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The "What are you listening to?" thread- Part 4
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dybmh
דניאל יוסף בן מאיר הירש
This one I'm dedicating all my friends who celebrate Christmas.
Here ya go, It's Christmas in July.
Edit to add:. Tagging a few of my friends... @Deeje , @David1967, @KenS , @KAT-KAT, @Redemptionsong @Vouthon , @metis, @Clear
Here ya go, It's Christmas in July.
Edit to add:. Tagging a few of my friends... @Deeje , @David1967, @KenS , @KAT-KAT, @Redemptionsong @Vouthon , @metis, @Clear
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dybmh
דניאל יוסף בן מאיר הירש
Angels in the Wilderness:
By: The Cowboy Junkies:
done
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By: The Cowboy Junkies:
Are there angels in the wilderness?
I don't know.
I've got my doubts,
but if you say so .
But I've got a feeling
we're doing ok.
We're doing our part,
to make the brambles seem less sharp.
When you ask for bread,
will I give you stone?
Will I make you confess it,
or leave it alone?
If it consoles you
will I take it away?
Hold my hand.
Help me to understand.
You break my heart
again and again.
I'll never get use to that sensation.
All those locusts just trying to get out.
Devouring with tiny bites,
all that lies in site.
Fly forgotten
like a prayer.
Fly forgotten
like a dream.
Fly forgiven.
Fly unseen
Fly, fly, fly
away from me.
Are there angels in the wilderness? I don't know.
But I will give you my love
and watch the bitterness grow.
And then will I take it and hide it away?
And wait on the day
when the balance tips your way.
Fly forgotten like a prayer.
Fly forgotten like a dream.
Fly forgiven. Fly unseen
Fly, fly, fly
away from me.
Are there angels in the wilderness? I don't know. ... ...
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Timmins Michael Edward
Angels In The Wilderness lyrics © Paz Junk Music
I don't know.
I've got my doubts,
but if you say so .
But I've got a feeling
we're doing ok.
We're doing our part,
to make the brambles seem less sharp.
When you ask for bread,
will I give you stone?
Will I make you confess it,
or leave it alone?
If it consoles you
will I take it away?
Hold my hand.
Help me to understand.
You break my heart
again and again.
I'll never get use to that sensation.
All those locusts just trying to get out.
Devouring with tiny bites,
all that lies in site.
Fly forgotten
like a prayer.
Fly forgotten
like a dream.
Fly forgiven.
Fly unseen
Fly, fly, fly
away from me.
Are there angels in the wilderness? I don't know.
But I will give you my love
and watch the bitterness grow.
And then will I take it and hide it away?
And wait on the day
when the balance tips your way.
Fly forgotten like a prayer.
Fly forgotten like a dream.
Fly forgiven. Fly unseen
Fly, fly, fly
away from me.
Are there angels in the wilderness? I don't know. ... ...
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Timmins Michael Edward
Angels In The Wilderness lyrics © Paz Junk Music
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
And sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied
I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me
the life that you wanted
I'll love him the rest of my days
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel,
pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer,
black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
It's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses
I said "Sister, don't you understand?"
He's all I ever wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin' alone
the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel,
pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say
There comes a time when you have to break away"
He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life
It's time to let them go and become my wife"
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel,
pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Margo Timmins / Michael Edward Timmins
Misguided Angel lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Paz Junk Music Inc
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
And sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied
I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me
the life that you wanted
I'll love him the rest of my days
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel,
pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer,
black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
It's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses
I said "Sister, don't you understand?"
He's all I ever wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin' alone
the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel,
pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say
There comes a time when you have to break away"
He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life
It's time to let them go and become my wife"
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel,
pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Margo Timmins / Michael Edward Timmins
Misguided Angel lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Paz Junk Music Inc
There's a rock and a field and a dirty sky.
I'm still as corpse, I'm content as a bride,
Thoughts of you and those flyin' shoes
All around me.
One wrong step and it's a long way down
So I triple check the hand holds, stand on firmer ground,
But it's not so easy when the whole mountains
Coming down on you.
So we wait for the morning when we'll stumble on the truth.
Probably fail to recognize it, as we're digging at its roots,
The sorrow and the anger that we've sown
In the fields all around us.
Hey little princess, hey little pea. ...
Come down from your tower and dance with me. ....
