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CHRIS REA lyrics - Auberge


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On the hard fast train, on the road to gain Something gets right through to your telling bone There's a sudden itch, an electric twitch Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own This is the naked truth, this is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge (Auberge) Auberge (Auberge) You meet the silent type on a windy trail With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger You can talk till you ache, give yourself one more break You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter 'Cause this is the naked truth and this is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge (Auberge) Auberge (Auberge) Oh, give me a weekend, give me a day Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees Begging for mercy, singing: Please, Mister, please 'Cause this is the naked truth and this is the light But there's only one place left to go Auberge, Auberge Auberge (Auberge) Auberge, Auberge Auberge, Auberge (Auberge, Auberge) (Auberge)

Pharao Story

(Reuben) Father, we've something to tell you, a story of our time A tragic but inspiring tale of manhood in its prime You know you had a dozen sons Well now that's not quite true But feel no sorrow, do not grieve He would not want you to (RR, RR's Wife, MM) There's one more angel in heaven There's one more star in the sky Joseph we'll never forget you It's tough but we're gonna get by There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye (Brothers) But Joseph the things that you stood for (RR) Like truth and light never die When I thing of his last great battle A lump comes to my throat It takes a man who knows no fear To wrestle with a goat His blood-stained coat is tribute to His final sacrifice His body may be past its peak But his soul's in paradise So long, little Jo Adios, buckeroo Ten-four, good buddy (Jacob) There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye (Brothers) But Joseph the things that you stood for (RR) Like truth and light never die (Brothers) Carve his name with pride and courage (Napthali) Let no tear be shed (Brothers) If he had not laid down his life We all would now be dead

Tamburitza Lingua

ANI DIFRANCO "Revelling / Reckoning"
A cold and porcelain lonely In an old New York hotel A stranger to a city That she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom That is bathed in the first blue light Of the beginning of a century At the end of an endless night Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenue Pre-rush hour Post-rain shower Stillness seeping upwards like steam From another molten sewer Summer in New York They've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleep Us / they Something about the mosquitoes having some kind of disease Them / me CIA foul play If you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bag Chemical warfare 'I'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat,' he says, 'that's where the truth is at' That's where the truth is at That's where the truth is at And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can But one breath at a time is an acceptable plan She tells herself And the air is still there And this morning it's even breathable And for a second the relief is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted Her burden lifted She's full of clean wind for one lean moment And then she's trapped again Reverted Caged and contorted With no way to get free And she's getting plenty of little kisses But nobody's slippin' her the key Her whole life is a long list of what ifs And she doesn't even know where to begin And the pageantry of suffering therein Rivals television TV is, after all, the modern day roman coliseum Human devastation as mass entertainment And now millions sit jeering Collectively cheering The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement She is hailing a cab She is sailing down the avenue She's 19 going on 30 Or maybe she's really 30 now ... It's hard to say It's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way And, you know, she never had much of a chance Born into a family built like an avalanche And somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone She started to figure out things like why One eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky One eye on the little flashing red light A picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas Of the end of an endless night 10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2 one And kerplooey You're done. You're done for. You're done for good. So tell me Did you? Did you do Did you do all you could?

Drinking As Religion

After all this useless fighting, after all our schemes We could sense a final battle and started picking teams Due to lack of good direction, i fell in with thieves And took to drinking as religion and landed on my knees Truth that starts as understanding finds you in the night And circles all around the ceiling a frightened bird in flight After spending hours beneath it, everything comes clear Truth will pose no danger to you, what hunts you both is fear Somewhere in our everafter telephones still ring Somewhere in future journals, love still means something I have learned a mighty lesson from this change of plans Loss is brutal, i can't stand it, i wonder how you can And all the while there's dogs a-barking Streets are talking out my window Out the light and the snow is flaking, hearts are breaking Words are making a mess out of these Thoughts i'm thinking, boats keep sinking It's drown or keep drinking And if this darkness came from light Then light can come from darkness i guess If this darkness came from light Then light can come from darkness i guess

Let Me Know That You Know What You Want Now

ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
Do you want respect, or do you want truth? [Verse 1:] Life's too short to be afraid of the dark And we don't stop after making the mark Separate your chest from your heart To help everybody wag your tail with a lot less bark Put the costume angst away I was born on the year of the razorblade I'm in the back corner of a one way train This storm ain't nothing but Sunday rain Let's go [Hook:] (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?) Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?) We act like we got a whole lot of road left (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?) So don't mind if I drive with the top down (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?) Let me know that you know what you want now [Verse 2:] Earthbound, aim for the soft spot So much purpose I walk like a molotov Shot glass, rock hard, penetrate nonstop Cops on the way with the bomb squad Now let it be known We're trying to get ahead before we get a headstone But a rich man still face death alone That's why we turn up the touch and connect the tone Get shown [Hook] [Verse 3:] Dashboard ain't clean as it was Back before I first took the last seat on this bus But the children dance when we beat the drums And they still understand why we speak in tongues All city, American built A pocket full of cash take care of the guilt The crabs all crash in a barrell of milk But when they clear the snow I'mma steer the Seville It goes, look for the sign, wait for the right time A lifetime to outlive the night time And when the paint chips fall Gonna find my name on the wall with the crown in the skyline I keep bad on the back of my mind I'm an average guy, I just happen to fly Supernatural high and I'm laughing inside One nation with a capital I Come on [Hook] [Verse 4:] Everybody wanna be the next to blow So let it flow, so fresh it grow Just to let you know I could let you go, ho ho Millenium Do-Re-Mi-So-Fa-La-Ti-Do-Do Everybody's difficult, everybody's simple We all on death row, we all gon' tip toe I run with kleptos, I still wear big clothes Hold my dick the way you hold your crystals Pissing in the middle of nowhere Fishing in a lake full of frozen tears I'm like a polar bear from the Southside of over there I disappear into the open air, Atmosphere Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath We act like we got a whole lot of road left

Little Ghetto Boy (Prelude)

[Malik Yusef] You know you ghetto boy, when you got a face, with a scar And yo' highest aspirations is a place, and a car Shorties pull out and bussssst, like a money shot Now he on the run, he hot And he hurtin his Granny and she the only one he got The hood so shady You give up hope, of ever even tryin to find a sunny, spot- -light, they caught him at the stop- -light, but if he woulda run that yellow Then he coulda, run the globe But insteed, with speed They put one in the middle of his frontal, lobe like a unicorn I'm just tryin to keep you, informed To my little ghetto soldiers in they, gold green, red, and blue uni-forms - chuuch! But I'm feeling like the loneliest monk So I pull me a Thelonius Monk and blew, the horn And we don the monikers of goons and gangsters And are trained to conduct ourselves true, to form So we add a Shorty, a Money, a Mack A Lil', a Eazy, or a Young to our name So all the big ballers grab rims and hung, in the game And there's a degree, of difficul-ty to make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hood Especially when you know that yo' fresh greens will help eliminated a canned, good Can, good, and bad co-exisssst? In a place with plenty of off ramps but no ex-its

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