Misc. Lyrics

Dying is easy it's living that scares me to death
I could be so content hearing the sound of your breath
Cold is the colour of crystal the snowlight
That falls from the heavenly skies
Catch me and let me dive under
For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes

from Annie Lennox's "Cold"

Won't somebody tell me what we're coming to
It might take forever 'till we watch those dreams come true
All the money in the world won't buy you peace of mind
You can have it all but you still won't be satisfied

Hear this
Pay attention to me
'Cause I'm a rich white girl and it's plain to see
I got every kind of thing that the money can buy
Let me tell you all about it
Let me amplify
You heard about those
I got so many that I can't close my safe at night in the dark
Lying awake in a sick dream

from Annie Lennox's "Money Can't Buy It"

But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test

from Annie Lennox's "Little Bird"

He wakes me up, he starts my day
He knows exactly when and what to say
He lets me know he's on my side
He lets me know that everything's alright
He gives me room to be myself and loves it when I shine
And grants me absolute forgiveness for the fool I am sometimes

from Bruce Guthro's "Little Gifts"

I've brought a child into this world
I teach him to be free and strong
I've but to look into his eyes to know
Love lives on, so they say
It's the one thing we can not afford not to give away
Love lives on, so it is told
Worlds will rise and fall and come and go
But love lives on

I' ve kissed the ground from which I came
And someday will return again
For I am just a messenger you know

from Bruce Guthro's "Love Lives On"

I will be in town tomorrow, would you meet me at the station
There is something I would like to talk to you about
It's just this thing that has been on my mind forever
And I was hoping we could find a way to work it out
By the way this is Martin just in case you have forgotten
What I sound like, ya it's been a long, long time
They say that absence helps the heart grow fonder
Ya well anyway I'd like to see you if you don't mind
The night the Blue Jays won the pennant
I was sitting in the second row
I thought of you all throughout the game
And how we'd curl up on the sofa on a Friday night
And holler at the players like they could hear what we were sayin'
Look I'm sorry if I hurt you, and I'm sorry that I left
As of late it seems I'm sorry all the time
And wishing wells and shooting stars have been my friends
And I have come to realize that all the fault was mine

And I am falling into a world I can't describe
And I am calling cause I'd like to say goodbye

Hey I will be in town tomorrow, could you meet me at the station
If it's just to see your face as the train pulls through
I just want to see you laugh or cry or shake your head at me
I just want to see what twenty years has done to you
See I have nothing left to lose and no time left to choose
If I should let this deadly silence carry on
Twenty years or twenty days is far too long
For two people who once held each other in their arms

Will you take me by the hand and say you understand
Or will you want to drive me down onto my knees
These are chances I must take and I know I must not forsake
You're right to do and feel just what you please
But I don't have a lot of time to right the wrongs I left behind
To undo all the damage I have done
So I'm calling you to ask for your forgiveness
Is that so much to ask of your son
I will be in town tomorrow, could you meet me at the station
There is something I would like to talk to you about

Bruce Guthro's "Falling"

And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you
Oh look out world, take a good look
What goes down here
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the road
This is the road to hell

from Chris Rea's "The Road To Hell (part 2)"


I'm sorry for the way things are in China
I'm sorry things ain't what they used to be
But more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself
Cause you're not here with me

from John Denver's "I'm Sorry"

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly ducking girls like me

from Janis Ian's "At Seventeen"

You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
Hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand

from Nick Cave's "Red Right Hand"

Let her cry for she's a lady
Let her dream for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

Be careful how you touch her or she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe
The way she's always paying for a debt she never owed
And a silent wind still blows that only she can hear
And so she goes

from Skylark's "Wildflower"

In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches

from Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes"


I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

from The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again"

My karma tells me
You've been screwed again

from The Who's "The Dirty Jobs" from Quadrophenia

You were under the impression
That when you were walking forward
You'd end up further onward
But things ain't quite that simple

from The Who's "I've Had Enough" from Quadrophenia

Come sleep on the beach
Keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near
I'm feeling so high with you here
I'm wet and I'm cold
But thank God I ain't old

from The Who's "Sea and Sand" from Quadrophenia

And when your soul tells you to hide
Your very right to die's denied
And in the battle on the streets
You fight computers and receipts

from The Who's "Helpless Dancer"

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

from The Who's "Who Are You"

All the history of a soul in torment
Ingrained in a hand or a face
Ain't it funny how they all fire the pistol
At the wrong end of the race

from The Who's "In A Hand Or A Face"

The streets of the future littered with remains
Of both the fools and the so called brains

from The Who's "Why Did I Fall For That"

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

from Alanis Morrissette's "You Oughta Know"

With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing
the calliope crashed to the ground

from Bruce Springsteen's "Blinded By The Light"

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

from Bruce Springsteen's "Born To Run"

Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood

from R.E.M.'s "E-Bow The Letter"

Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,
this is what I wanted you to see

from R.E.M.'s "So Fast, So Numb"

If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?

from R.E.M.'s "Camera"

Paint me the places you have seen
Those who know what I don't know
refer to the yellow, red and green

from R.E.M.'s "Maps and Legends"

A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine

from R.E.M.'s "Swan Swan H"

Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold

from R.E.M.'s "King Of Birds"

I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice

from R.E.M.'s "King Of Birds"

Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song

from R.E.M.'s "King Of Birds"

When feeding time has come and gone
They'll lose the heart and head for home
Try to tell us something we don't know

from R.E.M.'s "Disturbance At The Heron House"

Got my spine, I've got my orange crush

from R.E.M.'s "Orange Crush"

DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives radio listeners

from R.E.M.'s "Radio Song"

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions

from R.E.M.'s "Losing My Religion"

The information nation took their clues from all the sound-bite gluttons

from R.E.M.'s "Ignoreland"

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

from R.E.M.'s "Man On The Moon"

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind

from Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne"

O break from your branches a green branch of love
after the raven has died for the dove

from Leonard Cohen's "Prayer For Messiah"

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high

from Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time"

All the women tear their blouses off
And the men they dance on the polka-dots
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time

from Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time"

And I just don't care what happens next
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time

from Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time"

And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime

from Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time"

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

from Leonard Cohen's "Anthem"

From the wars against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

from Leonard Cohen's "Democracy"

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen

from Leonard Cohen's "Democracy"

And I'm sick of pretending
I'm broken from bending
I've lived too long on my knees

from Leonard Cohen's "Light As The Breeze"

If I can make you smile
If I can move you close to laughter
With a word or two
When your day's been filled with strangers
And the castles that you build all tumble down
Now well, that's enough for me
That's all the hero I need be
I smile to think of you and me, we, you and I
And how our pleasure makes you cry

from Paul Williams' "That's Enough For Me"

At the age of 37
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

from Marianne Faithful's "Ballad Of Lucy Jordan"

Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven

from Eric Clapton's "Tears In Heaven"

I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy
I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I can cry
A fact I'll bet you never knew
But to cry in front of you, that's the worst thing I could do

from "There Are Worse Things I Could Do" from "Grease"

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us me and you
Is that the Russians love their children too

from Sting's "Russians"

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
My own religion

from Tori Amos' "Crucify"

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