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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
Where has the time gone
Why did it take so long Why didn't I meet you Back when I needed to Ohh oh And time plays her tricks on me She's holding my hand while she's shoving me free These questions I ask of you Seeming so old and feeling so new Oh look what I've found such a sweet sound Who would've thought I almost forgot Love's peace of mind in a world That keeps on spinning round Thank God you took the time to help me find Standing ground Ohh oh oh Standing ground I was stuck between here and there I kept throwing my hands up in the air I didn't care Til you put your love in my life You're a penny in the water Sparkling in the light Ohh oh oh And look how the time's flown Smack dab in the middle of a love that's grown It feels just like yesterday i'm Forgetting what to do forgetting what to say Chorus Oh look what I've found such a sweet sound Who would've thought I almost forgot Love's peace of mind in a world That keeps on spinning round Thank God you took the time to help me find Standing ground Ohh oh oh You woke me up to say An earthquake was shaking the bed we were on Mmm you held me close I could feel your heart Beating in the dark like a big bass drum We were laughing through it all Til all the fear was gone Ohh oh Oh look what I've found such a sweet sound Who would've thought I almost forgot Love's peace of mind in a world That keeps on spinning round Thank God you took the time to help me find Standing ground Such a sweet sound Who would've thought I almost forgot Love's peace of mind in a world That keeps on spinning round Thank God you took the time to help me find Standing ground Ohh oh oh Standing ground |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
Life life life life is just a question
He he he he he runs to me and I I i I i turn to him And he he he he he says to me Report your instincts to the station This sixth sense of yours is on fire Your desire to insult the situation Can be controlled if you'd just let it go What the hell is he saying should I return to the good book Am I too defensive is he always right Because life life life life is just a question She she she she she runs to me and I I i I i turn to her And she she she she she says to me Fill the vases up with flowers Fill the faces up with laughter Fill your heart up with echoes fill your mind up with Nothing And I have to scribble quickly she talks so fast so full of life There she goes around the corner into another dimension and I scratch my head I waste time thinking about scratching my head And I wonder Do we really hold all power here inside I jump for joy at the thought I jump off cliffs and into Fields of love La da da daa da da daaa La da da daa doda da dooo da daaa La do da daa da da daaa La da da do doda da dooo da daaa She knocks me over mid thought My elbow's scratched he is holding her stare She is smiling he is toothless Together they are a potent pair I kick the can we run seperate through the trees I remember Once I was naked and I blame it on adam and eve Life life life life is just a question He he he he he runs to me and I I i I i turn to her And she she she she she says Life life life life is just a question He he he he he runs to me and I I i I i turn to him And she she she she she says Ohh oh oh Ohh oh oh Life life life life Life life life life |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
Here we are
Shallow but inspired Jumping into fires we set Here we are We're dumb enough to learn Risking all we know to forget So don't make me lead the way Or make me say It's real The way I feel Chorus 'cause words burn like kerosene Flickering Then gone Words burn like kerosene Seldom seen again Well damn the lies I'm choking on the truth Time is passing by It's no excuse Stale goodbyes Oh really what's the use To try and save what we long to lose So don't make me lead the way Or make me say It's real The way I feel Chorus 'cause words burn like kerosene Flickering Then gone Words burn like kerosene Seldom seen again Words burn like kerosene Flickering Then gone Words burn like kerosene Seldom seen again Sometimes you need to go astray So throw caution to the wind Sometimes it carries you away Ohh please don't hate me when I say Words burn like kerosene Flickering Then gone Words burn like kerosene Seldom seen again Kerosene Oh seldom seen Ohh oh oh Then gone |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
Edward can I borrow your coat
Edward can I borrow your hat Through an open door I see Rain about to wash my fallen heart clean And edward can I borrow your smile Oh I'd like to take it home and try it out for awhile I'm sitting in a room Where the smell of you is still upon my fingers Ohhh it's news to me how we came to be That you and I could ever be together I wasn't even looking But now I'm jumping up and down A thousand kisses waiting here for you Inst Ohhh it's news to me how we came to be That you and I could ever be together I wasn't even looking But now I'm jumping up and down A thousand kisses waiting here for you Edward will you hold my hand I'd like to grow old with you I'd like to understand Why some things have to change And some things stay the same Either way I'm here Beside you Inside you |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
Outside the lines of baltimore
