JESSE MCCARTNEY lyrics

One Way Or Another

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Over here in California the sun maybe shining Back in New York there is frost on the ground I can feel it christmas is coming so much snow is falling all around In Chicagao the wind is blowing Honolulu waves is washing ashore In Miami the tempeture is climbing But in Boston its starting to pour Oh Don't you know that one way or another I'll be coming home for christmas day Doesnt matter any kind of weather You know that I'll always find a way And we'll be celebrating all the good things we share Everybody knows who willbe there I going to be there to Yeah I promise one way or another I going to get back home to you Down in Mississippi the weather is rising In Minnisota the kids are staying inside Ooh, Chilly noses pressed up to the window Getting ready for christmas time Cuz whatever the change in weather Santa he's still got places to go He's tuning up all the Jing Jing Jingling sleigh bells And rehearsing jolly Ho Ho Ho's Oh Don't you know that one way or another I'll be coming home for christmas day Doesnt matter any kind of weather You know that I'll always find a way And we'll be celebrating all the good things we share Everybody knows who will be there I going to be there to Yeah I promise one way or another I going to get back home to you Im coming home for christmas Candy canes and mistle toes Im going to find a way SO i can get back Oh Don't you know that one way or another I'll be coming home for christmas day Doesnt matter any kind of weather You know that I'll always find a way And we'll be celebrating all the good things we share Everybody knows who will be be there I going to be there to Yeah I promise one way or another I going to get back home to you Oh Don't you know that one way or another I'll be coming home for christmas day Doesnt matter any kind of weather You know that I'll always find a way And we'll be celebrating all the good things we share Everybody knows how we will be there I going to be there to (FADES)

In The Gallery

DIRE STRAITS "Dire Straits"
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay and stone Like the waves coming to the shore It was in his blood and in his bones Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He could not be in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes While the dealers they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's going to be in the gallery No lies he wouldn't compromise No junk no bits of string And all the lies we subsidise That just don't mean a thing I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree So he's going to be in the gallery

Dickens Dublin

LOREENA MCKENNITT
I walk the streets of Dublin town It's 1842 It's snowing on this Christmas Eve Think I'll beg another bob or two I'll huddle in this doorway here Till someone comes along If the lamp lighter comes real soon Maybe I'll go home with him. Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own. The horses on the cobbled stones pass by Think I'll get one one fine day And ride into the countryside And very far away. But now as the daylight disappears I best find a place to sleep Think I'll slip into the bell tower In the curch just down the street. Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own. Maybe on the way I'll find the dog I saw the other night And tuck him underneath my jacket So we'll stay warm through the night And as we lie in the bell tower high And dream of days to come The bells o'er head will call the hour The day we will find a home. Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own. Dickens Dublin Transcript Joyful mystery, the birth of our lord... This night our Lady and St. Joseph was going up to get registered and um they were going down the road and they met his man... and he said have you any room and he said 'Not but there's an old stable over there that I owned... If yous want to get into it...And they went over and the Lord came down from heaven at twelve o'clock and loads of beautiful angels was with them... and when they were walkin.... These three wise kings... um... they were all from different countries. And they always looked up at the sky and they looked up this night and saw this beautiful star up in the sky... and when they were going they all meeted together... and they had to pass King Herod's, not that we much care for him... and they went in and he said 'Where are ye going with your best stitches on ye.' And they said 'Did you not hear the news' and say he says 'What News' he says 'This day the Savious is born' and he said to them 'When you find him come back and tell me cause I want to go and adore him too' and he was only coddin' them. He wanted to kill him and when they were going, they stopped and they said 'Surely not this old stable that our King is born in. We were expecting a palace.' There was these shepards and shepards are fellas that mind the foals and cows and sheeps and little lambs and all um they hears this beautiful music up in the sky and they were wondering what was so fun... an angel disappated them and he said 'I was wonderin' what was so fun' and he said ye, and he said 'The Saviour is born. If you want to go see him follow that star up in the sky,' and it was a beautiful star.

Mega-bumpers

Fu ManChu "No One Rides For Free"
Oh mona sue what can you do? sharin it around swingin like Issac from a ship to shore ladies coming down way more than ive ever seen you know what i mean? more than a pound to go around bringin them to their knees Over my head through my back five car lengths is where your at Throwin snake eyes from a hand in the back white knucklin round captain lightfoot dancin up a storm coming back for more Bobby drivin a round a round a race is going down sudden flash across the night outta sight Over my head through my back five car lengths is where your at Hittin the road I see you all the way back Hey I seen you around Shiny blue camaro sitting in my path chumps going down

Water In The Fuel

KASEY CHAMBERS "Storybook"
Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven. I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection. Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go. I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down. And your voice last night on the telephone said you wouldn't be there when I got home So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south. [Chorus:] The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel. My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread. By tomorrow morning, I could be dead. Baby, maybe you were right all along. You said you couldn't stay with a man who was always going away, And all you wanted to do was settle down. You wanted to buy that little trailer, out on the edge with the money you saved. It had a carport, a colour TV and no place to turn around. [Chorus] Remember that winter when the lake froze over, We drove out there after we'd unloaded, We revved that truck and we spun it 'round and 'round. Then we left it idling out on that ice, Crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight. Baby, I'm sure on thin ice now. [Chorus]

I Woke Up In A Strange Place

JEFF BUCKLEY "Mystery White Boy"
The ghost calls to visit With my keys in his pocket Kisses in my mouth with his Eyes hanging out of his sockets My memories crumble Under still resistance I was torn out like pages From the book of existence I woke up in a strange place My mind a blur and some blood on my chin I made a call for a blackened cab Some destination was moving on in I remember the words that you told me How they come down so hard, so plain Fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne I lied to my host I told him I knew how far I could go Then I emptied my guts out On his brand new stereo Well he paid me to go upstairs And spend a night with his friend I never want to see my face in the mirror again I woke up in a strange place Music so loud that I spit up my beer I met a ride in that blackened cab Some destination was all that he had Easy now, this car is speeding up For my last chance, crashing to freedom Fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne Sweat pours down You're in the back seat sleeping And she waits by the window On an empty bed, weeping The ghost guns the motor To the land that he promised me I guess this is the time when your Best intentions become accidents This is my story for the dislocated Who want to love but who turn to be hated Because the lies of the spirit possessed you Because the eyes of your lover resist you Listen now, you keep your aim steady As your temple turns to kiss the pistol Fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne Fate is going to find your love, In a glass of champagne

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