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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Can't you hear that lonely symphony
It's playing just for me It's the same old misery Trying to bring me down And I just wanna cry out loud And tell you how I feel Seeing your face in every crowd Is making my heart beat harder. For the chance to be near you And whenever I see you And there's nothing can hold me down. Oh Anna Julia Oh Anna Julia All the guys that follow you around Are trying to catch your eye They just think that I'm a clown I'm crazy to even try But when I see you on the street My whole world starts to change Then the blood beneath my feet Starts burning me up like a fire And I feel like I'm falling That's when I hear you calling Hold my breath and look around. Oh Anna Julia Oh Anna Julia Pray for the day when your love sets me free People say there's no way That your love's not for me But there'll come a day When I tell you all that I feel And they'll stand and watch While you walk away with me Oh Anna Julia Oh Anna Julia Oh Anna Julia Oh Anna Julia, Julia, Julia... ow ow ow.. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Capaldi
He tries so hard to get himself together. But he's so weak he couldn't lift a feather. And it looks as though it's gonna be bad weather, When he comes down from the clouds. His mother says, I wish he'd should stop his drinking. He's like a ship that's on the verge of sinking. But she don't see his pupils as they're shrinking, When he's away in the clouds. He's just a boy with a problem he caun't conceal. He thinks he's controlling his habit, But soon from this earth He will leave He used to be a very happy fellow, And everything he did was very mellow. But now his skin is slowly turning yellow, Looking just like a bad dream. He used to play a melody so pretty. On a silver stick a long way from the city. But now my heart is so filled up with pity. What can we do with him now. He's just a boy with a problem he caun't conceal. He thinks he's controlling his habit. But soon from this earth He will leave I'm gonna write a song and send it to him. And maybe he will see just what I'm feelin'. I've still got love and hope and my affection, To keep him from fading away. The earth is pure, its veins are rivers of water. And man should be as a father to a daughter. But he does what he likes, because he thinks he's bought her. Laughing while he injects her with his filth. He's just a boy with a problem, lost out in space We're turning him into a junkie, look at his face, What a disgrace! |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Reflected in the water is a face that you don't know And isn't it surprising when you find out it's your own And so you try to find out whether it is friend or foe And what it is it wants from you, and what it wants to know Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Well, you're wrapped up in your little world and no one can get in You sit and think of everything, then you wonder where you've been Put the blame on someone that you've hardly ever known And then you realize too late the blame was all your own Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen/ Remastered (2004)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Capaldi
Don't be a hero, heroes are so sad Don't be a hero, it'll just make you feel bad Beware of the candyman, he doesn't realise That the present that he's brought for you is gonna burn out your eyes. Old Pharaoh's daughter once swallowed a grain Which took her to Hades, where they blew out her brain All the physicians just looked on in shame Om the walls of the temple they erased her name. 'I'll see you tomorrow' - I heard someone say The man he was talking to had faded away Oh how he must have cried when he was alone For the devil had taken his soul and the snow had froze him to the bone. God's living herb is OK I suppose But the thorn in your side once grew on a rose So just take it easy, that's all I beseech For love is the highest high you can reach. |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through
All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion There is only one who means more than all to me And through the lady, in a dream I've learned to live with everyone Mother, father, all my friends, have seen me have my day But now I find that there's no need in trying to run, though it's been fun Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream Gerrard
Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked On long blue ribbons That he may see while he sleeps Monsieur Old Neddy, he wears spectacles in bed That he may see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be They think it should be done with reality I scream from a skull. Fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Capaldi
Eve, there's a woman in your eyes Oh Eve, you made me realise Eve, give me a smile Oh Eve, you're only a child. But it's making me turn my head all the time 'Cause looking at your face is like seeing the sunshine. Eve, I'll never let you down Oh Eve, I'll always be around. And it's making me turn my head all the time 'Cause looking at your face is like seeing the sunshine. Oh Eve, give me a smile Oh Eve, you're only a child. |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sitting all alone by the fireside
Listen to the wind in the chimney top Haven't slept for days, and I'm still wide eyed Try not to think, but my mind won't stop Evening shadows making my heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody's looking for something in life Not everyone's finds what they're looking for Everybody wants a little happiness in life But everyone can open the door Morning wakens, making my heart sing out Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
I don't know how long I can take it
There's times when I don't think I can make it through, baby Don't know what you and me are gonna do, baby. Hey, baby You know it's time to face up to what is wrong I lie awake at night, I can't sleep while you're lying there This feeling worries me, I can see it's going nowhere Oh baby, now I just work all day trying to earn my pay Oh, is it worth it now to sweat all day and see it slip away Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Now then I've been thinking' about it You say that it's okay - it'll be all right, baby. Hey, baby But that's fine when all you do is party every night, baby You say my clothes are soiled and my hands ain't clean But I'm working overtime checking' every wheel is locked in tight On that production line, baby, running at the speed of light Oh, have mercy now, when you look that way and you start to play Then oh, I'm burning up. I tell you one more day, I'm gonna fade away It's the same old way, baby, it's the same old way now It's the same way, it's just the same old way, hangs me up all day |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