There's a cemetary sleeping I stopped to watch you yelling at your dog The effect was rather creepy In front of strangers long since gone I watched you hammer home your hate Someday you'll look back at what you've become A ghost behind a gate Chorus Oh ohh oh I wish I could run to save you I wish I could run I wish I could run to save you I can't be the one You could blame it on the way he would hit you The taste of blood mingled with shame And there's a feeling that lies deep within you But you cannot give it a name No one can understand me you say No one knows your pain You shake your fists and raise your voice Here comes the madness again Chorus Oh ohh oh I wish I could run to save you I wish I could run I wish I could run to save you I can't be the one No I can't be the one You wish you were more like me but I'm not Who you make me out to be You wish you were more like me but I'm not who you make me out to be No one can understand me you say No one knows your pain You shake your fists and raise your voice Here comes the madness again Chorus Oh ohh oh I wish I could run to save you I wish I could run I wish I could run to save you I can't be that I wish I could run to save you Ohh I wish I could run I wish I could run to save you I can't be the one No I can't be the one No I can't be the one |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
Dear tracey
You left too soon 'cause when you left The light went with you out of the room Dear tracey You hung the moon Over my shoulder Each and every night Now my heart hangs heavy But it still beats steady for you Dear tracey And in my darkest hour I can hear The way you used to whistle The way you could turn every head in the room With just the sound of your laughter And in my darkest hour I can hear The way you used to whistle The way you could turn every head in the room Dear tracey Golden moments are not easily found Now that you are homeward bound And this will not be easy to think of you and To sing this song Now that you are gone My dear Dear tracey |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
I didn't want a river
But you handed me the sea I didn't want a forest But you chopped down every tree I didn't want these blue skies But you shot down every bird I didn't want these questions That you're screaming to be heard And the distance between stars Is the distance between our hearts And the difference between runners in a race Is a moment of grace I didn't want a feature length film I said a preview will do But somehow you convinced me To sit here in the dark with you And you carry this hole in your heart You expect me to fill it on the double But I can't carry more than myself Oh my own shit and shovel And the distance between stars Is the distance between our hearts And the difference between runners in a race Is a moment of grace Da dum dum dum daday Da dum da dada day Da dum dum dum daday Da dum dada day I don't I don't I don't I don't I don't I don't I don't want you I just needed you the night You say a man's got to do what a man's got to do I say A woman's Got The same right And the distance between stars Is the distance between our hearts Oh ohhh oh And the difference between runners in a race Is a moment of grace Is a moment |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
I poured some stars in your cereal
You ate half a bowl and said you were full Oh honey where's your appetite You used to eat a bowl every nite Ah uh huh Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba Lassoed the moon and laid it at your feet But when I left you kicked it out on the street The neighbors heard it cryin' took it in Now I'm not sure the moon will trust you again Ah uh huh Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba The world can caress you or it can oppress you But don't be swayed by it's course A smile's a moonbeam a happy daydream Pouring straight from the source Where did you go I want you back Your smile's as flat as a paper sack Oh let me pour your favorite cereal And hang the moon to light your meal Ah uh huh Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba Your heart was open twenty four hours Your love was my chosen sunflower Weren't you the one who said a smile's just a frown That we've turned upside down Where did you go I want you back Your smile's as flat as a paper sack Oh let me pour your favorite cereal And hang the moon to light your meal Ah uh huh Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba Baba bada bap ba badiyidi Baba bada ba |
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from Sara Hickman - Spiritual Appliances (2004)
I thought I'd have to pay to feel good
By all the pretty things that caught my eye Empty as my pocketbook I stood With only common sense to tell me why i Can't put my finger on it I can't hold it in my hands But I'll wrap my arms around it Then let it go To come around again Elusive as a lizard in the grass Compelling as an ancient mystery Sudden as a twister and as fast As a train from leon to paree i Can't put my finger on it I can't hold it in my hands But I'll wrap my arms around it Then let it go To come around again Mothers hold their babies to their breast sisters see their brothers off to war Lovers put each other to the test oceans spend their waves upon the shore I told you there was something in the air Beyond our limitations to perceive A feeling that there's more than nothing there Challenging us simply to believe in love Can't put your finger on it You can't hold it in your hands But you'll wrap your arms around it Then let it go to come around again Can't put my finger on it I can't hold it in my hands But I'll wrap my arms around it Then let it go To come around again Ooohh come around |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
In the fields where we laid our heads
