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Gypsy Kyss lyrics

Needle In A Haystack

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His head is kinda achin' Too many cigarettes and too much of this bottle Too many things on his mind tonight Too much thinkin' lately About the things that are missing and the things he'll never find 'till he can reach and turn on the lights Watchin' the clock move Fillin' up the ash tray Spilling his guts to somebody that's not even there Time is moving slowly He feels like he's the only needle in this haystack He's a needle in a haystack He's feelin' kinda hazy All out of luck with no place to go He's turnin' out all the lights He thinks he's goin' crazy Hidin' from things he's already shown The things he's avoided alll his life He sees faces in the mirror Showin' him what kind of man he's become (What kind of man have I become?) Reachin' out from in him He sees the side of him that needs to be alone (What kind of man always needs to be alone?)

Cut Lip

Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross "Whatever You Say, Say Nothing"
15 books in Different covers Winter comes in Many colours Kids toys broken glasses Elvis live in Vegas He's still turning All the worthless things We're paying in Pounds of sugar Here it comes Blankets from the Social fund Snooker balls and Spanish divers rocks full Of cat hair All the worthless things For the warrants sake Maybe you'll be so kind and take the shirt right from my back That's got my kid I'd even smile for you With my cut lip With my cut lip With my cut lip With my cut lip Talkin' away My rent is due Didn't get my Last few Playing on the sattellite dish Finally nights to switch to Blue filmsloon tunes Purple moons Every motherfucker Will be on it soon Maybe you'll be so kind and take the shirt right from my back That's got my kid I'd even smile for you With my cut lip With my cut lip With my cut lip With my cut lip

Live Oak

JASON ISBELL "Southeastern"
There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back I'd never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze So I found another victim every couple days But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in Well you couldn't stay a loner on the plains before the war When my neighbors took to slightin' me, I had to ask what for Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around We'd robbed a great-lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword All the things that she'd suspected, I'd expected her to fear Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine And buried her so deep, she'd touch the water table line And picked up what I needed and I headed south again To myself, I wondered, “Would I ever find another friend” There's a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

Running

Fixx
I only wanted the truth, looking into No more feelings of doubt Then someone showed me the root of all evil When all the lights were out Shallow sleep, just leaning Am I leaving the game? I must be dreaming lots of undercover Dreams are always the same When the nights close in When the nights close . . . Well it's another night I waste at the opera With a permanent friend I should have taken direction much sooner Another night in the air If the lights came on If the lights came on I'd switch myself, with someone else Then I'd shake myself Things start to happen when I . . . Things start to happen when . . . Things start . . . Oh, I can see myself running But I'm standing still And I can hear myself screaming But there's no sound When I wake up crying life brings me down But it's not worth losing, until it's found Oh, I can see my way home, home I close my eyes and I'm back by the ocean My hair feels wet I'm on the brink of a lifelong ambition Whatever dream comes next I'm the seat of a hearse and guess who's driving? I'm with you all the way I hear the step of a fool, who's coming All night, never day Then the lights come on The the lights come on I switch myself With someone else Then I shake myself Things start to happen when I . . . Things start to happen when . . . Things start . . . I can see myself running But I'm standing still I can hear myself screaming But there's no sound When I wake up crying life brings me down No it's not worth losing, until it's found Oh, I can see my way home I'm at a house, all the windows are broken It's where I once used to live I must be losing all my undercover Dreaming always the same I can see myself running . . . Still . . . See myself running I switch myself . . . Running (repeat)

Certain Kind Of Fool

EAGLES "Desperado"
He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah, He wants to sing, oh yeah, He wants to see the lights a flashin' and listen to the thunder ring He saw it in a window The mark of a new kind of man He kinda liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his hand He took it to the country and practiced for days without rest And then one day he felt if, He knew he could stand with the best They got respect, oh yeah, He wants the same, oh yeah, And it's a certain kind of fool who Like to hear the sound of his own name Oo... A poster on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man He had a reputation spreading like fire throughout the land It wasn't for the money, at least it didn't star t that way It wasn't for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday

Smoothly

Racoon "Till Monkeys Fly"
So much difference now, the feeling's letting down. I have a notion of where I am although I'm scared some how. Not just a dropping in, more a dropping out. It fell so loud that I found out I always did without. I dreamt nothing was wrong, everything just smiled. In this worthwhile dream of mine a beauty place combined. I saw eagles fly, a grey sky open up, a star explode and others float between the mountaintops. She said: 'That's another kind of magic, I swear, things go smoothly'. Now it's up to me. Somewhere hid away there's a cure but I ain't sure whether it's mine to pay. Because all the time I tried to give my dreams a life. Every time that I woke up I simply closed my eyes. She said: 'That's another kind of magic, I swear, things go smoothly'. Man I promise you it gets better we're there...' Futile dreams and reasons floating in the air. While I stay silent. And I gave up to try and walk on water. For you, for you, so smooth... I feel weary now, shaky in the gut. What if I woke up and saw that dreams is all I got. I guess I'd laugh at life, sneaky in the hand. Because it's a bitch to find out things ain't going as you planned. But she said: 'That's another kind of magic, I swear, things go smoothly. Man I promise its gets better, we're there. Are you willing to look the other way. Are you willing to take chances'. I said: 'It's best if you just walk away'. She said: 'Life is short and meaningless, unless you make the best of it'.

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