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City_And_Colour___Body_in_a_Box

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'Body In A Box Lyrics[Verse 1]\nThere\'s a funeral procession on the highway\nTraffic screeches to a halt\nThere\'s people searching for a better way\nTo live their lives, oh oh\n"Johnny lived a good life" you\'ll hear them say\nAs tears of sadness soak the ground\nThe reaper crept in took his breath away\nIn the middle of the night, oh oh\n\n[Chorus]\nWe celebrate the lives of the dead\nIt\'s like a man\'s best party only happens when he dies\nWe gather round to pay our respects\nWhile their souls are still searching for the light\nSearching for the light\n[Verse 2]\nSo please don\'t come to me on my dying day\nJust let me go in peace\nWith all the things that I forgot to say\nRacing through my mind, oh oh\nAnd don\'t you bury me six-feet underground\nJust burn my body in a box\nAnd let my ashes blow with the wind\nOut into the night sky\n\n[Chorus]See City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also like3Embed', 'default'

Hanne_Hukkelberg___Cast_Anchor

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"Cast Anchor Lyrics[Intro]\nLa la la la la....\n\n[Verse 1]\nOnce I had this urge to go sailing\nLeaving the shore in a boat of wood\nSailing, sailing on, all alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI will cast anchor a place where it's calm\nAnd stay for a while\nSit back and wonder\nHow things are down under and smile\n[Chorus]\nNot the urge to go somewhere else\nNot the urge to blow away\nNot the urge to travel far\nBut the urge for standstill\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can imagine the fine weather\nSun rays playing between kind waves\nA jumping fish says hello\nAnd the birds are singing\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI will cast anchor a place where it's calm\nAnd stay for a while\nAnd I'll sit back and wonder\nHow things are down under and smile\n\n[Chorus]\nNot the urge to go somewhere else\nNot the urge to blow away\nNot the urge to travel far\nBut the urge for standstill\n\nNot the urge to go somewhere else\nNot the urge to blow away\nNot the urge to travel far\nBut the urge for standstill\nYou might also likeNot the urge to go somewhere else\nNot the urge to blow away\nNot the urge to travel far\nBut the urge for standstill\n\n[Outro]\nBut the urge for standstill\nThe urge for standstill\nStandstillEmbed", 'default'

Aerosmith___Rag_Doll

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"Rag Doll Lyrics[Chorus 1]\nRag Doll living in a movie\nHot tramp Daddy's little cutie\nYou're so fine they'll never see you leaving by the back door, man\nHot time get it while it's easy\nDon't mind come on up and see me\nRag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before\n\n[Verse]\nI'm feeling like a bad boy\nMmm just a like a bad boy\nI'm ripping up a Rag Doll\nLike throwing away an old toy\nSome babe's talking real loud\nTalking all about the new crowd\nTry and tell me of an old dream\nA new version of the old scene\nSpeak easy on the grape vine\nKeep shuffling in a shoe shine\nOld tin lizzy do it until you're dizzy\nGive it all you got until you're put out of your misery\n[Chorus 1]\nRag Doll living in a movie\nHot tramp Daddy's little cutie\nYou're so fine they'll never see you leaving by the back door, man\nHot time get it while it's easy\nDon't mind come on up and see me\nRag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before\n\n[Chorus 2]\nYes I'm moving\nYes I'm moving\nGet ready for the big time\nTap dancing on a land mine\nYes I'm moving\nYes I'm moving\nOld tin lizzy do it until you're dizzy\nGive it all you got until you're put out of your misery\n\n[Chorus 1]\nRag Doll living in a movie\nHot tramp Daddy's little cutie\nYou're so fine they'll never see you leaving by the back door, man\nHot time get it while it's easy\nDon't mind come on up and see me\nRag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nYes I'm moving\nYes I'm moving\nGet ready for the big time\nGet crazy on the moonshine\nYes I'm moving\nI'm really moving\nSloe gin fizzy, do it until you're dizzy\nGive it all you got until you're put out of your misery\n\n[Chorus 1]\nRag Doll living in a movie\nHot tramp Daddy's little cutie\nYou're so fine they'll never see you leaving by the back door, man\nHot time get it while it's easy\nDon't mind come on up and see me\nRag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before\n\nRag Doll living in a movie\nHot tramp Daddy's little cutie\nYou're so fine they'll never see you leaving by the back door, man\nHot time get it while it's easy\nDon't mind come on up and see me\nRag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before7Embed", 'default'

Jeff_Buckley___Opened_Once

sad

"Opened Once LyricsI once was open at one with a travelling heart\nI loved this sweet guide\nJust like affection rushing in your riverbed\nArise like applause in my head\n\nAnd in the half-light where we both stand\nThis is the half-light, you see me as I am\n\nJust like the ocean, always in love with the moon\nIt's overflowing now, inside you\nWe fly right over the minds of so many in pain\nWe are the smile of light that brings the rain\nIn the half light where we both stand\nIn the half light you saw me as I am\nI am a rail road track abandoned\nWith the sunset forgetting I ever happened\nThat I ever happenedYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Clifford_T_Ward___Home_Thoughts_From_Abroad

happy

"Home Thoughts from Abroad LyricsI could be a millionaire if I had the money\nI could own a mansion, no I don't think I'd like that\nBut I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny\nAnd you could tell your friends in England you'd like that\nBut now I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us\nAnd a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss\nHow is Worcestershire? Is it still the same between us?\nDo you still use television to send you fast asleep?\nCan you last another week? Does the cistern still leak?\nOr have you found a man to mend it?\nOh, and by the way, how's your broken heart?\nIs that mended too? I miss you\nI miss you, I really do\nI've been reading Browning, Keats and William Wordsworth\nAnd they all seem to be saying the same thing for me\nWell I like the words they use, and I like the way they use them\nYou know, Home Thoughts From Abroad is such a beautiful poem\nAnd I know how Robert Browning must have felt\n'Cause I'm feeling the same way about you\nWondering what you're doing and if you need some help\nDo I still occupy your mind? Am I being so unkind?\nDo you find it very lonely, or have you found someone to laugh with?\nOh, and by the way, are you laughing now?\n'Cause I'm not, I miss you\nI miss you, I really do\n\nI really doYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Black_Label_Society___Fear

sad

"Fear LyricsThe sun that's set on our souls\nAll that's lost as the day is old\nWhen the truth becomes one big lie\nSo low you never know when you're high\nAnd you thought that you knew it all\nThink again, in the end we all fall\nWhen the truth becomes one big lie\nSo low you never know when you're high\n\nOh, back home\nOh, back home\nOh, the fear of being alone\nThe floors that rattle and shake through my head\nThe doors that slam that wake me in bed\nWhen the truth becomes one big lie\nSo low you never know when you're high\n\nOh, back home\nOh, back home\nOh, the fear of being alone\nOh, the fear of being alone\n\nOh, the fear of being alone\nOh, the fear of being alone\nOh, the fear of being aloneSee Black Label Society LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Firehouse___Love_Of_A_Lifetime

happy

"Love of a Lifetime LyricsI guess the time was right for us to say\nWe'd take our time and live our lives\nTogether day by day\nWe'll make a wish and send it on a prayer\nWe know our dreams can all come true\nWith love that we can share\n\nWith you I never wonder\nWill you be there for me?\nWith you I never wonder\nYou're the right one for me\n[Chorus]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\n\nWith every kiss, our love is like brand new\nAnd every star up in the sky\nWas made for me and you\nStill, we both know that the road is long\nWe know that we will be together\nBecause our love is strong\n\n[Chorus]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nLove of a lifetime\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nI finally found the love\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nOh, forever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetimeEmbed", 'default'

Brian_Eno___No_One_Receiving

happy

"No One Receiving Lyrics[Verse 1]\nIt will shine and it will shudder as I guide it with my rudder on its metaled ways\nIt will cut the night before it as it leaves the day that saw it on its metaled ways\nNobody passes us in the deep quiet of the dark sky\nIn the- Nobody sees us alone out here among the stars\n\n[Chorus]\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Verse 2]\nThrough a fault of our designing, we are lost among the windings of these metal ways\nBack to silence back to minus with the purple sky behind us in these metal ways\nNobody hears us when we're alone in the blue future\nNo one receiving the radio's splintered waves\n\n[Chorus]\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways, in these metal days\nIn these metal ways...You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Combichrist___without_emotions

sad

'Without Emotions LyricsWithout emotions\nWithout feelings\nWithout love\nWithout hate\n\nBreath is just a clock\nTicking\nTicking\nTicking\n\nWithout emotions\nWithout feelings\nWithout love\nWithout hate\nBreath is just a clock\nTicking\nTicking\nTickingYou might also like1Embed', 'default'

Jack_Johnson___Middle_Man

sad

"Middle Man Lyrics[Verse 1]\nWell he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it\nBut someone plays evil tricks on that kid\nWell he's not necessarily trying to say god can't be trusted\nBut someone plays evil tricks on that kid\nAnd certain situations scream for deviations\nBut somehow he always gets stuck in the middle\nOf this and that and man he should try less\nBecause every time he's rejected, man, he loses affection\n\n[Chorus]\nBut don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time\nMaybe give a friend a call instead of making him confused\nWhat a terrible thing for you to do\nWhat an awful thing for you to say\nWhat a terrible thing for you to relay\n[Verse 2]\nWell I know some people's they got a little less than nothing\nBut still find some to spare\nAnd other people got more than they could use\nBut they don't share\nAnd some people got problems man\nThey got awful complications\nOther people got perfect situations\nWith no provocation\n\n[Chorus]\nBut don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time\nMaybe give a friend a call instead of making him confused\nWhat a terrible thing for you to do\nWhat an awful thing for you to say\nWhat a terrible thing for you... Confused\nWhat a terrible thing for you to do\nWhat an awful thing for you to say\nWhat a terrible thing for you to relay\n\n[Outro]\nSomehow we always get stuck in the middle\nConfused, what an awful thing for you to do\nConfused, what an awful thing for you to saySee Jack Johnson LiveGet tickets as low as $72You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Entombed___Left_Hand_Path

anger

"Left Hand Path LyricsI am my own God\nMaster slave and I will be beyond the grave\nNo one will take my soul away\nI carry my own will and make my day\n\nI am my own God\nSee the truth beyond\nThrough endless lies thy kingdom come\nGlorified wisdom illumination tool\nSelf deceit it's the golden rule\nLive your life you're gonna die your own death\nThere's no one above that's gonna take your breath\n\nMay the evil drown in its source\n\nI dip my forefinger in the watery blood\nOf your impotent redeemer\nAnd write over his thorn torn brow\nThe true Prince of Evil\nWhat man's created\nMan can destroy\nBring to light\nThat day of joyYou might also like4Embed", 'default'

Blue_Six___All_I_Need

calm

"All I Need LyricsYou never have to lie\nDon't build a wall and hide behind it\nLet's see what we can find\nLet me show you what I like\n\nDon't waste another night\nLet's build a dream and live inside it\nDon't be afraid to fly\nBaby, show me what you like\n\nAll I want baby\nIs to have enough\nAll I need angel\nIs someone to trust\nAll I fear sugar\nIs to care too much\nAll I need baby\nIs to know I'm loved\nI want us to be right\nTo have out hearts both come alive here\nI pray our dreams survive\nBaby, give your love tonight\n\nAll I want baby\nIs to have enough\nAll I need angel\nIs someone to trust\nAll I fear sugar\nIs to care too much\nAll I need baby\nIs to know I'm lovedYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Every_Mothers_Son___Come_On_Down_To_My_Boat

happy

"Come On Down to My Boat LyricsShe sits on the dock a fishin' in the water, uh huh\nI don't know her name she's the fisherman's daughter, uh huh\nCome on down to my boat, baby\nCome on down where we can play\nCome on down to my boat baby\nCome on down, we'll sail away\n\nShe smiled so nice like she wants to come with me, uh huh\nBut she's tied to the dock and she can't get free\nCome on down to my boat, baby\nCome on down where we can play\nCome on down to my boat, baby\nCome on down, we'll sail away\nFish all day, sleep all night\nFather never lets her out of his sight\nSoon I'm gonna have to get my knife and cut that rope cut that rope\n\nThen we can go fishin' in my little red boat\nMake you happy in my little red boat\nSo come on down to my boat baby\nCome on down where we can play\nCome on down to my boat, baby\nCome on down, we'll sail away\n\nCome on down to my boat, baby\nCome on down where we can play\nCome on down to my boat, baby\nCome on down we'll sail awayYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Eric_Johnson___All_About_You

happy

"All About You Lyrics[Verse 1]\nOh yeah, through the pouring rain\nI still feel the same, all about you\nIt's true, many folks agree\nThe answer can be all about you\n\n[Chorus]\nCircles get broken\nFrom the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nIs that how it's got to be?\n[Verse 2]\nAll I've got to say\nPlease don't slip away, when life abounds you\nAnd you know, hurts a lot, the pain\n'Cause it's not the same without you\n\n[Chorus]\nCircles get broken\nFrom the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nIs that how it's got to be?\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou gave me music first\nI still have the thirst, oh to love you\nYou know we still have a chance\nThings could still turn right, all within you\n\nSo throw out all those hurting shoes\nPlease don't turn on you, life's about you\nAnd come on, 'cause you're the king of hearts\nNow a brand new start, is all about you\nYeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nCircles get broken\nBy the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nIs that how it's got to be?\nYou might also likeAnd circles get broken\nBy the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nThat's the way it's got to beEmbed", 'default'

Angtoria___God_has_a_plan_for_us_all

sad

"God Has A Plan For Us All LyricsLet his holy choir sing in sodomy, praise be!\nSurrender your body and your soul unto him, demoralize me!\n\nSo he crept into my room\nWhispered my name, took my innocence away\nI´m only five, a pervert's concubine\n\nGod has a plan for us all\nI've been touched by the hand of god\nMy sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy\nYou do not believe in him but he believes in you\nHe wants you to repent all your sins. Let him in, inside you!\n\nGod has a plan for us all\nYou are one of God's children\nGet on your knees, Serve him well, my child\n\nI´ve fallen prey to the devil in disguise\n\nGod has a plan for us all\nDon´t say a word or you'll go to hell\nGod has a plan for you all\nOpen up for him; let Jesus in!\nHis sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy!You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Alcazar___Crying_At_The_Discoteque

happy

"Crying at the Discoteque Lyrics[Verse 1]\nDowntown's been caught by the hysteria\nPeople scream and shout\nA generation's on the move\nWhen disco spreads like a bacteria\nThose lonely days are out\nWelcome the passion of the groove\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe golden years, the silver tears\nYou wore a tie like Richard Gere\nI wanna get down, you spin me around\nI stand on the borderline\n[Chorus]\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI saw you crying\nI saw you crying at the discoteque\nI saw you crying\nI saw you crying at the discoteque\n\n[Verse 2]\nTonight's the night at danceteria\nThe joining of the tribe\nThe speakers blasting clear and loud\nThe way you dance is our criteria\nThe DJ takes you high\nLet tears of joy baptise the crowd\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe golden years, the silver tears\nYou wore a tie like Richard Gere\nI wanna get down, you spin me around\nI stand on the borderline\n\n[Chorus]\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nI saw you crying\nI saw you crying at the discoteque\nI saw you crying\nI saw you crying at the discoteque\n\n[Bridge]\nThe passion of the groove\nGeneration on the move\nJoining of the disco tribe\nLet the music take you high\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe golden years, the silver tears\nYou wore a tie like Richard Gere\nI wanna get down, you spin me around\nI stand on the borderline\n\n[Chorus]\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discoteque\nCrying at the discotequeEmbed", 'default'

Dar_Williams___Spring_Street

calm

'Spring Street Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI\'m sorry that I left you\nWith your questions all alone\nBut I was too happy driving\nAnd too angry to drive home\nOh I was thinking about the easy courage\nOf my distant friends\nThey said I could let this bridge wash out\nAnd never make amends\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCan I blow this small town\nMake a big sound\nLike the star of a film noir postcard?\nCan I just forget the frames I shared with you?\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can\'t believe what they\'re saying\nThey\'re saying I can change my mind\nStart over on Spring Street\nI\'m welcome anytime\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell there are Spring Street storefront daisies\nFloating on their neon stems\nThere are new shirts on the clothes racks\nShould I feel like one of them?\nI can find a small apartment\nWhere a struggling artist died\nAnd pretend because I pay the rent\nI know that pain inside\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYeah, let\'s watch the tour bus stop and tell us\n"Here\'s the scene of a spring green life dream\nTake the best part\nWrite it in your caffeine diary"\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can\'t believe what they\'re saying\nThey\'re saying I can leave tonight\nStart over on Spring Street\nI\'m welcome anytime\nHey yeah, mmm\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nThis year April had a blizzard\nJust to show she did not care\nAnd the new dead leaves\nThey made the trees look like children with gray hair\nBut I\'ll push myself up through the dirt\nAnd shake my petals free\nI\'m resolved to being born\nAnd so resigned to bravery\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYeah the one who leaves this also grieves this\nToo much rain on a prairie flood plain\nHouses floating, love is like that\nWe built on the river, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd that\'s to say, yeah I\'m leaving\nBut I don\'t have to go there\nI don\'t have to go to Spring Street\n\'Cause it\'s spring everywhere\n\n[Outro]\nHey yeah\nHey yeah\nHey yeah yeah yeah yeah hey yeah hey\nHey yeahEmbed', 'default'

CKY___As_The_Tables_Turn

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"As the Tables Turn LyricsAs it all disappears\nCan't you see that I'm sneering from ear to ear?\nI call it hardly a shame\nNo consistency sustained\n\nIt's synthetic to take your own advice\nBut you can't avoid it\nNow it's dramatic to be your own disguise\nWhen the butcher's hand is mine\n\nThere is no room to improve\nThere's no demand for the product of your next move\nFuel you were using to burn\nIs charing you in return\nIt's synthetic to take your own advice\nBut you can't avoid it\nNow it's dramatic to be your own disguise\nWhen the butcher's hand is mine\n\nSpare the world the speech\nWe're out of reach\nAs the tables turn\nNo blood for the leech\nAs the tables turn\nSpare the world the speech\nAs the tables turn\n\nBad karma eats you alive\nContrived intentions will never be revived\nRecalled to settle the score\nLess of you is more\n\nIt's synthetic to take your own advice\nBut you can't avoid it\nNow it's dramatic to be your own disguise\nWhen the butcher's hand is mine\n\nSpare the world the speech\nWe're out of reach\nAs the tables turn\nNo blood for the leech\nAs the tables turn\nSpare the world the speech\nAs the tables turn x4You might also like2Embed", 'default'

Jarvis_Cocker___Big_Julie

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"Big Julie LyricsIt was a summer when for long time she'd not been a member\nShe belonged to no club and she was a member of nothing in the world\nAnd she was afraid\n\nShe's by herself again in the quiet secret night\nBelow the neighbor's window\nHands in pockets, head on one side\nAnd the radio plays an unknown song\nThat has nothin' at all to do with God\nBut it's miles away from this sad town\nAnd the stupid kids who get her down\nJust wait until Big Julie rules the world\nBig Julie rules the world\nWell, the radio still plays\nFloating beyond time\nLike the greatest people in the world\nAll springin' up and feelin' fine\nAnd it's far away from these sweaty lads\nWho say that boys cannot be slags\nAnd if it's not them then it's their dads\nLike the guy who felt her up in class\nAnd the Sunday school teacher\nWho said she had beautiful breasts\nAnd the local radio DJ who is so obviously obsessed\nYeah, form an orderly queue when Big Julie rules the world\nBig Julie rules the world\n\nYeah, go and chase your dreams\nBut if your dreams are not your own\nThen wouldn't it be better\nJust to work things out at home?\nAnd she knows sex is just for dummies anyway\nSomething you do when you've run out of things to say\nBut this song will play until the light\nIt's the sound of her tryin' to find somethin' to like\nThe sound of her walkin' day and night\nAnd this song may lead her far away\nBut tonight it seems to light the way\nAnd she can almost see the future shine\nAnd everything's in tune and everything's in time\nIt will play until the day\nBig Julie rules the world\nBig Julie rules the worldYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Crystal_Castles___Violent_Dreams

sad

"TranslationsEnglishViolent Dreams Lyrics[Pre-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nWon't you let me?\nWell, you know I can drive\nPlease, let me take your car\nWon't you let me take your car?\n\n[Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nTwo policemen in the car behind\nNot on duty but they stopped\nAnd just before the car caught fire\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\n[Post-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nWon't you let me?\nWell, you know I can drive\nPlease, let me take your car\nWon't you let me take your car?\n\n[Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nTwo policemen in the car behind\nNot on duty but they stopped\nAnd just before the car caught fire\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\n\n[Post-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd ratherYou might also like2Embed", 'default'

