Take It Back (Album: "Love, Marriage & Divorce [with Toni Braxton]" (2014)) (BABYFACE LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 12:14 PM PDT . If we do not like our story We can write it just the way we want Take it back to days of glory And the moonlit nights of making love I just need to know, you wanna go
[Chorus:] Baby let's take it back Baby let's take it back I wanna get it back Back to the way it was Baby let's take it back I know we can get it back Take it back and get back to Back to the way it was
The odds are clearly stacked against us We've been in this storm for way to long There are many things that will test us But we can win this fight if we just stay strong And I just need to know, you wanna go
[Chorus 3x]
Take it back to love Let's get back to love Take it back to love [2x] .
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Chasing What's Already Gone (Album: "Ashes And Roses" (2012)) (MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 11:02 AM PDT . There's a big white house on a leafy street On a summer's day in 1963 A station wagon's parked in the drive With dents in the fender and wood on the side
There's kids and dogs in instamatic hues Squinting hard in the sun Not just yet but one day too They'll be chasing what's already gone
You grow up tall and you grow up tough Try to never admit not feeling good enough They tell you find your passion then you'll find your way I'm just trying to make it unscathed through every day
And seems to happen nearly overnight Life shows you who you've become When there's no more mystery in the fading light You're just chasing what's already gone
Like the line that spells the far horizon Moving with you as fast as you can run Half your life you pay it no attention The rest you can't stop wondering What you should have done Instead of chasing what's already gone
I saw my father in a dream last night He was smiling and saying you're going to be alright And this morning I stared back at myself Feeling as empty as I've ever felt
But I keep on going and I hope I've learned More of what's right than what's wrong It's ashes and roses and time that burns When you're chasing what's already gone
Ashes and roses and hearts that break I tried so hard to be strong It may be my worst but not my first mistake Chasing what's already gone .
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New Year's Day (Album: "Ashes And Roses" (2012)) (MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 10:42 AM PDT . We are sitting at a table in a bar in Baltimore It's the last night of December And the room is nearly full And the front door pulls a draft in every time it opens wide And you are telling me a story From another time and life
And the waitress brings our order And we're tucked in mighty close And I feel like we belong among The living and these ghosts And I know that I am dreaming As I memorize each part In the telling lies a reverie In the details lie the heart
Like the folds of summer dresses Like the scent upon my wrist Like the way you played guitar Like a boxer punches with his fist And taken or just lost to me It's better now to say I dwell in possibility On New Year's Day
There's a jukebox or a bandstand And we're on another round And the night's just getting started Or the night's just winding down And your stories are not clouded yet by the ale Or by the gin They just make me feel as if I've known you All my life again
Like the folds of summer dresses Like the scent upon my wrist Like the way you played guitar Like a boxer punches with his fist And taken or just lost to me It's better now to say I dwell in possibility On New Year's Day
And this is what it looked like When we started walking home The night sky bleached to silver Against the city's bones In dreams or in our waking It's just enough to say Love and grace and endless flowers Be ours on New Year's Day
And the folds of summer dresses And the bangles on my wrist And the way you played guitar Like a boxer punches with his fist And taken or just lost to us It's better now to say We dwell in possibility On New Year's Day .
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Mrs. Hemingway (Album: "Songs From The Movie" (2014)) (MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 07:00 AM PDT . We packed up our books and our dishes Our dreams and your worsted wool suits We sailed on the 8th of December Farewell old Hudson River Here comes the sea And love was as new and as bright and as true When I loved you and you loved me
Two steamer trunks in the carriage Safe arrival we cabled back home It was just a few days before Christmas We filled our stockings with wishes And walked for hours Arm and arm through the rain, to the glassed-in cafe That held us like hot house flowers
Living in Paris, in attics and garrets Where the coal merchants climb every stair The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and whores And the music floats up through the air There's Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters And time with its unerring aim For now we can say we were lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine
Love is the greatest deceiver It hollows you out like a drum And suddenly nothing is certain As if all the clouds closed the curtains And blocked the sun And friends now are strangers in this city of dangers As cold and as cruel as they come
Sometimes I look at old pictures And smile at how happy we were How easy it was to be hungry It wasn't for fame or for money It was for love Now my copper hair's grey as the stone on the quay In the city where magic was
Living in Paris, in attics and garrets Where the coal merchants climb every stair The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and whores And the music floats up through the air There's Sancerre and oysters, and Notre Dame's cloisters And time with its unerring aim And now we can say we were lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine And now I can say I was lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine .
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Mother Of Violence (Album: "And I'll Scratch Yours" (2014)) (PETER GABRIEL LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 06:09 AM PDT . Walking the street with her naked feet, So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat. Snapping her heels, clicking her toes, Everybody knows just where she goes.
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence, Making me tense to watch the way she breed. Fear, she's the mother of Violence, You know self-defense is all you need. It's getting hard to breathe, It's getting so hard to believe, To believe in anything at all.
Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot, Data stored on a microdot. Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes, TV dinner, TV news.
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence, Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed. Fear, she's the mother of Violence, Making me tense to watch the way she feed. The only way you know she's there Is the subtle flavor in the air. Getting hard to breathe, Getting hard to believe in anything at all But Fear. .
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Biko (Album: "And I'll Scratch Yours" (2014)) (PETER GABRIEL LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 06:01 AM PDT . September '77 Port Elizabeth - Sonnenschein in Sechs-Eins-Neun endlich Ruhe nur ein Stuhl ging aus dem Leim Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - er ist tot
Du loescht gerade noch eine Kerze doch nicht ein grosses Feuer springt die Flamme einaml ueber treibt der Wind sie immer hoeher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - er ist tot
Die lange Nacht ist viel zu heiss ich traeum nur noch in rot Die Welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss nur eine Farbe tot Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - er ist tot
Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt sie sind da .
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Money Road (Album: "The River & The Thread" (2014)) (ROSANNE CASH LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 05:09 AM PDT . I was dreaming about the town of Hutchy bridge A thousand miles from where we live But the long mine at the pearly gate The keepers of our fate None of them will congregate Out on money road
A lonesome boy in a foreign land Out on money road And a voice we�ll never understand Out on money road
One lies in the Zion yard And one sleeps on the river bar Neither one got very far Out on money road Out on money road
I was dreaming about the deepest blue But what you seek is seeking you You can cross the bridge and carve your name But the river stays the same
We left but never went away Out on money road Out on money road Out on money road Out on money road .
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I Never Wear White (Album: "Tales From The Realm Of The Queen Of Pentacles" (2014)) (SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 04:57 AM PDT . I never wear white White is for virgins Children in summer Brides in the park.
My color is black black black Black is for secrets Outlaws and dancers For the poet of the dark.
Black is the truth Of my situation. And for those of my station In life. All other colors Lie.
I never wear white White is too blinding Always reminding Of the innocent who fall
My color is black black black For the crone, and the bastard The schoolgirl in uniform The servant in the hall.
Black is the truth Of my situation, And for those of my station In life. All other colors Lie.
My color is black black black Like the gangster and widow It's the shade and the shadow It's the depth into your eye
My color is black black black black black .
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Don't Uncork What You Can't Contain (Album: "Tales From The Realm Of The Queen Of Pentacles" (2014)) (SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 04:53 AM PDT . A man finds a bottle on the bottom shelf Forgotten and covered in dust The label is already half worn off Still, open it up he must.
As the corkscrew into the cork it goes He hears the weird refrain, "Do you what you like, but never uncork Uncork what you can't contain Do what you like but never uncork Uncork what you can't contain."
Pandora had a pretty little box, Wisely she kept it hid Until one day she couldn't resist Playing around with the lid As the demons flew and the shadows grew This song went around her brain:
"You can do what you like but never uncork Uncork what you can't contain, You can do what you like but never uncork Uncork what you can't contain."
As the demons flew and the shadows grew This song went around her brain: "You can do what you like but never uncork Uncork what you can't contain."
Macklemore went to the thrift shop Looking to pop some tags Found an ancient oil lamp Hidden among the rags So he picked it up and he rubbed it down Thought he'd gone insane
'Cause a genie flew out, singing "Never uncork Uncork what you can't contain" Genie flew out, singing "Never uncork Uncork what you can't contain"
He picked it up and he rubbed it down Thought he'd gone insane 'Cause the genie flew out singing "Never uncork Uncork what you can't contain." But sometimes though you have to Let out what you're keeping inside If you keep it all in, your head will spin And your mouth is all tongue tied
You've got to find the way to say what you say And get it down on the page Or the stage It's the cage for that tiger rage that you can't contain
Yes the page and the stage is the cage for that tiger rage That you can't contain, for real The page and the stage is the cage For that tiger rage, what it is that you feel So, do what you like but you better uncork Uncork what you can't contain Do what you like but you better uncork Uncork what you can't contain
'Cause the page and the stage is the cage For that tiger rage that'll cause you pain Do what you like but you better uncork Uncork what you can't contain .
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Laying On Of Hands / Stoic 2 (Album: "Tales From The Realm Of The Queen Of Pentacles" (2014)) (SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS) Posted: 14 Mar 2014 04:47 AM PDT . Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands What I often wonder is how she kept from hearing love's demands If in her loneliness she ever dreamed of following earthly commands, oh yeah. Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands.
Touch is a language. What it you have to say to me? Come and talk about it. Tell me where you're locked and where you're free. Brutality or tenderness, our bodies are exchanged in all eternity, oh yeah. Touch is a language. What is it you have to say to me? In this wilderness do we hurt or heal within our daily plans, oh yeah. Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands. Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands.
Epictetus probably slept with hands above the covers Lost no sleep in counting sheep or numbers of ex-lovers. The thing about a stoic is he's always understated I don't know about happiness but virtue's overrated.
La la la la La la la la La la la la la la .
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