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from The Gift (기프트) by Christopher Young [ost] (2001)
Lord I'd like to leave this town
Lord I'd like to leave this town But I guess I'll hang around But I guess I'll hang around Trouble is a lonesome town Trouble is a lonesome town Trouble is where I was born Yeah trouble is where I was born [harmonica] Trouble is a lonesome town Trouble is a lonesome town Trouble is where I was born Yeah trouble is where I was born Trouble Trouble |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Cowboy In Sweden (1970)
Four years down and twenty one to blow
Ten thousand more breakfasts to go Fourteen million seconds of living this way And I guess it's time I started to pray them bars away I wonder what you're doing since I don't see you none Are you still a doin' all them rotten things we done If you've got some spare time why don't you learn to pray Maybe you can help me to pray them bars away Remember old Red Barber we checked out last night He still hold them eighteen years it serves the devil's right He checked out in a casket he've been sixty two today I heard that he went crazy tryin' to pray them bars away Sometimes I miss the women and miss them all I do Sometimes I miss the whiskey and I miss the good times too Sometimes I miss my mama I saw her Christmas Day But I never miss a time to pray them bars away I'm told I should be thankful for everything I've got So thank you for the rock walls and the brave bulls thanks a lot And thank you for the good job and twenty cents a day Thank you for the break time to pray them bars away |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Cowboy In Sweden (1970)
Standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side
Waiting for a Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride Gonna go as far as 14 dollars will take a fool like me Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie Marie I'm standing on the corner feeling raindrops raise tears down my face Try and losers tears and knowing that I never should have run the race Never should have let her built a house of love, it's falling in on me Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie Marie I'm standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side Waiting for the Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Cowboy In Sweden (1970)
In the waking hours of some not too distant morning
You come walking barefoot to this cowl pulled mind Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper Whistling for a dog named kindness that you'll never find It's a cold, hard world love These are cold hard times These are cold hard times Standing in some narrow space you'll hear your mother crying For the thoughts she had and didn't use and now they're gone And your father is still out back he's selling and he's buying There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong It's a cold, hard world love These are cold hard times These are cold hard times I heard my brother died last week or was it just a rumor From an overdose of hate taken in his veins I heard the preachers said God must have a sense of humor 'cause when they put him in the grave it didn't even rain It's a cold, hard world love These are cold hard times These are cold hard times These are cold hard times |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Cowboy In Sweden (1970)
One night Johnny sang the truth to me
On a northbound train from Nashvile Tennessee Taught me all the letters in a lam Sang 'freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' Recieved your invitation to the war I sent it back so please don't send no more I'd rather rot in some jail all alone Singin' "freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' If I have to ride this train a hundred years And all I drink is my own tears I'll not kill for you or on my own Singin' 'freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' Government send politicians too There's lots of people feel the way we do A hundred million of us can't be wrong Singin' 'freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Cowboy In Sweden (1970)
We rode on trains with hunger and pain but we didn't cry
Easy and me and some other guy We hook some rides, stood side by side and watch cars go by Easy and me and some other guy The days and the nights we cared for each other The wrongs and the rights we shared with each other Then one day last week she kissed my cheek and whispered goodbye Then Easy walked on with some other guy |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
My baby cried all night long my baby cried all night long
She saw me dancin' with a girl named Flow A huggin' and a kissin' with the lights down low And my baby cried all night long Ah my baby cried all night long my baby cried all night long She saw me messin' with a girl named Sue And baby can't do what Sue can do And my baby cried all night long [ strings ] Last night I cried all night long (this is the sad part) Last night I cried oh yeah all night long I saw my baby out on the town Doin' all the things I done and Lord it brought me down And you can bet I cried all night long Last night I cried all night long And the moral of this story is that you shouldn't be caught messin' Where you shouldn't been messin' or you'll end up cryin' all night long And that's when I end up cryin' all night long Cause I was caught messin' where I shouldn't been messin' |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye
Give everyone a penny that cry You can throw all my tranquil' pills away Let my blood pressure go on its way For my autumn's done come My autumn's done come. Done come Let those 'I-don't-care-days' begin I'm tired of holdin' my stomach in No more slinky folk dollars for me I'll take Sears & Roebuck dollars gladly For my autumn's done come My autumn's done come. Done come Bring me water short and scotch tall A big long black cigar that ain't all Hang me a hammock between two big trees Leave me alone, damned! Let me do as I please For my autumn's done come My autumn's done come. Done come |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Female:
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Male: I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to. A song that I had only sang to just a few. She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time. And I will give to you summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time. And I will give to you summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Male: My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak. I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet. She reassured me with an unfamiliar line. And then she gave to me more summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time. And I will give to you summer wine. Mmm-mm summer wine. Male: When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes. My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size. She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime. And left me cravin' for more summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time. And I will give to you summer wine. Mmm-mm summer wine |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
I've seen the Golden Gate in San Francisco Bay
I've seen the Empire State and walked down ol' Broadway I've seen the northern lights in some Alaskan town Since I saw you with him I move I move around I've seen a movie star at Hollywood and Vine I've seen the Zanzibar and heard the Big Ben chime I've seen the Eiffel and I'd been in New Cape Town Since I saw you with him I move I move around [strings] I've seen a matador in Barcelona cry I've seen old Singapore the bridge on river Kwai I've seen the Mardi Gras and been in One Horse town Since I saw you with him I move I move around I move around I move around |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Stranger's arms reach out to me cause they know I'm so lonely
Then my mind goes back to you your sweet love sees me through Your sweet love sees me through [strings] Stranger's eyes see through me they know I need company Then I stop and think of you your sweet love sees me through Your sweet love sees me through [strings] Strangers take my loneliness tell me that they understand Until the death I'll think of you and your sweet love sees me through Your sweet love sees me through |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Male:
Young woman share your fire with me. My heart is cold, my soul is free. I am a stranger in your land. A wandering man, call me sand. Female: Oh sir my fire is very small. It will not warm thy heart at all. But thee may take me by the hand. Hold me and I'll call thee sand Male: Young woman share your fire with me. My heart is cold, my soul is free. I am a stranger in your land. A wandering man, call me sand. Female: At night when stars light up the sky. Oh sir I dream my fire is high. Oh taste these lips sir if you can. Wandering man, I call thee sand. Female: Oh sir my fire is burning high. If it should stop sir I would die. A shooting star has crossed my land. Wandering man. Male She whispered sand. Female: (Whispers) Sand. Male: Young woman shared her fire with me. Now warms herself with memory. I was a stranger in her land. A wandering man, she called me sand. Female: He was a stranger in my land. A wandering man. Male: She called me sand |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought that I could sing
But I can't no I can't Woke up Sunday morning and I thought I heard bells ring But they don't no they won't Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart Got a letter from my mama but she didn't send no cash Send no cash not a dime Got a letter from my sister and she's still writin' trash Writin' trash talked for the trash Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart I asked a man some questions and he told me just the truth Just the truth and I didn't believe him I asked a girl for lovin' and she walked in the phonebooth That ain't cool in the phonebooth Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart Met a girl in New York and she had a lotta class Lotta class tourist class Took the girl to LA but she said it wouldn't last Wouldn't last and it didn't Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Hey there Mr Bartender now have a little pitty on me
Time is rough and a fuss is tough and I'm where I'm not supposed to be I'll give you my watch for a fifth of Scotch If you don't make fun cause it don't run no better than I do after six Hey there Mr Bartender lots of things are botherin' me There's the hydrogen bomb in VietNam and I'm out of sigarettes since three I'll give you my stickpen for a pint of gin If you don't joke cause the diamond's broke And it don't shine no better than I do after six [acoustic guitar] Hey there Mr Bartender you better get a drip on me My pulse is slow when I'm about to go I need a little charity I'll give you my shoes for a glass of booze If you won't tell they don't smell no better than I do after six (Oh, bartender I'll do anything for you I'll pick my guitar Bartender you listen to me bartender) |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
I am a part of every road you walk down
And I am a part of every dream that you found. And when you cry I'll cry along with you And should you die I know that I'll die too. I am that part of everything that you do, Since I became a part of you, Since I became a part of you. I am a part of every hurt and every lie And I am a part of every tear that you cry. And when you're sad you know that I'm sad too And if you're bad then I'll be bad with you. I am that part of everything that you do, Since I became a part of you, Since I became a part of you |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
So you better get it off your mind Give you money I don't care take you with me anywhere Oh tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind It's somebody else for you to find Cast your tears into the sea don't waste your good tears on me Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind [ strings - horns ] Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind So you better move on down the line Told you so never lied love's a train I'll never ride Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind I told you so never lied love's a train I'll never ride Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind Not the lovin' kind not the lovin' kind |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
(Here's a little song about boots and a darlin' named Nancy)
You keep sayin' you got something for me something you call love but confess You've been messin' where you shouldn't been messin' (that's right) And now someone else is a gettin' all your best These boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you [bass] You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthen And you keep loosin' when you ought enough bad You keep samin' when you oughta be changin' Now what's right is right and you ain't been right yet (listen to me) These boots are made for walkin'... [horns] You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin' And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned Well I've just found me a brand new box of matches And what he knows you ain't that time to learn These boots are made for walkin'... |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
In a small village near La Paz Mexico lived a boy not so many years ago
And hunger was his enemy every day but he never begged the boy called Jose And every day he worked in the fields as he worked well And when the night came this boy slept where he fell And the earth was the only mother he ever knew some people say And she gave him strenght and he grew to be a man called Jose (Jose Jose) One Sunday afternoon this young man saw his first bullfight And his blood ran hot and he couldn't sleep that night And as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say Now you know why you were born Jose And he lived for one thing and nothing more he had to be the very best matador And when he killed his first bull one bright Sunday You could hear a lace a hundred miles for Jose (Jose Jose) And as his fame grew his fortune grew too but he gave much of this fortune Away Because he knew that other's fight is old enemy hunger every day And so many times he heard God bless you Jose And the years passed and Jose said I'll fight great bulls no more The younger men they better sooth it for The Sunday game with its blood and its death to pay You'll soon forget the matador Jose (Jose Jose) And the next morning we found him lying on the ground He didn't move he didn't make a sound And yet we heard from somewhere someone say Welcome home my little boy Jose (Jose Jose Jose Jose) |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
I know you're leavin' babe goodbye and so long
I hope someday somebody listens to your song Those bright lights never ever spell your name it's true Maybe a change it seem would be the best for you Ah so long babe so long babe so long babe so long babe so long babe I know you're leavin' babe goodbye and so long Pick up the pieces and go back where you belong You gave 'em all you had what did they give you They gave you nothin' babe so give 'em nothin' too ah so long babe [horns + strings] I know you're leavin' babe goodbye and so long You never made it babe I wonder what went wrong They never understood your songs here's what you do Just walk away and leave 'em let 'em come to you Ah so long babe so long babe so long babe so long babe so long babe |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
The hurt I hurt is nothing like the hurts I've hurt before
The things I feel do not feel like things I've felt before And the loneliness and the emptiness and the hopelessless are fine Because sometimes my cloudy brain remembers for one moment you were mine [strings] The pain that pains is not the pain that's pained my heart before The tears I tear are not the tears my eyes have teared before And the loneliness and the helplessness and the uselessness are fine Because some times my cloudy brain remembers for one moment you were mine |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
People used to bill and coo
But that don't make it with you Coz there's other things we do In our time, baby In our time, yeah In our time, baby In our time Girls were once suffragettes Now they're out takin' bets Smokin' filter cigarettes In our time, baby In our time In our time, baby In our time Holdin' hands in the Louvre Used to be such a groove Now some take trips and never move In our time, baby In our time In our time, baby In our time Mickey Mouse ain't no kid Since he read the Wizard of Id He's trying to figure out what he did In our time, baby In our time In our time, baby In our time Housewives dig rock 'n' roll If you're wrong you've got soul If you're twenty then you're old In our time, baby In our time In our time, baby Our own sweet time In our time, baby In our time In our time, baby In our time In our time, baby In our time, yeah In our time.... |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
I know you'll hurt me and it's such a crying shame
Cause when I'll die with my last breath I'll call your name I never thought you'd be so cruel Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool With every breath I take with every kiss I kiss With every tear I cry there goes my happiness I never thought you'd be so cruel Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool Well I can't live without you but I don't know what I'm gonna do about you I'm weak and the God knows who's to blame Well I love and want you near me but you never could seem me hear me You gonna mess around and drive me insane I cry and cry and cry you just walk away You lie and lie and lie and I come back to stay I never thought you'd be so cruel Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool [ horns ] Well I can't live without you... Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
This town, is a lonely town
Not the only town like this town This town, is a make-you town Or a break-you-town and bring-you-down town This town, is a quiet town For a riot town like this town This town, is a love-you town And a shove-you-down and push-you-'round town This town, well it's an all-right town For an uptight town, like this town This town, is a use-you town An abuse-you town until-you're-found town |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Them girls call me such and such
Them girls with society's touch A long blond hair and a money to spent Them girls did me in Them girls took the boys so fine Runned his world and warped his mind Them girls did that to me I let them Lord don't you see Them girls keep me out past eight Let me kiss 'em then reciprocate Them girls 'll be the death of me But if I gotta go I go gladly For them girls them girls Them girls do groovy things Them girls buy me golden rings Them girls made me live again And I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in Them girls took the boys so fine Runned his world and warped his mind Them girls did that to me I let them Lord don't you see Them girls show me things brand new A razamataz' and a hoopy-my-do Them girls 'll be the death of me But if I gotta go I go gladly For them girls them girls Them girls them girls Them girls them girls them Them girls |
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from Lee Hazlewood - These Boots Are Made For Walkin (2002)
Loneliness is all I understand
Happiness is in another land Tenderness is what I felt today When you touched my lonely hands And today was a day like I've never known before And your touch made me feel alone no more. When you touched my hands, you touched my hands My lonely hands And today was a day like I've never known before And your touch made me feel alone no more When you touched my hands, you touched my hands My lonely hands |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
In the beginning there was nothing
But it was kind of fun watching nothing grow You came walkin' into my life Carryin' your own dreams You could've been Yeah, you could've been good Then why were you so goddamn mean But till you I never had any fun But I'm sure glad I never Ain't you glad I never Be glad I never owned a gun |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
Male:
Some velvet morning when I'm straight. I'm gonna open up your gate. And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra and how she gave me life and how she made it in. Some velvet morning when I'm straight. Female: Flowers growing on the hill. Dragonflies and daffodils. Learn from us very much. Look at us but do not touch. Phaedra is my name. Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight. I'm gonna open up your gate. And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra and how she gave me life and how she made it in. Some velvet morning when I'm straight. Female: Flowers are the things we knew. Secrets are the things we grew. Learn from us very much. Look at us but do not touch. Phaedra is my name. Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight. Female: Flowers growing on the hill. Male: I'm gonna open up your gate. Female: Dragonflies and daffodils. Male: And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra Female: Learn from us very much. Male: And how she gave me life. Female: Look at us but do not touch. Male: and how she made it in. |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
Workin' on the railroad all day long
Workin' on the railroad sing this song Sing about an old love I once knew Sing about an old love maybe two Workin' on the railroad Workin' on the railroad Work...work...workin' on the...railroad I drove a hot steel in my time I drink a lot of stuff they call moonshine I got me a woman in every town Workin' on the railroad, never settle down Workin' on the railroad Workin' on the railroad Work...work...workin' on the...railroad I draw my pay on a Saturday night Go in town and had start a fight Love me a woman a laugh and a joke Workin' on the railroad, always abroke Workin' on the railroad Workin' on the railroad Work...work...workin' on the... railroad When I die and you bury me Alongside the tracks where I wanna be Don't you cry friend just remember this There ain't much you all 'body miss Workin' on the railroad Workin' on the railroad Work...work...workin' on the...railroad |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
One night Johnny sang the truth to me
On a northbound train from Nashvile Tennessee Taught me all the letters in a lam Sang 'freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' