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Sometimes it's easy to believe it
Sound may be the warmest thing he's found He just starts playing, then he says to me: "Ready your body for love, there is no gravity here? Look up - the roof is gone and the long hand moves Right on by the hour. Look up - the roof is gone The roof is gone, the roof is gone La musica de espana es para mi como Ia libertad Canta como si la libertad es suiyo Convenir resuena para escapar Escuche viento norte escuche Como corneta nevada corneta cantar. Alrededor vient oriente vient oriente Enroyar disenroyar Querdas que gritan Querdas que cantan Spanish wind keeps telling me How it feels to sing free It keeps blowing on me, and it?s showing me Another way, another way to listen. And if you hear, if you hear the wind singing like Someone singing for your love The more it sings the more you know Horns and strings and time will show you Show - show you, show you freedom Como libertad ? if it sounds good, when you hear him If he looks good, when you see him If he feels like a good man, when you touch him When you come near him I keep thinking about the way You keep appearing in my ear Spanish wind keeps telling me How it feels to sing free It keeps blowing on me, and it?s showing me Another way, another way to listen. And if you hear, if you hear the wind is singing like Someone singing for your love The more it sings the more you know Horns and strings and time will show you Show - show you, show you freedom Como libertad ? if it sounds good, when you hear him If he looks good, when you see him If he feels like a good man, when you touch him When you come near him I keep thinking about the way You keep appearing in my ear Viento del sur suena como carne caliente en tambor Carne en carne pero viento oeste resuena Como alas metalicas Giralda vena demonstrando el camino Lamentando se por Ia noche. La rueda de yairro hierro en frente del sol. Quatro pedasos de metal con puntas. Corta el aire corta el cielo la hentes compelados para delatar Resonar resonar escapar And if you hear, if you hear The singing silver wind Fly, sailing, sailing human bird - fly into me Look up - the roof is gone And the long hand moves right, on right on by the hour Look up the roof is gone Look up again the roof is gone Listen - the north wind sounds like freezing horns Sailing through the east wind - and the east wind Has winding unwinding strings South wind sounds like skin on drums, Skin on skin but the west wind, Ah the west wind echoes like metal wings Like a weathervein whining through the night Iron wheel turns in front of the sun, Four pronged metal cuts the sky. Man must fly! Man must fly! Convenir resuena escapar - escapar Convenir resuena escapar - escapar If he wants to leave and follow The sound of the wind He's going to sing as it blows. Let him go. He'll make the long faces smile He'll turn the dead air into sound. He'll come back on the circle He's not gone, he's just going around Oh going around, ooh ooh around Don't tie him down, he wants to run Give him the sun. Don't tie him down, he wants to run Give him the sun. And if you see - you think that man is going to leave You can follow him but he's already gone Don't tie her down, she wants to run Give her the sun. Don't tie her down, she wants to run Give her the sun. And if you see - You think that woman is going to leave You can follow her, but she's already gone. Don't tie me down I want to run Give me the sun. Don't tie me down I want to run Give me the sun. And if you see - You think I'm just about to leave, You can follow me But I'm already gone. Don't tie her down, she wants to run Give her the sun. Don't tie her down, she wants to run Give her the sun. And if you see - You think that woman is going to leave You can follow her, but she's already gone. Don't tie me down I want to run Give me the sun. Don't tie me down I want to run Give me the sun. And if you see - You think I'm just about to leave, You can follow me But I'm already gone. |
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(Music by David Freiberg / Lyrics by Grace Slick 1973)
Grace Slick Mistakes are made because words are misunderstood It's all, all in how you talk Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing to do, but it's all, all in how you are (walk). Seems like it might be the right thing to say at the time and I (how d'you) know I probably say it again, gimme just a little taste, gimme just a little taste more and I'll be flying out, flying out the wise and old, old is the whole world, and I'd just turn around like a baby and I'd crawl, crawl right back inside... Mistakes are made because words, words are misuderstood It's all, all in how you talk Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing to do, but it's all, it's all in how you are (walk). (Well it) Seems like it might be the right thing to say at the time and I know, know I'll do it again and I'll say it again, gimme just a little, gimme just a little taste more and I'll be flying, flying out the wise and old, old is the whole world, and I'd just turn around like a baby and I'd crawl, right back inside... |
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Don't look too far, you can find it everywhere
You can lose it without a warning If you grab on too tight Try to read too much into it You know it's only music That song - the one your hear inside late at night It can set you reeling. That song, that song is just your own Heart beating, but it can sound like a symphony, You hear a voice so clear you can't tell what its saying Well maybe you now that tune you hear Might never end I thought that I heard you singing at night You know I had the feeling That I, I have known that song Way beyond this life without beginning Who knows the name of that song? Go broke and come back singing Since the world appeared Get write it down Cos it doesn't spell It doesn't end. In the still, the still of the night When the wind is quiet Quiet and still I sit inside, the empty room Waiting hear the tune that Comes stealing through the mazes - writ on empty pages Well I know we'll never get that song quite right But still we're singing Well I know ten thousand tunes are captured there That much I know Blue sun under the clouds - the smoke of wrack and ruin Someone waits beneath the roses, playing guitar Playing for me Well l don't see beyond those eyes - not too far Don't look too far you can find it most anywhere But you can lose it, without a warning If you grab on too tight or try to read too much into it You know it's only music - don't try too hard - it will come to You - yes it will |
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