I can't afford to take a rest, I'm heading out towards the sun
And find the place where I once saw a new life starting It's not so far to get there, it's waiting up around the bend Don't know if I'll be back again Through the night I'm flying, moving like a raven To the night unfolding I call your name To the night I whisper, to the night I pray Through the night I'm racing Far from home I've always tried to do my best, I never cheated anyone Not like the place where they once turned the wine into water Running from all pretensions, nothing blocking up my view No more feeling black and blue 'Cause tonight I'm not a lonely man, yes tonight, oh tonight Keep holding on to false directions, they'll never set you free You got to stop the world and let it be, then maybe you will see |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Graveyard people with graveyard minds
Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst straight lines Scorning the gypsies camped out in the fields What do they know of the warrior's shield? Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Follow shop stewards like so many sheep Sowing the seed that our children will reap Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Get it together, no one knows how we feel Sowing the seed that our children will reap |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real Where 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness r eigned all year round Where music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass It stuck to my coat And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
What are we doing to this holy ground
This land that God gave to us all? 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound Trees make when they fall Why can't we understand when it turns to sand There's no way you can bring it back again? Why don't we change the plan, try to save this land And make a promise not to hurt again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground What are we doing to this sacred heart This heart that's beating for us all? Ooh 'Cause everywhere I see it torn apart Tears like rain will fall Why don't we take the time, take a look inside Try to understand what's going wrong? Stop trying to change the tide, overcome our pride Take off our shoes, this place we're standing on Is holy ground, is holy ground Is holy ground, is holy ground Get out of doing the things you do in the dark Keep the flame alive in your heart What are we doing to the children's lives The ones we shouldn't hurt at all? 'Cause in the night I hear their lonely cries So frail and small How can we just stand by, watch them fade and die Before they even reach the age of ten? Why don't we heal the pain, take away this shame Make a vow to give them back again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This oh, holy ground, holy ground Holy ground, holy Are you there? Holy ground, oh, oh no Holy ground, holy |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Seems that I had just to stay
The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never die and I Hope they never find me here I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said "Don't ask about the field where you once played Atomic Factories have replaced" and I Hope they never find me here The horse I ride has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry The car I drive has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying Meals I eat have changed into a concentrated vacuum The air has come to be as one Time to leave has just begun The world is waiting its a fact To stage the last and final act and Hope I never find me there There There.... |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Capaldi
How much can a man really take When he's pushed himself too far ? He knows that his mind is on the break And he's trying to reach that star. How many times have I seen him fall ? How many times ? Too many to recall Come on home. He left his home in search of his soul A many miles he did travel Towards the East and distant shores For the mystery of life to unravel And many wondrous sights he did see While passing through those lands But he cast a shadow deep and long Across the moving sands. How much can a man really take When he's pushed himself too far ? He knows that his mind is on the break And he's trying to reach that star. How many times have I seen him fall ? How many times ? Too many to recall Come on home. Fate was about to deal him a card From the bottom of the pack And he met his end in fair Nepal With a dagger in his back So raise up your eyes and see That angel in the sky And remember when you're searchin' for your soul You're searchin' for to die. How much can a man really take When he's pushed himself too far ? He knows that his mind is on the break And he's trying to reach that star. How many times have I seen him fall ? How many times ? Too many to recall Let's go. Oh yeah, come on home, come on home Got to get on home ... |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away
You're looking at me, I've got nothing to say Don't make me angry with the games that you play Either light up or leave me alone You walk in my room, you lie in my bed You open your mouth, shoot someone dead All of a sudden you're inside my head Either light up or leave me alone Spending my bread like it grew on a tree You're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees The skirt that you're wearing is way past your knees Either light up or leave me alone You're up all night preaching your mind Come home in the morning with your latest find I'm gonna have to lay it to you straight on the line Either light up or leave me alone |
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from Jim Capaldi - Fierce Heart (2005)
You know I've had my share of dealing with despair.
