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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
Whispered from my heart and soul to my unwilling eyes
Lift my vision from the ground lift it to the sky Skies they used to be so ugly rain that tings my face Opens up their glory just earth and sky and space And your passionate embraces absolve me of my sin Your life lifts me up so I can see see the sky again And I've lived through all the flash fire set off like lightning spark Yes they burn so brightly and oh they burn so hot And these fantasies of all our love tearing at the ground Wrapped up in the vortex of sweat and sex and sound And your passionate embraces absolve me of my sin Your life lifts me up so I can see, see the sky again Hide me from the love I'm too scared to send Hide me 'til I see the sky again And your passionate embraces absolve me of my sin Your life lifts me up so I can see, see the sky again. |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
I'm holding my last breath
It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears My frozen spirit aches I slip another day Start to lose my grip Find another way For the life that might escape Has been echoing for years Grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears I've seen all the faces They mirror me And I've felt the tearing — tearing of the teeth I've given up my ghosts Barely breathe your name Offer up myself Pray you'll do the same For the love that might escape Well that's the biggest fear Grinds me to a pulp Grinds me in the gears |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
Pacing gently summer wind
The king stares softly to the sky Will he ever see his home again Deep from his heart he starts to cry As his songs hit the air and young hearts are awake Soon they join the chorus sharing all his ache There's a lifetime out there somewhere. Somewhere in the dark And summer's on the lions song Sung from Cleveland Park And the high school kids ignore it they have their own tune They're just showing off the speakers in their ride I know what I'm sayin? I grew up too soon And youth goes hand in hand with foolish pride As their song hits the air and young hearts start to break The lions join in the chorus sharing all their ache There's a lifetime out there somewhere. Somewhere in the dark And summer's on, the lions song Sung from Cleveland Park In Cleveland Park trees breathe a sigh of all the summers gone Skeletons in wintertime, they sing the lions song There's a lifetime out there somewhere. Somewhere in the dark And summer's on, the lions song Sung from Cleveland Park |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above [Chorus:] I'll Be your cryin' shoulder I'll Be love suicide I'll Be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're My Survival, You're My Living Proof My love is alive and not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above I'll Be your cryin' shoulder I'll Be love suicide I'll Be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said I'll Be your cryin' shoulder I'll Be love suicide I'll Be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
I'm A hack driver in New York City
I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana Stick my finger ain't that a shame People come to haggle and paw on my artwork But no two of my dresses are ever the same How strange it seems to be me If tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be I'm the house man at a place called the exit The last band I heard bored me to tears But every so often I hear one that moves me Love for the music is what keeps me here How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be I'm a rich man I ain't talking 'bout money I'm blues singer at the Eight by Ten You go out searching for some grand tomorrow Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
The Rhythm Of Life The rhythm of life Is not so demanding as some caught in narrows would say Fragile as ships as we pass through Gibraltar The sirens have long given way Dark as the murky graveyard of sailors Whispering secrets told in the crashing waves The beating of hearts Set walls to trembling the power of silence persuades The stumbling feet Stagger predestined we all end up wild eyed and crazed And from the madness most jaded of vision Reflections of horror invade Running and falling relinquish your venom The antidote surely will cause your affliction to fade How little we know of what we are blessed with Our shimmering island it turns How little we look at what we see clearly Of tragedy's lessons not learned Sleeping through classes we'll make it up later There's still so much time left to go Misguided roses we bloom in October Emerging triumphant in time for the season's first snow |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams
Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Please stand clear from the blast As I purge demons from my past Don't aspire to relieve Do your worst and Punish Me So I run fast I can Die tomorrow half a man Finish the story she said to me I can't sit here and watch you bleed Please stand clear from the blast As I purge demons from my past Don't aspire to relieve Do your worst and Punish Me Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Please stand clear from the blast As I purge demons from my past Don't aspire to relieve Do your worst and Punish Me |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings
Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage And charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be darwin's children this time The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the ai Rin the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare And the sky could open up and what would we have to say Something cute about burning out, better than fading away And charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be darwin's children this time On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate As sure as the sunset burns Collective resignation, evolutionary fate When will we ever learn And charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be darwin's children this time |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
I pull me boots off throw my weapons on the floor.
