I've lost my voice, I've said all I have to say. Youre thick as porcelain, as clear as cellophane. I miss the nervous shake, I miss the way it hurts. The way it killed to think that I had you first.
Nick Reynolds/Adam Yagodka. . Ameniza bala la la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la.. . (Counter melody). Uta wena, uta wena, bawo we the uka da a banto kwakho. Waba dala, waba dala baba bini, bayindo da ne nha zana..
Maybe it's imaginary, I'd like to know. What's the world coming to and where will it go?. The hole in the sky where the sunshine gets in. It dries up the land as it mucks up your skin.
I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?. Doesn't anybody know his name?. . My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed.
Where are you going. My little one, little one?. Where are you going. My baby, my own?. . Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl.
I know an island where the people are kind. And the rest of the world seems far away. Maybe it's only in the back of my mind. But I know when I go that's where I'll stay.
Try to remember the kind of September. When life was slow and oh, so, mellow. Try to remember the kind of September. When grass was green and grain so yellow.
Bob Dylan. . If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail.. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all..
I was born and I was bred. I was reared and I was fed. Moved into the neighborhood. Where I was bad and I was good. . I fixed things for people there.
It's a funny old world for london girls.... . I woke up this morning and I don't know what for. With the final reminders coming through the door.. The place is a mess, the situation's dire.
Throughout history there have been many songs. Written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson,. A beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley.
Bob Gibson. . I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.. I've never been much of a traveler, and I really didn't know that Morrow was the hardest place I'd ever try to go..
I think I just recalled a time. It was not the moon and not the wine. And though you said you were a friend of mine. I never felt that way inclined. .
(kirsty maccoll). . Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
You've got a hunger in your heart. You've got a thirst within your soul. I'm gonna say. "Don't wait for another day, get to be redeemed". . If your days are dark and your night times are worse.
(Kirsty MacColl). . Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
by Eddie Lund, c. 1950. (Many thanks to Big Wayne Shrubsall for researching and contributing these lyrics). . Aue tangni (pronounced "tanga") tagni tikake aue.
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'. Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they couldn't find out where the watch was hiding.
(kirsty maccoll/david ruffy). . Behind a burning bush he's waiting. Like a sleepless night. So silent and so strong. I know that I must push push push.
Little winds sing a song of the sun in the sky. And I know, like the wind, the songs will always be there. In your hair, soft and warm, light of dawn, shining fair.