LYRICs

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Placebo - Pure Morning

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in need is a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever
A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Pure morning, pure morning.
Pure morning, pure morning.
A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Day's dawning, skins crawling.
Pure morning, pure morning.
Pure morning, pure morning.
Pure morning, pure morning.
Pure morning, pure morning.
A friend in need is a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever
A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather

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Pink Floyd
Mother (waters)

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course mama'll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough -- to me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you've been.
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You'll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

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Nick Cave
The Weeping Song

Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too.
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They all are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.

Father why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son.
O, are they merely crying father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.

O father tell me are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch.
O then I'm so sorry father
I never thought I hurt you so much.

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No. I won't be weeping long

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BAP - NÖHER ZO MIR
  PIK SIBBE

Vill zo vill Jedanke
Schadel explodiert
a–vverdosis Bilder
avverinformiert
Laje un Tabelle
Horror schwazz op wiea
Webespots un Terreor
besste nix mieh siehs.
Fastfood far Jehirne
Zinksarg steht parat;
Ding Illusione sinn en Drachebloot jebaad.

a–lteppich op Nerve
Jewsse em Krazzfaer.
Em Overkill der zweifel rotlos
wie narkotisiert.
Du irrs ramm wie en Ameis durch Glas
Beton un Stahl.
Wer he nit drinn affdrieht
ess far mich nit normal.
Wenn Trane rackwarts fleeae
wenn kei Jefahl mieh stahrt
dann weede mir die Monster
die die Ignoranz jebiert.

Kumm Madche
ratsch naher zo mir.
Nemm mir die Angs
dat ich mich
en all damm Wahnsinn verlier.
Weck mich uss damm Alpdraum
saach mir
wo ich benn.
En all da Labyrinthe blieht mir nur ding Stemm.
Lieb mich
wenn ich hasse
warm mich
wenn ich frier.
Et einz'je wat ich wirklich weia
ess
wo ich hinjehahr.
Bandagier ming Seel
vun mir uss halt mich far verrack.
Madche ratsch jet naher
noch'e Stack!!

Kumm Madche
ratsch naher zo mir.
Nemm mir die Angs
dat ich mich
en all damm Wahnsinn verlier.
Kumm Madche
ratsch naher zo mir.
Nemm mir die Angs
dat ich mich
en all damm Wahnsinn verlier.
Kumm Madche
ratsch naher zo mir.
Nemm mir die Angs
dat ich mich
en all damm Wahnsinn verlier

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BAP -NOVEMBERMORJE-
   AMERIKA

Samt un Chinaseid drähte, zeich sing Facette,
stolz wie ne Pfau,
danz durch Kaleidoskope , Derwische tobe,
Spatze sinn grau.
Novembermorje, Ruut ess Bloot,
Ruut ess Liebe, Ruut ess duut.

Färve explodiere, Stääne routiere
em naachblaue Meer.
Magier, Karavane, Gaukler, Schamane,
Silverpapier.
Novemberkalt, Novemberleer,
wiesu jraad jetz? Wiesu jraad der ?

Dausenduneine Morje, zo huh jefloore,
zo noh ahn der Sonn.
Purpur, Joldlammée-Fahne, Schereschnett-Palme,
Märchebooch-Mohnd.
Novembermorje, dä eezte Schnie.
Dä Nachspann läuf, er laach nit mieh.

En Fedderboa, Henna, Wachs un Wüstensand
un Safran für ne Prinz uss Samarkant.

Rosa-Orange, woröm nit? Kei Problem,
em Räänboore ess jede Färv jenehm.

Er woor dä Muezzin der Phantasie,
der Anarchie, ahn Kette looch e nie.

Ich sinn en noch, wie e mem Bowie " Helde " singk,
en blaue Musik-Box un e Glas met ruudem Wing,

e Polaroid en nem Café en Taroudannt
un eins em Ohvendleech, er janz allein ahm Strand,

dä Marrakech-Express, die rostige Kaar
un noch eins, Ärm en Ärm, met singem Abdallah.

Er jing vun uns un trotzdämm blieht er he,
denn jed klei Bild vun ihm ess e Stöck vun singer Seel.

Novembermorje, et fällt dä eezte Schnie,
en graue Stadt weed wach, dä Zaubrer laach nie mieh.