Elysian_Fields___Timing_Is_Everything

sad

"Timing Is Everything LyricsI want you to understand\nYou're under observation now\nYou and your monkey gland\nI can't get involved\nYou're knockin' on my pretty pink house\nJust like a wrecking ball\n\nTiming is everything\nYou can't catch me with that string\nTiming is everything\nIt's everything to me\nWash up your face\nParading around with that sauce\nSuch a mad disgrace\nI can't get involved\nYou're knockin' on my pretty pink house\nAnd sugar may dissolve\n\nTiming is everything\nYou can't touch me with that thing\nTiming is everything\nIt's everything to me\n\nThink we're gonna need a rope\nA high powered telescope\nWrap your legs around the radio\nGet ready for my solo\n\nTiming is everything\nYou can't catch me with that thing\nTiming is everything\nIt's everything\nO timing is everything\nYou can't catch me with that thing\nTiming is everything\nIt's everything\nIt's everything\nIts everything\nTo meYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Like_A_Star

happy

"Like a Star Lyrics[Verse 1]\nJust like a star across my sky\nJust like an angel off the page\nYou have appeared to my life\nFeel like I'll never be the same\nJust like a song in my heart\nJust like oil on my hands\nHonor to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nStill I wonder why it is\nI don't argue like this\nWith anyone but you\nWe do it all the time\nBlowing out my mind\n[Verse 2]\nYou've got this look I can't describe\nYou make me feel like I'm alive\nWhen everything else is au fait\nWithout a doubt, you're on my side\nHeaven has been away too long\nCan't find the words to write this song\nOh, your love\n\n[Chorus]\nStill I wonder why it is\nI don't argue like this\nWith anyone but you\nWe do it all the time\nBlowing out my mind\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow I have come to understand the way it is\nIt's not a secret anymore\nCause we've been through that before\nFrom tonight I know that you're the only one\nI've been confused and in the dark\nNow I understand\n\n[Chorus]\nI wonder why it is\nI don't argue like this\nWith anyone but you\nI wonder why it is\nI won't let my guard down\nFor anyone but you\nWe do it all the time\nBlowing out my mind\nYou might also like[Verse 1]\nJust like a star across my sky\nJust like an angel off the page\nYou have appeared to my life\nFeel like I'll never be the same\nJust like a song in my heart\nJust like oil on my hands22Embed", 'default'

Dido___Thank_You

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"TranslationsTürkçeThank You Lyrics[Verse 1]\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why\nI got out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be grey\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad\nIt's not so bad\n\n[Verse 2]\nI drank too much last night, got bills to pay\nMy head just feels in pain\nI missed the bus and there'll be hell today\nI'm late for work again\nAnd even if I'm there, they'll all imply\nThat I might not last the day\nAnd then you call me\nAnd it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life\n\n[Verse 3]\nPush the door, I'm home at last\nAnd I'm soaking through and through\nThen you handed me a towel\nAnd all I see is you\nAnd even if my house falls down now\nI wouldn't have a clue\nBecause you're near me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my lifeYou might also like35Embed", 'default'

Black_Flag___Wasted

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'Wasted LyricsI was so wasted\n\nI was a hippie\nI was a burnout\nI was a dropout\nI was out of my head\nI was a surfer\nI had a skateboard\nI was so heavy man, I lived on the strand\nI was so wasted\n\nI was so fucked up\nI was so messed up\nI was so screwed up\nI was out of my head\n\nI was so jacked up\nI was so drunk up\nI was so knocked out, I was out of my head\n\nI was so wasted\n\nI was wastedYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Lively_Up_Yourself

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'Lively Up Yourself Lyrics[Intro]\nWooo\nOh\nOh, yeah\nOh, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nYou\'re gonna lively up yourself Lively up yourself\nAnd don\'t be no drag\nYou lively up yourself Lively up yourself\nOh, reggae is another bag\nYou lively up yourself Lively up yourself\nAnd don\'t say: "No"\nYou\'re gonna lively up yourself Lively up yourself\n‘Cause I said so\n[Verse]\nDo what you gon\' do\nYou rock so, you rock so You rock so, you rock so\nLike you never did before, yeah\nYou dip so, you dip so You dip so, you dip so\nDip through my door\nYou come so, you come so You come so, you come so\nOh, yeah\nYou skank so, you skank so You skank so, you skank so\nBe alive today\n\n[Chorus]\nYou\'re gonnalively up yourself Lively up yourself\nAnd don\'t say: "No"\nYou lively up yourself Lively up yourself\nBig daddy said so, y\'all\nYou lively up yourself Lively up yourself\nAnd don\'t be no drag\nYou lively up yourself Lively up yourself\n\'Cause reggae is another bag\n\n[Bridge]\nWhat you got that I don\'t know\nI\'ma tryin\' to wonder, wonder, wonder why you\nWonder, wonder why you act so, yeah\nHey, you hear what the man say?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nLively up your- Lively up yourself\nYour woman in the morning time, y\'all\nKeep on livelying up your woman when the evening come Lively up yourself\nAnd take her, take her, take her, take her\nCome on, baby, \'cause I, I wanna be lively myself, y\'all\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nLively up yourself\nLively up yourself\nYou\'re gonna rock so, you rock so\nYou rock so, you rock so You rock so, you rock so\nYou dip so, you dip so You dip so, you dip so\nYou skank so, you skank so You skank so, you skank so\nAnd don\'t be no drag\nYou come so, you come so\nOh, reggae is another bag\nGuess what you got in that bag\nOh, what you got, did you have a bag you got hangin\' there?\nWhat you say you got?\nI don\'t believe ya2Embed', 'default'

Brian_Wilson___Surfs_Up

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"Surf’s Up Lyrics- Part 1 -\n\n[Verse 1]\nA diamond necklace played the pawn\nHand in hand some drummed along, oh\nTo a handsome mannered baton bygone, bygone\n\n[Verse 2]\nA blind class aristocracy\nBack through the opera glass you see\nThe pit and the pendulum drawn bygone, bygone\n[Bridge]\nColumnated ruins domino\nCanvass the town and brush the backdrop\nAre you sleeping?\n\n[Verse 3]\nHung velvet overtaken me\nDim chandelier awaken me\nTo a song dissolved in the dawn bygone, bygone\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe music hall, a costly bow\nThe music, all is lost for now\nTo a muted trumperter swan bygone, bygone\n\n[Bridge]\nColumnated ruins domino\nCanvass the town and brush the backdrop\nAre you sleeping, Brother John?\n\n- Part 2 -\n\n[Verse 1]\nDove-nested towers the hour was\nStrike the street quicksilver moon\nCarriage across the fog\nTwo-Step to lamp lights cellar tune\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nThe laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne\nThe glass was raised, the fired rose\nThe fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting\nWhile at port, adieu or die\n\n[Verse 3]\nA choke of grief hard hardened, I\nBeyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry\n\n[Verse 4]\nSurf's up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm\nAboard a tidal wave\nCome about hard and join\nThe young and often spring you gave\nI heard the word\nWonderful thing\nA children's song\n\n- Part 3 [Children Is Father Of The Man Reprise] -\n\n[Refrain]\nA children's song Child, child, child, the child, the child, father of child\nHave you listened as they played? Child, child, the child, father of child\nTheir song is love Child, child, child, the child, the child, father of child\nAnd the children know the way Child, child, the child, father of child\nA children's song Child, child, the child, the child, father of child\nHave you listened as they played? Child, child, the child, father of child\nTheir song is love That's why the child is father of the man\nAnd the children know the way Child, child, the child, father of child\nA-child\n\n- End of the Second Movement -Embed", 'default'

BBMak___Still_On_Your_Side

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"Still On Your Side LyricsI'm still on your side\n\nYou found a place where you belong\nNew friends that can do no wrong\nThat's what you believe\nBut who is going to be there when you fall\nTo build up when you're feeling small\nGive you love that you need\nWho will, I will\nWhen the whole world turns against you\nAin't no lie\nDon't you know that I will stand up for you\nNo matter what you're going through\nI'm still on your side\nAny time, day or night\nDon't care if it's wrong or right\nI'm still on your side\n\nYou want to run you want to break free\nWhat you want ain't what you need\nCan't you see that I care\nI know I'm hard on you sometimes\nBut when you are looking for the things you can't find\nDon't you know who'll be there\nWho will, I will\nWhen it's more than you can handle\nAin't no lie\n\nDon't you know that I will stand up for you\nNo matter what you're going through\nI'm still on your side\nAny time, day or night\nDon't care if it's wrong or right\nI'm still on your side\n\nI'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there\nI'll be there when you need me\nI won't let you go\nThere's nothing I won't do, I'll be there\nYou might also likeDon't you know that I will stand up for you\nNo matter what you're going through\nI'm still on your side\nAny time, day or night\nDon't care if it's wrong or right\nI'm still on your side\n\nI will be around when the others let you down\nI'm still on your side\nAnytime you need help and you can't find nobody else\nI'm still on your sideEmbed", 'default'

Cowboy_Junkies___Thirty_Summers

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"Thirty Summers LyricsCaught in the vice of heaven and earth\nHe turned his life into a cell\nImprisoned by the doubts which hound us all\nAnd those desires which we all know so well\nHis days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams\nAnd he would wake in the hours before sunrise\nAnd dread the coming of the day\n\nNever thought a man could become so desperate\nNever thought a life could lose so much hope\nTo be tearing at the roots around you\nAs if in manacles, or irons, or ropes\nThey say he told his children that all he taught was lost\nThat love and pride and honesty\nWere to be gained at too high a cost\nIt's been thirty summers that I've spent with him\nAnd I expect thirty more to pass\nHe has blessed my life in so many ways\nThat I could never turn my back\nBut I need just one more reminder\nOf the man that he used to be\nIf he would just look deep into my eyes\nAnd say it's in you my love that I will find the keySee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Death_Cab_for_Cutie___I_Will_Follow_You_Into_The_Dark

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'I Will Follow You into the Dark Lyrics[Verse 1]\nLove of mine, someday you will die\nBut I\'ll be close behind, I\'ll follow you into the dark\nNo blinding light or tunnels to gates of white\nJust our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark\n\n[Chorus]\nIf Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied\nIlluminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs\nIf there\'s no one beside you when your soul embarks\nThen I\'ll follow you into the dark\n[Verse 2]\nIn Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule\nI got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black\nAnd I held my tongue as she told me, "Son\nFear is the heart of love," so I never went back\n\n[Chorus]\nIf Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied\nIlluminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs\nIf there\'s no one beside you when your soul embarks\nThen I\'ll follow you into the dark\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou and me have seen everything to see\nFrom Bangkok to Calgary and the soles of your shoes\nAre all worn down, the time for sleep is now\nIt\'s nothing to cry about \'cause we\'ll hold each other soon\nIn the blackest of rooms\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied\nAnd illuminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs\nIf there\'s no one beside you when your soul embarks\nThen I\'ll follow you into the dark\n\n[Outro]\nThen I\'ll follow you into the darkSee Death Cab for Cutie LiveGet tickets as low as $46You might also like72Embed', 'default'

Alice_In_Videoland___Falling

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"Falling LyricsThis bleeding heart keeps calling\nCan't stop my world from falling\nFrom falling, from falling, from falling\nApart\n\nI made myself sick today\nI'm slipping away\nAnd seem to stick to the gates\nI laid myself down to sleep\nIt's hard to wake up\nWhen you have fallen to deep\nI've eaten myself up\nBelieving I'm someone\nBut something's hide and something's left and done\n\nThis bleeding heart keeps calling\nCan't stop my world from falling\nFrom falling, from falling, from falling\nApart\n\nThis bleeding heart keeps calling\nCan't stop my world from falling\nFrom falling, from falling, from falling\nApart\n\nI promised that I wouldn't feel\nKeeping what's real\nMy heart is not made of steel\nThere's no escape, no return\nAs far as I know, I'll never leave\n\nBeen waiting for so long\nBetrayed and on my own\n'cause I have played a game that can't be won\n\nThis bleeding heart keeps calling\nCan't stop my world from falling\nFrom falling, from falling, from falling\nApart\nYou might also likeThis bleeding heart keeps calling\nCan't stop my world from falling\nFrom falling, from falling, from falling\nApart\n\nThis bleeding heart keeps calling\nCan't stop my world from falling\nFrom falling, from falling, from falling\nApartEmbed", 'default'

Janis_Joplin___Half_Moon

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"Half Moon Lyrics[Pre-Chorus]\nHalf moon, night time sky\nSeven stars, heaven's eyes\nSeven songs on seven seas\nJust to bring all your sweet love home to me\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, you fill me like the mountains\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou fill me like the sea, Lord\nNot coming past but still at last\nYour love brings life to me\nYour love brings life to me, hey\n[Verse]\nRings of cloud and arms aflame\nWings rise up to call your name\nSun rolls high, Lord, it burns the ground\nJust to tell about the first good man I found\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, you fill me like the mountains\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou fill me like the sea, Lord\nNot coming past but still at last\nYour love brings life to me\nYour love brings life to me, hey\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHalf moon, night time sky\nSeven stars, heaven's eyes\nSeven songs on seven seas\nJust to bring all your sweet love home to me\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, you fill me like the mountains\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou fill me like the sea, Lord\nNot coming past but still at last\nYour love brings life to me\nYour love brings life to me, hey\nYou might also likeHey, you fill me like the mountains\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou fill me like the sea, Lord\nNot coming past but still at last\nYour love brings life to me\nYour love brings life to me, hey\n\n[Outro]\nWon't you bring life to me\nI said you're going to ride around\nWhen I'm on a little home babe\nBring it on home, you bring it on home\nBring it on home, bring it on home\nI said your love brings life to me, yeahEmbed", 'default'

Ash___Innocent_Smile

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"Innocent Smile Lyrics[Verse 1]\nTripping 'round the town as the sun comes down\nFlying with your friends with the stars alive\nTripping 'round the town as the sun comes down\nFlying with your friends with the stars alive\nRunning on a high from the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high from the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\n\n[Chorus]\nSomething knocked me down and I fell far to the ground\nI lost it all in one night\nJust wandering around\n[Verse 2]\nVandalism's fun when there's nothing to do\nBreak a few things, say it wasn't you\nVandalism's fun when there's nothing to do\nBreak a few things, say it wasn't you\nLet it all kick in, take you for a ride\nStrapped to a rocket heading for the sky\nLet it all kick in, take you for a ride\nStrapped to a rocket heading for the sky\n\n[Chorus]\nSomething knocked me down and I fell far to the ground\nI lost it all in one night\nJust wandering around\n\n[Verse 3]\nThat's when I got the shiver that reawoke my mind\nSwinging on a chandelier hanging from the sky\nYou turned it all around, it only took a smile\nSwinging on a chandelier hanging from the sky\nHanging from the sky\n\n[Outro]\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smileYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Great_Lake_Swimmers___Great_Lake_Swimmers

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"Great Lake Swimmers LyricsThe currents want to pull you down\nThe bottom is empty, invisible\nWhere is the shore\nOh I can't see it anymore\nFeeling so tired, have to keep floating\nThe bottom is so far away\nThe shore is so far away\nThe finish line is out of sight\nI won't give up without a fight\nIt's such a long swim\nThe waves are coming at full force\nAnd even though I thrash about\nIt only makes it worse\nI only get more tired\nHave I gotten out so far\nI don't know where the boat docks are\nAnd the moon just laughs at me\nA sickle in a cotton veil\nWill I make it through this gale\nIt's such a long swim\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swim\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swim\n\nI was standing on a pier\nWas it very far from here\nNothing but the water sounds\nAnd if I had it in a glass\nI could drink it down and laugh\nI would laugh and drink it down\nThe water is so pure tonight\nIt brings you life yet makes you drown\nThe fish must be laughing\n\nI have seen the boats of steel\nI have used a fishing reel\nI am bobbing like a cork\nIn this never-ending dark\n\nI am soaked from toe to chin\nI will not let the water in\nIs there any use at all\nTo fight against this heavy tide\nWill it take me in its stride\nIt's such a long swim\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swim\nYou might also likeI was sitting in the sand\nWaves were tumbling with the wind\nThey pulled him out\nThey pulled him in\nThe stretcher brought him back again\nThe sirens let the swimmers know\nNot to wrestle undertoes\nIt's such a long swim\n\nAnd now there is no sign of land\nThe breakers are behind me now\nSplashing in a hopeless flow\nFar above the muddy sand\n\nWill I dry off on the rocks\nWill I ever see the docks\nThe beacons must have all burnt out\nI am flooded with this doubt\nIt's such a long swim\n\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swim\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swim\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swim\nIt's such a long swim, it's such a long swimEmbed", 'default'

Arab_Strap___Cherubs

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"Cherubs Lyrics[Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nI see cherubs swarm around the bed and swooping down\nTo kiss your head\nOnly when you're wrecked\nDo you agree with all my plans for you and me\nThe walls breathe, we're locked tight\nIt's a lovely end to an ugly night\n\n[Outro]\nI think I could burst but I'm sure it'll keep\nThe strobe in my head keeps me from sleepYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Concrete_Blonde___Roxy

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"Roxy LyricsAll the young dudes\nFeather'd & possessed\nA sparkling sequined mess\nSo special\n& so eloquent\nHeavensent\nWhat I meant to say is\nOf all the sounds I hear\nWith my humble human ear none\nAre as delicious\nOr nutritious\nO roxy\nYou're my maggie may\nMore beautiful tonight\nThan you ever were back in the day\nO roxy, your golden boys\nMake a beautiful noise\nAfter all these years\nYou still bring tears to my eyes\n\nSweeter sounds\nFrom space were never heard\nOr a perfect turn of word\nLike a whirlwind\nYou blow in again\n& all the songs\nHave been in my head\n& heart for o so long\nIt's like listening to a kiss\nOh, you'll never know\nHow very much we missed you\nDearest\n\nO roxy\nYou're my maggie may\nMore beautiful tonight\nThan you ever were back in the day\nO roxy, your golden boys\nMake a beautiful noise\nAfter all these years\nYou still bring tears to my eyesYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Doro___Black_rose

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"Black Rose LyricsI heard your echo\nAs I walked these halls\nI saw your picture\nOn the stone cold walls\nI remembered you telling me\nYour love would never die\nAnd then you turned your back and said\nGood luck and goodbye\n\nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd my heart turns dark as a storm grows\nAnd where you've gone only heaven knows\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\nI saw your taillights\nFading down the street\nI held that black rose\nAnd it smelled so sweet\nA thorn cut my fingertip\nI hurt so deep inside\nAnd I tasted the bad blood of\nA good love that died\n\nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd my heart turns dark as a storm grows\nAnd where you've gone only heaven knows\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\n\nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd where you've gone only heaven knows\nAnd I now live where no angel goes\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\nA black roseYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Alice_Cooper___Youre_My_Temptation

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"You’re My Temptation LyricsDon't touch your lips\nDon't wear your hair like that\nI feel your presence all around me\nDon't get too close\nDon't move your eyes like that\nBecause they're deep enough to drown me\n\nIt don't get hot like this in Heaven\nPlease hide me in a holy place\nYou fool me with your angel face\nProtect my soul I love each day\nYour master knows where I'm my weakest\nMercy please, I'm on my knees\nYou're my temptation\nMeasure my faith, the devil's awake\nHe knows you're my temptation\n\nDon't call my name\nDon't brush my cheek like that\nI curse the day that I found you\nDon't touch my skin\nDon't dance around like that\nI feel damnation all around you\n\nAnd so I raise my voice to Heaven\nYou fool me with your angel face\nPlease hide me in some holy place\nYour master knows when I'm awake\nProtect my soul, I'm only human\n\nMercy please, I'm on my knees\nYou're my temptation\nLook down and see, deliver me\nFrom my dark sensation\nGive me faith, don't let me waste\nYou're my temptation\n\nCome to me\nYou're such a liar\nWon't you come to me\nMove closer to the fire\nJust come to me\nNo, no, no\nWon't you come to me\nAnd I will set you free\nYou might also likeNo, no, no, no!\n\nMercy please, I'm on my knees\nYou're my temptation\nMeasure my faith, the devil's awake\nHe knows you're my temptation\nMercy please, I'm on my knees\nYou're my temptation\nGo away in Heaven's name\nYou're my temptation\nGo away, just go away\nMy dark sensationEmbed", 'default'

