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THE RASMUS lyrics - Dead Letters

Funeral Song

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I dumped you again I don't understand It's happened before Can't take it no more These foolish games Always end up in confusion I'll take you back Just to leave you once again I died in my dreams What's that supposed to mean Got lost in the fire I died in my dreams Reaching out for your hand My fatal desire I've failed you again 'Cause I let you stay I used to pretend That I felt ok Just one big lie Such a perfect illusion I made you mine Just to hurt you once again I died in my dreams What's that supposed to mean Got lost in the fire I died in my dreams Reaching out for your hand My fatal desire

With The Wave Of Your Hand

Doro
I have been waiting here Feels like a million years Sometimes I disappear Into the blue Lost in the city lights I can stay out all night But it's such a lonely life And nothing, nothing seems right But with the wave of your hand Everything changes With the wave of your hand I feel your magic on me And I have the spark And I have desire And I'm drawn to the fire With the wave of your hand With the wave of your hand I'll never know what you'll find Whenever you read my mind It's just like I'm hypnotized And then I come alive You put a spell on me That's right where I wanna be And there's no mystery Because I believe With the wave of your hand Everything changes With the wave of your hand I feel your magic on me And I have the spark of love And I have desire And I'm drawn to the fire With the wave of your hand And I have the spark of love And I have desire And I'm drawn to the fire With the wave of your hand Everything changes With the wave of your hand I feel your magic on me And I have the spark of love Yeah I have desire And I'm drawn to the fire With the wave of your hand With the wave of your hand With the wave of your hand With the wave of your hand With the wave of your hand

Red Right Hand

ARCTIC MONKEYS
Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires And the humming wires Well you know you're never coming back Past the square past the bridge Past the mills past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand He'll wrap you in his arms And tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all of those dreams It took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole Heal your shrinking soul And there won't be a single thing That you can do He's a god, he's a man He's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name Across this disappearing land But hidden in his coat Is a red right hand You don't have no money He'll get you some If you haven't got no car He'll get you one You've got no self respect You feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy Cause here he comes Through the ghetto and the barrio And the bowery and the slums A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand You'll see him in your nightmares You'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere But he's not what he seems You'll see him in your head and on the TV screen Hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god He's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog In his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by His red right hand

Who Needs You

QUEEN "News Of The World"
I make it half past six you come at seven Always trying to keep me, hanging round You little spoilt thing, girl you kept me waiting Never contemplating my point of view This comes as no surprise I'm a fool, for I believed your lies But now I've seen through your disguise Who needs, well I don't need, who needs you ? Ok, aah Oh I believed you Went on my knees to you How I trusted you But you turned me down But it's dog eat dog in this rat race And it leaves you bleeding lying flat on your face Reaching out, reaching out for a helping hand Where is that helping hand ? Oh mucho, I like it, I like it, mmm, ooh, well I don't need you How I was pushed around 'Don't let it get you down' You walked all over me 'But don't you ever give in' Taking one step forward, slipping two steps back There's an empty feeling that you can't forget Reaching out (reaching out) for a helping hand (for a helping hand) When I met you, you were always charming Couldn't sleep at night till you were mine You were oh so so sophisticated Never interested in what I'd say I had to swallow my pride So naive, you took me for a ride But now I'm the one to decide Who needs, well I don't need, who needs you?

Connection

JEFFERSON STARSHIP "Nuclear Furniture"
Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet: Warm.....round the hunting fire Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior Protected from ferocious winds Under the shield of the dead gladiator Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft All is black I cannot see your faces I need Light I want to see your eyes Let my voice wash over your faces Connection Connection Whoaa ohhh A hundred thousand years ago People livin' in bone white cities Comin' and goin' on streets of silver Talkin' future history Then something very strong went wrong And suddenly People gathered round the hunting fires (Huddled in caves like animal, not human) Round the warmth of the late night fire Cities gone, memories fading Spend their lives round the late night fire Give their souls to the hunting fire Seeking each other's company Tryin' to remember ancient history They lost connection They lost contact They need to touch you Reach out across the ages and touch you Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield Plops herself down on the sofa Pops open a soda and watches you She likes to watch murderer talk She likes to see them on my TV She likes to watch them how they walk She likes to hear what they say It's like a car crash Bloody fascination You wonder how they get their shoes tied Sit and stare at the horror there She knows you watch them too Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones All them looking for Connection They lost contact They lost direction They need sexual, mystical Magical, uninterrupted, Peter Gabriel like Contact Here I am Again inside This darkness All is black I cannot see your future Give me light I want to see your eyes Just a little light Inside your future A small connection Connection Ah!!!! I'd like to see Jesus and Mohammad On the road to Damascus What did you think they would say Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth Like Jews and Arabs today Or would they walk and speak Like philosophers and thinkers Amused at each other's insights Relishing the brain waves there Round the warmth of the hunting fire Eager for, hungry for They got to have You know they love Connection Contact Communion And let our two great religions Cease their senseless struggle It only hurts the children Connection Connection

She's Lost Total Control

RYAN ADAMS "Rock N Roll"
So much for the days of glory It's not like your idols died and are holy now You cross the street and count to ten And everyone that mattered went to bed Or maybe they died Welcome home Miss So Unknown Bet you want it back They all want it back, but you can't have it You've lost total control The sun, it lights the blades of grass It's not like she knows the difference or cares She's stupid and cold Somewhere in the waves of doubt It's not like she swam awhile, then faded out So stupid and calm Welcome home Miss So Unknown Do you want it back? Welcome home Miss So Unknown They all want it back, when they want it all back But you can't have it You've lost control

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