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CHRIS REA lyrics - Dancing With Strangers

Curse Of The Traveller

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On the restless road to nowhere There's no certain peace it seems Desire to keep on moving till the river of dreams Is it just because someone told you Is it just because you found Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around When allegiance asks the questions Old freedom twists and turns And chokes on codes of honour On the sword of no return And it's the curse of the traveller The curse of the traveller Got a hold of me And it won't let you be And in sleepless nights You'll call her name And feel loneliness cold to the bone And when the daylight breaks This old tired heart aches To be such a long way, such a long way from home And you long for the harbourlights But you'll never be free Of the craving for refuge And the call of the sea Always wanting to sell up But always needing to buy So till the road leads to somewhere And that river runs dry It's the curse of the traveller Ain't gonna let you be The curse of the traveller And it sure got a hold of me

Last Call

Mae
Hello, grab your bag and let's go. More out of place than anything you know. Like an opera at a disco. When all you wanted was a rock show, tonight. These lights, are they hanging in the distance? Did they glimmer for an instant? When they're shining do you feel all right? Know love, you were looking good tonight. This is the last call. OH-OH-OH Too long to list it. Please don't you miss it. Don't give up and let them hold you down and when they tell you no, We could burn this town. Scream, waking from a bad dream. Don't think anything is what it seem s. Can't you figure out what this means? Don't sit back and keep your hands clean, today. We'll say maybe we can find a new way. Or create another great cliche. Storms are coming, why don't we play? Instead of sitting, dancing in the rain, today. This is the last call. OH-OH-OH Too long to list it. Please don't you miss it. Don't give up and let them hold you down and when they tell you no, We could burn this town. So long, they tried to tell you that you don't belong. So, I guess we'll have to prove them wrong. Pretty soon we'll hear them sing a long. Ain't it funny that it's our song? So long. This is the last call. OH-OH-OH Too long to list it. Please don't you miss it. Don't give up and let them hold you down and when they tell you no. We could burn this town.

Shipmates And Cheyenne

JOHN DENVER "Windsong"
(Denver/Henry) Shipmates and cheyenne, raindrops and crying haunt the dreams of an old, old man. Candles and church bells, laughter and farewells revolve in his thoughts like the wind. Stallions and blizzards, steelies and lizards drift in the meadows of time. No sense of progression, of age and direction, no meter, no form, no rhyme. I'll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is gone. I'll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and darkness is done. Kingdoms and cupboards, losers and lovers and evenings of blackberry wine. Falling like sand, the memory of hands and kisses, and whispers and sighs. I'll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is gone. I'll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and darkness is done.

Hold You Down

JIM JONES
Uh, Chris, what up Long time It ain’t been long enough though Anything you need I’ma hold you down If you call on me I’ma hold you down Whatever you need (You know them late nights is crazy) I’ma hold you I’ma hold you down, down, down Anything you need (Just chasin’ that paper) I’ma hold you down If you call on me I’ma hold you down (I ain’t goin’ nowhere) Whatever you need I’ma hold you I’ma hold you down, down, down First option and my last resort (Chris) We was both laughin’ when you crashed the Porsche (Word) I still remember when you bring the cash to court (Remember that?) And sometimes though I feel we on a crash course (Forreal) When we first met we was flying back and forth (You was open) New York to Miami back to New York (Just jokin’) I can’t front, I’m sorry ‘bout our last fight (Word) I’m just happy that we can joke about your crash pipes (I got that fixed though right) You been through real situations A couple times you had to punch a couple bitches faces (Almost got me lawsuit) And all that pain you endured (Sorry bout that) I’m tryin’ to tell you it won’t be the same moving forward (I’m tryin’ to work wit’ it) You know I buy you what you want when you want it (All the time) I love how you get silly when I get you glunnin’ (You sour head) But you smarter than most niggas (Forreal) You tell me even watch out for the close niggas (I love you for that) Anything you need I’ma hold you down If you call on me I’ma hold you down Whatever you need I’ma hold you I’ma hold you down, down, down Anything you need I’ma hold you down If you call on me I’ma hold you down Whatever you need I’ma hold you I’ma hold you down, down, down We go together like Martin and Gina You lay me back like a Bentley or a Beemer (Oh, do I?) You push my buttons like a coupe two seater ina wife beater Baby bring it back cause I’m a keeper And I can tell you gettin’ tired for bein’ all alone (It’s worth it though) My late nights in the stu when you call my phone (Chasin’ paper) And through that you hold me down like we strings (I love you for that) And you still goin’ hard like you in the paint (Like Flocka Flame) But your friends probably still think I’m the worst yet (Fuck em though) But they probably still mad at every purse you get (Which one next?) Been a long time since we first met (Miami) Six years and you went and took the first step (You crazy for that one) You used to ask when we goin’ see a ring Got tired of that, went and bought me the ring (Funny nigga) But we did it all, got a dog and a house with it (House!) I guess you was tired of playin’ spouse wit’ it (I love you boo) Anything you need I’ma hold you down If you call on me I’ma hold you down Whatever you need I’ma hold you I’ma hold you down, down, down Anything you need I’ma hold you down If you call on me I’ma hold you down Whatever you need I’ma hold you I’ma hold you down, down, down

