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from Forces Of Nature (포스 오브 네이처) by John Powell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from American Anthem (불타는 도전) by Alan Silvestri [ost] (1986)
I see myself locked in her arms, she looks inside my soul She is much too beautiful to ever let go Time - it passes much too fast, and time - I want to make it last Ooh, I run to her, I run to her The sun was shining brightly, as we talked into the night Time - how it passes much too fast, time - now I want to make it last Yesterday's a vivid dream, she came into my life Oh, I run to her, I run, run to her (Solo) Ooh, I run to her, I run to her, ohhh
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003) | |||||
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
Black Power, girl power, rack and ruin
Blackmail, ponytail, something doin' Something pulls me over Pulls me through to you Walking downstairs sideways Vodka, sonic proof Screaming murder always And trying to catch it Trying to catch it Trying to catch it And bring me the head of the fortune teller It wasn't meant to be this way It weren't meant to work out this way So bring me the head of the fortune teller I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm Sure-fire, backfire, golden shoes See-through, fall through, nothin' to lose You say you feel fine now Until the end of time One night when we're screamin' Loathe to find a way These days when we're scheming And trying to catch it Trying to catch it Trying to catch it And bring me the head of the fortune teller It wasn't meant to be this way It weren't meant to work out this way So bring me the head of the fortune teller I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm When I feel luck I'm gonna chance my arm Chance my arm Black power, gay power, black and blue Blackmail and tall tales, try something new You say you'll feel fine now It pulls me through to you One night when we're screamin' Vodka, sonic proof Walking downstairs sideways And trying to catch it Trying to catch it Trying to catch it And bring me the head of the fortune teller It wasn't meant to be this way It weren't meant to work out this way So bring me the head of the fortune teller I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
You rise and fall before me I close my eyes
When all these schemes devour me I'll apologize You send the truth straight by me I fall right in These sins you've laid before me are seeping in I saw the other Jesus walk down my street Sit tight they try to teach us The twain shall never meet But I saw the other Jesus Walk down my street In dreams I've tried to twist it But I never bleed And something way more sinister Is plain to see I saw the other Jesus walk down my street You rise and fall before me I close my eyes When all these schemes devour me I'll apologize You send the truth straight by me I fall right in These sins you've laid before me are seeping in I saw the other Jesus walk down my street |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
See me fly over your rooftops
Throwing change to your outstretched palms On my way back from Israel, Nobel Peace Prize underarm I've heard they want me in India I've got cures for any plague anytime And if you catch up with the ice cream man Make mine a ninety-nine 'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la la la 'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la la la You'll see me down at the bookies I got a crystal ball inside of my head You'll find more wealth than you could ever dream If you just follow what I said I'm very good for the business I got the connection, the right man the right time And if you wanna be number one Then make mine the long line 'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la la la All the girls cry, who's their honey in hotpants? To the boys I'm just good with the ball For the grandparents and little children I sacrifice myself for them all You'll see me walk on the tightrope and never fall And that's 'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la I am Superman |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
Bubbling up and not buckling under
I walked for miles tonight In the rain, all the way home from Camden Town But when I got home to Tottenham I could spin carousels in the park, in the dark And I can hear you say What's the point in romanticizing everything? So what's the point in romanticizing everything? Bubbling up and not buckling under I walked for miles and it still feels real 1972 Rocketman on the moon And all I can hear you say Is what's the point in romanticizing everything? But when I get home here I can feel London, North Europe here You say What's the point in romanticizing everything? So I'm gonna do whatever I do Don't show me the way home yet I don't wanna go I'm happy here Don't show me the way home yet I'm bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
Not going down in a ball of fire
Just 'cause the wings won't reach any higher And I'm the psychotic tripping in the aisles Sheet rain on the window pain Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning And never quite turning As the hostess turns to me and jokes: At least you've always got a good tale to tell When you die well I keep crashing out and dreaming about Black African goddesses in white western underwear So there And when you say everybody is a star in the end Then the greatest starfucker's your boyfriend who says I've always loved the smell of your blood Don't ask me why, I don't try We're so earthbound in every town And everybody's got a right to a will to want to live And a right to want to die Please help us back on to our feet Escort us to the ejector seats And I'm alive! I can't seem to hide it Got people calling out my name and everything Death by chandelier She says Death by chandelier! It falls on my head and I'm dead And that's how I want to die Don't ask me why, I don't try But if my lights are gonna blow Then that's the end of the show The fuzzy end of the lollipop's yours to suck I don't wanna here anymore And just don't tell me the Fulham score Please help me back on to my feet Reserve me the ejector seat Go away Go away Take me to Nirvana or Shangri-la And somewhere on my journey I saw everything Not going down in a ball of fire A little man sitting on my shoulder Top hat and tails and he carries a folder And written within is a list of the men Who went down before me Am I not going down? It's like Carry On Through The Clouds It's like flying with Satan sharing the navigation And he keeps grabbin' hold of the controls Please help me back on to my feet Reserve me the ejector seat Go away Go away Fly me to Nirvana or Shangri-la Somewhere on my journey I saw everything Where the songs do grow And the flowers can sing |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
How does it feel to look like candy?