Huggy_Bear___No_Sleep

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"No Sleep LyricsNo sleep till the location's found\nNo sleep till that man is out of town\nNo sleep till I can't hear the sound\nOf your voice, your voice telling me there is no choice\nYour voice, your voice telling me there is no choice\n\nNo sleep till that man is found\nNo sleep till that man is out of town\nNo sleep till I can't hear the sound\nOf your voice your voice telling me there is no choice\nYour voice your voice your voice\nThere is a choice!You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

KT_Tunstall___Under_The_Weather

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"Under the Weather LyricsUnder this national raincloud\nI'm getting soaked to the skin\nTrying to find my umbrella\nBut I don't know where to begin\nAnd it's simply irrational weather\nI can't even hear myself think\nConstantly bailing out water\nBut still feel like I'm gonna sink\n\nCos I'm under the weather\nJust like the world\nSo sorry for being so bold\nWhen I turn out the light\nYou're out of sight\nAlthough I know that I'm not alone\nFeels like home\nFeels like home\nYou say you feel like a natural person\nYou haven't got nothing to hide\nSo why do you feel imperfection\nCut like a sword in your side\n\nCos you're under the weather\nJust like the world\nSo sorry for being so bold\nWhen I turn out the light\nYou're out of sight\nAlthough I know that I'm not alone\nFeels like home\n\nFeels like home\nFeels like home\nFeels like home\nYes, it feels like home\nYes, it feels like home\n\nOh cos I'm under the weather\nJust like the world\nAnd I need somebody to hold\nWhen I turn out the light\nYou're out of sight\nAlthough I know that I'm not alone\nIt feels like homeYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Kelis___Goodbyes

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"Goodbyes LyricsHeaven knows that, I love ya so\nBut he don't know, what's real\nAll I see, is you and me\nBut you ain't tryin' to hear me\n\nI don't know what tomorrow's bringin'\nAll I know is your doorbell's ringin'\nOn that front, let's not waste more precious time\nWhen that cab door closes, I'm in it\nAnd when that plane takes off, you'll regret it\nDon't look like that, you know that makes me cry\nHello, Goodbyes, just told so right\nSaid I love ya, I want ya\nDon't wanna make ya mad\nWell I'm comin' home anyway\nHello, Goodbyes, just told so right\nSaid I love ya, I want ya\nDon't wanna make ya mad\nWell I'm comin' home anyway\n\nWhat should I do, to soothe your heart?\n'Cuz if I stay, might go astray, and fall apart, hear me out\n\nI don't know what tomorrow's bringin'\nOr how I'm going to make it tonight\nWithout you or the other side of your back\nWhen that cap door closes, I'm in it\nAnd when that plane takes off, you'll regret it\nI know, babe, this is hard, but don't give up yet\n\nHello, Goodbyes, just told so right\nSaid I love ya, I want ya\nDon't wanna make ya mad\nWell I'm comin' home anyway\nHello, Goodbyes, just told so right\nSaid I love ya, I want ya\nDon't wanna make ya mad\nWell I'm comin' home anyway\nYou might also likeBabe, I gotta make time for me... before I can make time for you\nSo we can have time for us, ya know?\n\nThink about when I get back, baby\nYour heart don't have to be hurt, baby\nTill then, I'll miss you, miss you, miss you\n\nHello, Goodbyes, just told so right\nSaid I love ya, I want ya\nDon't wanna make ya mad\nWell I'm comin' home anyway\nHello, Goodbyes, just told so right\nSaid I love ya, I want ya\nDon't wanna make ya mad\nWell I'm comin' home anywayEmbed", 'default'

Katharine_McPhee___Over_It

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"Over It Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI'm over your lies\nAnd I'm over your games\nI'm over you asking me when you know I'm not okay\nYou call me at night\nAnd I pick up the phone\nAnd though you be telling me, I know you're not alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, and that's why\nYour eyes\nI'm over it\nYour smile\nI'm over it\nRealized\nI'm over it, I'm over it\nI'm over...\n[Chorus]\nWanting you to be wanting me\nNo, that ain't no way to be\nHow I feel, read my lips\nBecause I'm so over I'm so\nMoving on and it's my time\nYou never were a friend of mine\nHurt at first a little bit, but now I'm so over\nI'm so over it\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm over your hands\nAnd I'm over your mouth\nTrying to drag me down\nAnd fill me with self doubt\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, and that's why your world\nI'm over it\nSo sure\nI'm over it\nI'm not your girl\nI'm over it, I'm over it\nI'm over...\n\n[Chorus]\nWanting you to be wanting me\nNo, that ain't no way to be\nHow I feel, read my lips\nBecause I'm so over I'm so\nMoving on and it's my time\nYou never were a friend of mine\nHurt at first a little bit, but now I'm so over\nSo over it\nI'm so over it\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOh\nDon't call, don't come by\nAin't no use, don't ask me why\nYou'll never change\nThere'll be no more crying in the rain\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, oh-oh\nI'm over it\n\n[Chorus]\nWanting you to be wanting me\nNo, that ain't no way to be\nHow I feel, read my lips\nBecause I'm so over I'm so\nMoving on and it's my time\nYou never were a friend of mine\nHurt at first a little bit, but now I'm so over\nSo over it\nI'm so over it\nI'm over it\n\n[Outro]\nWanting you to be wanting me\nNo, that ain't no way to be\nHow I feel, read my lips\nBecause I'm so over I'm so\nMoving on and it's my time\nYou never were a friend of mine\nHurt at first a little bit, but now I'm so over\nSo over it\nI'm so over itEmbed", 'default'

Jah_Cure___True_Reflection

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'True Reflection LyricsBehind these prison walls\nDoing my paces, doing my time\nI am spendin\' my restless nights\nVisioning faces, oh they all cry, cry\n\nPrison a no bed a roses\nDe levity it makes me bawl\nI wish that Jah could come\nAnd take us back in time\n\nBut I swear, that I could be a betta man\nYes, I swear, if only you could understand\nThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\nThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\nBehind these metal bars to Jah Jah, I\'m chanting\n"Pray for your love divine"\nI\'m oh so sorry a man, deeply I\'m hurting\nThe price ordained to be mine\n\nImpossible to see the changes\nThat I\'ve made in my life\nAll they see is just the boy\nThey left behind\n\nAnd I swear, that I could be a betta man\nYes, I swear, if only you could understand\nThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\nThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\n\nDon\'t judge me wrong\n\'Cause now I\'m stronger than I was before\nI was young and unwise\nDidn\'t you hear my cry\n\nImpossible to see the changes\nThat I\'ve made in ma life\nAll they see is just the boy\nI left behind\n\n\'Cause I swear, I could be a betta man\nYes, I swear, if only you could understand\nI swear, I could be a betta man\nYes, I swear, if only you could understand\nYou might also likeThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\nThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\nThe faith in me shall set me free, reflections\n...Embed', 'default'

Blue_Foundation___My_Day

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'My Day LyricsAs we’re nearer to the end;\nHere we are again\nSeems like we’re always working\nAt this time of year\n\nWe have come a long way, my friend\nHow many hours we have spent\nSeems like we’re always working\nAt this time\n\nThis is my day\nAnd I wanted you to know\nThis is my day\nAnd I’m gonna be okay\nThrough the steady sweep of days\nKeeping focus as the currents race\nSeems like we’re always working\nAt this time\n\nThis is my day\nAnd I wanted you to know\nThis is my day\nAnd I’m gonna be okayYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Alice_In_Videoland___Got_To_Go

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"Got To Go LyricsIt's not you, it's me\nIt's true you see\nI always wanted it to be easy\nJust to please me\nI feel trapped when I'm not slapped\nBut I'm not sleazy\n\nI got to got to go\nI can't be with you tonight\nHoney now you know\nThat it's black and white\nLet's stay in touch\nIt's been fun\nI'm in a rush\nI gotta run\nI'm just about getting out\nOn my own tonight\nIt's running late you know\nIt's time to go\nI found what I've been looking for\nI can't rest, I want your best\nI'm not ashamed\nLet's start the gameYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Amandine___Stitches

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"Stitches LyricsI broke though the stitches\nOf your wounded heart\nAnd ruined the sketches\nFor our brand new start\n\nSo this is where I ended up\na loveless place\n'cause I never know when to stop\ncame face to face\nWith a liar's grace\nI broke all the mirrors\nTo keep you at bay\nA brutal reminder\nNo matter what you say\n\nSo this is where I ended up\na loveless place\n'cause I never know when to stop\ncame face to face\nWith a liar's graceYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Death_From_Above_1979___Dead_Womb

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"Dead Womb Lyrics[Intro]\nLa cocaína no es buena para su salud\nLa cocaína is not good for you\n\n[Verse 1]\nSo many girls I know poison their wombs for sure\nI'm sick of all these whores poisoning their...\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nI know you think you have it all but you will never even...\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\n[Verse 2]\nYou will never even know\nYou think you have control\nOne day we'll lose you all\nOne day we'll...\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nI know you think you have it all but you will never even...\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in clubs with their cocaine\n\n[Outro]\nChapter 14\nChapter 14\nChapter 14\nChapterYou might also like2Embed", 'default'

David_Sylvian___The_Boy_With_The_Gun

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'The Boy With The Gun Lyrics[Verse 1]\nHe knows well his wicked ways\nA course of bitterness\nA grudge held from his childhood days\nAs if life had loved him less\nReading down his list of names\nHe ticks them one by one\nHe points the barrel at the sky\nFiring shots off at the sun\n\n[Chorus]\n"I am the law and I am the King\nI am the wisdom, listen to me sing"\n[Verse 2]\nHe carves out the victim\'s names\nIn the wooden butt of the gun\nHe leans well back against the tree\nHe knows his Kingdom\'s come\nHe\'ll breath a sigh self satisfied\nThe work is in good hands\nHe shoots the coins into the air\nAnd follows where the money lands\n\n[Chorus]\n"I am the law and I am the King\nI am the wisdom, listen to me sing"\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe pauses at the city\'s edge\nOf hellfire and of stone\nHe summons up the devil there\nTo give him courage of his own\nHe\'ll free the sinners of deceit\nThey\'ll hear his name and run\nHis justice is his own reward\nMeasured out beneath the sun\n\n[Chorus]\n"I am the law and I am the King"\nAnd my name\'s on the gun\n"I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"\nMy name\'s on the gun\n"I am the law and I am the King\nI am the wisdom, listen to me sing"\nYou might also like[Instrumental]\n\n[Outro]\nWork has just begun\nFor the boy with the gun, ohhEmbed', 'default'

Katie_Melua___Crawling_Up_A_Hill

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'Crawling Up a Hill Lyrics[Verse 1]\nEvery morning about half past eight\nMy mama wakes me, says "Don\'t be late"\nGet to the office, trying to concentrate\n\n[Refrain]\nMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo I stop one day to figure it out\nI\'ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt\nTo sing the blues that I know about\n[Refrain]\nMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill\n\n[Bridge]\nMinute after minute\nSecond after second\nHour after hour goes by\nWorking for a rich girl\nStaying just a poor girl\nNever stop to wonder why\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo here I am in London town\nA better scene I\'m gonna be around\nThe kind of music that won\'t bring me down\n\n[Refrain]\nMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill\n\n[Verse 4]\nEvery morning \'bout half past eight\nMy mama wakes me says "Don\'t be late"\nI get to the office, tryin\' to concentrate\n\n[Refrain]\nMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill\nYou might also like[Verse 5]\nSo I stop one day to figure it out\nI\'ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt\nTo sing the blues that I know about\n\n[Refrain]\nMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill\n\n[Bridge]\nMinute after minute\nSecond after second\nHour after hour goes by\nWorking for a rich girl\nStaying just a poor girl\nNever stop to wonder why\n\n[Verse 6]\nSo here I am in London town\nA better scene I\'m gonna be around\nThe kind of music that won\'t bring me down\n\n[Refrain]\nLife is just a slow train\n\n[Verse 7]\nSo, so, so here I am in London town\nA better scene I\'m gonna be around\nThe kind of music that won\'t bring me down\n[Refrain]\nMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hillEmbed', 'default'

Home_Video___We

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"We LyricsYou've come so far, weary child\nWe can feel the ache in your bones\nYou've been dragging so long\nThey never spoke your tongue\n\nWe will shelter you\nThere will be no more ridicule\nWe will love you always\nIt can be this way if you come to me\n\nYou were in a spin, front to back\nYou would wonder if you were wrong\nYou felt lost in space\nBut everything is as it should\nWe knew this all along\nWe promise you\n\nWe will shelter you\nThere will be no more ridicule\nWe will love you always\nIt can be this way if you come to meYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Joan_Baez___Its_All_Over_Now__Baby_Blue

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"It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue LyricsYou must leave now, take what you need, you think will last\nBut whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast\nYonder stands your orphan with his gun\nCrying like a fire in the sun\nLook out the saints are comin' through\nAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue\n\nThe highway is for gamblers, better use your sense\nTake what you have gathered from coincidence\nThe empty-handed painter from your streets\nIs drawing crazy patterns on your sheets\nThis sky, too, is folding under you\nAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue\nAll your seasick sailors, they are rowing home\nAll your reindeer armies, are all going home\nThe lover who just walked out your door\nHas taken all his blankets from the floor\nThe carpet, too, is moving under you\nAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue\n\nLeave your stepping stones behind you, something calls for you\nForget the dead you've left, they will not follow you\nThe vagabond who's rapping at your door\nIs standing in the clothes that you once wore\nStrike another match, go start anew\nAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue\nOh, it's all over now, Baby BlueYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Gillian_Welch___Make_Me_A_Pallet_On_Your_Floor

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"Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor LyricsMake me down a pallet on your floor\nMake me down a pallet on your floor\nMake me down a pallet soft and low\nWhen I'm broke and I've got nowhere to go\n\nBeen hanging round with good-time friends of mine\nHanging around with good-time friends of mine\nOh, they treat me very nice and kind\nWhen I've got a dollar and a dime\n\nWeary blues are everywhere I see\nWeary blues are everywhere I see\nWeary blues, honey, everywhere I see\nNo one's ever had the blues like me\nWay I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired\nWay I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired\nCome tomorrow, I'll be satisfied\nIf I can catch that fast train and ride\n\nSo make me down a pallet on your floor\nMake me down a pallet on your floor\nMake me down a pallet soft and low\nBabe, I'm broke and I've got nowhere to goYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Andrews_Sisters___Bei_Mir_Bist_Du_Schon

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"Bei Mir Bist Du Schon LyricsOf all the boys I've known and I've known some\nUntil I first met you I was lonesome\nAnd when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light\nAnd this old world seemed new to me\n\nYou're really swell, I have to admit you\nDeserve expressions that really fit you\nAnd so I've racked my brain hoping to explain\nAll the things that you do to me\n\nBei mir bist du schön, please let me explain\n'Bei mir bist du schön' means you're grand\nBei mir bist du schön, again I'll explain\nIt means you're the fairest in the land\nI could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wunderbar'\nEach language only helps me tell you how grand you are\nI've tried to explain, 'bei mir bist du schön'\nSo kiss me and say you understand\n\nBei mir bist du schön\nYou've heard it all before but let me try to explain\n'Bei mir bist du schön' means that you're grand\n'Bei mir bist du schön,' it's such an old refrain\nAnd yet I should explain, it means I am begging for your hand\n\nI could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wunderbar'\nEach language only helps me tell you how grand you are\n\nRidi, ridi, ridi\nRidi, ridi, ridi\n\nI could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wunderbar'\nEach language only helps me tell you how grand you are\nI've tried to explain 'bei mir bist du schn'\nSo kiss me and say that you will understand!You might also like2Embed", 'default'

All_Shall_Persih___Promises

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"Promises LyricsChange sets in my life to start the plague\nFright becomes my resort to find\nAll the hate I need inside\n\nYou take our words that bind us\nDestroyed our time to heal this mess\nI... I have seen this through\nI... Have found myself anew\nI... Won't return to you\n\nYour face the arrogance\nEviscerated the love I thought we had\nI won't make it back\nThese words are stronger\nThan the promise you forgot we had\nI... can't... forgive... you!\nI have seen this through\nI... Have found myself anew\nI... Won't return to youYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Evanescence___Whisper_Live_in_Europe