Dog barking to the heat of the beating sun Hot ground, sweet ground a feeling of fever in the air Kissing the nape of your neck, sighing colors Breaking sticks into heartsick flaming words In the fields making love The luck of the Irish tucked between your toes Love's debt pays regret, in months I begin to show Dressing as a car drives by gasping buzzards Turning time into a lover's rhyme Pressed between the pages of my heart In the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself there still? Oh in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds? Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass? In a city of glass In the fields tripping on Pushing through the barbs to reach the greener side It was years ago we let each other go To follow the paths of our dreams Sometimes I carry the memory, full time Delivering the spitting image of you Eyes burn and I live at peace I did what I had to do and you, and you, and you Oh in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself there still? Oh now in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds? Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass? In the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself there still? Oh in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds? Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass? In a city of glass Time waits for no one And I've lost track of you |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
As I circle the picnic table
Eyes watch me in my flowing dress The sky is an unnatural shade of green But it?s really just the light through the trees Red and white inviting cookie store in New York City I took a chocolate photograph A thirteen month old smiling child Mother ends our conversation Calls me a lunatic Dancing in the middle of a crazy diamond I?m kicking dust into the stagnant air I am a shortstop between here and third But the traffic never slows Still I wave My sister tells a funny situation, she is happy in her thinking As the phone begins to ring, a big boom fills the room It is a man who wants my sister all to himself So I must break the news she is gay Laughing in the middle of a crazy diamond She?s kicking dust into the stagnant air She is a shortstop between here and third But the traffic will never slow Oh, she waves anyway Each day you make your bed all by yourself Tossing flowers, the names engraved with pencil marks A constant quirky conversation Oh, should you change your name To protect your innocence Spinning in the middle of your crazy diamond I?m kicking dust into your stagnant air You are a shortstop between here and third But the traffic will never slow Still I wave As I circle the picnic table Yours eyes watch me in my flowing dress The sky is an unnatural shade of gray But it?s really just the light fading from your eyes Yes, it?s really just the light fading, fading Yes, it?s really just the light |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
Growin' up together
The years just seemed to fly Changin' our lives like the weather Rainy days to clear blue skies Too much time together Ridin' home from school Teasin' me you were better But you were the one who broke the rules I keep askin' myself How can I be feelin' this way I keep thinkin' I'm crazy But now I just got to say I couldn't help myself No, no, I couldn't help myself Ooh, ooh, I couldn't help myself From fallin' in love with you You have been there Whenever I felt like I'd reached the end Tellin' you all my secrets We were the best of friends Callin' me up Whenever nothin' was goin' down Nothin' was ever better Than when you were around I keep tellin' myself You're just a friend of mine But the more I deny it The more I realize I couldn't help myself No, no, I couldn't help myself Ooh, ooh, I couldn't help myself From fallin' in love with you Somethin' inside came alive What was the sign, was it there all the time? I don't know what I'll do If you don't feel this way too I couldn't help myself No, no, I couldn't help myself Ooh, ooh, I couldn't help myself From fallin' in love No, no, I couldn't help myself No, no, I couldn't help myself No, no, I couldn't help myself From fallin', fallin' in love with you Oh, no, no, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Ooh, ooh, you know I'm in love |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
I wore my heart out on my sleeve
But then they shot me down And they left me here to die If my last kiss is this cold ground Will I forgive the hand That held the gun and took my life away Can't we take the time of day To give the world another chance Can't we learn from our mistakes We're human after all If we sent our hearts over now Would it ease the pain? If we sent our hearts over now Would it stop the fighting? If we sent our hearts over now Would it be enough to save the world? Well, I can't believe I'm the only one who just can't believe That this is going on As I sit in my small cell Counting scratches on the wall Scratch my head and start to cry Chained to this solitary hell I'm about to lose it all My last words are to myself Racing back to the fateful day I took another human life away Oh, how I've learned from my mistakes But now I have to pay If we sent our hearts over now Would it ease the pain? If we sent our hearts over now Would it stop the fighting? If we sent our hearts over now Would it be enough to save the world? Well, I can't believe I'm the only one who just can't believe This is going on Oh, can't we learn from our mistakes? We're human, after all I'm held hostage in a land Where there's no brotherhood of man No one understands what I say I just make it through each day As they let me waste away Somewhere behind the walls of sand And my situation is unknown And my captors rule from a thorny throne Each night I dream that I?ll soon be home But I can't sleep tonight If we sent our hearts over now Would it ease the pain? If we sent our hearts over now Would it stop the fighting? If we sent our hearts over now Would it be enough to save the world? Well, I can't believe I'm the only one who just can't believe This is going on I can't believe it, no, no I can't believe this is going on I can't believe it, no, no I can't believe this is going on I can't believe it, no, no I can't believe this is going on I can't believe it, no, no I can't believe this is going on I can't believe it, no, no I can't believe this is going on I can't believe it, no, no I can't believe this is going on ... |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
The very thing that makes you happy
Makes me want to fight The very thing that makes you tired Keeps me up all night The very thing that reassures you Makes me turn and run in fright It?s the very thing, it?s the very thing It?s the very thing that makes me love you The very thing that makes us happy Is what?s tearing us apart The very place where we are ending Is where I?ve got to start To put a positive rotation To this spinning in my heart It?s the very thing, oh, it?s the very thing It?s the very thing that makes me love you The difference between you and me Is you?ve been where I?m trying to be If I could open my eyes then I would see There?s not that big a difference No, there?s not that big a difference between you and me I?ve lost my place and I?ve lost the time I?ve lost my reason and I?ve lost my rhyme I?ve lost count of what is and isn?t mine It?s a sad, sad tale to tell and if I?m boring you, then what the hell ?Cus the very thing that interests me Well, it's boring you to tears The very thing that?s healing me Is stirring up your fears But can you wait as I learn now What you have known for years It?s the very thing, oh, it?s the very thing It?s the very thing that makes me love you Oh, it?s the very thing Oh, it?s the very thing It?s the very thing that makes me love you La, la, la La, la, la La, la, la ... |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
Salvador, your father named you
After a dead brother And your mother hung the cross upside down Salvador, so much of time hung over Old men's sleeves The prick of guilt's thorn rusted and worn Sewn into our hearts in the shape of a star Up the alley I stop at a window Through the curtains I see Figures moving, figures swaying Figures talking in time Paintings of persistence Paintings of persistence hung like a jury Searching and seeking Silent icons I wipe the dust from my hands Salvador, no one believes me But I swear I know what I'm doing And once you were painting The ground you were breaking But it?s never enough to gain their approval Up the alley, the window is broken The sky's on the ground They unravel the rope of unreason They will hang me for sure Searching and seeking their silent icons They wipe the blood from their hands Salvador, they want a savior And they crowned you king They begged you for answers But the glory or fame took away time From your obligations Keep on sleeping, don?t awake from this dream I?ll comb your mustache, I'll wipe your body I'll kiss your feet when they take you Down from the cross |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
Don?t give up, you?ve just started
You?ve come so far in such a short, short time Don?t give up, you?ve just started You?ve come so far in such a short, short, short time The hardest step is always the first one All things will come to you once you?re in motion Don?t give up, you?ve just started You?ve come so far in such a short, short time The roughest journey is from the head to the heart Guide yourself wisely, take courage in the dark Ooh, courage in the dark Don?t give up, you?ve just started You?ve come so far in such a short, short, short time Advice can be deceiving Action brings speed to self-believing Don?t give up, you?ve just started You?ve come so far in such a short, short, short time Don?t give up, you?ve just started You?ve come so far in such a short, short, short time In time you will find, in time you will find In time you will find, in time you will find In time you will find, in time you will find |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
He checks his wrist
And chuckles to himself, "Half-past a freckle" She meets him in line, just in time For the half-past a freckle show Lips press her flesh With a wet sticky kiss The smell on his breath Makes her turn her face As she starts to get a little sick He hails a cab She gasps for breath during the drive She dives into his pants And he looks as if he's shocked As if she should have knocked He says, "You're too fast for me You're too, too fast for me You're too, too fast for me" She says, "Maybe you're too slow" Back at the motel He mentions his job is going well She unbraids her hair And for the ten-thousandth time Asks him again "What is it you do there?" He says, "I work at the Popsicle plant I pour the dye in the number five machine I am responsible for turning Popsicles green" "But you're too fast for me You're too, too fast for me You're too, too fast for me" She says, "Maybe you're too slow" She, she shimmies 'round the room Ha-ha-has while he explains She caresses a lamp Just to see his face full of longing and pain He says, "Let's do it on the floor" She says, "Tickle me instead" Well, he rolls his eyes so she slaps his thigh He says, "What did you do that for?" She says, "You're too fast for me! You're too, too fast for me You're too, too fast for me" He says, "Maybe you're too slow" You're too, too, too fast for me Oh, you're too, too, too fast for me You're too, too, too fast for me She says, "Maybe you're too" He says, "Maybe you're too" She says, "Maybe you're too slow" |
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from Sara Hickman - Shortstop (1990)
I'd take you to a restaurant
But I don?t have any money I?d take you for a drive But I don?t have a car I?d take you to Paris But I don?t have a jet So I hope you?ll settle For a claim on my heart I?d take you to the moon But I don?t have a rocket I?d take you to heaven But I wouldn?t know where to start I?d take you as far As my imagination would let it But I hope you?ll settle For a claim on my heart If you?ll just bear with me for a moment I?m sure that we can find All that we once held is true It?s in a crevice Embedded in my heart And it?s solid as a stone I?ll search the world For laughter you?ve never heard I?ll find the pieces That are missing to the part I?ll tell you the secrets Untold and hidden But I hope you?re happiest With a claim on my heart |
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