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ALANIS MORISSETTE    
"Bent 4 U"

You're unsure and you're not ready so that must mean I want you
You're unavailable and disinterested and to you I look for comfort

A million times in a million ways I will try to change you
A million months and a million days I'll try to somehow convince you

I have waited for you and adjusted for you and I'm done
I have deferred to you and enabled you and I'm done

You're too young or you're too old or you're simply not inclined
You're asleep or you're withholding be that my cue to crave you

Several times in several ways I'll try to squeeze love from you
Several hours and several ways I'll feast on scraps thrown from you

I have bent for you and I've deprived for you and I'm done
I have depressed for you and contorted for you and I'm done
I have stifled for you and I've compromised for you and I'm done
I have silenced for you and sacrificed for you and I'm done

It won't be long before I am reclaimed
It won't take long and I'll be on path again
It won't be easy for us to disengage
I'm at the end of self deprivation stage

You're afraid of every woman afraid of your inner workings
You cringe at the thought of living under the same roof as me god and everything

A million times and a million ways I've tried to alter to match you
Several times every several days I've tried to uncrush on you

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Zeilen Aus Gold
by Xavier Naidoo

Ich schreib Dir Zeilen aus Gold
Schreib' aus meiner Seele
Ich hab' nur zeigen gewollt
Was hier passiert

Meine Tinte ist wie das Blut meiner ganzen Sippe
Dass sie für mich beten ist für mich so gut
Dass ich für sie ein Lied trag auf meinen Lippen

Sie schrieben Zeilen aus Gold
Ich schreib' aus meiner Seele
Ich hab' nur zeigen gewollt
Was hier passiert
Ich schreib' Dir Zeilen aus Blut
Und ich hoffe, Du fühlst es
Es gibt ein kostbares Gut und es verbirgt sich in Dir

Dein Lehrer weiß es nicht, Dein Vater weiß es nicht,
Deine Mutter weiß es nicht,
Dein Verehrer weiß es nicht,
manche lügen Dir ins Gesicht
Sieh' zu, dass du nicht zerbrichst

Ich schreib Dir Zeilen aus Gold
Schreib' aus meiner Seele
Ich hab' nur zeigen gewollt
Was mit uns passiert
Ich schreib' Dir Zeilen aus Blut
Und ich hoffe, Du fühlst es
Es ist ein kostbares Gut, das sich in Dir verbirgt

Nicht mal du weißt es jetzt, weil du dich nicht
auseinandersetzt, mit dem was du bist
Und auch ich weiß es nicht, lüg' mir zu oft ins
Gesicht mit dem was ich bin
Nicht mal du weißt es jetzt, weil du dich nicht
auseinandersetzt, mit dem was du bist
Und auch ich weiß es nicht, lüg' mir zu oft ins
Gesicht mit dem was ich bin
Und das macht doch keinen Sinn

Ich schreib Dir Zeilen aus Gold
Schreib' aus meiner Seele
Ich hab' nur zeigen gewollt
Was mit uns passiert
Ich schreib' Dir Zeilen aus Blut
Und ich hoffe, Du fühlst es
Es ist ein kostbares Gut, das sich in Dir verbirgt

Ich schreib Dir Zeilen aus Gold
Schreib' aus meiner Seele
Ich hab' nur zeigen gewollt
Was mit uns passiert
Ich schreib' Dir Zeilen aus Blut
Und ich hoffe, Du fühlst es
Es ist ein kostbares Gut, das sich in Dir verbirgt
 

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Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hangin' with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Givin' us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peel out the watchword, just peel out the watchword

She knows what's going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She's puttin' on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl?

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The Corrs
RADIO

It's late at night, and I'm feeling down
There are couples standing on the street
Sharing summer kisses and silly sounds

So I step inside, pour a glass of wine
With a full glass and an empty heart
I search for something to occupy my mind

But you are in my head, swimming forever in my head
Tangled in my dreams, swimming forever

So, I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
And all the songs we used to know (listen to the ...)
So I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
Remember where we used to go

Now it's morning light and it's cold outside
Caught up in a distant dream
I turn and think that you are by my side

So I leave my bed and I try to dress
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are there (you are there)

But you're just in my head
Swimming forever in my head
Not lying in my bed
Just swimming forever

So I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
And all the songs we used to know (listen to the ...)
So I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
Remember where we used to go
I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
All the songs we used to know (listen to the ...)
I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
Remember how we used to go

You are in my head, swimming forever in my head
Tangled in my dreams, swimming forever (swimming forever)
Swimming forever

So I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
All the songs we used to know (listen to the ...)
So I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
Remember where we used to go (listen to the ...)
I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
And all the songs we used to know (listen to the radio)
I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)
To all the songs, all the songs we used to know (listen to the radio)
Yeeah, all the songs we used to know (listen to the radio, listen to the ...)
Yeeah, yeah, yeah (listen to the radio)
Yeeah, yeah, yeah (listen to the radio)