I'm tired of seeing my dreams vanish in the air. Enough of users and all them two time losers. I've seen that killing floor and I just won't take no more. So I'm gonna move out on the highway. Head on down the road leaving it all behind. Had enough of lying. There'll be no more crying this time. Living on the edge. Running with the wind. Soaring to the heights on an eagle's wing. If you wanna see your spirit flying free. Then step outside your mind and cross over the line. Don't spend your lifetime weeping. For things that ain't worth keeping. Life can be very short and you know everybody is bought. So I'm gonna move out on the highway. Head on down the road leaving it all behind. Had enough of lying. There'll be no more crying this time. Living on the edge. Running with the wind. Soaring to the heights on an eagle's wing. It's time to go down to Mexico. Mescalitos' song will help you to be strong. So come on move on down the highway. Head on down the road leaving it all behind. Had enough of lying. There'll be no more crying this time. |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
You know I've had my share of dealing with despair.
I'm tired of seeing my dreams vanish in the air. Enough of users and all them two time losers. I've seen that killing floor and I just won't take no more. So I'm gonna move out on the highway. Head on down the road leaving it all behind. Had enough of lying. There'll be no more crying this time. Living on the edge. Running with the wind. Soaring to the heights on an eagle's wing. If you wanna see your spirit flying free. Then step outside your mind and cross over the line. Don't spend your lifetime weeping. For things that ain't worth keeping. Life can be very short and you know everybody is bought. So I'm gonna move out on the highway. Head on down the road leaving it all behind. Had enough of lying. There'll be no more crying this time. Living on the edge. Running with the wind. Soaring to the heights on an eagle's wing. It's time to go down to Mexico. Mescalitos' song will help you to be strong. So come on move on down the highway. Head on down the road leaving it all behind. Had enough of lying. There'll be no more crying this time. |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars
Any heart, it's not tough or strong enough To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain Love is like a flower, holds a lot of rain Love hurts I'm young, I know, but even so I know a thing or two I've learned from you I really learned a lot, really learned a lot Love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot Love hurts, oo love hurts Some fools dream of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness Some fools fool themselves, I guess, but they're not foolin' me I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true Love is just a lie, made to make you blue Love hurts, oo love hurts Some fools dream of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness Some fools fool themselves, I guess, but they're not foolin' me I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true Love is just a lie, made to make you blue Love hurts, love hurts, oo love hurts Oo love hurts, yeah love hurts .... |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Capaldi
He's a rebel and an angel of the devil You can't see him but he's always on the level He's a driver, a survivor from the law, oh yeah And if you cheat him, he will even up the score, oh. He's a traveller, an unraveler of your mind, yeah He's the high priest, freedom is his only shrine, oh He's the shadow, he can see behind your eyes He's got the power, he's like lightning from the skies. He's a low rider, oh, hey hey, I said low rider, oh oh oh oh, hey. He's been down in the ground He's been kicked and he's been pushed around But now he's coming back, coming back to claim his crown, hey, alright. Rider passed by, rider passed by the local sheriff, uh Sheriff chased him, started chasing him with his gun The rider lost him, lost him in the backstreets, oh yeah Then he burned the town up, burned the town up just for fun. Sheriff got mad, said : 'I'm gonna get thet rider' He couldn't stand to see the rider running free He told the deputy : 'Go 'round up, up the posse, oh' He said to meet him outside Smokey Joe's Cafe. The rider came down through the town The sheriff's men they cut him down Low rider, now they've finally got your crown. I said : 'Ah!'. Low rider, low rider ... |
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from Jim Capaldi - Prince Of Darkness (1999)
Man with no country
