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NIKKA COSTA lyrics - Everybody Got Their Something

So Have I For You

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I am a woman with a mission and a past to outdo I don't need a gun I've got a microphone and a melody or two Just like the earth has spent a thousand years making up for what we do So have I for you Your seeds of misery have sprouted and they try to block my way The worst gets the better of you and you try to disarm me with an embrace Just like the heart that's spent a lifetime forgiving what is cruel So have I for you Well mama you can choose the rain but I choose the sun That's all I need to free myself I am a woman with a mission and a past to outdo I don't need a gun I've got a microphone and a melody or two Just like the earth has spent a thousand years making up for what we do So have I for you I have justified every wave in our ocean I have covered every range of emotion And just like the sea has spent eternity at the mercy of the moon So have I for you Well mama you can choose the rain but I choose the sun That's all I need to free myself This bird's gonna fly so high Watch my sky come undone Mama you can choose the rain But I choose the sun

Can't Depend On Love

GORDON LIGHTFOOT "Old Dan's Records"
I spent most of my life outside in the drivin' rain I was only trying to get my with some of life's amenities Well nothin's free I got more than I bargained for Now it's plain to see I can't depend on love to defend me It took most of my time to do what never was done I was on the outside of an inside kind of love that now is gone Come right or wrong It was laid to rest that way I hate to be unkind Pretending is for strangers who don't know you I spent most of my life outside in the drivin' rain I was in some one-horse town just waitin' for a plane to take me back Now where's that at I paid the price, well ain't that nice Knowin' I'm so free I can't depend on love to defend me I got more than I bargained for Now it's plain to see I can't depend on love to defend me

We Are All Bourgeois Now

MANIC STREET PREACHERS "Know Your Enemy"
There's something wrong somewhere here So through unclean streets I made my way With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet I paid my way In every town on the way The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy But one day I met a man With money to spare He said he would tell me how it is The State he began Has been propping up people to long For far to long We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered To make our way through the world But we are all bourgeois now Once there was class war But not any longer Because baby we are all bourgeois now So go out and make your way in the world We're free to choose We're all free to choose We're all free to choose We're free to choose In Booming Britain we all work together To raise ourselves in the world Each of us knows someone Who has done well for themselves So well for themselves 'Thank you,' I said as I left I'll be on my way, I see how it is We are all bourgeois now And somehow I'll raise myself through the world I'm free to choose We're all free to choose We're all free to choose I'm free to choose We're all bourgeois now We're all bourgeois now We're bourgeois now

No Need

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "The Wild, the Innocent and The E-street shuffle"
She's a broken winged angel Refugee from things her mama knew And she's done everything the Bible say not to do Well I don't know if she believes in Jesus The good book, or even Satan you see I'm just trying to get her to believe in me Oh, 'cause when I see her face No matter where I am I'm in the right place And the girls I left behind Oh, they never satisfied me, it's so true But baby, baby, you do She's the belle of Eighth Street High society's midnight vamp Oh, she's my queen and I'm her tramp Yes she's a free falling flyer And she flows whichever way that the wind blows And she's the only woman I never knew Who could teach me more about me, bind me in chains And still let me be free My heart swells up inside Starts beating like I'm gonna die And my body breaks in pain As she falls down on me like the rain It's only her and my songs that keep me from going insane And I guess I'm one of those people Who measures love in pain You see, I never had too much personal success And to me there's nothing sweeter Than a teardrop of rain I just love that feeling of sadness Oh and it worries me so ... She's my West Side angel She looks so funky in her Hollywood wing And she knows how I stumble when I talk So she says: 'Don't talk, babe, just sing' And I have seen her body in candle glow In the deep heart of the night When you finally let loose of everything Oh, and she loves me like such a good woman And still, oh, she's just a sweet young thing And I know this might sound crazy or just the words of a young fool But I swear I'd be on the floor And she ever walked out the door I swear I'd wish that she would shoot me first And I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe it's true And that's what scares me worst 'Cause I dance for her Take any chance for her And I play for her Lord God knows I play for her And I need for her And I bleed for her

The Woman With The Tattooed Hands

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
[verse 1] I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful but its the way that she interacted she was aggressively passive to the point where she would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl she claimed it is what God resembled but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female and this one she explained looked like the devil I remember once watching her touch her own breasts how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower) now maybe I was high but it felt so right heaven and hell both take to this womans womb it didn't make sense how she could commence touching herself with me wide awake in the same room now if I've learned anything in my years (my years) I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise) but what happened next damn near stole my tears the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands and showed me why she never took some time with a man they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer to understanding more about what intrigues me most I didn't get turned on I just got turned I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned for each one of em I've hurt and every time I've been burned I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can about Woman taking in all she can and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands [chorus: repeat 5x till song fades] There's good and evil in each individual fire identifies needs and feeds our desires as long as we keep our spirit inspired she can bite her bottom lip all she wants

Diamonds & Rust

JOAN BAEZ "Diamonds & Rust"
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid

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