Always tripping up on the wires I'm gonna give you the downside now Candy's insomnia astounds me Brain ticking until the light At least she gave me some words to write She's in full flight She's in full flight Do you know the way to Santa Fe? I've got lots of friends in Santa Fe How does it feel to dress like candy? Always dressing up to the nines Got more lives than a cat's nine lives Cat's nine lives, cat's nine lives Cat's nine lives, cat's nine lives Do you know the way to Santa Fe? I've got lots of friends in Santa Fe Candy Always dressing up to the nines She's got more lives than a cat's nine lives She's in full flight Cat's nine lives In full flight Cat's nine lives In full flight Cat's nine lives |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
As I collapsed to watch the movie
A hand reached out and pulled me through the screen Angels descending from the rooftops They wanna take me to all these places I've never seen But I'm gonna live forever I'm gonna cause a diversion And head 'em off at the pass And this is my last day on earth This is my last day Listening to when Ann cries and swears And kisses all her lover's ex-lover's lips She's only known the flights of ecstasy (and agony) And she's never felt lost throughout all of this But she's really had it this time She's had it so much it's starting to make her sick She says lets exit quick And this is her last day on earth This is her last day This is our last day The is my last day on earth Now I'm burning for somewhere I'm gonna tape on these paper wings and fly high And maybe close and maybe burn but high This is my last day on earth Last day on earth |
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from Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003)
In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And when everyone winds me up I just can't wind down And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp The sun makes my eyes burn And it must be my turn To fly with the birds this time Saturday's nation is rife with anticipation Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world But I don't mind the rain 'Cause I was born on an aeroplane Balloon ride over landslides It's April, I'm 18 And flying with the birds in a dream Make an electric connection as lightning strikes Angels' wings not once but twice Point blank refusal, the earth moves I turn her head Plant life gone wild over British monuments Something is burning Somebody's learning To fly with the birds tonight Solomon flies tonight Cape to coast, wings in full flight He's flying home with the birds tonight In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness And I just can't wind down |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
We are two shadows moving on a wall Two characters both weak and strong Then we run from each other again We chant and we dance, we draw ourselves in Chorus: Love is so strange, how we change from day to night Love is so strange, how we change from black to white Ever so strange, how we change from day to night I draw a picture of your face, another time, another place Hey yeah We are the ones who fell into this love We must be in the right place (chorus) That's right, that's right, that's (Solo) (chorus) Love is so strange, love is so strange, love is so strange That's right, that's right, yeah Ooh, love is so strange, love, how we change, yeah yeah Love is so strange, how we change, we change, we change, we change How much we change, much we change, yeah (chorus) That's right, that's right, yeah Love is so strange, how we change from black to white
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
I don't think I like this place
I don't think I like your face I don't know if I'll stick around I don't know, I just might leave town I don't care much what people say Nothing's perfect anyway No one said that the world was fair Al I want is someone to care I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on Dress it up, play it down Take it out, kick it 'round Never mind that I'm not like you I'll just do what I've got to do I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on Yeah, just hold on I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on I wear the uniform of youth and I hold on Yeah, hold on I wear the uniform of youth, gotta hold on |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
I look into your eyes
I see the dream that I've been searching for I'll search no more The age of innocence is never truly spent When there is love still there to touch So don't slow down The wheels are turning Fire's burning in us now Hey Don't slow down Don't lose the magic We've come too far to turn back now I ask to share you dreams Recalling empty scenes you hesitate It's not too late I wish into your eyes The truth of what I am behind the mask Beyond the past So don't slow down The wheels are turning (Wheels are turning) Fire's burning in us now Don't slow down (Fire) Don't lose the magic (Fire's burning) We've come too far to turn back now Hey Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Don't slow down Don't slow down Wheels are turning (Wheels are turning) The fire's burning in us now Don't slow down (Fire) Don't lose the magic (Fire's burning) We've come too far to turn back now Don't turn back now Whoa, oh Don't slow down Whoa, oh Yeah Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Whoa, oh |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