Jim Capaldi Man with no country Just a guitar and a love that he sung (he only wants to see) Man with no country walking along down long dusty roads (he wants to stay ahead of everything) He's got to see new horizons each day He'll never stay Man with no country Looks up and sees birds in the sky (he wants to be so free to fly high) Man with no country Never looks back to that place that he´s coming from (something inside him always moving on) Though he'll remember the moments of making new friends each day Still he won't stay Man with no country Comes into town and looks for a bar (somwehere that he can play his acoustic guitar) The girl at a moment sees him and says "I'd like the way that you touch the strings come play with me I'll give you everything" But he's such in other things that will set him so free (that's the way he knows it's got to be) And heaven is a long long way from where he stands He's a very lonely man But he's such in other things that will set him so free (that's the way he knows it's got to be) It's gotta be And heaven is a long long way from where he stands He's a very lonely man Ohhhhhh Man with no country Yeah Man with no country Ohhhhhh Man with no country Ohhhhhh Man with no country Uhhhhhh Yeh Yeh Yeh Man with no country Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Uhhhh |
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from Jim Capaldi - Let The Thunder Cry (2004)
Man with no country
Jim Capaldi Man with no country Just a guitar and a love that he sung (he only wants to see) Man with no country walking along down long dusty roads (he wants to stay ahead of everything) He's got to see new horizons each day He'll never stay Man with no country Looks up and sees birds in the sky (he wants to be so free to fly high) Man with no country Never looks back to that place that he´s coming from (something inside him always moving on) Though he'll remember the moments of making new friends each day Still he won't stay Man with no country Comes into town and looks for a bar (somwehere that he can play his acoustic guitar) The girl at a moment sees him and says "I'd like the way that you touch the strings come play with me I'll give you everything" But he's such in other things that will set him so free (that's the way he knows it's got to be) And heaven is a long long way from where he stands He's a very lonely man But he's such in other things that will set him so free (that's the way he knows it's got to be) It's gotta be And heaven is a long long way from where he stands He's a very lonely man Ohhhhhh Man with no country Yeah Man with no country Ohhhhhh Man with no country Ohhhhhh Man with no country Uhhhhhh Yeh Yeh Yeh Man with no country Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Uhhhh |
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from Jim Capaldi - Dear Mr. Fantasy (2011)
Man with no country
Jim Capaldi Man with no country Just a guitar and a love that he sung (he only wants to see) Man with no country walking along down long dusty roads (he wants to stay ahead of everything) He's got to see new horizons each day He'll never stay Man with no country Looks up and sees birds in the sky (he wants to be so free to fly high) Man with no country Never looks back to that place that he´s coming from (something inside him always moving on) Though he'll remember the moments of making new friends each day Still he won't stay Man with no country Comes into town and looks for a bar (somwehere that he can play his acoustic guitar) The girl at a moment sees him and says "I'd like the way that you touch the strings come play with me I'll give you everything" But he's such in other things that will set him so free (that's the way he knows it's got to be) And heaven is a long long way from where he stands He's a very lonely man But he's such in other things that will set him so free (that's the way he knows it's got to be) It's gotta be And heaven is a long long way from where he stands He's a very lonely man Ohhhhhh Man with no country Yeah Man with no country Ohhhhhh Man with no country Ohhhhhh Man with no country Uhhhhhh Yeh Yeh Yeh Man with no country Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Uhhhh |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice
And I was too confused to see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens No one here has ever reached your centre Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought Or you may lose the meaning of your venture. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. |
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