| 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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