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'Heart of Darkness Section III Lyrics"I looked at him, lost in astonishment. There he was before me, in motley, as though he had absconded from a troupe of mimes, enthusiastic, fabulous. His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear. \'I went a little farther,\' he said, \'then still a little farther -- till I had gone so far that I don\'t know how I\'ll ever get back. Never mind. Plenty time. I can manage. You take Kurtz away quick -- quick -- I tell you.\' The glamour of youth enveloped his parti-coloured rags, his destitution, his loneliness, the essential desolation of his futile wanderings. For months -- for years -- his life hadn\'t been worth a day\'s purchase; and there he was gallantly, thoughtlessly alive, to all appearances indestructible solely by the virtue of his few years and of his unreflecting audacity. I was seduced into something like admiration -- like envy. Glamour urged him on, glamour kept him unscathed. He surely wanted nothing from the wilderness but space to breathe in and to push on through. His need was to exist, and to move onwards at the greatest possible risk, and with a maximum of privation. If the absolutely pure, uncalculating, unpractical spirit of adventure had ever ruled a human being, it ruled this bepatched youth. I almost envied him the possession of this modest and clear flame. It seemed to have consumed all thought of self so completely, that even while he was talking to you, you forgot that it was he -- the man before your eyes -- who had gone through these things. I did not envy him his devotion to Kurtz, though. He had not meditated over it. It came to him, and he accepted it with a sort of eager fatalism. I must say that to me it appeared about the most dangerous thing in every way he had come upon so far.\n\n"They had come together unavoidably, like two ships becalmed near each other, and lay rubbing sides at last. I suppose Kurtz wanted an audience, because on a certain occasion, when encamped in the forest, they had talked all night, or more probably Kurtz had talked. \'We talked of everything,\' he said, quite transported at the recollection. \'I forgot there was such a thing as sleep. The night did not seem to last an hour. Everything! Everything! . . . Of love, too.\' \'Ah, he talked to you of love!\' I said, much amused. \'It isn\'t what you think,\' he cried, almost passionately. \'It was in general. He made me see things -- things.\'\n\n"He threw his arms up. We were on deck at the time, and the headman of my wood-cutters, lounging near by, turned upon him his heavy and glittering eyes. I looked around, and I don\'t know why, but I assure you that never, never before, did this land, this river, this jungle, the very arch of this blazing sky, appear to me so hopeless and so dark, so impenetrable to human thought, so pitiless to human weakness. \'And, ever since, you have been with him, of course?\' I said.\n\n"On the contrary. It appears their intercourse had been very much broken by various causes. He had, as he informed me proudly, managed to nurse Kurtz through two illnesses he alluded to it as you would to some risky feat, but as a rule Kurtz wandered alone, far in the depths of the forest. \'Very often coming to this station, I had to wait days and days before he would turn up,\' he said. \'Ah, it was worth waiting for! -- sometimes.\' \'What was he doing? exploring or what?\' I asked. \'Oh, yes, of course\'; he had discovered lots of villages, a lake, too -- he did not know exactly in what direction; it was dangerous to inquire too much -- but mostly his expeditions had been for ivory. \'But he had no goods to trade with by that time,\' I objected. \'There\'s a good lot of cartridges left even yet,\' he answered, looking away. \'To speak plainly, he raided the country,\' I said. He nodded. \'Not alone, surely!\' He muttered something about the villages round that lake. \'Kurtz got the tribe to follow him, did he?\' I suggested. He fidgeted a little. \'They adored him,\' he said. The tone of these words was so extraordinary that I looked at him searchingly. It was curious to see his mingled eagerness and reluctance to speak of Kurtz. The man filled his life, occupied his thoughts, swayed his emotions. \'What can you expect?\' he burst out; \'he came to them with thunder and lightning, you know -- and they had never seen anything like it -- and very terrible. He could be very terrible. You can\'t judge Mr. Kurtz as you would an ordinary man. No, no, no! Now -- just to give you an idea -- I don\'t mind telling you, he wanted to shoot me, too, one day -- but I don\'t judge him.\' \'Shoot you!\' I cried \'What for?\' \'Well, I had a small lot of ivory the chief of that village near my house gave me. You see I used to shoot game for them. Well, he wanted it, and wouldn\'t hear reason. He declared he would shoot me unless I gave him the ivory and then cleared out of the country, because he could do so, and had a fancy for it, and there was nothing on earth to prevent him killing whom he jolly well pleased. And it was true, too. I gave him the ivory. What did I care! But I didn\'t clear out. No, no. I couldn\'t leave him. I had to be careful, of course, till we got friendly again for a time. He had his second illness then. Afterwards I had to keep out of the way; but I didn\'t mind. He was living for the most part in those villages on the lake. When he came down to the river, sometimes he would take to me, and sometimes it was better for me to be careful. This man suffered too much. He hated all this, and somehow he couldn\'t get away. When I had a chance I begged him to try and leave while there was time; I offered to go back with him. And he would say yes, and then he would remain; go off on another ivory hunt; disappear for weeks; forget himself amongst these people -- forget himself -- you know.\' \'Why! he\'s mad,\' I said. He protested indignantly. Mr. Kurtz couldn\'t be mad. If I had heard him talk, only two days ago, I wouldn\'t dare hint at such a thing. . . . I had taken up my binoculars while we talked, and was looking at the shore, sweeping the limit of the forest at each side and at the back of the house. The consciousness of there being people in that bush, so silent, so quiet -- as silent and quiet as the ruined house on the hill -- made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs. The woods were unmoved, like a mask -- heavy, like the closed door of a prison -- they looked with their air of hidden knowledge, of patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing along with him all the fighting men of that lake tribe. He had been absent for several months -- getting himself adored, I suppose -- and had come down unexpectedly, with the intention to all appearance of making a raid either across the river or down stream. Evidently the appetite for more ivory had got the better of the -- what shall I say? -- less material aspirations. However he had got much worse suddenly. \'I heard he was lying helpless, and so I came up -- took my chance,\' said the Russian. \'Oh, he is bad, very bad.\' I directed my glass to the house. There were no signs of life, but there was the ruined roof, the long mud wall peeping above the grass, with three little square window-holes, no two of the same size; all this brought within reach of my hand, as it were. And then I made a brusque movement, and one of the remaining posts of that vanished fence leaped up in the field of my glass. You remember I told you I had been struck at the distance by certain attempts at ornamentation, rather remarkable in the ruinous aspect of the place. Now I had suddenly a nearer view, and its first result was to make me throw my head back as if before a blow. Then I went carefully from post to post with my glass, and I saw my mistake. These round knobs were not ornamental but symbolic; they were expressive and puzzling, striking and disturbing -- food for thought and also for vultures if there had been any looking down from the sky; but at all events for such ants as were industrious enough to ascend the pole. They would have been even more impressive, those heads on the stakes, if their faces had not been turned to the house. Only one, the first I had made out, was facing my way. I was not so shocked as you may think. The start back I had given was really nothing but a movement of surprise. I had expected to see a knob of wood there, you know. I returned deliberately to the first I had seen -- and there it was, black, dried, sunken, with closed eyelids -- a head that seemed to sleep at the top of that pole, and, with the shrunken dry lips showing a narrow white line of the teeth, was smiling, too, smiling continuously at some endless and jocose dream of that eternal slumber.\n\n"I am not disclosing any trade secrets. In fact, the manager said afterwards that Mr. Kurtz\'s methods had ruined the district. I have no opinion on that point, but I want you clearly to understand that there was nothing exactly profitable in these heads being there. They only showed that Mr. Kurtz lacked restraint in the gratification of his various lusts, that there was something wanting in him -- some small matter which, when the pressing need arose, could not be found under his magnificent eloquence. Whether he knew of this deficiency himself I can\'t say. I think the knowledge came to him at last -- only at the very last. But the wilderness had found him out early, and had taken on him a terrible vengeance for the fantastic invasion. I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude -- and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core. . . . I put down the glass, and the head that had appeared near enough to be spoken to seemed at once to have leaped away from me into inaccessible distance.\n\n"The admirer of Mr. Kurtz was a bit crestfallen. In a hurried, indistinct voice he began to assure me he had not dared to take these -- say, symbols -- down. He was not afraid of the natives; they would not stir till Mr. Kurtz gave the word. His ascendancy was extraordinary. The camps of these people surrounded the place, and the chiefs came every day to see him. They would crawl. . . . \'I don\'t want to know anything of the ceremonies used when approaching Mr. Kurtz,\' I shouted. Curious, this feeling that came over me that such details would be more intolerable than those heads drying on the stakes under Mr. Kurtz\'s windows. After all, that was only a savage sight, while I seemed at one bound to have been transported into some lightless region of subtle horrors, where pure, uncomplicated savagery was a positive relief, being something that had a right to exist -- obviously -- in the sunshine. The young man looked at me with surprise. I suppose it did not occur to him that Mr. Kurtz was no idol of mine. He forgot I hadn\'t heard any of these splendid monologues on, what was it? on love, justice, conduct of life -- or what not. If it had come to crawling before Mr. Kurtz, he crawled as much as the veriest savage of them all. I had no idea of the conditions, he said: these heads were the heads of rebels. I shocked him excessively by laughing. Rebels! What would be the next definition I was to hear? There had been enemies, criminals, workers -- and these were rebels. Those rebellious heads looked very subdued to me on their sticks. \'You don\'t know how such a life tries a man like Kurtz,\' cried Kurtz\'s last disciple. \'Well, and you?\' I said. \'I! I! I am a simple man. I have no great thoughts. I want nothing from anybody. How can you compare me to . . . ?\' His feelings were too much for speech, and suddenly he broke down. \'I don\'t understand,\' he groaned. \'I\'ve been doing my best to keep him alive, and that\'s enough. I had no hand in all this. I have no abilities. There hasn\'t been a drop of medicine or a mouthful of invalid food for months here. He was shamefully abandoned. A man like this, with such ideas. Shamefully! Shamefully! I -- I -- haven\'t slept for the last ten nights . . .\'\n"His voice lost itself in the calm of the evening. The long shadows of the forest had slipped downhill while we talked, had gone far beyond the ruined hovel, beyond the symbolic row of stakes. All this was in the gloom, while we down there were yet in the sunshine, and the stretch of the river abreast of the clearing glittered in a still and dazzling splendour, with a murky and overshadowed bend above and below. Not a living soul was seen on the shore. The bushes did not rustle.\n\n"Suddenly round the corner of the house a group of men appeared, as though they had come up from the ground. They waded waist-deep in the grass, in a compact body, bearing an improvised stretcher in their midst. Instantly, in the emptiness of the landscape, a cry arose whose shrillness pierced the still air like a sharp arrow flying straight to the very heart of the land; and, as if by enchantment, streams of human beings -- of naked human beings -- with spears in their hands, with bows, with shields, with wild glances and savage movements, were poured into the clearing by the dark-faced and pensive forest. The bushes shook, the grass swayed for a time, and then everything stood still in attentive immobility\n\n"\'Now, if he does not say the right thing to them we are all done for,\' said the Russian at my elbow. The knot of men with the stretcher had stopped, too, halfway to the steamer, as if petrified. I saw the man on the stretcher sit up, lank and with an uplifted arm, above the shoulders of the bearers. \'Let us hope that the man who can talk so well of love in general will find some particular reason to spare us this time,\' I said. I resented bitterly the absurd danger of our situation, as if to be at the mercy of that atrocious phantom had been a dishonouring necessity. I could not hear a sound, but through my glasses I saw the thin arm extended commandingly, the lower jaw moving, the eyes of that apparition shining darkly far in its bony head that nodded with grotesque jerks. Kurtz -- Kurtz -- that means short in German -- don\'t it? Well, the name was as true as everything else in his life -- and death. He looked at least seven feet long. His covering had fallen off, and his body emerged from it pitiful and appalling as from a winding-sheet. I could see the cage of his ribs all astir, the bones of his arm waving. It was as though an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze. I saw him open his mouth wide -- it gave him a weirdly voracious aspect, as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him. A deep voice reached me faintly. He must have been shouting. He fell back suddenly. The stretcher shook as the bearers staggered forward again, and almost at the same time I noticed that the crowd of savages was vanishing without any perceptible movement of retreat, as if the forest that had ejected these beings so suddenly had drawn them in again as the breath is drawn in a long aspiration\n\n"Some of the pilgrims behind the stretcher carried his arms -- two shot-guns, a heavy rifle, and a light revolver-carbine -- the thunderbolts of that pitiful Jupiter. The manager bent over him murmuring as he walked beside his head. They laid him down in one of the little cabins -- just a room for a bed place and a camp-stool or two, you know. We had brought his belated correspondence, and a lot of torn envelopes and open letters littered his bed. His hand roamed feebly amongst these papers. I was struck by the fire of his eyes and the composed languor of his expression. It was not so much the exhaustion of disease. He did not seem in pain. This shadow looked satiated and calm, as though for the moment it had had its fill of all the emotions.\n\n"He rustled one of the letters, and looking straight in my face said, \'I am glad.\' Somebody had been writing to him about me. These special recommendations were turning up again. The volume of tone he emitted without effort, almost without the trouble of moving his lips, amazed me. A voice! a voice! It was grave, profound, vibrating, while the man did not seem capable of a whisper. However, he had enough strength in him -- factitious no doubt -- to very nearly make an end of us, as you shall hear directly.\n\n"The manager appeared silently in the doorway; I stepped out at once and he drew the curtain after me. The Russian, eyed curiously by the pilgrims, was staring at the shore. I followed the direction of his glance.\n\n"Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest, and near the river two bronze figures, leaning on tall spears, stood in the sunlight under fantastic head-dresses of spotted skins, warlike and still in statuesque repose. And from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman.\n\n"She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.\n\n"She came abreast of the steamer, stood still, and faced us. Her long shadow fell to the water\'s edge. Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, half-shaped resolve. She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscrutable purpose. A whole minute passed, and then she made a step forward. There was a low jingle, a glint of yellow metal, a sway of fringed draperies, and she stopped as if her heart had failed her. The young fellow by my side growled. The pilgrims murmured at my back. She looked at us all as if her life had depended upon the unswerving steadiness of her glance. Suddenly she opened her bared arms and threw them up rigid above her head, as though in an uncontrollable desire to touch the sky, and at the same time the swift shadows darted out on the earth, swept around on the river, gathering the steamer into a shadowy embrace. A formidable silence hung over the scene\n"She turned away slowly, walked on, following the bank, and passed into the bushes to the left. Once only her eyes gleamed back at us in the dusk of the thickets before she disappeared\n\n"\'If she had offered to come aboard I really think I would have tried to shoot her,\' said the man of patches, nervously. \'I have been risking my life every day for the last fortnight to keep her out of the house. She got in one day and kicked up a row about those miserable rags I picked up in the storeroom to mend my clothes with. I wasn\'t decent. At least it must have been that, for she talked like a fury to Kurtz for an hour, pointing at me now and then. I don\'t understand the dialect of this tribe. Luckily for me, I fancy Kurtz felt too ill that day to care, or there would have been mischief. I don\'t understand. . . . No -- it\'s too much for me. Ah, well, it\'s all over now.\'\n\n"At this moment I heard Kurtz\'s deep voice behind the curtain: \'Save me! -- save the ivory, you mean. Don\'t tell me. Save ME! Why, I\'ve had to save you. You are interrupting my plans now. Sick! Sick! Not so sick as you would like to believe. Never mind. I\'ll carry my ideas out yet -- I will return. I\'ll show you what can be done. You with your little peddling notions -- you are interfering with me. I will return. I. . . .\'\n\n"The manager came out. He did me the honour to take me under the arm and lead me aside. \'He is very low, very low,\' he said. He considered it necessary to sigh, but neglected to be consistently sorrowful. \'We have done all we could for him -- haven\'t we? But there is no disguising the fact, Mr. Kurtz has done more harm than good to the Company. He did not see the time was not ripe for vigorous action. Cautiously, cautiously -- that\'s my principle. We must be cautious yet. The district is closed to us for a time. Deplorable! Upon the whole, the trade will suffer. I don\'t deny there is a remarkable quantity of ivory -- mostly fossil. We must save it, at all events -- but look how precarious the position is -- and why? Because the method is unsound.\' \'Do you,\' said I, looking at the shore, \'call it "unsound method?"\' \'Without doubt,\' he exclaimed hotly. \'Don\'t you?\' . . . \'No method at all,\' I murmured after a while. \'Exactly,\' he exulted. \'I anticipated this. Shows a complete want of judgment. It is my duty to point it out in the proper quarter.\' \'Oh,\' said I, \'that fellow -- what\'s his name? -- the brickmaker, will make a readable report for you.\' He appeared confounded for a moment. It seemed to me I had never breathed an atmosphere so vile, and I turned mentally to Kurtz for relief -- positively for relief. \'Nevertheless I think Mr. Kurtz is a remarkable man,\' I said with emphasis. He started, dropped on me a heavy glance, said very quietly, \'he WAS,\' and turned his back on me. My hour of favour was over; I found myself lumped along with Kurtz as a partisan of methods for which the time was not ripe: I was unsound! Ah! but it was something to have at least a choice of nightmares\n"I had turned to the wilderness really, not to Mr. Kurtz, who, I was ready to admit, was as good as buried. And for a moment it seemed to me as if I also were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets. I felt an intolerable weight oppressing my breast, the smell of the damp earth, the unseen presence of victorious corruption, the darkness of an impenetrable night. . . . The Russian tapped me on the shoulder. I heard him mumbling and stammering something about \'brother seaman -- couldn\'t conceal -- knowledge of matters that would affect Mr. Kurtz\'s reputation.\' I waited. For him evidently Mr. Kurtz was not in his grave; I suspect that for him Mr. Kurtz was one of the immortals. \'Well!\' said I at last, \'speak out. As it happens, I am Mr. Kurtz\'s friend -- in a way.\'\n\n"He stated with a good deal of formality that had we not been \'of the same profession,\' he would have kept the matter to himself without regard to consequences. \'He suspected there was an active ill-will towards him on the part of these white men that -- \' \'You are right,\' I said, remembering a certain conversation I had over-heard. \'The manager thinks you ought to be hanged.\' He showed a concern at this intelligence which amused me at first. \'I had better get out of the way quietly,\' he said earnestly. \'I can do no more for Kurtz now, and they would soon find some excuse. What\'s to stop them? There\'s a military post three hundred miles from here.\' \'Well, upon my word,\' said I, \'perhaps you had better go if you have any friends amongst the savages near by.\' \'Plenty,\' he said. \'They are simple people -- and I want nothing, you know.\' He stood biting his lip, then: \'I don\'t want any harm to happen to these whites here, but of course I was thinking of Mr. Kurtz\'s reputation -- but you are a brother seaman and -- \' \'All right,\' said I, after a time. \'Mr. Kurtz\'s reputation is safe with me.\' I did not know how truly I spoke.\n\n"He informed me, lowering his voice, that it was Kurtz who had ordered the attack to be made on the steamer. \'He hated sometimes the idea of being taken away -- and then again. . . . But I don\'t understand these matters. I am a simple man. He thought it would scare you away -- that you would give it up, thinking him dead. I could not stop him. Oh, I had an awful time of it this last month.\' \'Very well,\' I said. \'He is all right now.\' \'Ye-e-es,\' he muttered, not very convinced apparently. \'Thanks,\' said I; \'I shall keep my eyes open.\' \'But quiet-eh?\' he urged anxiously. \'It would be awful for his reputation if anybody here -- \' I promised a complete discretion with great gravity. \'I have a canoe and three black fellows waiting not very far. I am off. Could you give me a few Martini-Henry cartridges?\' I could, and did, with proper secrecy. He helped himself, with a wink at me, to a handful of my tobacco. \'Between sailors -- you know -- good English tobacco.\' At the door of the pilot-house he turned round -- \'I say, haven\'t you a pair of shoes you could spare?\' He raised one leg. \'Look.\' The soles were tied with knotted strings sandalwise under his bare feet. I rooted out an old pair, at which he looked with admiration before tucking it under his left arm. One of his pockets bright red was bulging with cartridges, from the other dark blue peeped \'Towson\'s Inquiry,\' etc., etc. He seemed to think himself excellently well equipped for a renewed encounter with the wilderness. \'Ah! I\'ll never, never meet such a man again. You ought to have heard him recite poetry -- his own, too, it was, he told me. Poetry!\' He rolled his eyes at the recollection of these delights. \'Oh, he enlarged my mind!\' \'Good-bye,\' said I. He shook hands and vanished in the night. Sometimes I ask myself whether I had ever really seen him -- whether it was possible to meet such a phenomenon!\n\n"When I woke up shortly after midnight his warning came to my mind with its hint of danger that seemed, in the starred darkness, real enough to make me get up for the purpose of having a look round. On the hill a big fire burned, illuminating fitfully a crooked corner of the station-house. One of the agents with a picket of a few of our blacks, armed for the purpose, was keeping guard over the ivory; but deep within the forest, red gleams that wavered, that seemed to sink and rise from the ground amongst confused columnar shapes of intense blackness, showed the exact position of the camp where Mr. Kurtz\'s adorers were keeping their uneasy vigil. The monotonous beating of a big drum filled the air with muffled shocks and a lingering vibration. A steady droning sound of many men chanting each to himself some weird incantation came out from the black, flat wall of the woods as the humming of bees comes out of a hive, and had a strange narcotic effect upon my half-awake senses. I believe I dozed off leaning over the rail, till an abrupt burst of yells, an overwhelming outbreak of a pent-up and mysterious frenzy, woke me up in a bewildered wonder. It was cut short all at once, and the low droning went on with an effect of audible and soothing silence. I glanced casually into the little cabin. A light was burning within, but Mr. Kurtz was not there.\n\n"I think I would have raised an outcry if I had believed my eyes. But I didn\'t believe them at first -- the thing seemed so impossible. The fact is I was completely unnerved by a sheer blank fright, pure abstract terror, unconnected with any distinct shape of physical danger. What made this emotion so overpowering was -- how shall I define it? -- the moral shock I received, as if something altogether monstrous, intolerable to thought and odious to the soul, had been thrust upon me unexpectedly. This lasted of course the merest fraction of a second, and then the usual sense of commonplace, deadly danger, the possibility of a sudden onslaught and massacre, or something of the kind, which I saw impending, was positively welcome and composing. It pacified me, in fact, so much that I did not raise an alarm.\n\n"There was an agent buttoned up inside an ulster and sleeping on a chair on deck within three feet of me. The yells had not awakened him; he snored very slightly; I left him to his slumbers and leaped ashore. I did not betray Mr. Kurtz -- it was ordered I should never betray him -- it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this shadow by myself alone -- and to this day I don\'t know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.\n\n"As soon as I got on the bank I saw a trail -- a broad trail through the grass. I remember the exultation with which I said to myself, \'He can\'t walk -- he is crawling on all-fours -- I\'ve got him.\' The grass was wet with dew. I strode rapidly with clenched fists. I fancy I had some vague notion of falling upon him and giving him a drubbing. I don\'t know. I had some imbecile thoughts. The knitting old woman with the cat obtruded herself upon my memory as a most improper person to be sitting at the other end of such an affair. I saw a row of pilgrims squirting lead in the air out of Winchesters held to the hip. I thought I would never get back to the steamer, and imagined myself living alone and unarmed in the woods to an advanced age. Such silly things -- you know. And I remember I confounded the beat of the drum with the beating of my heart, and was pleased at its calm regularity.\n\n"I kept to the track though -- then stopped to listen. The night was very clear; a dark blue space, sparkling with dew and starlight, in which black things stood very still. I thought I could see a kind of motion ahead of me. I was strangely cocksure of everything that night. I actually left the track and ran in a wide semicircle I verily believe chuckling to myself so as to get in front of that stir, of that motion I had seen -- if indeed I had seen anything. I was circumventing Kurtz as though it had been a boyish game.\n\n"I came upon him, and, if he had not heard me coming, I would have fallen over him, too, but he got up in time. He rose, unsteady, long, pale, indistinct, like a vapour exhaled by the earth, and swayed slightly, misty and silent before me; while at my back the fires loomed between the trees, and the murmur of many voices issued from the forest. I had cut him off cleverly; but when actually confronting him I seemed to come to my senses, I saw the danger in its right proportion. It was by no means over yet. Suppose he began to shout? Though he could hardly stand, there was still plenty of vigour in his voice. \'Go away -- hide yourself,\' he said, in that profound tone. It was very awful. I glanced back. We were within thirty yards from the nearest fire. A black figure stood up, strode on long black legs, waving long black arms, across the glow. It had horns -- antelope horns, I think -- on its head. Some sorcerer, some witch-man, no doubt: it looked fiendlike enough. \'Do you know what you are doing?\' I whispered. \'Perfectly,\' he answered, raising his voice for that single word: it sounded to me far off and yet loud, like a hail through a speaking-trumpet. \'If he makes a row we are lost,\' I thought to myself. This clearly was not a case for fisticuffs, even apart from the very natural aversion I had to beat that Shadow -- this wandering and tormented thing. \'You will be lost,\' I said -- \'utterly lost.