BRENDAN JAMES lyrics - The Day Is Brave

Manchester

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Plains and painted trees The long south willow street A raging river turning Feelings never change And the names remain the same As children go on learning Like all the town she fights She prays she'll do it right With nature's sounds to guide Her safely through the night All of Manchester together To carry on the weight that is life That has changed over night Let the good lend their hands As the old teach the young This is all of Manchester Together, to carry us on Shades of red and white In the blinking of an eye The blues not far behind Free to live for the price Of the cold November night A chill that never dies Like all the town she fights She prays she'll do it right With nature's sounds to guide Her safely through the night All of Manchester together To carry on the weight that is life That has changed over night Let the good lend their hands As the old teach the young This is all of Manchester Together, to carry us on Father Roger speaks, he brings us to our knees It's beautiful All of Manchester together To carry on the weight that is life That has changed over night Let the good lend their hands As the old teach the young This is all of Manchester Together, to carry us on To carry us on So let the good lend their hands As the old teach the young This is all of Manchester Together, to carry us on

You're Welcome

JAY-Z
[Intro: Mary J. Blige] Turn, turn me up a little bit, when that music comes in it gets loud [Jay-Z:] Swizzy! [Swizz Beatz (Jay-Z) {Mary J. Blige}:] YES! Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high! Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high! {La dee da da da! } (It be very different now, Swizzy) Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high! Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high! {Oh oh oh! } (I need everybody put your hands up, wave from side to side right quick for me) Slow down HOV your killin 'em [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Swizz Beatz)] Yeah! You would think I was on 'roids I been hittin so long and I'n a big headed boy Nah we ain't on HGH Though I might pick up some weight when I'm runnin through your state (Runnin through your state!) Nah nah nah we ain't on the clear We on the runway in back to back Lairs (In the air!) Yeah Yeah! It's Ms. No More Drama And Barack Obama rhymers feel honored (Talk to 'em HOV) I put my life on these tracks You act like y'all don't wanna p-pay me for the facts Luckily my therapy is to rap I just bare my soul I don't expect nothin back (Get it up!) Your all welcome long as you felt them I was 'gon get mine you know where the hell I'm from I'm from the bottom so I do this from the diapers (Stinky!) Quick fast turn the big apple into cider (Nasty!) I do this, I'm a writer and a rider Spew it cause I'm nicer but I do this for the lifers (Tell 'em again Hov!) I'm a writer and a rider Spew it cause I'm nicer but I do this for the lifers, your welcome [Chorus: Mary J. Blige - singing in tune of Slick Rick's "La Di Da Di"] To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Yeah! Now everybody get yo' hands up) [Swizz Beatz:] Hands up, hands up, hands up, high! Hands up, hands up, hands up, high! [Mary J. Blige (Swizz Beatz):] Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Slow down HOV Your killin 'em!) [Verse 2: Jay-Z (Mary J. Blige) {Swizz Beatz}] Yeah yeah, you probably never see again (Uh-ah!) Somebody so deadly via the pen (No never no) Viva Hovito bandito muy bien Big up to Biggie and Pac, I do it for them Until I rich Kaleek, I do it for him Do it for those who can't do for self do to the pen May these bars reach through your bar And ma, when Mary sing it heals your heart {Hands up! } God so Lisa Stansfield you are Love Is A Battlefield we all get scarred {OH! } AH! I put my heart into this This is much more than marketed music The reason I got a market to do this As there's people goin through pain I'm just walkin 'em through this (I'm here for you) This ain't no marketed music People goin through pain I'm just talkin 'em through it, your welcome [Chorus: Mary J. Blige - singing in tune of Slick Rick's "La Di Da Di"] To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Yeah! Now everybody get yo' hands up) [Swizz Beatz:] Hands up, hands up, hands up, high! Hands up, hands up, hands up, high! [Mary J. Blige (Swizz Beatz):] Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Slow down Mary your killin 'em!) [Verse 3: Mary J. Blige (Swizz Beatz)] If it wasn't for your love it would all be a dream And you made our dreams come true That's why y'all don't need to thank us Cause we do this all for you (Talk to 'em Mary!) We know what you were goin through Because we were goin through it too When no one seems to understand We were always there to hold your hand [Verse 4: Jay-Z (Swizz Beatz)] Sure I taught you 'bout watch brands and watch bands I also said watch the man hoppin out of vans (WOO!) I ain't only teach you about Efizel I told you how to fish and not let other n****s feed you, your welcome [Chorus: Mary J. Blige - singing in tune of Slick Rick's "La Di Da Di"] To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Your all are welcome, your all are welcome, your all are welcome [Outro: Swizz Beatz - *beatbox scratching*] Now everybody say, M-*juva*-J-*erva*-B *Eh-uh-eh-evra* H-*erra*-O-*evra*-V *Eh-uh-eh-evra* M-*juva*-J-*erva*-B *Eh-uh-eh-evra* H-*erra*-O-*evra*-V Now-now-now-now-now-now-now Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box (Mary!) Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box (HOV!) Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box, (Swizzy!) Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box (Individuals!) HEY! (Get it up!) HO! (Get it up!) HEY! (Get it up!) HO! (Get it up!) HEY! (To the left!) HO! (To the right!) HEY! (To the left!) HO! (Good night!) Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night!

