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CHRIS REA lyrics - On The Beach

It's All Gone

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A careless heart ain't no good to no-one I was going back my friends to see Of what became of my childhood daydreams Of all the things that used to be To my surprise I stood alone I walked a river of a waking dream My father say 'Know what you're thinking' I guess this old town seen better days It's all gone Ain't nothing for you here now Sail on You talk of change, something better Cutting down that big old tree There's flesh and blood in there somewhere But no matter what you just don't seem to see I walk your chambers, your empty halls I see you talking behind the doors My father say 'Know what you're thinking' I guess this old town seen better days It's all gone Ain't nothing for you here now Sail on I'm sailing on, I'm running faster Than I ever run before My father say 'Know what you're thinking' I guess this old town seen better days Sail on

Umbilical Town

GARY JULES "Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets"
I hear you've got a pocket full of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom And they built you a model airplane Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India "Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?" You can do what you want In umbilical town In a waterfront bar Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine The third time around she was born again She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold And there ain't no consolation prize There is no backdoor to innocence Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten "Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?" You can do what you want In umbilical town In that waterfront bar I've been dreaming we were born together I've been thinking about it 'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways I've been thinking about it How it's always worse than it appears Raskolnikov's out on the stairs Howling at the man in the moon They say he lost control Between the suburbs and the barrio Tired from too much too soon Now the air is thick with compromises We're always on the way So I take comfort in the only life I know Well you can do what you want In umbilical town At the waterfront bar In umbilical town You can do what you want You can do what you want You can do what you want

Hip-Hop

AUGUST ALSINA
I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now But I... Came up in criminal days Living these criminal ways, what can I say Hugging the block every day Grindin' and making a way And that I pray, for better days That it don't be the same tomorrow Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle And say (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) I pray for more better days (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) I know that I can feel change [x2] Everyday ain’t good but everyday ain’t bad Mama always said show thanks for what you have Boy never forget to realize you're blessed This cold world can rot you if you let it Now I'm out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining Came up in criminal days Living these criminal ways, what can I say Hugging the block every day Grindin' and making a way And that I pray, for better days That it don't be the same tomorrow Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle And say (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) I pray for more better days (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) I know that I can feel change [x2] 'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels And if these bitches that you want, have several Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no Meaning it til' here Next thing you know it's all gone That's why I been on my grizzy outchea Long as I grind, better days are near Came up in criminal days Living these criminal ways, what can I say Hugging the block every day Grindin' and making a way And that I pray, for better days That it don't be the same tomorrow Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle And say (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) I pray for more better days (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) I know that I can feel change [x2]

Chasin' Them Better Days

JON PARDI "Write You A Song"
A little money in the bank A little gas in my tank Enough to get me to the next little gig Naw I ain't goin' broke but I ain't gettin' rich, yeah Just waitin' on a gust of wind My ship will be comin' in Any second, any minute, any time All my luck's gonna turn on a dime [Chorus:] And I've been livin' in fast lanes Dodgin' them cold rains Keepin' my faith And I've been waitin' on sunshine Rollin' with the hard times That come my way Chasin' them better days Chasin' them better days I'm gainin' on another dawn Hell, I might just stumble on Another tire with a little more tread A girl like the girl who lives in my head Just keepin' that dream alive While I'm barely gettin' by Ain't gonna be gettin' me down No, it won't do me no good anyhow [Chorus:] And I've been livin' in fast lanes Dodgin' them cold rains Keepin' my faith And I've been waitin' on sunshine Rollin' with the hard times That come my way Chasin' them better days Chasin' them better days Whoa, I keep on movin' Whoa, just doin' what I'm doin' Yeah and I'll plow through it [Chorus:] And I've been livin' in fast lanes Dodgin' them cold rains Keepin' my faith And I've been waitin' on sunshine Rollin' with the hard times That come my way Chasin' them better days Chasin' them better days Chasin' them better days

Look Away

JOHN ANDERSON "Seminole Wind"
Bobby took a trip to his Georgia hometown To the land of dreams and just to have a look around He parked his car at the courthouse square But it was like a ghost town, there was nobody there And Jim's Drugstore was a tanning salon He asked an old man, "Where's ev'rybody gone?" He found them out at the shopping center Where Highway One meets Interstate Twenty The country boys weren't wearing overalls They were wearing suits made of camouflage Southern belles talking like "Valley Girls" He scratched his head and said, "What in the world?" [Chorus:] Dixie's had a facelift, I guess she's looking better But I kinda liked the old one, I never will forget her Look away Johnny took a trip to his Florida hometown To the land of his dreams and just to have a look around At first he thought that he was on the wrong road 'Cause he didn't see any orange groves Now, trailer parks and condos grew on the land that he once knew He saw the city limits sign and guessed he'd crossed the city line There were strangers everywhere he went, with loud sport shirts and strange accents They took the north and they moved it south, he said, "Shut my redneck mouth!" [Chorus] Billy took a trip to his Tennessee town To the land of his dreams and just to have a look around He drove his car down Music Row To look up stars he used to know But the secretaries wouldn't let him in, "Leave your name and call again" So, he thought he'd get some barbeque at a little place that he once knew But all he found were sushi bars and dealerships for foreign cars And buildings that reached for the sky, he said, "Where the hell am I?" Dixie's had a facelift, I guess she's looking better But I kinda liked the old one, I never will forget her Look away, gone away, far away, Dixieland

Floridays (Reggae Version)

JIMMY BUFFETT "Hoot"
I come from where the rivers meet the sea That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free I was early into crazy ways My folks said, "It's just a phase" They were hoping for better days Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most Write 'em down, pas 'em around It's the gospel from the coast Reflections, not just replays Takin' time to escape the maze Lookin' for better days I spent a year of my life one night On the beaches in old Beirut Seems that all they're aimin' for there Is to hang around and shoot Each others' lives away Bloody winds on a distant bay They're lookin' for better days Looking to the left, looking to the right Looking to the stars to shed some light Hoping for a breath, hoping for break Hopin' for the give without the take The dreamers line the state road Just to watch the runway show Slouched behind their steering wheels They just watch the big jets go Streakin' through the morning haze Focal point of a distant gaze Lookin' for better days Pale invaders and tanned crusaders Are worshipping the sun On the corner of "walk" and "don't walk" Somewhere on US 1 I'm back to livin' Floridays Blue skies and ultra-violet rays Lookin' for better days I'm back to livin' Floridays Blue skies and ultra-violet rays Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days Lookin' for Floridays Better days, better days Everybody's lookin' for better days Somewhere beneath the shining star Better days, mon't you take me to better days Better days, I sure could use a few better days Floridays

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