\' One gets sometimes such a flash of inspiration, you know. I did say the right thing, though indeed he could not have been more irretrievably lost than he was at this very moment, when the foundations of our intimacy were being laid -- to endure -- to endure -- even to the end -- even beyond.\n\n"\'I had immense plans,\' he muttered irresolutely. \'Yes,\' said I; \'but if you try to shout I\'ll smash your head with -- \' There was not a stick or a stone near. \'I will throttle you for good,\' I corrected myself. \'I was on the threshold of great things,\' he pleaded, in a voice of longing, with a wistfulness of tone that made my blood run cold. \'And now for this stupid scoundrel -- \' \'Your success in Europe is assured in any case,\' I affirmed steadily. I did not want to have the throttling of him, you understand -- and indeed it would have been very little use for any practical purpose. I tried to break the spell -- the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness -- that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions. This alone, I was convinced, had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush, towards the gleam of fires, the throb of drums, the drone of weird incantations; this alone had beguiled his unlawful soul beyond the bounds of permitted aspirations. And, don\'t you see, the terror of the position was not in being knocked on the head -- though I had a very lively sense of that danger, too -- but in this, that I had to deal with a being to whom I could not appeal in the name of anything high or low. I had, even like the niggers, to invoke him -- himself -- his own exalted and incredible degradation. There was nothing either above or below him, and I knew it. He had kicked himself loose of the earth. Confound the man! he had kicked the very earth to pieces. He was alone, and I before him did not know whether I stood on the ground or floated in the air. I\'ve been telling you what we said -- repeating the phrases we pronounced -- but what\'s the good? They were common everyday words -- the familiar, vague sounds exchanged on every waking day of life. But what of that? They had behind them, to my mind, the terrific suggestiveness of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares. Soul! If anybody ever struggled with a soul, I am the man. And I wasn\'t arguing with a lunatic either. Believe me or not, his intelligence was perfectly clear -- concentrated, it is true, upon himself with horrible intensity, yet clear; and therein was my only chance -- barring, of course, the killing him there and then, which wasn\'t so good, on account of unavoidable noise. But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself, and, by heavens! I tell you, it had gone mad. I had -- for my sins, I suppose -- to go through the ordeal of looking into it myself. No eloquence could have been so withering to one\'s belief in mankind as his final burst of sincerity. He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself. I kept my head pretty well; but when I had him at last stretched on the couch, I wiped my forehead, while my legs shook under me as though I had carried half a ton on my back down that hill. And yet I had only supported him, his bony arm clasped round my neck -- and he was not much heavier than a child.\n\n"When next day we left at noon, the crowd, of whose presence behind the curtain of trees I had been acutely conscious all the time, flowed out of the woods again, filled the clearing, covered the slope with a mass of naked, breathing, quivering, bronze bodies. I steamed up a bit, then swung down stream, and two thousand eyes followed the evolutions of the splashing, thumping, fierce river-demon beating the water with its terrible tail and breathing black smoke into the air. In front of the first rank, along the river, three men, plastered with bright red earth from head to foot, strutted to and fro restlessly. When we came abreast again, they faced the river, stamped their feet, nodded their horned heads, swayed their scarlet bodies; they shook towards the fierce river-demon a bunch of black feathers, a mangy skin with a pendent tail -- something that looked a dried gourd; they shouted periodically together strings of amazing words that resembled no sounds of human language; and the deep murmurs of the crowd, interrupted suddenly, were like the responses of some satanic litany.\n\n"We had carried Kurtz into the pilot-house: there was more air there. Lying on the couch, he stared through the open shutter. There was an eddy in the mass of human bodies, and the woman with helmeted head and tawny cheeks rushed out to the very brink of the stream. She put out her hands, shouted something, and all that wild mob took up the shout in a roaring chorus of articulated, rapid, breathless utterance.\n\n"\'Do you understand this?\' I asked\n"He kept on looking out past me with fiery, longing eyes, with a mingled expression of wistfulness and hate. He made no answer, but I saw a smile, a smile of indefinable meaning, appear on his colourless lips that a moment after twitched convulsively. \'Do I not?\' he said slowly, gasping, as if the words had been torn out of him by a supernatural power.\n\n"I pulled the string of the whistle, and I did this because I saw the pilgrims on deck getting out their rifles with an air of anticipating a jolly lark. At the sudden screech there was a movement of abject terror through that wedged mass of bodies. \'Don\'t! don\'t you frighten them away,\' cried some one on deck disconsolately. I pulled the string time after time. They broke and ran, they leaped, they crouched, they swerved, they dodged the flying terror of the sound. The three red chaps had fallen flat, face down on the shore, as though they had been shot dead. Only the barbarous and superb woman did not so much as flinch, and stretched tragically her bare arms after us over the sombre and glittering river.\n\n"And then that imbecile crowd down on the deck started their little fun, and I could see nothing more for smoke.\n\n"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress; and Kurtz\'s life was running swiftly, too, ebbing, ebbing out of his heart into the sea of inexorable time. The manager was very placid, he had no vital anxieties now, he took us both in with a comprehensive and satisfied glance: the \'affair\' had come off as well as could be wished. I saw the time approaching when I would be left alone of the party of \'unsound method.\' The pilgrims looked upon me with disfavour. I was, so to speak, numbered with the dead. It is strange how I accepted this unforeseen partnership, this choice of nightmares forced upon me in the tenebrous land invaded by these mean and greedy phantoms.\n\n"Kurtz discoursed. A voice! a voice! It rang deep to the very last. It survived his strength to hide in the magnificent folds of eloquence the barren darkness of his heart. Oh, he struggled! he struggled! The wastes of his weary brain were haunted by shadowy images now -- images of wealth and fame revolving obsequiously round his unextinguishable gift of noble and lofty expression. My Intended, my station, my career, my ideas -- these were the subjects for the occasional utterances of elevated sentiments. The shade of the original Kurtz frequented the bedside of the hollow sham, whose fate it was to be buried presently in the mould of primeval earth. But both the diabolic love and the unearthly hate of the mysteries it had penetrated fought for the possession of that soul satiated with primitive emotions, avid of lying fame, of sham distinction, of all the appearances of success and power.\n\n"Sometimes he was contemptibly childish. He desired to have kings meet him at railway-stations on his return from some ghastly Nowhere, where he intended to accomplish great things. \'You show them you have in you something that is really profitable, and then there will be no limits to the recognition of your ability,\' he would say. \'Of course you must take care of the motives -- right motives -- always.\' The long reaches that were like one and the same reach, monotonous bends that were exactly alike, slipped past the steamer with their multitude of secular trees looking patiently after this grimy fragment of another world, the forerunner of change, of conquest, of trade, of massacres, of blessings. I looked ahead -- piloting. \'Close the shutter,\' said Kurtz suddenly one day; \'I can\'t bear to look at this.\' I did so. There was a silence. \'Oh, but I will wring your heart yet!\' he cried at the invisible wilderness.\n\n"We broke down -- as I had expected -- and had to lie up for repairs at the head of an island. This delay was the first thing that shook Kurtz\'s confidence. One morning he gave me a packet of papers and a photograph -- the lot tied together with a shoe-string. \'Keep this for me,\' he said. \'This noxious fool\' meaning the manager \'is capable of prying into my boxes when I am not looking.\' In the afternoon I saw him. He was lying on his back with closed eyes, and I withdrew quietly, but I heard him mutter, \'Live rightly, die, die . . .\' I listened. There was nothing more. Was he rehearsing some speech in his sleep, or was it a fragment of a phrase from some newspaper article? He had been writing for the papers and meant to do so again, \'for the furthering of my ideas. It\'s a duty.\'\n\n"His was an impenetrable darkness. I looked at him as you peer down at a man who is lying at the bottom of a precipice where the sun never shines. But I had not much time to give him, because I was helping the engine-driver to take to pieces the leaky cylinders, to straighten a bent connecting-rod, and in other such matters. I lived in an infernal mess of rust, filings, nuts, bolts, spanners, hammers, ratchet-drills -- things I abominate, because I don\'t get on with them. I tended the little forge we fortunately had aboard; I toiled wearily in a wretched scrap-heap -- unless I had the shakes too bad to stand.\n\n"One evening coming in with a candle I was startled to hear him say a little tremulously, \'I am lying here in the dark waiting for death.\' The light was within a foot of his eyes. I forced myself to murmur, \'Oh, nonsense!\' and stood over him as if transfixed.\n\n"Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn\'t touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror -- of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision -- he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath:\n"\'The horror! The horror!\'\n"I blew the candle out and left the cabin. The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored. He leaned back, serene, with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness. A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces. Suddenly the manager\'s boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone of scathing contempt:\n\n"\'Mistah Kurtz -- he dead.\'\n\n"All the pilgrims rushed out to see. I remained, and went on with my dinner. I believe I was considered brutally callous. However, I did not eat much. There was a lamp in there -- light, don\'t you know -- and outside it was so beastly, beastly dark. I went no more near the remarkable man who had pronounced a judgment upon the adventures of his soul on this earth. The voice was gone. What else had been there? But I am of course aware that next day the pilgrims buried something in a muddy hole.\n\n"And then they very nearly buried me\n\n"However, as you see, I did not go to join Kurtz there and then. I did not. I remained to dream the nightmare out to the end, and to show my loyalty to Kurtz once more. Destiny. My destiny! Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of unextinguishable regrets. I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary. If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hair\'s breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say. This is the reason why I affirm that Kurtz was a remarkable man. He had something to say. He said it. Since I had peeped over the edge myself, I understand better the meaning of his stare, that could not see the flame of the candle, but was wide enough to embrace the whole universe, piercing enough to penetrate all the hearts that beat in the darkness. He had summed up -- he had judged. \'The horror!\' He was a remarkable man. After all, this was the expression of some sort of belief; it had candour, it had conviction, it had a vibrating note of revolt in its whisper, it had the appalling face of a glimpsed truth -- the strange commingling of desire and hate. And it is not my own extremity I remember best -- a vision of greyness without form filled with physical pain, and a careless contempt for the evanescence of all things -- even of this pain itself. No! It is his extremity that I seem to have lived through. True, he had made that last stride, he had stepped over the edge, while I had been permitted to draw back my hesitating foot. And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible. Perhaps! I like to think my summing-up would not have been a word of careless contempt. Better his cry -- much better. It was an affirmation, a moral victory paid for by innumerable defeats, by abominable terrors, by abominable satisfactions. But it was a victory! That is why I have remained loyal to Kurtz to the last, and even beyond, when a long time after I heard once more, not his own voice, but the echo of his magnificent eloquence thrown to me from a soul as translucently pure as a cliff of crystal.\n\n"No, they did not bury me, though there is a period of time which I remember mistily, with a shuddering wonder, like a passage through some inconceivable world that had no hope in it and no desire. I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretence, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces so full of stupid importance. I daresay I was not very well at that time. I tottered about the streets -- there were various affairs to settle -- grinning bitterly at perfectly respectable persons. I admit my behaviour was inexcusable, but then my temperature was seldom normal in these days. My dear aunt\'s endeavours to \'nurse up my strength\' seemed altogether beside the mark. It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing. I kept the bundle of papers given me by Kurtz, not knowing exactly what to do with it. His mother had died lately, watched over, as I was told, by his Intended. A clean-shaved man, with an official manner and wearing gold-rimmed spectacles, called on me one day and made inquiries, at first circuitous, afterwards suavely pressing, about what he was pleased to denominate certain \'documents.\' I was not surprised, because I had had two rows with the manager on the subject out there. I had refused to give up the smallest scrap out of that package, and I took the same attitude with the spectacled man. He became darkly menacing at last, and with much heat argued that the Company had the right to every bit of information about its \'territories.\' And said he, \'Mr. Kurtz\'s knowledge of unexplored regions must have been necessarily extensive and peculiar -- owing to his great abilities and to the deplorable circumstances in which he had been placed: therefore -- \' I assured him Mr. Kurtz\'s knowledge, however extensive, did not bear upon the problems of commerce or administration. He invoked then the name of science. \'It would be an incalculable loss if,\' etc., etc. I offered him the report on the \'Suppression of Savage Customs,\' with the postscriptum torn off. He took it up eagerly, but ended by sniffing at it with an air of contempt. \'This is not what we had a right to expect,\' he remarked. \'Expect nothing else,\' I said. \'There are only private letters.\' He withdrew upon some threat of legal proceedings, and I saw him no more; but another fellow, calling himself Kurtz\'s cousin, appeared two days later, and was anxious to hear all the details about his dear relative\'s last moments. Incidentally he gave me to understand that Kurtz had been essentially a great musician. \'There was the making of an immense success,\' said the man, who was an organist, I believe, with lank grey hair flowing over a greasy coat-collar. I had no reason to doubt his statement; and to this day I am unable to say what was Kurtz\'s profession, whether he ever had any -- which was the greatest of his talents. I had taken him for a painter who wrote for the papers, or else for a journalist who could paint -- but even the cousin who took snuff during the interview could not tell me what he had been -- exactly. He was a universal genius -- on that point I agreed with the old chap, who thereupon blew his nose noisily into a large cotton handkerchief and withdrew in senile agitation, bearing off some family letters and memoranda without importance. Ultimately a journalist anxious to know something of the fate of his \'dear colleague\' turned up. This visitor informed me Kurtz\'s proper sphere ought to have been politics \'on the popular side.\' He had furry straight eyebrows, bristly hair cropped short, an eyeglass on a broad ribbon, and, becoming expansive, confessed his opinion that Kurtz really couldn\'t write a bit -- \'but heavens! how that man could talk. He electrified large meetings. He had faith -- don\'t you see? -- he had the faith. He could get himself to believe anything -- anything. He would have been a splendid leader of an extreme party.\' \'What party?\' I asked. \'Any party,\' answered the other. \'He was an -- an -- extremist.\' Did I not think so? I assented. Did I know, he asked, with a sudden flash of curiosity, \'what it was that had induced him to go out there?\' \'Yes,\' said I, and forthwith handed him the famous Report for publication, if he thought fit. He glanced through it hurriedly, mumbling all the time, judged \'it would do,\' and took himself off with this plunder.\n\n"Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl\'s portrait. She struck me as beautiful -- I mean she had a beautiful expression. I know that the sunlight can be made to lie, too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade of truthfulness upon those features. She seemed ready to listen without mental reservation, without suspicion, without a thought for herself. I concluded I would go and give her back her portrait and those letters myself. Curiosity? Yes; and also some other feeling perhaps. All that had been Kurtz\'s had passed out of my hands: his soul, his body, his station, his plans, his ivory, his career. There remained only his memory and his Intended -- and I wanted to give that up, too, to the past, in a way -- to surrender personally all that remained of him with me to that oblivion which is the last word of our common fate. I don\'t defend myself. I had no clear perception of what it was I really wanted. Perhaps it was an impulse of unconscious loyalty, or the fulfilment of one of those ironic necessities that lurk in the facts of human existence. I don\'t know. I can\'t tell. But I went.\n\n"I thought his memory was like the other memories of the dead that accumulate in every man\'s life -- a vague impress on the brain of shadows that had fallen on it in their swift and final passage; but before the high and ponderous door, between the tall houses of a street as still and decorous as a well-kept alley in a cemetery, I had a vision of him on the stretcher, opening his mouth voraciously, as if to devour all the earth with all its mankind. He lived then before me; he lived as much as he had ever lived -- a shadow insatiable of splendid appearances, of frightful realities; a shadow darker than the shadow of the night, and draped nobly in the folds of a gorgeous eloquence. The vision seemed to enter the house with me -- the stretcher, the phantom-bearers, the wild crowd of obedient worshippers, the gloom of the forests, the glitter of the reach between the murky bends, the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart -- the heart of a conquering darkness. It was a moment of triumph for the wilderness, an invading and vengeful rush which, it seemed to me, I would have to keep back alone for the salvation of another soul. And the memory of what I had heard him say afar there, with the horned shapes stirring at my back, in the glow of fires, within the patient woods, those broken phrases came back to me, were heard again in their ominous and terrifying simplicity. I remembered his abject pleading, his abject threats, the colossal scale of his vile desires, the meanness, the torment, the tempestuous anguish of his soul. And later on I seemed to see his collected languid manner, when he said one day, \'This lot of ivory now is really mine. The Company did not pay for it. I collected it myself at a very great personal risk. I am afraid they will try to claim it as theirs though. H\'m. It is a difficult case. What do you think I ought to do -- resist? Eh? I want no more than justice.\' . . . He wanted no more than justice -- no more than justice. I rang the bell before a mahogany door on the first floor, and while I waited he seemed to stare at me out of the glassy panel -- stare with that wide and immense stare embracing, condemning, loathing all the universe. I seemed to hear the whispered cry, "The horror! The horror!"\n\n"The dusk was falling. I had to wait in a lofty drawing-room with three long windows from floor to ceiling that were like three luminous and bedraped columns. The bent gilt legs and backs of the furniture shone in indistinct curves. The tall marble fireplace had a cold and monumental whiteness. A grand piano stood massively in a corner; with dark gleams on the flat surfaces like a sombre and polished sarcophagus. A high door opened -- closed. I rose.\n\n"She came forward, all in black, with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk. She was in mourning. It was more than a year since his death, more than a year since the news came; she seemed as though she would remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured, \'I had heard you were coming.\' I noticed she was not very young -- I mean not girlish. She had a mature capacity for fidelity, for belief, for suffering. The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead. This fair hair, this pale visage, this pure brow, seemed surrounded by an ashy halo from which the dark eyes looked out at me. Their glance was guileless, profound, confident, and trustful. She carried her sorrowful head as though she were proud of that sorrow, as though she would say, \'I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.\' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together. She had said, with a deep catch of the breath, \'I have survived\' while my strained ears seemed to hear distinctly, mingled with her tone of despairing regret, the summing up whisper of his eternal condemnation. I asked myself what I was doing there, with a sensation of panic in my heart as though I had blundered into a place of cruel and absurd mysteries not fit for a human being to behold. She motioned me to a chair. We sat down. I laid the packet gently on the little table, and she put her hand over it. . . . \'You knew him well,\' she murmured, after a moment of mourning silence.\n\n"\'Intimacy grows quickly out there,\' I said. \'I knew him as well as it is possible for one man to know another.\'\n\n"\'And you admired him,\' she said. \'It was impossible to know him and not to admire him. Was it?\'\n\n"\'He was a remarkable man,\' I said, unsteadily. Then before the appealing fixity of her gaze, that seemed to watch for more words on my lips, I went on, \'It was impossible not to -- \'\n\n"\'Love him,\' she finished eagerly, silencing me into an appalled dumbness. \'How true! how true! But when you think that no one knew him so well as I! I had all his noble confidence. I knew him best.\'\n\n"\'You knew him best,\' I repeated. And perhaps she did. But with every word spoken the room was growing darker, and only her forehead, smooth and white, remained illumined by the inextinguishable light of belief and love.\n\n"\'You were his friend,\' she went on. \'His friend,\' she repeated, a little louder. \'You must have been, if he had given you this, and sent you to me. I feel I can speak to you -- and oh! I must speak. I want you -- you who have heard his last words -- to know I have been worthy of him. . . . It is not pride. . . . Yes! I am proud to know I understood him better than any one on earth -- he told me so himself. And since his mother died I have had no one -- no one -- to -- to -- \'\n\n"I listened. The darkness deepened. I was not even sure whether he had given me the right bundle. I rather suspect he wanted me to take care of another batch of his papers which, after his death, I saw the manager examining under the lamp. And the girl talked, easing her pain in the certitude of my sympathy; she talked as thirsty men drink. I had heard that her engagement with Kurtz had been disapproved by her people. He wasn\'t rich enough or something. And indeed I don\'t know whether he had not been a pauper all his life. He had given me some reason to infer that it was his impatience of comparative poverty that drove him out there.\n\n"\'. . . Who was not his friend who had heard him speak once?\' she was saying. \'He drew men towards him by what was best in them.\' She looked at me with intensity. \'It is the gift of the great,\' she went on, and the sound of her low voice seemed to have the accompaniment of all the other sounds, full of mystery, desolation, and sorrow, I had ever heard -- the ripple of the river, the soughing of the trees swayed by the wind, the murmurs of the crowds, the faint ring of incomprehensible words cried from afar, the whisper of a voice speaking from beyond the threshold of an eternal darkness. \'But you have heard him! You know!\' she cried.\n\n"\'Yes, I know,\' I said with something like despair in my heart, but bowing my head before the faith that was in her, before that great and saving illusion that shone with an unearthly glow in the darkness, in the triumphant darkness from which I could not have defended her -- from which I could not even defend myself.\n\n"\'What a loss to me -- to us!\' -- she corrected herself with beautiful generosity; then added in a murmur, \'To the world.\' By the last gleams of twilight I could see the glitter of her eyes, full of tears -- of tears that would not fall\n\n"\'I have been very happy -- very fortunate -- very proud,\' she went on. \'Too fortunate. Too happy for a little while. And now I am unhappy for -- for life.\'\n\n"She stood up; her fair hair seemed to catch all the remaining light in a glimmer of gold. I rose, too\n\n"\'And of all this,\' she went on mournfully, \'of all his promise, and of all his greatness, of his generous mind, of his noble heart, nothing remains -- nothing but a memory. You and I -- \'\n\n"\'We shall always remember him,\' I said hastily.\n\n"\'No!\' she cried. \'It is impossible that all this should be lost -- that such a life should be sacrificed to leave nothing -- but sorrow. You know what vast plans he had. I knew of them, too -- I could not perhaps understand -- but others knew of them. Something must remain. His words, at least, have not died.\'\n\n"\'His words will remain,\' I said.\n\n"\'And his example,\' she whispered to herself. \'Men looked up to him -- his goodness shone in every act. His example -- \'\n\n"\'True,\' I said; \'his example, too. Yes, his example. I forgot that.\'\n\n"But I do not. I cannot -- I cannot believe -- not yet. I cannot believe that I shall never see him again, that no-body will see him again, never, never, never.\'\n\n"She put out her arms as if after a retreating figure, stretching them back and with clasped pale hands across the fading and narrow sheen of the window. Never see him! I saw him clearly enough then. I shall see this eloquent phantom as long as I live, and I shall see her, too, a tragic and familiar Shade, resembling in this gesture another one, tragic also, and bedecked with powerless charms, stretching bare brown arms over the glitter of the infernal stream, the stream of darkness. She said suddenly very low, \'He died as he lived.\'\n\n"\'His end,\' said I, with dull anger stirring in me, \'was in every way worthy of his life.\'\n\n"\'And I was not with him,\' she murmured. My anger subsided before a feeling of infinite pity.\n\n"\'Everything that could be done -- \' I mumbled.\n\n"\'Ah, but I believed in him more than any one on earth -- more than his own mother, more than -- himself. He needed me! Me! I would have treasured every sigh, every word, every sign, every glance.\'\n\n"I felt like a chill grip on my chest. \'Don\'t,\' I said, in a muffled voice.\n\n"\'Forgive me. I -- I have mourned so long in silence -- in silence. . . . You were with him -- to the last? I think of his loneliness. Nobody near to understand him as I would have understood. Perhaps no one to hear. . . .\'\n\n"\'To the very end,\' I said, shakily. \'I heard his very last words. . . .\' I stopped in a fright.\n\n"\'Repeat them,\' she murmured in a heart-broken tone. \'I want -- I want -- something -- something -- to -- to live with.\'\n\n"I was on the point of crying at her, \'Don\'t you hear them?\' The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the first whisper of a rising wind. \'The horror! The horror!\'\n\n"\'His last word -- to live with,\' she insisted. \'Don\'t you understand I loved him -- I loved him -- I loved him!\'\n\n"I pulled myself together and spoke slowly.\n"\'The last word he pronounced was -- your name.\'\n"I heard a light sigh and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and of unspeakable pain. \'I knew it -- I was sure!\' . . . She knew. She was sure. I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn\'t he said he wanted only justice? But I couldn\'t. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark -- too dark altogether. . . ."\n\nMarlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. "We have lost the first of the ebb," said the Director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred. by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky -- seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.5Embed', 'default'