Good Clean Fun

THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND "Seven Turns"
Well I am on the prowl, baby Looking for someone to satisfy my needs. Some way, somehow, I'm gonna find someone to spend some time with me. I ain't looking, out forever, for some woman to treat a good man right. You look so good, you got me thinking. You might satisfy my soul tonight. Theres no harm done, I know you're the one You don't got to worry, no hurry. The night's still young, I'm just looking for some good clean fun. I am looking for one woman, Ain't always tryin' to put me down. I don't want nobody, Who's always givin me that same old run around. I ain't leapin'. I'm just leanin', Looking for that good kind thing. I can tell by the way you're acting, you know exactly what I mean. There's no harm done, I know you're the one. You don't got to worry, no hurry The night's still young, I'm just looking for some good clean fun. I better slow down, I don't wanna move too soon, I'm so confused, I don't know what to do. Please don't think I am movin' in for the kill, But if you don't want to love me somebody else will. I better slow down, I don't wanna move to soon, I'm so confused, I don't know what to do. Please don't think I am moving out for the kill, If you don't want to love me somebody else will. There's no harm done, I know you're the one. You don't got to worry, no hurry The night is still young, I'm just looking for some good clean fun. Some good clean fun...ohh, baby. Just looking for some good clean fun...........

Heartbeats

JOSÉ GONZÁLEZ "Veneer"
[The Knife cover] One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had a promise made Four hands and then away Both under influence We had divine scent To know what to say Mind is a razor blade To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no One night of magic rush The start a simple touch One night to push and scream And then relief Ten days of perfect tunes The colors red and blue We had a promise made We were in love To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough And you, you knew the hands of the devil And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth Sharing different heartbeats In one night To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no

That Girl Could Sing

JACKSON BROWNE "Hold Out"
She was a friend to me when I needed one Wasn't for her I don't know what I'd done She gave me back something that was missing in me She could of turned out to be almost anyone Almost anyone... With the possible exception Of who I wanted her to be Running into the midnight With her clothes whipping in the wind Reaching into the heart of the darkness For the tenderness within Stumblin' into the lights of the city And then back in the shadows again Hanging onto the laughter That each of us hid our unhappiness in Talk about celestial bodies And your angels on the wing She wasn't much good at stickin' around...but She could sing... In the dead of night She could shine a light On some places that you've never been In that kind of light You could lose your sight And believe there was something to win You could hold her tight With all your might But she'd slip through your arms like the wind And be back in flight Back into the night Where you might never see her again The longer I thought I could find her The shorter my vision became Running in circles behind her And thinking in terms of the blame But she couldn't have been any kinder If she'd come back and tried to explain She wasn't much good a saying goodbye...but That girl was sane

La Colombe (The Dove)

JOAN BAEZ "Joan"
Why all these bugles cry These squads of young men drill To kill and to be killed Stood waiting by the train Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine's groaning cough As it strains to drag us all Into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry And shout and fling us flowers And trade their rights for ours To murder and to die [Chorus:] The dove has torn her wing So no more songs of love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove Why must this moment come When childhood has to die When hope shrinks to a sigh And speech into a drum Why are they pale and still Young boys trained over night Concripts payed to kill And dressed in gray to fight These rainclouds massing tight This train load battle bound This moving burial ground Goes thundering to the night [Chorus] Why statues towering grave Above the last defeat Old words and lies repeat Across a new made grave And why the same still birds That victory always brought These hours of glory bought By men with mounds of earth Dead ash without a spark Where cities used to be Where guns probe every spark And crush it into dust [Chorus] And while your face undone With jagged lines of tears That gave in those first years All the peace I'd ever want Your body in the gloom The platform fading back Your shadow on the track A flower upon a tomb And why these days ahead When I must let you cry And live prepared to die And to.... [Chorus]

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