Yah you're the fairest one in the land. ....
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand. ...
... .... ...
There's a rock and a field and a collapsing sky.
I'm precious as a snowman, fragile as a lie,
Thoughts of you and those flyin' shoes
All around me.
I'm afraid of the anger of the hard twisted heart
That beats in the chests of those who are caught
In the ruins of the lives of those
All around them.
I'm afraid of the blood and I'm sick of the bleeding,
The effort it takes just to keep on dreaming
About better days, and better ways
Of living.
Hey little princess, hey little pea, ...
Come down from your tower and dance with me. ....
Yah, you're the fairest one in the land. ....
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand. ...
Hey little princess, hey little pea, ...
Come down from your tower and dance with me ....
Yah, you're the fairest one in the land. ....
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand. ...
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Michael Edward Timmins
Fairytale lyrics © Paz Junk Music
I'm still as corpse, I'm content as a bride,
Thoughts of you and those flyin' shoes
All around me.
One wrong step and it's a long way down
So I triple check the hand holds, stand on firmer ground,
But it's not so easy when the whole mountains
Coming down on you.
So we wait for the morning when we'll stumble on the truth.
Probably fail to recognize it, as we're digging at its roots,
The sorrow and the anger that we've sown
In the fields all around us.
Hey little princess, hey little pea. ...
Come down from your tower and dance with me. ....
Yah you're the fairest one in the land. ....
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand. ...
... .... ...
There's a rock and a field and a collapsing sky.
I'm precious as a snowman, fragile as a lie,
Thoughts of you and those flyin' shoes
All around me.
I'm afraid of the anger of the hard twisted heart
That beats in the chests of those who are caught
In the ruins of the lives of those
All around them.
I'm afraid of the blood and I'm sick of the bleeding,
The effort it takes just to keep on dreaming
About better days, and better ways
Of living.
Hey little princess, hey little pea, ...
Come down from your tower and dance with me. ....
Yah, you're the fairest one in the land. ....
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand. ...
Hey little princess, hey little pea, ...
Come down from your tower and dance with me ....
Yah, you're the fairest one in the land. ....
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand. ...
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Michael Edward Timmins
Fairytale lyrics © Paz Junk Music
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gnomon
Well-Known Member
I hear this **** every day at work and wish to subject RF to it as well. Listen! It's Abba catchy! You dance along with it as you walk to the restroom and try to find what is left of your soul in the U-bend. But the song isn't done and then you remember when your parents dressed you in corduroy pants. By the time the song ends a firefighter is dragging you out out of the toilet. And then...this starts.....
At this point you wish Olivia Newton John will rescue you.
Dear God Muzak!
edit: You're welcome.
VoidoftheSun
Necessary Heretical, Fundamentally Orthodox
dybmh
דניאל יוסף בן מאיר הירש
From the bowery to the brimstone,
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation,
bottom of the barrel that drops
I understand your causes,
sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend,
are you looking for a clean escape?
What's left when the locks have all been broken,
young children of authority?
How long can you be agile,
dancing between the alter and the mercy seat?
Here's a chance to make a choice,
are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us,
the fear comes through the door
There's nothing left between us,
the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion,
don't you lose what you have found
I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues,
everything that makes it go
round and around
We're all born in the devil's scorn,
they want to see you die
Are you true?
Everything they say is a lie
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Amy Elizabeth Ray / Emily Ann Saliers / Elizabeth Cooper Seay / Chris McGuire / Scott Bland / Bryan Lilje
1 2 3 lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation,
bottom of the barrel that drops
I understand your causes,
sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend,
are you looking for a clean escape?
What's left when the locks have all been broken,
young children of authority?
How long can you be agile,
dancing between the alter and the mercy seat?
Here's a chance to make a choice,
are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us,
the fear comes through the door
There's nothing left between us,
the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion,
don't you lose what you have found
I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues,
everything that makes it go
round and around
We're all born in the devil's scorn,
they want to see you die
Are you true?
Everything they say is a lie
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Amy Elizabeth Ray / Emily Ann Saliers / Elizabeth Cooper Seay / Chris McGuire / Scott Bland / Bryan Lilje
1 2 3 lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Year I was born.
dybmh
דניאל יוסף בן מאיר הירש
... the birth of cool.
The documentary about Miles was on our TV about a month ago - very full life he lived.