Company_B___Fascinated

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"Fascinated Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI want to play with you tonight\nHold me\nThat's all that's on my mind\nBaby, something feels so right\nMaybe we could play tonight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI want to be so in love with you\nI want to do just what you want to do\nI want to be all that to you\nI got a dream\nAnd you can make it true\n[Chorus]\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\n\n[Verse 2]\nLove me until the morning light\nPlease me, make me feel alright\nKiss me, let me make you mine\nI love it, loving you sometime\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCome on, come on\nI want to be with you\nCome on, come on\nI won't get over you\nI want to do just what you want me to\nI got a dream\nAnd you can make it good\n\n[Chorus]\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinatedEmbed", 'default'

Brian_Mcfadden___Demons

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"Demons LyricsHave you ever been lost in a different world?\nWhere everything you once knew is gone\nAnd you, find yourself powerless\nWith everything that exists\nYou're numb\n\nWill I ever break free?\n\nI search my world but I can't find you\nYou're standing there but I can't touch you\nTry to talk but the words are just not there\nI can feel a sense of danger\nYou stare at me like I'm a stranger\nParalyzed and you don't seem to care\nThe demons in my dreams\nIf you become a nobody\nBlind, to your family\nWho would you be?\nAnd life has gone into reverse\nRe-living every hurt along the way\n\nEverything that you fear\nIs calling you and drawing near\n\nI search my world but I can't find you\nYou're standing there but I can't touch you\nI try to talk but the words are just not there\nI can feel a sense of danger\nYou stare at me like I'm a stranger\nParalyzed and you don't seem to care\nThe demons in my dreams\n\nWake me up and let's go\n\nI'm about to explode\n\nI search my world but I can't find you\nYou're standing there but I can't touch you\nI try to talk but the words are just not there\nI can feel a sense of danger\nYou stare at me like I'm a stranger\nParalyzed and you don't seem to care\nThe demons in my dreamsYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Cat_Power___Say

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"Say LyricsLearn to say the same thing\nLet us hold fast to saying the same thing\nI hope all is well with you\nI wish the best for you\nWhen no one is around love will always love you\n\nLearn to say the same thing\nWhat defeats people is a double confession\nOne time they will confess one thing\nAnd the next they will confess something else\nTalk to them, they will say\nLearn to say the same thing\nLet us hold fast to saying the same thing\n\nNever give up, no, never give up\nIf you're looking for something easy\nYou might as well give it up\nNever give up, no, never give up\nIf you're looking for something easy\nYou might as well give it up\n\nOne time they will confess one thing\nAnd the next they will confess the next\nYou talk to them, they will say\n\nLearn to say the same thing\nLet us hold fast to saying the same thingYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Feist___The_Limit_To_Your_Love

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"The Limit to Your Love LyricsClouds part\nJust to give us a little sun\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's a limit to your love\nLike a waterfall in slow motion\nLike a map with no ocean\nThere's a limit to your love\nYour love, your love, your love\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere's a limit to you care\nSo carelessly there\nIs it truth or dare?\nThere's a limit to your care\n[Bridge 1]\nI love, I love, I love\nThis dream of going upstream\nI love, I love, I love\nThe trouble that you give me\nI know, I know, I know\nThat only I can save me\nI'll go, I'll go, I'll go\nRight down the road\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's a limit to your love\nLike a waterfall in slow motion\nLike a map with no ocean\nThere's a limit to your love\nYour love, your love, your love\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can't read your smile\nIt should be written on your face\nI'm piecing it together\nThere's something out of place\nOh\n\n[Bridge 2]\nI love, I love, I love\nThis dream of going upstream\nI love, I love, I love\nThe trouble that you give me\nI know, I know, I know\nThat only I can save me\nI'll go, I'll go, I'll go\nOut on the road\nYou might also like[Outro]\nBecause there is no limit\nThere's no limit\nNo limit, no limit, no limit\nLimit to my love1Embed", 'default'

Blind_Pilot___Poor_Boy

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"Poor Boy LyricsPoor boy\nWhy don't you try getting water?\nPoor boy\nWhy don't you try getting sleep?\nI think if one of us is going to suffer\nWhy shouldn't it be me?\n\nPoor boy\nYour wife is in hard labor\nThe rhythm you know\nIs pulsing and drifting to the grave\nWhen you come to\nYou'll be asking yourself just one question\nWas I always this way?\nWas I always this way?\nThink back a year\nWhen everything stood at the surface\nBut bandage you cuts cause you don't know what swims underneath\n\nHold tight\nThe bondage of this life is slipping\nWhy shouldn't it be me?\nWhy shouldn't it be me?\n\nWhen I come back\nYou'll be the brightest star\nIn the black\nWhen there are days\nThat you want the call we're all waiting for\nThink back\n\nPoor boy\nYour wife is in hard labor\nGo buy the flowers you'll leave on its grave\nYou went with the goal of movement\nNow one thing is different:\nYou don't want to change\nI don't want to changeYou might also like2Embed", 'default'

From_First_to_Last___The_Levy

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'The Levy Lyrics[Chorus]\nNow!\nRise, rise, rise to fall\nI never cared, never cared to try until now\nTo find home\nThe distance grows as the ground approaches\n\n[Verse 1]\nFaith, at least in the form of gravity\nKeeps me low at the ladder\nTime to crawl to the salty heel that pins my life\n[Chorus]\n\nNow!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Coda]x2\nClimb, climb, climb to fallYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Judy_Collins___Send_In_The_Clowns

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"Send in the Clowns Lyrics[DESIREE]\nIsn't it rich?\nAre we a pair?\nMe here at last on the ground\nYou in mid-air\nWhere are the clowns?\n\nIsn't it bliss?\nDon't you approve?\nOne who keeps tearing around\nOne who can't move\nWhere are the clowns?\nThere ought to be clowns\nJust when I'd stopped opening doors\nFinally knowing the one that I wanted was yours\nMaking my entrance again with my usual flair\nSure of my lines\nNo one is there\n\nDon't you love farce?\nMy fault, I fear\nI thought that you'd want what I want\nSorry, my dear\nBut where are the clowns?\nSend in the clowns\nDon't bother, they're here\n\nIsn't it rich?\nIsn't it queer\nLosing my timing this late\nIn my career?\nBut where are the clowns?\nThere ought to be clowns\nWell, maybe next year...See Judy Collins LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Engelbert_Humperdinck___Cant_Take_My_Eyes_Off_Of_You

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"Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You LyricsYou're just too good to be true\nCan't take my eyes off of you\nYou'd be like heaven to touch\nI wanna hold you so much\nAt long last love has arrived\nAnd I thank God I'm alive\nYou're just too good to be true\nCan't take my eyes off of you\n\nPardon the way that I stare\nThere's nothing else to compare\nThe sight of you leaves me weak\nThere are no words left to speak\nBut if you feel like I feel\nPlease let me know that it's real\nYou're just too good to be true\nCan't take my eyes off of you\nI love you baby, and if it's quite all right\nI need you baby to warm the lonely night\nI love you baby, trust in me when I say\nOh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray\nOh pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay\nAnd let me love you baby, let me love you\n\nYou're just too good to be true\nCan't take my eyes off of you\nYou'd be like heaven to touch\nI wanna hold you so much\nAt long last love has arrived\nAnd I thank God I'm alive\nYou're just too good to be true\nCan't take my eyes off of you\n\nI love you baby, and if it's quite all right\nI need you baby to warm the lonely night\nI love you baby, trust in me when I say\nOh pretty baby, and if it's quite alright\nI need you baby to warm the lonely night\nI love you baby, trust in me when I say\nOh pretty baby, and if it's quite alright\nI need you baby to warm the lonely nightSee Engelbert Humperdinck LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also like2Embed", 'default'

Caravan___Aristocracy

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"Aristocracy Lyrics[Intro]\nI mean, we got, we're twelve o'clock only\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou talk of all the many things that you have\nAnd you smile from day to day\nBut no one has ever seen any of these\nAnd those smiles just fade away\nSomeone keeps shouting out 'I want to know'\nWell I can't help singing this song\nWhen they tell me that the devil is a gentleman too\nI know I can't go wrong\n[Bridge 1]\nI have to slip away today\nI've been invited down to stay\nYes I feel my going down\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey say that eight fishes call men in the sea\nAnd use man-made for the bait\nAnd shoots all the people that fly in the sky\nThat chance on his estate\nThat feeds on salmon, that just has to be seen\nAnd none but he can do\nThey tell me this and they tell me that\nAnd tell me this is always, always something new\n\n[Bridge 2]\nYou'd better believe it's so\nI made up my mind to go\nA whole world waits for you, whoo\n\n[Chorus]\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI'll sit with my head thrust down on your knees\nAnd smile for you again\nAnd you won't have to worry about anything now\nI'll be halfway there by ten\nIt only takes a moment to decide on the move\nIt all seems so absurd\nStill I know that the devil is a gentleman too\nWho never keeps his word\n\n[Bridge 3]\nI made up my mind to go\nYou'd better believe it's so\nA whole world waits for me\n\n[Chorus]\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\n\n[Instrumental Outro]Embed", 'default'

Boys_Like_Girls___HeroHeroine

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"Hero/Heroine Lyrics[Verse 1]\nIt's too late baby, there's no turning around\nI got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud\nThis is how I do, when I think about you\nI never thought that you could break me apart\nI keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart\nYou want to get inside, then you can get in line\nBut not this time\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause you caught me off guard\nNow I'm running and screaming\nI feel like a hero and you are my heroine\n[Verse 2]\nI won't try to philosophize\nI'll just take a deep breath then I'll look in your eyes\nThis is how I feel, and it's so surreal\nI got a closet filled up to the brim\nWith the ghosts of my past and their skeletons\nAnd I don't know why\nYou'd even try\nBut I won't lie\n\n[Chorus]\nYou caught me off guard\nNow I'm running and screaming\nI feel like a hero and you are my heroine\nDo you know that your love is the sweetest sin?\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd I feel a weakness coming on\nIt never felt so good to be so wrong\nHad my heart on lockdown\nAnd then you turned me around\nAnd I'm feeling like a newborn child\nEvery time I get a chance to see you smile\nIt's not complicated\nI was so jaded\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd you caught me off guard\nNow I'm running and screaming\n\n[Chorus]\nI feel like a hero and you are my heroine\nDo you know that your love is the sweetest sin?\nI feel like a hero and you are my heroine\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I feel a weakness coming on\nIt never felt so good to be so wrong\nHad my heart on lockdown\nAnd then you turned me around\nDo you know that your love is the sweetest sin?\nAnd I'm feeling like a newborn child\nEvery time I get a chance to see you smile\nIt's not complicated\nI was so jaded\n\n[Chorus]\nI feel like a hero and you are my heroine\nAnd I feel a weakness coming on\nIt never felt so good to be so wrong\nHad my heart on lockdown\nAnd then you turned me around\nDo you know that your love is the sweetest sin?4Embed", 'default'

Box_Car_Racer___Watch_The_World

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"Watch the World LyricsI watched the smoke as it grew darker\nAnd blew up through the roof\nI watched the fed, saw them panic\nAs the fire grew\nI saw Virginia get rid of Langley\nAnd its secrets too\nI held your hand, and sat there knowing\nThat we'd make it through\n\nI saw this man dispose of hunger\nAnd soap operas too\nI saw this field that grew perfection\nFull of things you do\nI saw this box get rid of heartache\nAnd cure cancer too\nWhen I awoke, I sat there hoping\nThis is what we'll do\nIf we can, we will leave a letter\nAnd this song for you\nAnd we'll write once a day\nAnd float it through the sea to you\nWe'll regret all those things we thought of\nBut didn't ever do\n\nIf we can, we will leave a letter\nAnd this song for you\nAnd we'll write once a day\nAnd float it through the sea to you\nWe'll regret all those things we thought of\nBut didn't ever do\nWhen the sky seems to clear\nWho will then be left\nBut a few, me and youYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Erin_McKeown___We_Are_More

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"We Are More LyricsThis morning I saw a glimmer of hope\nIn the eyes that I met at the door\nOf separate futures and confident sutures\nTo the wounds that we have endured\n\nOh, you hate the words of war, but baby\nFace it! That's what it's been for us\nWe were never good fighters or very good soldiers\nBut through this we are more\n\nIt's Victorian this embroidering ordering and\nSorting of memory to museum quality\nIn a box we are, we are and we're art\nFor the victims and tourists to see\nAnd this victory we're part of is part and\nParameter of all that has come before\nWe were never good fighters or very good soldiers\nBut through this we are more\n\nWhat's the harm in ruins, reminds us of who\nWe were in the darker times\nIn the pieces of colonies, we'll find that we follow\nA church of our own design\n\nBy our best, we're remembered, baptised we surrender\nBy air, by water, by shore\nWe were never good fighters or very good soldiers\nBut through this we are more\n\nWe are more\nWe are more\nWe are more\nWe are moreYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Gavin_DeGraw___Chariot

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'Chariot Lyrics[Verse 1]\nStaring at a maple leaf\nLeaning on the mother tree\nI said to myself, "We all lost touch"\nYour favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries\nAnd seedless watermelon, oh\nNothing from the ground is good enough\nBody rise\nLook what\'s over me\n\n[Chorus]\nOh chariot, your golden waves\nAre walking down upon this face\nOh chariot, I\'m singing out loud\nTo guide me\nGive me your strength\n[Verse 2]\nRemember seeking moon\'s rebirth\nRains made mirrors of the earth\nThe sun was just yellow energy\nIf it\'s a living promise land\nEven over fields of sand\nSeasons fill my mind and\nCover me\nBringing back\nMore than a memory\n\n[Chorus]\nOh chariot, your golden waves\nAre walking down upon this face\nOh chariot, I\'m singing out loud\nTo guide me\nGive me your strength\n\n[Bridge]\nYou\'ll be my vacation away from this place\nYou know what I want\nHolding that cup\nIt\'s pouring over the sides\nMake me wanna spread my arms and fly\n\n[Chorus]\nOh chariot, your golden waves\nAre walking down upon this face\nOh chariot, I\'m singing out loud\nTo guide me\nGive me your strength\nYou might also like[Outro]\nGive me your strength Chariot\nGive me your strength Chariot\nGive me your strength Chariot\nGive me your strength Chariot\nGive me your strength Give it to me\nChariot\nGive me your strength Give it to me\nChariot\nGive me your strength Give it to me\nChariot\nGive me your strength, oh chariot2Embed', 'default'

Aaron_Carter___Keep_Believing

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"Keep Believing LyricsWhen I look into your sad eyes\nIt makes me feel for you\nCause I don't see the light\nThat was always shining through\nSomeone broke your heart\nNow it's easy to give up\nI'm telling you\nIt's not the end\nIt's not the end of love\n\nKeep believing, baby\nCause anything happens for a reason\nThough tonight tears fill your eyes\nDon't stop dreamin' girl\nI'll be right here to lean on\nYou're gonna make it through\nI wanna see you\nKeep believing\nHas anybody ever told you\nHow beautiful you truly ar\nJust one smile from you\nCan open up any heart\nYou deserve that too\nLet somebody lift you up\nYou gotta know\nSomewhere out there\nYou're gonna find love...yeah\n\nKeep believing, baby\nCause anything happens for a reason\nThough tonight tears fill your eyes\nDon't stop dreamin' girl\nI'll be right here to lean on\nYou're gonna make it through\nI wanna see you pause\n\nKeep believing just have faith\nI promise you the clouds will break\nAnd someday soon\nYou'll see the sun\nAnd find that someone...\n\nKeep believing pause\nCause anything happens for a reason\nThough tonight tears fill your eyes\nDon't stop dreamin' girl\nI'll be right here to lean on\nYou're gonna make it through\nI wanna see you\nKeep believing...\nYou might also likeKeep believing...Embed", 'default'

