further away when you can buy your distance from anyone why would you come any closer, it just doesn't pay
Chris Brown & Kate Fenner -- The Lesser Amount
Most times I'm down for an argument, but not tonight, not tonight Tonight I don't' want to have to explain what is wrong, it's not right Tonight I don't care who is owed, tonight I don't care who's to blame 'cause tonight has a chill that won't be warmed no matter how hot the anger of yesterday's flame I'm not living for sympathy, nobody governs my mind by me I don't care if I'm understood, I'm trying too hard just to make good The crimes of a few we all have to account, by and by, by and by The greater's still held by the lesser amount in our time, in our time We sit around life's table with a poker face And in our hands the human race O, hail to the chief, deal me an ace Pour me a drink, Cause I can't keep the pace So much daring and self abuse, no one caring, there is no use Who made hopelessness bravery? Who made impotence chivalry? What kind of times are these? Governed by violence and stress? What kind of game do you play where the stakes get raised but the prize gets less I want to take this on, I want to share the blame I can do better than guilt, I can do better than shame For the crimes of a few we all have to account The greater's still held by the lesser amount Get a response, don't trust what is real Make someone pay for the way that you feel I'm not living for sympathy, nobody governs my mind but me Trying hard to be understood, trying harder to just make good
David Sylvian -- Scent of Magnolia
In the coldest hour something's going down Whatever pierced the heart it didn't make a sound I am terrified but I'm not losing sleep If I'm falling then I'm falling at her feet
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl I'm selling my soul again, I'm gaining the world Every sense defies this impossible dream None of the history books describe what I've seen
The rose, the breath, the undying spark The lotus heart's open, embracing the dark The uncharted road is the not-coming-back The language I speak is the words that I lack The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars
Well I know your name or recognize your face Or by what means I'll be delivered from this place Here comes the gun, there goes the flash Once the bullet leaves it's never coming back
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl And every detail embodies the world What kind of goals define this impossible dream None of the picture-books reflect all I've seen
I'm leaving America, I'm taking the girls I'm far from the future and ambush the world
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl And every detail embodies the world What kind of goals define this impossible dream None of the history books describe where I've been
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl I'm far from the future and ambush the world
Bettie Serveert - White Tales
Too scared to move a mile, Now why can't we stay here for awhile. Dark clouds are overhead, Don't worry 'bout a thing I said. It was self-defense, Can I lower my defenses, now. I couldn't lie to you, Why can't I lie to you. White tales and party threads, Now who put these words inside my head? 'Cause I'm at the cellardoor and I've never felt this way before. Under the circumstance, Can I lower my defenses, now? I couldn't lie to you, Why can't I lie to you. You're so self-controlled that it makes you sad. Oh, I couldn't lie to you, Why can't I lie to you. How can I hold what I've never had? Pick a side, pick a room, Dress me up in sweet perfume. I wanna know you got it so bad, I wanna hear you say it's driving you mad On and on and on. I couldn't lie to you, Why can't I lie to you. You're so self-controlled that it makes you sad. Now I couldn't lie to you, Why can't I lie to you. I couldn't lie to you, now.
Jet's To Brazil -- Chinatown
Candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind The tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind Live on the freeway listen to signs and we drive by feel Be a believer believe everything you'll be right Half the time Candle is waking takes my apartment I bask in it's magic All of the firefighters put out my fires took all my matches Staying up later waking up old and I'm leaving her never Ordering all friends and lovers and we're making our weather with a lone light bulb I'm tired of fighting so I'm demolished--that's the way Some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that' their way I'm just a question knowing my answer I hope I'm wrong
But I know the answer it's four in the morning I'm right again and I'm Chinatown
Now in a hurry rubbing up urgent to get home to Dot Was my missed mistress messed up my mattress I missed the catch Last of the pitchers catfish done hunting Harry Lundt Most of the killers never get famous and it's hard on everyone I'm tired of fighting
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