Cry my eyes out in my private little war. Well it seems I've been a soldier heaven knows I've been no saint. In my camouflage and armor cold heart and grease paint. To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down. The armies all are quiet and the guns don't make a sound 멌ause you melted the steel walls tore down the barbed wire Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire And now you're leaving, there's nothing I can do I want you know you're gonna take me with you Well now three on a match is suicide in the foxhole of my mind And way off in the distance air raid sirens whine And they sing your song of rescue to my tattered worn out shell You drag me to your safety from this my front line hell The blood that was spilled in heartache before Left road maps of scars that I never could ignore Chorus |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
Have you given up on passion living day to day
You keep your dreams locked down inside Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance DON'T WAKE UP ONE DAY WISHING YOU TRIED It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind It ain't about the losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart What matters is your heart Let's forget about the notion that we're not the same My blood runs as red as yours We all get angry, we've all been scared We've all made big mistakes that can never be repaired It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind It ain't about the losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart What matters is your heart Look me in the eye and take my hand We can make a difference We can make a difference I know we can Have you given up on passion living day to day You keep your dreams locked down inside Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance DON'T WAKE UP ONE DAY WISHING YOU TRIED It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind It ain't about the losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart What matters is your heart |
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from Edwin Mccain - Misguided Roses (1997)
Midnight in the Holy City
playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter And the ghostly daughters Wait for their boys to come home Moonlight in the Holy City So thick it warms the air Burned my heart on a sweet southern flame Like a hug from your mama saying it will be OK Spilt my blood, in the Holy City Seen the flood of a thousand rains I ran away from the Holy City Heard the spirits in the steeple singing you'll be back again Sunrise in the Holy City The kings and queens shuffle by I'm born here of my own ashes Just lay me down here when I die Spilt my blood, in the Holy City Seen the flood of a thousand rains I ran away from the Holy City Heard the spirits in the steeple singing you'll be back again I've seen visions Lord I've seen visions Hanging in the summer sky I fell in love, lost my heart Laughed until I cried |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
Far From Over
The knowing glances of the runaways That never made it this far I can't believe she said that we can work it out I thought that we were near the end Gone are the days All the trouble and the doubt This is far from over my friend My lovers name is music Well shes held my heart so long Tethered and pulling at the chains of disregard What if all of this is wrong I can't believe she said that we can work it out I thought that we were near the end Gone are the days All the trouble and the doubt This is far from over my friend And we throw our prayers up skyward Hoping anyone will hear From Storyville to Broadway This soul wont disappear Well I heard that boy in Memphis Playing memories and dreams The ghosts of miracles played upon the stage And then vanishing like steam I can't believe she said that we can work it out I thought that we were near the end Gone are the days All the trouble and the doubt This is far from over my friend |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
Pin feathers, dusty old wings
Living all my crazy never-land dreams And I feel her trying when were apart And I feel like dying God dont let me break her heart God dont let me break her heart God dont let me break her heart And the hearts fall in the right places And the hearts fall in the right places And how she loves me, I dont understand And if time wont change me, perhaps she can And I feel her trying when were apart And I feel like dying God dont let me break her heart God dont let me break her heart God dont let me break her heart My selfish anger and I just run away But a perfect heart always makes me stay God dont let me break her heart God dont let me break her heart God dont let me break her heart And the hearts fall in the right places And the hearts fall in the right places And the hearts fall in the right places And the hearts fall in the right places And the hearts fall in the right places And the hearts fall in the right places |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
Hey there busy boy why are you so blue
Walking around in your Armageddon shoes You say you got nothing, you got nothing left to lose Boy if they were free, you still would not have a clue I know the sun will rise Just like the stars in the skies Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes I know the sun will rise Youre talking to the mystics, you got psychics on the phone What a silly waste of time You talk about lonely but you never were alone Boy you just got to clear your mind I know the sun will rise Just like the stars in the skies Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes I know the sun will rise Why must it be some big mystery Tell me, why cant it just be alright I know the sun will rise Just like the stars in the skies Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes I know the sun will rise I know the sun will rise Just like the stars in the skies Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes I know the sun will rise |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