Amanda_Marshall___Everybodys_Got_A_Story

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"Everybody’s Got a Story LyricsA la la la la la la la la la la\nOohh, oooh yeah\n\nYou walk up to me and say 'Feel like I know ya, baby'\nAnd then take a sip of your cherry coke\nNow, now who drinks a cherry coke\nMaybe your nervous\nI see that bead of sweat dancing on your cheek\nYour words are like cheap champagne cheap champagne\nI get the point but its much too sweet\nI'm so tired of the dance\nThis carousel of superficial conversation gets me nowhere\n\nSo you can see my bra, underneath my shirt\nWatch the wind, underneath my skirt\nBut that ain't the picture it's just a part\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nSee my eyes, don't see what I see\nTouch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me\nIts the human condition that keeps us apart\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\nYeah everybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nLalalalalalalananana\n\nNow who can read the mind of the redheaded girl next door\nOr the taxi driver who just dropped you off\nOr the, or the classmate that you ignore\nDon't assume everything on the surface is what you see\nCause that classmate just lost her mother\nAnd that taxi driver's got a PHD\n\nI'm so tired of the fear\nThat weighs us down with wrong assumptions\nA broken heart's a natural function\nYou might also likeSo you can see my bra, underneath my shirt\nWatch the wind, underneath my skirt\nBut that ain't the picture it's just a part\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nSee my eyes, don't see what I see\nTouch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me\nIts the human condition that keeps us apart\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nSee my bra, underneath my shirt\nWatch the wind, underneath my skirt\nBut that ain't the picture it's just a part\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nLalalalalalala dadadada\n\nSo dig deep dig deep\nDeeper than the image that you see dig deep\nLift the film and let your true self breathdig deep\nShow the world the beauty underneath\n\nSee my bra, underneath my shirt\nWatch the wind, underneath my skirt\nBut that ain't the picture it's just a part\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\nSee my eyes, don't see what I see\nTouch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me\nIts the human condition that keeps us apart\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nSee my bra, underneath my shirt\nWatch the wind, underneath my skirt\nBut that ain't the picture it's just a part\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nSee my eyes, don't see what I see\nTouch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me\nIts the human condition that keeps us apart\nEverybody's got a story that could break your heart\n\nThat could break your heart baby\nEverybody's got a story\n\nAlalalala cont.\n\n*Alalala's not accurate!!Embed", 'default'

Escape_The_Fate___Celler_Door

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"Cellar Door Lyrics[Verse 1]\nWe walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall\nTo find you in the bedroom not breathing at all\nI drug your body to the cellar where we lay\nThe wax it melts away, I kiss your face\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow we are starting to love you more\nYour body's on the canvas, I painted on the floor\n\n[Chorus]\nNow you wait\nLike the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on\nFor so long\nAnd oh\nHow it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone\nIt's so wrong, it's so wrong\n[Verse 2]\nIf I could take you somewhere, I'd take you to the darkest place\nScatter you in art forms, admire the whore\nBeauty in different ways, your hands on picture frames\nYour eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow they are starting to love you more\nA gallery of your beauty, no charge at the door\n\n[Chorus]\nAs you wait\nLike the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on\nFor so long\nAnd oh\nHow it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone\nIt's so wrong, it's so wrong\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes\nI lost control your face is pale, your body's cold\nAnd down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes\nI lost control your face is pale, your body's cold\nYour face is pale, your body's cold\n\n[Chorus]\nNow you wait\nLike the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on\nFor so long\nAnd oh\nHow it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone\nIt's so wrong, it's so wrong\nYou might also like[Outro]\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong\nIt's so wrong6Embed", 'default'

Abba___Gimme_Gimme_Gimme_A_Man_After_Midnight

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"TranslationsEnglishGimme! Gimme! Gimme! A Man After Midnight Lyrics[Verse 1]\nHalf-past twelve\nAnd I'm watching the late show in my flat, all alone\nHow I hate to spend the evening on my own\nAutumn winds\nBlowing outside the window as I look around the room\nAnd it makes me so depressed to see the gloom\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n[Chorus]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\n\n[Verse 2]\nMovie stars\nFind the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win\nIt's so different from the world I'm living in\nTired of TV\nI open the window and I gaze into the night\nBut there's nothing there to see, no one in sight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\n\n[Bridge]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nYou might also like[Interlude]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day23Embed", 'default'

Graham_Colton___Take_You_Back

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"Take You Back LyricsLooks like history's repeating\nI don't learn from my mistakes\nI can't feel the water rising\nA wave will always break\n\nI want to take you back\nBack to where we started before the lights had changed\nWords we didn't get to say seem to hit the hardest\nNow just your memory is all that ever coming back to me\n\nNow the hart you are defending has guards that I can't kill\nCan't you see the happy ending?\nI'll race you standing still\nDid you think that you could be so far gone that I couldn't find you?\nDid you think you could leave every little piece of me behind you?\nPictures in your head you won't forget reminding you of me\n\nI want to take you back\nBack to where we started before the lights had changed\nWords we never get to say always hit the hardest\nNow we'll never be\nI want to take you back\nBack to where we started before everything changed\nWords I never got to say still hit me the hardest\nNow just your memory is all that ever coming back to me\nI know you're never coming back\nI know you're never coming backYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Jamie_Lidell___Little_Bit_of_Feel_Good

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"Little Bit of Feel Good LyricsJust the sound of your voice\nDrowning out all my noise\nWhen you call my name mysteriously\nAll the source to let me see\n\nLittle bit of feel good goes a long way\nI need your touch to get me through my day\nWatching you sleeping I pray\nPlease don't make my feel good go away\n\nJust a look of those eyes, cutting through my smokey skies\nAnd the parts of me that grow from you\nCleared my vision so that I could see\nLittle bit of feel good goes a long way\nI need your touch to get me through my day\nWatching you sleeping I pray\nPlease don't make my feel good go away\n\nJust the smell of you hair follows me everywhere\nYour sweet alchemy turned trouble to gold\nTransforming it all to let me know\n\nA little bit of feel good goes a long way\nI need your touch to get me through my day\nWatching you sleeping I pray\nPlease don't make my feel good go away\n\nLittle bit of feel good goes a long way\nI need your touch to get me through my day\nWatching you sleeping I pray\n\nPlease don't make my feel good go away\nPlease don't make my feel good go away\nPlease don't make my feel good go away\n\nPlease don't make it go awayYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Rhyme__Reason

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"Rhyme & Reason LyricsOh well oh well so here we stand\nBut we stand for nothing\nMy heart calls to me in my sleep\nHow can I turn to it\nCause I'm all locked up in this\nDark place -\nAnd I do not know\nI'm as good as dead\nMy head aches -\nWarped and tied up\nI need to kill this pain\nMy head won't leave my head alone\nAnd I don't believe it will\nUntil I'm dead and gone\nMy head won't leave my head alone\nAnd I don't believe it will\nUntil I'm six feet underground\n\nHow long I'm tied up\nMy mind in knots -\nMy stomach reels\nIn concern for what I might do or\nWhat I've don\nIt's got me living in fear\nWell I know these voices must\nBe my soul\nI've had enough I've had enough of being alone\nI've got no place to go\n\nMy head won't leave my head alone\nAnd I don't believe it will\nUntil I'm dead and gone\nMy head won't leave my head alone\nAnd I don't believe it will\nUntil I'm six feet under ground\n\nSix feet under\nIn my grave\nLying wired and shut and quiet in my grave\nLeave me here\nLeave me here to waste here\nSo young and here I am again\nTalking to myself\nA T.V. blares\nOh man\nOh how I wish I didn't smoke\nOr drink to reason with my head\nSee Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also likeBut sometimes this thick confusion\nGrows until I cannot bear it at all\nNeedle to the vein\nNeedle to the vein\nTake this needle from my vein my friend\nI said\n\nMy head won't leave my head alone\nAnd I don't believe it will\nUntil I'm dead and gone\nMy head won't leave my head alone\nAnd I don't believe it will\nUntil I'm dead and gone\n\nIn my grave\nLying\nLying cold in my grave\nThe reason -\nMy reason\nTake my head off this terror\nThe fearing won't come back\nI can't see\nMy mind's all wiped clean\nThe needle\nMake my great escape\nI seem caught in time\nMy head leaves me behind\nBody fall cold And I see heavenEmbed", 'default'

Drive_Like_Jehu___Do_You_Compute

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"Do You Compute LyricsDo you compute? Do you compute?\nDo you or don't you?\nI think you do\n\nDon't need it proven\nDon't wanna listen\nDon't need a tour of the pieces I'm missing\nDo you compute? Do you compute?\nDo you or don't you?\nI think you do\nAs if you were put here to straighten us out\nAnd everything you said was being written down\nYou weren't and it isn't and nobody's listening\nAnd nobody gives a fuck what you go do with your lifeYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Howard_Jones___Hide_and_Seek

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"Hide and Seek LyricsThere was a time when there was nothing at all\nNothing at all, just a distant hum\nThere was a being and he lived on his own\nHe had no one to talk to, and nothing to do\nHe drew up the plans, learnt to work with his hands\nA million years passed by and his work was done\nAnd his words were these...\n\nHope you find it in everything, everything that you see\nHope you find it in everything, everything that you see\nHope you find it, hope you find it\nHope you find me in you\nSo she had built her elaborate home\nWith it's ups and it's downs, its rains and its sun\nShe decided that her work was done, time to have fun\nAnd she found a game to play\n\nThen as part of the game\nShe completely forgot where she'd hidden herself\nAnd she spent the rest of her time\nTrying to find the parts\n\nHope you find it in everything, everything that you see\nHope you find it in everything, everything that you see\nHope you find it, hope you find it\nHope you find me in you\n\nThere was a time when there was nothing at all, nothing at all\nJust a distant humYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Finley_Quaye___Your_Love_Gets_Sweeter

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"Your Love Gets Sweeter LyricsYou know your smile woman\nYou treat me so darn darn fine\nYou give me such an appetite\nAnd I need your loving every night\n\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\n\nBaby when you kiss my lips\nMakes me want to go head over heels for you\nWhen you whisper in my ear\nWhat I say is how I feel for you yeah\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\n\nSince I was sweet 16\nI wanted you to make you my queen\nThen until the day you were\nYou're the loving girl that's taking my hand\n\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\n\nNow I'm glad I'm older man\nSee things are riding to plan\nAnd baby if you promise me\nWe can build our world together\n\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\nYour love gets sweeter every day\n\nWalking so sweetly when you walk when you talk\nWhen you dance with me girl\nWalking so sweetly when you walk when you talk\nWhen you dance with me girlYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Karen_O_And_The_Kids___Worried_Shoes

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'Worried Shoes LyricsI took my lucky break and I broke it in two\nPut on my worried shoes\nMy worried shoes\n\nTook me so many miles and they never wore out\nMy worried shoes\nMy worried shoes\n\nOoo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo\nMy worried shoes\nI made a mistake that I never forgot\nTying knots in the laces of\nMy worried shoes\n\nEvery step that I take is another mistake\nI march further and further away\nIn my worried shoes\n\nOoo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo\nOoo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo\nMy worried shoes\n\nMy shoes took me down a crooked path\nAway from all welcome mats\nMy worried shoes\n\nI looked all around and saw the sun shining down\nTook off my worried shoes\nMy worried shoes\n\nOoo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo\nOoo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo\nOoo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo\nMy worried shoesYou might also like2Embed', 'default'

Evolution___Walking_On_Fire

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"Walking On Fire LyricsMy fingers burn in the breakdown\nThis part of everything behind me\nI fade into off the headlights\nCrushing every feeling that's in me\n\nThese walls you've built never come down\nOne's a crowded number when you're one\nLights flicker still in your eyes\nAll across the ground I own\n\nYou hear things that you can't see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat's your impulse for me?\nTime never leaves until it's over\nShadow falling never stay\nDeep treble lights that they cover\nSoftly slipping down my face\n\nYou hear things that you can't see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat's your impulse for me?\n\nI'm walking on fire...\nI'm walking on fire...\n\nTime's never still in my mind\nStay where I belong in your fumes\nI'm pushing back deeper lies\nStill wait, open to you\n\nYou hear things that you can't see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat's your impulse for me?\n\nI'm walking on fire...You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Keane___Perfect_Symmetry

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"Perfect Symmetry Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI shake through the wreckage for signs of life\nScrolling through the paragraphs\nClicking through the photographs\nI wish I could make sense of what we do\nBurning down the capitals\nThe wisest of the animals\n\n[Pre-Chours]\nWho are you? What are you living for?\nTooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more\n[Chorus]\nThis life is lived in perfect symmetry\nWhat I do, that will be done to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nRead page after page of analysis\nLooking for the final score\nWe're no closer than we were before\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWho are you? What are you fighting for?\nHoly truth? Brother, I choose this mortal life\n\n[Chorus]\nLived in perfect symmetry\nWhat I do, that will be done to me\nAs the needle slips into the run out groove\nLove, maybe you'll feel it too\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon\nThere is no golden gate, there's no heaven waiting for you\n\nOh, boy, you ought to leave this town\nGet out while you can the meter's running down\nThe voices in the streets you love\nEverything is better when you hear that sound\nWoah, woah, woah\nYou might also like[Backing Chorus]\nSpineless dreamers hide in churches\nPieces of pieces of rush hour buses\nI dream in emails, worn out phrases\nMile after mile of just empty pages\n\n[Extended Chorus]\nWrap yourself around me\nWrap yourself around me\nAs the needle slips into the run out groove\nMaybe you'll feel it too, maybe you'll feel it too\nMaybe you'll feel it too, maybe you'll feel it too\n\n[Outro]\nSpineless dreamers hide in churches\nPieces of pieces of rush hour buses\nI dream in emails, worn out phrases\nMile after mile of just empty pages\n\nSpineless dreamers hide in churches3Embed", 'default'

Arab_Strap___Phone_Me_Tomorrow

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'They Ain’t 100 Remix Lyrics[Chorus: Fredo]\nFuck them, I don\'t know them, they ain\'t one hunna\nIn my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner\nIn the trap, I make mad stacks off one number\nWhen you\'re at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up\n\n[Verse 1: Yxng Bane]\nFuck them, I don\'t know them, they ain\'t one hunna\nAll up on your crop half, fuck her yard don ah\nFuck them, I don\'t know them, they ain\'t one hunna\nStrapped up, strapped creps, nigga, that\'s Margiela\nHoppin\' out the spaceship Ah, yeah\nSwagger\'s on eighty Ah, yeah\nProbably fucked your missus in a Uber so it\'s five star rating Skrr, skrr\nProbably in Givenchy\'s, swagger\'s out a scale, that\'s five star rating Woo, woo\nProbably having brekkie outta Michelin, that\'s five star rating, ayy Ow, ooh\nDrop the plug, we\'ll run it back Ow, ooh\nIn the suit and tie up bags Ow, ooh\nHave Fredo run it back Ow, ooh\nIt\'s a sket that suck me on the map Ow, ooh\nHigh road on Freemason\nBitch the baddest cause she blaze it\nShe ain\'t surf but she jump wavin\'\nProbably hold a pack in the anus\n[Verse 2: Little Torment]\nChef whippin\' up a German Woo\nTrap game, I had to learn it\nFuck a opp boy, I\'m coppin\' burners Yeah\nScummy nigga from the Southside\nBut I found a plug and got the earnin\' Scummy\nI don\'t trust a soul, I don\'t trust your soul\nI don\'t trust them boy, they vermin\nIn and out of blocks, in and out of blocks\nIn and out the German servin\' Skrr\nIn and out the kitchen, on and off the stove, wrists movin\' like a whirlwind\nFuck a rapper, I\'ll spin the coupe round, spin the MAC and make your world spin\nLittle Torment had no respect from day, there was nothin\' they could tell him\nKway Kway, that white girl with me Yeah\nAnd I got my baddest girl with me\nNice breasts, she spend your whole stack Gone\nIt\'s nothin\', she just wanna rule the world with me Left\nI ain\'t round and make my tail with me\nAnd I keep a strap full of bells round me\nJust incase somebody tryna get rowdy\nI don\'t fire use my gun, lowe me\nLowe me, lowe me, I don\'t want a thirty\nPlus the washers flying with the TT dirty\nAmne\' buddy, they can smell it on me\nI don\'t sell food, it sell itself for me\nNiggas corny, buyin\' hoes shoes\nI buy Loubs, but I buy some straps too\nThis what happens when the realest niggas from the city link up, make a rap tune\nYou might also like[Bridge: Fredo & Nafe Smallz]\nYoung niggas gettin\' street money \'til they lock me\nI got a white girl with a big back, she talks Cockney\nThey see the kid and they skate out, it\'s not hockey Skrr, skrr\nKeep the dots in the gym bag, true, it\'s stocky Lets go, lets go\n\n[Verse 4: Nafe Smallz]\nWe keep the hammers in the duffle Gone\nSo run your mouth and you in trouble Baow\nMy doggy rollin\' with the muzzle\nWe gotta keep this shit one hundred Woah\nProbably got us on the OBBO\nThey addin\' pieces to the puzzle, yeah, yeah\nHit the trap and make it double cah nobody promised tomorrow Nobody promised tomorrow\nPrivate plug, yeah, I call the plug and I tell him what\'s up\nGet the pack and get it gone, I told them niggas I\'m the one\nAll them bitches gonna come, I told them niggas "Get the funds"\n\'Cause everybody wanna win and everybody wanna eat\nTell everybody in the slums, I told \'em see what I become\nI\'m the type to skip the drama, burnin\' bridges like I\'m lava\nHit the strip or hit the corner, rollin\' up some Marijuana\nRunnin speeches like Obama\nBring your bitch to the apartment\nShawty naked while she dancing Naked\nAll the food, the nigga starvin\'\nSmokin\' weed from early morning\nFuck that groupie if she borin\' Lets go, lets go\n[Verse 5: Yung Fume]\nWhip, whip, whip, whip \'til it\'s hurtin\' Hurtin\'\nSkatin\' round in a foreign joint, this shit German German\nI got white boys, I got Polishes, I got Turkish\nThey phone the phone I got my Arab ting, man, she Persian\nPlug threw me a pack and served it Served it\nI got clientele, man they purchase\nRunnin\' through the hundreds, trap jumpin\' for the whole week\nA thousnad grams, man, that\'s a whole key\n28, that\'s a OZ Woo\nNo one taught me how to get a pack, go get that money, I go on my own feet\nI was dippin\' out, now I\'ma take a trip to Harrods, I\'ma keep it lowkey Woo\nI seen a bad bitch and she a hottie I seen a bad bitch and she a hottie\nPlug drop me bricks, I think I\'m John Gotti, think I\'m John Gotti, the plug\nI smoke that weed, I don\'t pop Molly\nI heard the popo are after me After me\nYou got them nines and half a piece\nF-fuck them, I don\'t know them, they ain\'t one hunna\nOT for like couple months, talkin\' one supper One supper\nFuck tings, I don\'t cuff tings, not one lover One lover\nIt was me and bro in that fuckin\' alley, it\'s the fuckin\' gutter\n\n[Chorus: Fredo]\nFuck them, I don\'t know them, they ain\'t one hunna\nIn my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner\nIn the trap, I make mad stacks off one number\nWhen you\'re at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck upEmbed', 'default'

CKY___Dont_Hold_Your_Breath

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"Don’t Hold Your Breath LyricsI create to destroy at hand\nThis path I made in the sand\nTragedy haunts its prey\nAnd I'm off to the deepest depths\nTo forfeit my place on this land\nThe tide pulls you into be\nAs one adrift in the sea\nWe finally float away\nThe feeling is free, yet\nYou'll find yourself drifting with me\nDon't hold your breath for long\nIf the undertow's getting too strong\nThere's no reason for you to come along\n\nThe horizon is just ahead\nThe end of the dry lives we've led\nTragedy haunts its prey\nYou know what I think of them\nYou sutured my wounds when they bled\nSo what's to become of us\nThe answer has yet to be seen\nWe finally float away\nAs fate puts us side by side\nYou'll find yourself drifting with me\n\nDon't hold your breath for long\nIf the undertow's getting too strong\nThere's no reason for you to come along\n\nDon't hold your breath for long\nIf the undertow's getting too strong\nThere's no reason for you to come alongYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Glen_Campbell___Galveston

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"Galveston Lyrics[Verse 1]\nGalveston, oh Galveston\nI still hear your sea winds blowin'\nI still see her dark eyes glowin'\nShe was twenty-one\nWhen I left Galveston\n\n[Verse 2]\nGalveston, oh Galveston\nI still hear your sea waves crashing\nWhile I watch the cannons flashing\nI clean my gun\nAnd dream of Galveston\n[Bridge]\nI still see her standing by the water\nStanding there lookin' out to sea\nAnd is she waiting there for me?\nOn the beach where we used to run\n\n[Verse 3]\nGalveston, oh Galveston\nI am so afraid of dying\nBefore I dry the tears she's crying\nBefore I watch\nYour sea birds flying in the sun\n\n[Outro]\nAt Galveston\nAt GalvestonYou might also like1Embed", 'default'