I see myself locked in her arms, she looks inside my soul She is much too beautiful to ever let go Time - it passes much too fast, and time - I want to make it last Ooh, I run to her, I run to her The sun was shining brightly, as we talked into the night Time - how it passes much too fast, time - now I want to make it last Yesterday's a vivid dream, she came into my life Oh, I run to her, I run, run to her (Solo) Ooh, I run to her, I run to her, ohhh
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
Last night I had a desperate dream
I was standing in the winter rain Footsteps close behind me Somebody called out my name No magic mirrors can erase These lines of living on my face Lessons learned and lost Take this life into my own hands Make this world into my own land Take this life I'll take my stand Take this world into my own hands Take this life into my own hands I'll take my stand I was walking in the summer sun Thinking that my life had just begun How wrong could I be? Take this life into my own hands Make this world into my own land Take this life I'll take my stand Take this world in my own hands Take this life into my own hands Take this world I'll take my stand Take this life into my own hands Take this world I'll take my stand Take this life into my own hands Make this world into my own land Take this life I'll take my stand Take this world in my own hands Take this life into my own hands Take this world into my own hands Take this life I'll take my stand Take this world into my own hands Into my own hands Into my own hands I'll take my stand Into my own hands |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
Is It Love - Mr. Mister I say I love you And hold you near me Well that's your fear You say I scare you I know the message My heart is sending You keep me guessing But you don't read it Is it love is it love We're after Is it love Is it love is it love (Why don't you tell me) The broken record Goes round and round Within a circle Without a sound I'm under water In overdrive You hide in laughter What's on your mind
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
The wind blows hard against this mountain side across the sea into my soul It reaches into where I cannot hide setting my feet upon the road My heart is old it holds my memories my body burns a gemlike flame Somewhere between the soul and soft machine is where I find myself again * Kyrie eleision down the road that I must travel Kyrie eleision through the darkness of the night Kyrie eleision where I going will you follow Kyrie eleision in a highway in the light When I was young I thought of growing old of what my life would mean to me Would I have followed down my chosen road? Or only wished that I could be * REPEAT * REPEAT |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
Baby I don't understand
Why we can't just hold on To each other's hands This time will be the last I fear unless I make it all so clear I need you so Take these broken wings And learn to fly again And learn to live so free And when we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up And let us in Baby I think tonight We can take what was wrong And make it right I need you so Baby it's all I know That you're half of the flesh And blood makes me whole I need you so |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
Through all the ragged truth, you left one poignant lie
A nice series of words for goodbye Who's playin' on your team, he has a certain flair 'Cos I don't see you around anywhere I cry when you're not here, I keep cryin' tangent tears, oh Ooh yeah, cryin' tangent tears I'm stuck on interphase, my heart does not forget Checking out at this point is no sweat Chill factor number nine, you made my heart go blind You act so cold but you still look so fine I cry when you're not here, I keep cryin' tangent tears, ooh I cry when you're not here, everything I see reminds me I'm cryin' tangent tears I cry when you're not here, I keep cryin' tangent tears, cry tanase yeah I'm cryin' tangent tears, everything I see reminds me I'm cryin' tangent tears I cry when you're not here, ooh, I keep cryin' tangent tears, ohh I cry when you're not here |
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from Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World (1993)
I'm cryin' tears of joy, I'm cryin' tears of pain, I'm cryin' tears of joy
They run down my face into a river that winds its way into your life Welcome little one, to this place of earth and stone Welcome little one, all blue eyes and innocence The world is so much colder than your own soft glance Chorus: Hey, it's a human race, hey, it's a brave new place Hey, now you're at the gate Welcome to the real world, there's so much to learn, welcome to the real world Welcome to the real world, there's so much to learn, welcome to the real world The past is a memory, the chains that were choking me I'm cryin' tears of pain, I'm cryin' tears of joy I see my freedom lying in my arms tonight (chorus) (Welcome to the real world) I know you'll find your way (There's so much to learn) in the real world (Welcome to the real world) (Solo) Welcome to the, welcome to the (there's so much to learn) Welcome to the (welcome to the real world) welcome, welcome (Welcome to the real world) |
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from The Way Way Back (더 웨이, 웨이 백) by Rob Simonsen [single, ost] (2013) | |||||
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from Djay D - Bring It (2016) |