I've Seen A Love
That kind of love it makes me wonder Why my love causes me so much pain I see my ring as it spins on the table A perfect circle on the dusty wood Tells of a life, the love and the laughter Cries my tears for the times that were good Ive seen a love that rolls like thunder Ive seen a love that falls like rain That kind of love it makes me wonder Why my love causes me so much pain One gets lost, one gets lonely In another world love remains That kind of love takes away all your empty That kind of love takes away all your shame I've seen a love that rolls like thunder I've seen a love that falls like rain That kind of love it makes me wonder Why my love causes me so much pain And our kind of love it burns like summer Like I'm rolling down some old heartache road And all my running and my demons Can't seem to lift it Can't seem to lift that love I've seen a love that rolls like thunder I've seen a love that falls like rain That kind of love it makes me wonder Why my love causes me pain |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
Now shes living on child support checks
I guess thats all that man was worth She said I just need a man who will love me But they all just want one night of sin I know our life could be better I just dont know where I should begin She said write me a song One that makes all the girls cry And the old women swoon At the sound of my tune And the hearts of the lonely will fly Yeah, theyll fly Beth, she sings straight from the heart Shes hidden her tracks very well But these days shes falling apart And it makes me feel just like hell She says, boy, you cant imagine my life The death and the drugs and the pain And though I keep running I just cant seem to break from these chains She said write me a song Fill it all up with words Like brilliant and heavenly Make it sound just like me Just like the first time I love you was heard And now write me a song One that makes all the girls cry And the old women swoon At the sound of my tune And the hearts of the lonely will fly We're all feeding our lonely Like it might go away The doors of heaven swing wide If we just find the right words to say She said write me a song Fill it all up with words Like brilliant and heavenly Make it sound just like me Just like the first time I love you was heard And now write me a song One that makes all the girls cry And the old women swoon At the sound of my tune And the hearts of the lonely will fly Yeah, fly She said write me a song She said write me a song She said write me a song She said write me a song |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
But theres a woman that we dont even know
She gave me life, then you gave me a home I love you, Mama But I want to tell her too Is that her little boy still loves you I close my eyes, does she look like me Does she need my help, is she cold on the street Am I forgotten like a bad childhood dream A B-movie actor on the black and white screen I love you, Mama But I want to tell her too Is that her little boy still loves you Is that her little boy still loves you Could I have seen her, Ill never know Maybe shes always been there watching me grow I wanted to tell her how grateful I am For giving me life, Ive done the best that I can I love you, Mama But I want to tell her too Is that her little boy still loves you Her little boy still loves you |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
Get Out Of This Town
Im rolling thunder with the top down Its time to get out, get out, get out Crescent City high-life Dancing with the devils wife Just like some voodoo dream Living on 4th and Magazine A black rose and a chicken bone I dont know if Ill make it home Another night at Snake and Jakes Just a little more than I can take Its time to get out of this town Theres no more fun to be found Im rolling thunder with the top down Its time to get out, get out, get out Its time to get out of this town Theres no more fun to be found Im rolling thunder with the top down Its time to get out, get out, get out Lear jets and limousines Found my way to the Vegas scene Hit hard on a sixteen The pit boss is getting mean Just waiting on my car Rolling like the Junkyard Three days and some big scars That's what it takes to be a rock star Its time to get out of this town Theres no more fun to be found Im rolling thunder with the top down Its time to get out, get out, get out It's time to get out of this town There's no more fun to be found I'm rolling thunder with the top down It's time to get out, get out, get out I'm falling down I'm falling down Its time to get out of this town Theres no more fun to be found Im rolling thunder with the top down It's time to get out, get out, get out |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
the night before your wedding,
I dreamed what i would say, I'd beg you for forgiveness, For all the mess i've made. I dreamed that you were gracious, I dreamed you wished me well, I dreamed that you were vicious, You damned me straihgt to hell. Chorus But, oh, sweet kentucky No matter where i land I was just a boy for you And he will be your man. I was just a boy for you And he will be your man. I'd tell you that i'm lonely, And fame has let me down, Living like a stranger, Traveling town to town. And all my aspirations, Don't amount to much, The wine and the women, Are such a shameful crutch. Chorus I know you will be happy, And i'll be in the band, Cause i was just a boy for you, And he will be your man. And i was just a boy for you, He will be your man... |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
And how my dad beat me and how much he drank
Do you think it'll help my records sell Cause Im the radio star with the cars and the clothes The fancy guitars and the spoon in my nose You know in my world now anything goes You all want to be me, and Ill be gone in a week Hang out with Britney and Fred Durst Arrive in a limo, Ill leave in a hearse And I cant decide now which part is worse Losing my life to the game, or losing the fortune and fame Cause Im the radio star with the cars and the clothes The fancy guitars and the spoon in my nose You know in my world now anything goes You all want to be me, and Ill be gone in a week You put me on TV with all the cool stars Like Letterman, Conan and Jay Cause were all experts at the art of PR And nobody knows that Im gay Im the radio star with the cars and the clothes The fancy guitars and the spoon in my nose You know in my world now anything goes You all want to be me, and Ill be gone in a week Im the radio star Im the radio star Im the radio star Im the radio star |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
well, I'm watching the dragons
as they make another claim he used to be a friend of mine I called him by his name well, there's nothing you can say to nirvana when it's packed up in a syringe we'll call up your mama and bus in all your friends well, I'm watching the dragons as they slither out of sight and I wonder, who'll be sleeping alone tonight Beth lost her sister they came and they took her away and there ain't enough pills in the world and nothing I can say so I tell her I love her and that she's a friend and each time I leave her I wonder if I'll see her again (repeat chorus) then I look in the mirror the dragon has taken form I wonder if he's coming for me cuz' I have been forewarned (repeat chorus) tonight tonight tonight |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
And I said, no, you know I got no game
Oh, but you can love me just the same She said boy, my mama told me all about boys like you You talk so sweet then you leave me blue Is that what you think youre about to do I said, no, Im just sittin here singing a song Dont want to do nobody wrong Youll find out before long Tonights just all about having fun Maybe Ill see you when its done Well talk about things that are making you blue Till theres one thing left to do She sat down right in front of the stage And everybody was so amazed Put a cigarette right between her lips Before she could light it, the sax man shot right from the hip She said, no, my mama told me all about boys like him Walking around with that sly grin All he wants is a night of sin Tonights just all about having fun Maybe Ill see you when its done Well talk about whats been making you blue Till theres one thing left to do And I just need some conversation And I wont tell too many lies I know its a sticky situation But I think I saw that twinkle in your eyes Tonights just all about having fun Maybe Ill see you when its done Well talk about whats making you blue Till theres one thing left to do Well we played till the police closed us down Drank our drinks till the morning came around She said, boy, everything you told me was true I forgot about my blues, what are you going to do I said, my mama told me all about girls like you Talk a big game and then you leave me blue Is that what you think youre about to do She said, no, I never met a man thats quite like you I think Im gonna let my mama do the worrying too What you gonna do You know tonight was so much fun And I hate to see its done I forgot all my blues Now theres one thing left to do |
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from Edwin Mccain - Far From Over (2001)
I've been through the valley
But I've feared no man Saw the beach and the footprints Alone in the sand And times seemed hopeless The night too dark to see The lone footprints on the road behind Were the times when You carried me Jesus, He loves me This I know Jesus, He loves me For the Bible tells me so Son of God, our Savior and King You're taking away The sins of the world So I'll raise my voice and sing I've held the hand of the devil At the crossroads of my faith My Lord came and rescued me By His saving grace And Jesus, He loves me And this I know Oh Jesus, He loves me And you know, He saved my soul He saved my soul |
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from The Family Man (패밀리 맨) by Danny Elfman [ost] (2000)
How did I wake up each day Before that moment I saw your face Where was I before your touch No where is where I was, without you Without you in it My life was just a lie Before you I don't know how I got by Before I met you Before I held you in the night I don't know how I survived Before I found you Before you made everything right I was half alive I wasn't really living till you came into my life I got through baby But I don't know how I got by How did I get through those nights Before that moment I held you tight And where was I before your kiss And how did I exist without you Life had no meaning No reason and no rhyme And before you I don't know how I got by Before I met you Before I held you in the night I don't know how I survived Before I found you Before you made everything right I was half alive I wasn't really living till you came into my life I got through baby But I don't know how I got by I thank God when I wake each day Awaking next to you Don't know what I was living for Before you, before you ohhhhh Before I met you Before I held you in the night I don't know how I survived Before I found you Before you made everything right I was half alive I wasn't really living till you came into my life I got through baby But I don't know how I got by Before I met you I don't know how I got by |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2009-08-25 12:29:19
Subject : 에드윈 맥케인 밴드 - 09.08.07. (B.B.King in New York)