Road To Riches

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
[Verse 1] When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at the photos, buggin on the names With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations I got older and bought my own records By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh And that's my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I stayed inside I was sort of a poser how I had my friends over Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive loader Mom's turntable went through hell A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself The records got stuffed cause the parties was rough But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts, what And I was young but the bigger kids reached out Give me five minutes on decks to freak out The type to get it right, maybe one night I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic No matter how it look, always kept one foot Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My name is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the... [Verse 2] I used to stand on the block selling four track tapes Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks There was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds Wasn't long till we took the lead Twin cities was little and the winter was bitter Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew quit Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't handle it Lice and rhyming, living like a roach On the ground and broke, holding onto the Hulk In a small town scene we stole like a thief No time to sleep with politics and beef, huh They all pussies, dicks and assholes Collecting stripes from little freestyle battles Many mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip Even with no chips we'd take them road trips Loyal members of the crew had my back to death G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and Stress All we had was rhymes, coming offa the mind For the first time in my life everything felt fine The turntables turn while the DJ's mix it I didn't know I was on the road to the... [Verse 3] The pop that rocks for props, he eventually stops And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle But if their raps are wack they go back to the hustle I was the one on the opposite side of smoking a gun Taught me how to rhyme and how to run Make or break it, the hater's can't say shit Stayed awake late night in Ant's basement Take notes, spray painted the paved road The tapes sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh That means work, in other words sewer van Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core plan Seeds get planted, hands get handshakes Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks And MC's who wanna make ends meet out on my route But never ever keep friendly Stack the blocks, catch that fox Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West crops Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to shoulder Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere on the road to the riches... bitches! [Scratches] "The money it counts steep" - [Kool G Rap]

Shine It On

David Alan Coe "Mysterious Rhinestone Cowboy/Once Upon a Time"
By T. Jans and J. Barry SHINE IT ON, MY MAN, FORGET YOUR TROUBLES IF YOU CAN, I'LL HOLD YOU 'TILL THE DAWN, SHINE IT ON, SHINE IT ON YOU'VE BEEN TOO LONG ON THE ROAD AND YOU'RE READY TO EXPLODE, COME AND LIGHTEN UP YOUR LOAD, SHINE IT ON WE HAD LOVE AND NOT MUCH MORE BUT DREAMS JUST FOR FREE WE SURE GOT LOST THERE, DAD AND MOM AND ME HE'D LET ME STEER ON STRAIGHT A WAYS AS WE DROVE FROM TOWN TO TOWN, WE KNEW THAT DADDY'S GYPSY BLOOD WOULDN'T LET HIM SETTLE DOWN THERE WERE TIMES HE'D SIT RIGHT DOWN, JUST PLAIN HANG HIS HEAD BUT HE'D ALWAYS LIFT IT UP AND SMILE WHENEVER MAMA SAID, SHINE IT ON, MY MAN, FORGET YOUR TROUBLES IF YOU CAN, I'LL HOLD YOU 'TILL THE DAWN, SHINE IT ON, SHINE IT ON YOU'VE BEEN TOO LONG ON THE ROAD AND YOU'RE READY TO EXPLODE, PAPA'S GONE, BUT LORD, HIS BLOOD IS RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS MAMA'S GONE TO FIND HIM, SO SHE CAN'T EASE MY PAIN ANOTHER WOMAN HOLDS ME NOW, IN A DIFFERENT WAY NOW I KNOW WHY PAPA SMILED, WHEN HE HEARD MAMA SAY

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