Jill_Cunniff___Calling_Me

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"Calling Me LyricsWanted my share to be bigger, better and free\nAlways hungry for more, always watching the score\nWhat did I have to give? What did I have to give?\n\nSo far away, I can't believe it's here\nCalling me, calling me, calling me\nCalling me, calling me, calling me\n\nNever thought it could be so inviting to me\nSuch a natural thing, thinking only of you\nIt's a new kind of life, it's a new kind of life\nSo far away, I can't believe it's here\nCalling me, calling me, calling me\nCalling me, calling me, calling me\n\nOh, what do I have to give?\nAnd what do I need to live?\nI could hide away or fly\n\nSo far away, I can't believe it's here\nCalling me, calling me, calling me\nCalling me, calling me, calling meYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Charlotte_Sometimes___Toy_Soldier

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"Toy Soldier LyricsYou're bankrupt in your\nBankrupt in your heart\nDon't even look at me\nMy words could shatter glass\nAnd as a toy soldier from my past\nHave no use for you\nI took you off my shelf\n\nDon't you know I'm here for someone else\nDon't be so charming\nDon't be so charming\nSeverely lonely\nBut that doesn't bother me\nI got a boy on the corner\nWho'd love to be kissing me, hugging me, holding me tight\nI won't feel the need to call you at night\n\nNo,no,no,no,no\nI take it back\nAll I've ever said\nAll the things I never really meant\nTake me back\nI want my toy soldier\nIt's okay if we play pretend\nI promise to forget\nYou're plastic and on my shelf\nLet's fake romance\nAnd I'll be someone else\n\nDon't even touch me\nMy hands are cold as ice\nAnd as a toy soldier in my life\nHave nothing left to give\nAnd all this fighting hurts\nThe more I yell at you\nThe less you seem to learn\nYou might also likeNo,no,no, no, no\nI take it back\nAll I've ever said\nAll the things I never really meant\nTake me back I want my toy soldier\nIt's okay if we play pretend\nI promise to forget\nYou're plastic and on my shelf\nLet's fake romance and I'll be someone else\n\nYou're bankrupt in your, bankrupt in your heart\nYou're bankrupt in your, bankrupt in your heart\nBut I still feel the need\nTo see you through the nightEmbed", 'default'

Diana_Krall___They_Cant_Take_That_Away_From_Me

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"They Can’t Take That Away From Me LyricsThe way you wear your hat\nThe way you sip your tea\nThe memory of all that\nNo, no they can't take that away from me\nThe way your smile just beams\nThe way you sing off key\nThe way you haunt my dreams\nNo, no they can't take that away from me\n\nWe may never, never meet again\nOn the bumpy road to love\nThough I'll always, always keep the memory of\nThe way you hold your knife\nThe way we danced 'till three\nThe way you changed my life\nNo, no they can't take that away from me\nNo, they can't take that away from meSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Cinema_Bizarre___How_Does_It_Feel

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"How Does It Feel LyricsI don't know what you've been through\nI see it on you\nI don't know what you've been through\nNow how does it feel\nHow does it feel\nHow does it feel\nNow how does it feel\n\nYou've always been just like a riddle\nI find you so hard to figure out\nI could just wonder 'till forever\nStill there something I don't know about\nI don't know what you've been through\nI see it on you\nI don't know what you've been through\nNow how does it feel\nHow does it feel\nHow does it feel\nNow how does it feel\n\nLet me in it's now or never\nNo matter how I try to win\nIt never gets any better\nAnd now I'm sittin' here again\n\nI don't know what you've been through\nI see it on you\nI don't know what you've been through\nNow how does it feel\nHow does it feel\nHow does it feel\nNow how does it feel\n\nTell me now, tell me how\nI need to know\nTell me now, tell me how\nI need to know how it feels\nHow does it feel\nHow does it feel\nNow how does it feel\nYou might also likeTell me now, tell me how\nI need to know\nTell me now, tell me how\nI need to know how it feels\n\nI don't know what you've been through\nI see it on you\nI don't know what you've been through\nNow how does it feel\nHow does it feel\nHow does it feel\nNow how does it feel\n\nTell me now, tell me how\nI need to know\nTell me now, tell me how\nI need to know how it feels\nHow does it feel\nHow does it feel\nNow how does it feelEmbed", 'default'

Above__Beyond___Cant_Sleep_Original_Mix

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"Can’t Sleep Original Mix Lyrics[Verse 1]\nFour thirty A.M, I'm awake again\nSinging to the dark through open eyes\nWhile dreaming I see only you and me\nStuck between desire and compromise\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I said I want you back I'd be a liar\nThere's nothing left of us to long for anymore\nBut inside the ashes burns an endless fire\nAnd every night I can't help reaching out for more\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAah-aah\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're leaving me scars scattered in my heart\nA road map of all the places you have been\nAnd I can't escape, can't wash this away\nLove has burned your mark so deep within\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I said I want you back I'd be a liar\nThere's nothing left of us to long for anymore\nBut inside the ashes burns an endless fire\nAnd every night I can't help reaching out for more\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\nSee Above & Beyond LiveGet tickets as low as $145You might also like[Post-Chorus]\nSleep, sleep, sleep, sleep\nSleep, sleep, sleep, sleep\nSleep, sleep, sleep, sleep\nSleep, sleep, sleep\nAah-aah\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAah-aah, Aah-aah, Aah-aah, Aah-aah\nAah-aah, Aah-aah, Aah-aah, Aah-aah\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\nAnd I can't sleep, you're so far away from me\nAnd I can't sleep, and I can't sleep\n\n[Outro]\nAah-aahEmbed", 'default'

Bruce_Springsteen___Devils__Dust

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"Devils & Dust Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI got my finger on the trigger\nBut I don't know who to trust\nWhen I look into your eyes\nThere's just devils and dust\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe're a long, long way from home, Bobbie\nHome's a long, long way from us\nI feel a dirty wind blowing\nDevils and dust\n[Chorus]\nI got God on my side\nAnd I'm just trying to survive\nWhat if what you do to survive\nKills the things you love\nFear's a powerful thing, baby\nIt can turn your heart black, you can trust\nIt'll take your God-filled soul\nAnd fill it with devils and dust\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, I dreamed of you last night\nIn a field of blood and stone\nThe blood began to dry\nThe smell began to rise\n\n[Verse 4]\nWell, I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie\nIn a field of mud and bone\nYour blood began to dry\nAnd the smell began to rise\n\n[Chorus]\nWe've got God on our side\nWe're just trying to survive\nWhat if what you do to survive\nKills the things you love\nFear's a powerful thing\nIt'll turn your heart black, you can trust\nIt'll take your God-filled soul\nFill it with devils and dust\nIt'll take your God-filled soul\nFill it with devils and dust\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like[Verse 5]\nNow every woman and every man\nThey want to take a righteous stand\nFind the love that God wills\nAnd the faith that He commands\n\n[Verse 6]\nI've got my finger on the trigger\nAnd tonight faith just ain't enough\nWhen I look inside my heart\nThere's just devils and dust\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I've got God on my side\nAnd I'm just trying to survive\nWhat if what you do to survive\nKills the things you love\nFear's a dangerous thing\nIt will turn your heart black, you can trust\nIt'll take your God-filled soul\nFill it with devils and dust\nYeah it'll take your God-filled soul\nFill it with devils and dust1Embed", 'default'

Alkaline_Trio___Trucks_And_trains

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"Trucks and Trains Lyrics[Verse 1]\nThese days go by like trucks and trains\nSome hit so hard you barely feel a thing\nLights out right now, back then and forevermore\nLights out left now, these robots marching to the nearest liquor store\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something green that's leaving town\nAlways thought it was blue, always knew I was wrong\nWhere it goes, hell knows maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking up is turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including you, including you\n[Verse 2]\nThese times count down like boats and planes\nSome wash away in undertow, some plummet down in flames\nLights out right now, back then and forevermore\nWith sirens on, this ambulance is racing to the west coast shore\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something blue that's leaving town\nWe always talked about black, we're considering brown\nWhere it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking up's turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including the ocean, including you\n\n[Bridge]\nFeel the ocean blue engulfing you\nI view the deep blue sea\nIt's turning red right in front of me\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something gray that's leaving town\nAnd it's way beyond me how it gets off the ground\nWhere it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking ups turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including the pilots, including youYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Eighteen_Visions___The_Sweetest_Memory

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"The Sweetest Memory LyricsRows and rows of white lies keep trying\nIs that any way to live?\nDon't come to our home thinking I don't care\n\nDo you think we can't feel it too?\nDo you want to see this last or do you even care?\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nGive it up, give it up\nBecause the end is near\nOur sweetest memory is gone\nYears and years between the lines gone tainted\nIs that any way to live?\nI hope it's worth it, worth all the pain\n\nDo you think we can't feel it too?\nDo you want to see this last or do you even care?\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nGive it up, give it up\nBecause the end is near\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nHere we are\nDo you want to see this last or do you even care?\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nGive it up, give it up\nBecause the end is near\nOur sweetest memory is goneYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

John_Cale___Ghost_Story

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"Ghost Story Lyrics[Verse 1]\nIt was seven o'clock in the morning\nToo late to handle the day\nAt home it was only two thirty\nThe skin on my wrists turning grey\n\n[Chorus 1]\nHe stood up, wished us good luck\nHe changed his attitude twice\nThe box in the corner shivered in fear\nIt was tired and hungry for days\n[Verse 2]\nThe next year she bought a new stomach\nOf Liverpool, made in Detroit\nConstantly passing old matches\nSome sentries and millionaires\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWho did? Gallagher did\nThe same old thing every time\nGave up more empty cups\nThey were tired and hungry for nights\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt made life a little easier\nTo have Holland on the run\nIt didn't take that long to forget her\nMy old man and his gun\n\n[Chorus 3]\nRushed out, lions about\nWasting away on advice\nA hundred and three, four hundred or more\nIt'll haunt you for the rest of your lifeYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

AntiFlag___Stars_And_Stripes

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'Stars and Stripes LyricsWelcoming with open arms and, with open hearts\nIn the end they found their arms in shackles\nAnd their hearts torn out\nThis country named America is built on graves\nOf the natives who lived here before, genocide took place\nThe word "America" means "freedom" - as in, "free to kill the free..."\n\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars and stripes for me, for me\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars and stripes for me, for me... For me!\n\nIt\'s the same today as then, as U.S. tax dollars are spent\nTo rid the native insurgence in Mexico, and any other U.S. corporate interests\nThe third world is a modern day playground, for multinational companies\nAnd the tax dollars we\'re forced to pay, fund these heartless U.S. policies\nTheir explanation... "it\'s national interest, national security..."\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\nThey stand for greed, they stand for hate, for nothing I believe\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\n\nAt Little Bighorn national cemetery, there\'s a monument that reads: "to the soldiers killed in Montana while clearing\nHostile Indians away... \'\nAnd there\'s a flag there flying high, over the fallen killers\' graves\nWhen they call on me to die for them I\'ll say... "not me!"\n\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\nThey stand for greed, they stand for hate, for nothing I believe\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\n\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me...\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me...\nThey stand for greed, they stand for hate, for nothing I believe...\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me...\n\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me, for me\nThey stand for greed, they stand for hate, for nothing I believe\nDon\'t fly those stripes, those stars-and-stripes for me... me... me!!!You might also like3Embed', 'default'

Idlewild___Quiet_Crown

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"Quiet Crown LyricsI want to fly a little to the right, I'll never get to crowsdell\nAnd I want to stay awake all night to realise I'm not Ben Hoy\n\nWhat should I take with me to the north? It's the good north\nThe promised success, the appropriate north. It's the good north\n\nApparently, you're happy, you've realised\nI'm meant to be, unhappy, I've realised I'm not Ben Hoy\n\nWhat should I take with me to the north? It's the good north\nThe promised success, the appropriate north. It's the good north\nI want to reunite, I'll never save What will you save?\nWhen everything is broken now\nI want to reunite I'll never save What will you save?\nEverything is broken\n\nI want to fly a little to the right, I'll never get to crowsdell\nAnd I want to stay awake all night to realise I'm not Ben Hoy\n\nAnd what should I take with me to the north? It's the good north\nThe promised success, the appropriate north. It's the good north\n\nI want to reunite I need to save What will you save?\nWhen everything is broken now\nWhen everything is broken now\nWhen everything is broken now\nWhen everything is broken now\n\nEverything's gone now, everything's gone now\nYou've gone now, when everything's broken now\nEverything's gone running without a soundYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Heaven_17___We_Dont_Need_This_Fascist_Groove_Thang

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"We Don’t Need This Fascist Groove Thang Lyrics[Intro]\nEverybody move to prove the groove\nEverybody move to prove the groove\nEverybody move to prove the groove\nEverybody move to prove the groove\nEverybody move to prove the groove\nEverybody move to prove the groove\nEverybody move to prove the groove\n\n[Verse 1]\nHave you heard it on the news\nAbout this fascist groove thang?\nEvil men with racist views\nSpreadin' all across the land\nDon't just sit there on your ass\nUnlock that funky chaindance\nBrothers, sisters, shoot your best\nWe don't need this fascist groove thang\n[Chorus]\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\n\n[Verse 2]\nHistory will repeat itself\nCrisis point, we're near the hour\nCounterforce will do no good\nHot U.S. I feel your power\nHitler proves that funky stuff\nIt's not for you and me, girl no, no no\nEurope's an unhappy land\nThey've had their fascist groove thang\n\n[Chorus]\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\n\n[Verse 3]\nDemocrats are out of power\nAcross that great wide ocean\nReagan's president elect\nFascist God in motion\nGenerals tell him what to do\nStop your good time dancing\nTrain their guns on me and you\nFascist thing advancing\nSisters, brothers lend a hand\nIncrease our population\nGrab that groove thang by the throat\nAnd throw it in the ocean\nYou're real tonight, you move my soul\nLet's cruise out on the dance floor\nCome out your house and dance your dance\nShake that fascist groove thang shake it\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need that fascist groove thang\nBrothers, sisters\nWe don't need the fascist groove thang1Embed", 'default'

Blockhead___Expiration_Date

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"Expiration Date LyricsIt's not unusual\nIt's not unusual\nProbably hundreds of wonderful love affairs\nGo bad in this town every week\n\nIt's a big townYou might also like1Embed", 'default'

David_Cook___Lie

sad

"Lie Lyrics[Verse 1]\nYou whispered that you were getting tired\nGot a look in your eye\nLooks a lot like goodbye\nHold on to your secrets tonight\nDon't want to know\nI'm okay with this silence\nThis truth that I don't want to hear\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're hiding regret in your smile\nThere's a storm in your eyes\nI've seen coming for a while\nHang on to the past tense tonight\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't say a word\nI'm okay with the quiet\nThe truth is gonna change everything\n\n[Chorus]\nSo lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright\nSo lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night\nI don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart\nBut look me in the eye\nAnd lie, lie, lie\nLie, lie, lie\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, I know that there's no turning back\nIf we put too much light on this\nWe'll see through the cracks\nLet's stay in the dark one more night\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't want to know\nI'm okay with this silence\nThis truth that I don't want to hear\n\n[Chorus]\nSo lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright\nSo lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night\nI don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart\nSo look me in the eye\nAnd lie, lie, lie\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nDon't want to believe in this ending\nLet the cameras roll on, keep pretending\nTomorrow's all wrong if you walk away\nJust stay\n\n[Chorus]\nSo lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright\nSo lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night\nI don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart\nSo look me in the eye\nAnd lie, lie, lie\nSo lie to me and tell me that we're gonna be okay\nSo lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the day\nI don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart\nSo look me in the eye\nAnd lie, lie, lieEmbed", 'default'

FM_Static___Moment_Of_Truth

sad

"Moment of Truth Lyrics[Verse 1]\nHere we are, in the best years of our lives\nWith no way of knowing\nWhen the wheel will stop spinning\n'Cause we don't know where we're going\nAnd here we are, on the best day of our lives\nAnd it's a go, let's make it last, so cheers you all to that\n'Cause this moment's never comin' back\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI used to know her, brother\nBut I never knew I loved her\n'Till the day she laid her eyes on me\nNow I'm jumpin' up and down\nShe's the only one around\nAnd she means every little thing to me\n[Chorus]\nI've got your picture in my wallet\nAnd your phone number to call it\nAnd I miss you more, whenever I think about you\nI've got your mixed tape in my Walkman\nBeen so long since we've been talkin'\nAnd in a few more days, we'll both hook up\nForever and ever\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd here I am, on the west coast of America\nAnd I've been tryin' to think for weeks of all, the ways to ask you\nAnd now I've brought you to the place\nWhere I've poured my heart out, a million times\nFor a million reasons to offer it to you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI used to know her, brother\nBut I never knew I loved her\n'Till the day she laid her eyes on me\nNow I'm jumpin' up and down\nShe's the only one around\nAnd she means every little thing to me\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got your picture in my wallet\nAnd your phone number to call it\nAnd I miss you more, whenever I think about you\nI've got your mixed tape in my Walkman\nBeen so long since we've been talkin'\nAnd in a few more days, we'll both hook up\nForever and ever\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nI used to know her, brother\nBut I never knew I loved her\n'Till the day she laid her eyes on me\nNow I'm jumpin' up and down\nShe's the only one around\nAnd she means every little thing to me\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got your picture in my wallet\nAnd your phone number to call it\nAnd I miss you more, whenever I think about you\nI've got your mixed tape in my Walkman\nBeen so long since we've been talkin'\nAnd in a few more days, we'll both hook up\nForever and ever1Embed", 'default'

Broken_Social_Scene___Almost_Crimes

happy

"Almost Crimes LyricsYou're like a messiah kid\nLittle kingdoms in your chest\n\nI told you we'd make it, on for another\nI told you we'd make it, on for all night Put on all our best\n\nThis is how they will live on\nWe'd looked better if we win\n\nI told you we'd make it on for another Oh I've been getting calls now out here\nI told you we'd make it on for more now On their mouths and chest\nHelp this love before you leave\nDemonstrations lack caress\n\nI want you to take you, call on for life Thank you for creating souls...\nThe longer we make this, got no way there Children sleep with dicks\n\nThe Yukon keeps me up all night\nComplication sees your best\n\nTold you, I want it here longer for you I've been getting calls now out here\nI waited, I waited, it's late night, she's waiting at home On their mouths and chest\n\nWe've got love and hate it's the only way\nWe've got love and hate it's the only way\n\nI think it's almost crime\nI think it's almost crime\nI think it's almost crime\nI think it's almost timeSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

John_Mayer___New_Deep

sad

'New Deep Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI\'m so alive\nI\'m so enlightened\nI can barely survive\nA night in my mind\nSo I\'ve got a plan\nI\'m going to find out just how boring I am\nAnd have a good time\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCause ever since I tried\nTrying not to find\nEvery little meaning in my life\nIt\'s been fine, I\'ve been cool\nWith my new golden rule\n[Chorus]\nNumb is the new deep\nDone with the old me\nAnd talk is the same cheap it\'s been\n\n[Verse 2]\nIs there a God?\nWhy is he waiting?\nDon\'t you think of it odd\nWhen he knows my address?\nAnd look at the stars\nDon\'t they remind you of just how feeble we are?\nWell it used to, I guess\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCause ever since I tried\nTrying not to find\nEvery little meaning in my life\nIt\'s been fine, I\'ve been cool\nWith my new golden rule\n\n[Chorus]\nNumb is the new deep\nDone with the old me\nAnd talk is the same cheap it\'s been\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI\'m a new man\nI wear a new cologne and\nYou wouldn\'t know me if your eyes were closed\nI know what you\'ll say\nThis won\'t last longer than the rest of the day\nBut you\'re wrong this time\nYou\'re wrong\n\n[Chorus]\nNumb is the new deep\nDone with the old me\nI\'m over the analyzing tonight\n\n[Outro]\nStop trying to figure it out\nyou try to figure, you try to figure it out\nDeep will only bring you down\nYou know, I used to be\nThe back porch poet with my book of rhymes\nAlways open knowing all the time I\'m probably\nNever going to find the perfect rhyme\nFor "heavier things"1Embed', 'default'