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MORCHEEBA lyrics - Big Calm

Friction

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Skye : Locked in a cell for your very last breath How can it be that, This is your death Something is stirring, way underneath As people ignite the last burning wreath Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Men in high places Can't understand How to end trouble in this broken land They have no idea and no feelings for love Just send in the dogs and they stand well above Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Spikey-T : Them say me bringing the naughty dread So now I fight for me life Can't feel me youth and Now can't feel me wife Me a feature until you leave unpleased because Try me call me and beg me for tease ??? ??? make peace Don't return to send the light out there That's why the friction can't seize, yeah. Skye : Red is the vision, Flames light the street Danger in droves as we feel the heat All coming together, the time is now ripe Think for yourself and forget all the hype ! Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Spikey-T : Fire brought to my babylon Skye : Turning to fire Spikey-T : Fire burning near my babylon, know how Skye : Burning much higher Spikey-T : I'll tell you fire burning the babylon Skye : Turning to fire Spikey-T : Fire burning down the babylon, know how Skye : Burning much higher

Fire

AUGUSTANA "Can't Love, Can't Hurt"
No it don't come easy No it don't come fast Lock me up inside your garden Take me to the riverside Fire burning me up Desire taking me so much higher And leaving me whole There you were in your black dress Moving slow to the sadness I could watch you dance for hours I could take you by my side Fire burning me up Desire taking me so much higher And leaving me Fire turning me on Desire taking me so much higher And leaving me whole

Fire

Delirious
Fire burning from the outside to the inside out. There's a feeling leading, pleading. Follow where it goes, Excess baggage falling, crawling. Throw it all away. My redemption actual, factual. Happening today. Holding on, to everything we have. Say goodbye to everything we love. I, I, I believe, That the fire is here today. I, I, I believe, Now the smoke in my eyes, Has blown away. (That the fire is here to stay) Digging deeper there's a well, The years have tried to hide. Blood red freedom in my veins, Get ready for the ride. Tide is turning, yearning, burning, Urging us to go. Freedom people moving, grooving, Never turning back. Feel it, feel it coming on. Have some fear, 'cos the heat is on. Watch it comming from the sky, He's riding in on his chariot of fire. Feel it, feel it don't give up. We're holding up this burning cup. Hear it, hear it shake the ground, The freedom people make their sound.

For Those Who Died

CRADLE OF FILTH
Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations demanding that I am killed. We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency, your wicked acts are endless though the crimes we cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land, as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands. We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency, your wicked acts are endless though the crimes we cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears, religious persecution for the past three hundred years. Preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife, a papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ. And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations demanding that I am killed. We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency, your wicked acts are endless though the crimes we cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre.

Burnin' Up

JESSIE J "Sweet Talker"
Walking through the fire, Please don't let me go. Take me to the river, I need you to know I'm burnin' up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burning up, come put me out, come and put me out Hot in the kitchen like a thousand degrees, that's how I'm feeling when you're next to me I got a fever, tell me what did you do? Temperature rising when I look at you, look at you Subliminal, sex Drippin' in, sweat I'm losing my, breath Look what I've found It's 'bout to go down I want it right now Walking through the fire, Please don't let me go. Take me to the river, I need you to know I'm burnin' up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out, come and put me out I've got the matches, you've got the gasoline Light up the floor like it's Billie Jean The way we're moving, by the end of the song They're gonna have to pull the fire, f-fire alarm Subliminal, sex Drippin' in, sweat I'm losing my breath Look what I've found It's 'bout to go down I want it right now Walking through the fire (walking through the fire) Please, don't let me go (please, don't let me go) Take me to the river (take me to the river) I need you to know (I need you, I need you to know) [2 Chainz:] 2 Chainz! Everything hot like it's fresh off the grill Million dollar grill look fresh on the hill Plus I'm 6'5", she need to step in some heels 'Fore she step up in here you need to step up your gear Wish a Lamborghini had four doors (four doors) From the corner store to the corridor (corridor) Me and my homie on the dance floor White girl in the middle, looking like an Oreo (I'm burnin' up) 2, 4, 5 we can burn up Turn down for what, nigga turn up Motherfucker must ain't learn nothin' Back in the day used to down with a burn coat (I'm burnin' up) Light got the Lord on the top floor In a Ford, wearin' Tom Ford Walk in the club and her ass start clappin' Tell shawty I want an encore Come put me out, come and put me out I'm burning up, come put me out, come and put me out Come put me out, come and put me out (I'm burning up) Come put me out, come and put me out I'm burning up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burning up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burning up, come put me out, come and put me out I'm burning up, come put me out, come and put me out Ooh

Late Bloomer

JENNY LEWIS "The Voyager"
When I turned 16, I was furious and restless Got a Chelsea Girl haircut and a plane ticket to Paris. I stayed there with a pansy, he had a studio in the seventh Lost his lover to a sickness, I slept beside him in his bed. That's when I met Nancy, she was smoking on a gypsy She had a ring in her nose and her eyes were changing like moonstones. She said "Open up late bloomer, it will make you smile. I can see that fire burning in you, little child." Nancy came from Boston, she got in trouble very often Cause her parents had forgotten her, she escaped over the pond. She was searching for the writer of a song that made her shiver She listened over and over on her Walkman cassette. She said "Come with me late bloomer, for a little while. I wanna see that fire burning in you, little child." How could I resist her, I had longed for a big sister And I wanted to kiss her, but I hadn't the nerve. We found the writer, he was just some kid from Boston. I was jealous as I watched him talking to her. But man was I astonished, didn't look like no Adonis, But as Nancy had promised, he was heavy as lead. And he said "Come with us, late bloomer, for a little while. We wanna feel that fire burning in you, little child." Forgive me my candor, but I just had to have her. And at the time I didn't mind sharing with him. We rode in silence, all the way back to the seventh, And I promised I'd write her but I never did. And she said, "Au revoir, late bloomer, for a little while. You gotta keep the fire burning in you, little child."

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