This is a song that nobody knows. I couldn't begin to describe how it goes. But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud. It's a song that I sing when there's no one around.
Because I believe and have found salvation. (bass-when I die) (lead and tenor- when I die). I'll live again. That I may take part in the jubilation. (tenor-when I die) (lead and bass-when I die).
Where is my sailor boy? Where is my sailor boy?. He sleeps at the bottom of the deep blue sea. And he can't come back to me. . I stand on the beach alone and gaze at the misty blue.
I am a poor wayfarin stranger. While travelin through this world below. There's no sickness toil or danger. In the fair land to which I go. . I'm goin there to see my mother.
My pathway leads into the west. They say it never really ends. These legs of mine weren't made to rest. I let them take me where they send me wandering.
Up along the hallway, down along the stairs. I can see the pictures that we made down through the years. And it makes me blue darling, thinking of the past.
Put one foot in front of the other. Steppin into the here and now. I'm not sure just where I'm goin. but I will get there anyhow. . I got this far with no direction.
The heart is the fortune of all women kind. They're always controlled, they're always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives. And then slaves to their husbands the rest of their life.
What are we gonna do?. Said the hungry child to a father with empty hands. What are we gonna do?. When the smoke clears. And reveals no promise land. What are we gonna do?.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------. WORLD OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW. Tanita Tikaram. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
You've a beautiful body. And a wonderful mind. These are things I've been stumbling towards. And I think you've been kind towards me. There are wonderful moments.
Oh, my. When you are not all together. And you feel your face is a fiery place. For many tears. Who looks upon a picture and really feels a thrill. Oh, not me.
We almost got it together. And I'll be your favourite thing. Stand by the river with hard-luck eyes. And I'll just be open and sing. I was only trying to surprise.
I can see a new expression on my face. I can feel a strange sensation taking place. I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes. Everytime that you walk in the room.
Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside. Back to the workplace i go. Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine. Dressing my face an open wound.
If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would =. use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate =. this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm =.
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain. Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way. White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together.
Well she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina. she's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize. she'll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China.
I did not get out of the treaches escape this linger and damage ill. take to my grave That nerve gas poison and agent oarnge the wages. of high risk are part of my story.
Georgia's mother wanted a doctor or a barrister. But all she wanted was to be a painter move to the great desert. So she said goodbye to her family moved to the hot southwest.