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THE CURE lyrics - Bloodflowers

Where The Birds Always Sing

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The world is neither fair nor unfair The idea is just a way for us to understand But the world is neither fair nor unfair So one survives The others die And you always want a reason why But the world is neither just nor unjust It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it No, the world is neither just nor unjust And though going young So much undone Is a tragedy for everyone It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing No unseen sign or untold truth in anything... But living on in others, in memories and dreams Is not enough You want everything Another world where the sun always shines And the birds always sing Always sing... The world is neither fair nor unfair The idea is just a way for us to understand No the world is neither fair nor unfair So some survive And others die And you always want a reason why But the world is neither just nor unjust It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it No, the world is neither just nor unjust And though going young So much undone Is a tragedy for everyone It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings But living on in others, in memories and dreams Is not enough And it never is You always want so much more than this... An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love A sweet mother down below and a just father above For living on in others, in memories and dreams Is not enough You want everything Another world Where the birds always sing Another world Where the sun always shines Another world Where nothing ever dies...

There Only Was One Choice

HARRY CHAPIN "Dance Band on the Titanic"
There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic. There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues From old street men who paid their dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it So they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news And cursed with skin that calls for blood They put their face and feet in mud But oh they learned the music from way down there The real ones learn it somewhere Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Inexperience -- it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines Only you are crying there behind the silver screen Now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn into frogs When you grab the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog First your art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall They're the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me Well just today I had my birthday -- I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons When I ask the loaded questions -- Why does winter come so soon? And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more Yeah the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf Only when the truth's up there -- can you fool yourself I am the aged jester -- who won't gracefully retire A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through? Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your problems fill my present Are we both going somewhere? Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis smile With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear And still you will not answer with that message coming clear Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream? B*U*Y Centennial Sell 'em pre-canned laughter America Perennial Sing happy ever after There's a Dance Band on the Titanic Singing Nearer My God to Thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Yes I read it in the New York Times That was on the stands today It said that dreams were out of fashion We'll hear no more empty promises There'll be no more wasted passions To clutter up our play It really was a good sign The words went on to say It shows that we are growing up In oh so many healthy ways And I told myself this is Exactly where I'm at But I don't much like thinking about that Harry -- are you really so naive You can honestly believe That the country's getting better When all you do is let her alone Harry -- Can you really be surprised when it's there before your eyes when you hold the knife that carves her you live the life that starves her to the bone Good dreams don't come cheap You've got to pay for them If you just dream when you're asleep There is no way for them to come alive to survive It's not enough to listen -- it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to flee It's not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that word It's not enough to be alive when your future's been deferred What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness -- my ally honest doubt The answer is a question that I never will find out Is music propaganda -- should I boogie, Rock and Roll Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song They're applauding at my shadow long after I am gone Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile Well I got up this morning -- I don't need to know no more It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before With every new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Inexperience -- it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Dance Band...

Hold On

JAKE MILLER
[Jake Miller] Yeah now I'm rocking with the best Pass me the mic and turn me up Bound to blow any moment now I'm bound to self destruct Man I'm just a normal dude With far from normal dreams Doing donuts in the whip I ain't talking crispy cream So sit back and watch me kill it A dynasty rebuilding We taking over the world Yeah I know you feel it Man this life I live is crazy And maybe a little Chaotic But I'm living out my dream Even though my dreams psychotic Cause, ain't nobody ever really gonna do it like me Come and take a walk in my shoes, you'll see I never show no mercy I torture the mic and murder the beat I shut it down in your city Windows down when you bump this I'm circling round the map Like Christopher Columbus Man, I'm crossing it off my bucket list Soon I'mma need another one And when I'm done I might just do them all again, Just for fun We pour it up, pour it up Then me and my team we down 'em We bout to change the world If your looking for the best I found them Baby lets go [Hi-Rez] Risking everything for everything Gonna go to hell to make your way to heaven I'm married to the game but I never had a wedding I'm more of a menace But that doesn't mean I'm independent Messing with the great whites, Working late nights And with a little recognition I take time I make rhymes, Never waste time I found my dreams and I chase mine I've been up, I've been down Beat the competition like Chris Brown Don't close your eyes you'll miss out on me Making it, my momma been proud I never lie, but I'm just the truth Killing tracks when ism in the booth They say rap is dead, rap is dead But I disagree cause I'm breathing proof Better hide ya girl when I'm in the room Cause I'll make her mine and ill be the groom I'mma need a broom to clean up the game Cause everybody nowadays come without the fame I'm all what I'm the real deal My music help me to pay bills So hungry I could eat eight meals I'll never know how being fake feels I seen debt but I'm still the blest No bath salts but I eat flesh I'm so fresh, I get no rest I'm grinding to make progress Your rap is whack, where the passion at? You're blowin' up, man there's not a chance of that You got a bit of chance Got a beat and check Been around the world I've been there and back [Jake Miller] I'm a lyrical mastermind,One of a kind,You'll never find Anybody with a - Wait hold up, cut the track and rewind Baby, everyday is a party, sometimes I think I'm tripping Just tryna keep my head from getting big like Stewie Griffin Man, I'm married to the game, Holy matrimony You say that you going ham, best believe I go baloney Cause if you ain't heard of me, then I think we need to talk Man, I bet you live with Patrick cause you living under a rock Cause, ain't nobody ever really gonna do it like me Come and take a walk in my shoes, you'll see I never show no mercy I torture the mic and murder the beat I walk around my city Felling like a mayor I'm worldwide baby Just like the equator Man, I'm living like I'm dying, but I haven't even hit 20 I'm living like a millionaire but I barely made a penny I'll take a break when I die, no stopping by any means Cause what's the point of sleeping, When you're living your dreams

Goodbye

ANDY MINEO "Formerly Known"
Uh, uh, they thought I was a singer. Look, I'm like ink so fresh I could smear it Just signed my name, I already feel it It's like a bulls-eye on my head that I'm wearin' But it's not a Bulls snap-back cap that I'm talkin' 'bout Walking out my faith, live from that New York City Livin' where it ain't pretty, Wash Heights Where they puff haze, play music all night That's why your boy came, so we could show 'em Christ Y'all don't get it, I been saved, living for His things Switched the name, used to go by C-Lite But then I put it in the grave, 'cause I'm steppin' off stage Still the same dude livin' what I say up on that mic Cap and gown, graduated now, 23 and I'm in a new season Wow this is crazy! God is so amazing He been using all that pain He allowed to shape me, Chiselin' Every little thing of me that isn't Him And sin is still wacker than it's ever been Jesus coming back again, when he does all that "I used to go church" stuff is irrelevant Following Christ ain't a one time event It's a lifestyle, not what you use for your girlfriend So there it is hope y'all listening Yeah the same mission but the team look different Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Rap aficionado, from the 'Cuse where they move for Otto[?] But now out of my window, I can see the Apollo I changed cities, still people remain hollow Everybody Tweet, but they don't know who to follow Watch me kick it, Salvation minus Crucifixion, You got a better chance at the Lotto with no ticket It's horrific, rhyme for Jesus but flow wicked You hear the truth, but don't wanna do it like those dishes Newsflash, new trash in the media All them old lies, watch what they feedin' ya If it's no good throw it up, like bulimia If it's no good throw it up, like graffiti huh So think fast, Ramadan, Autobahn Girlies wanna move fast tryna use they body wrong They gettin' naughty but, you know it's probably 'cause They want male attention, 'cause they father gone Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Say goodbye to the liar, say hello to the fire Say peace in the storm gone, like it's on tires Thought you was a Don Juan so you co-conspire With the evil empire, Evel Knievel, conniving people Are putting commas in God's word Careful who you worship when you waving at concerts My finger's on the detonator like I'm playin' Sega See ya later to the hater of love I made this statement because I'm sick of Being in your daily with that hatred and lust I got kids, and they got ears and they be opening up To bright ideas, when you feed 'em bull I feed 'em truth, 'cause I understand speakers are tools Either a key or a noose. Either get you out or get you through But it all depends on what you're get into See that gettin' is forbidden if you get into that fruit man Get up in them Scriptures so they get into that loop fam Salute. Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody say, oh, Goodbye! Everybody say, oh, Goodbye! Goodbye, Good-ggoodbye, Oh! Goodbye!

The Wild Ripplin Waters

Michael Martin Murphey
Michael Martin Murphey with Suzy Boggus. Suzy only sang the second female part (female singer's Part) *both singers line* As I Was Out Walking And Ramblin' One Day I Spied A Fair Couple A Comin' My Way One Was A Lady As Fair As Can Be And The Other Was A Cowboy And A Brave One Was He He Said Where Are You Going My Pretty Fair Maid (Just Down By The River Just Down By The Shade) (Just Down By The River Just Down By The Shade) (Just Down By The River Just Down By The Spring) (To See The Wild Ripplin' Waters And Hear The Nightingale Sing) Well They Hadn't Been There But An Hour Or So Till He Drew From His Satchel A Fiddle And A Bow He Tuned His Fiddle All On The High String And He Played This Tune Over And Over Again Then Said The Cowboy I Should Have Been Gone (No No Said The Pretty Maid Just Play One More Song) (I'd Rather Hear The Fiddle Just Played On One String) *both singers sing this line* Then See The Wild Rippln Water And Hear The Nightingale Sing (Fade out while playing the Fiddle on the first line of home on the range)

Southern Cross

MASON JENNINGS "Use Your Voice"
I woke up at 4:35 still jet lagged from another plane ride And opened my window over bondi beach Where all the stars seemed out of reach And recognized none but the southern cross Sitting on my bed with the light turned off Till i found a sweet song on the little clock radio and it made me cry Singing have some faith, have some faith And i don't know what i want but i know where i want to be And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can't sleep Will somebody please tell me if this is where i'm supposed to be Bottles on the table and socks on the floor Trying to remember what i started this for When a surfer friend of mine came and picked me up And we paddled out as the sun was coming up Talking about how everybody has to find Something that gives them the strength to be alive And out laying on our boards in the southern hemisphere, he said to me Gotta have some faith, have some faith And i don't know what i want but i know where i want to be And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can't sleep Will somebody please tell me if this is where i'm supposed to be

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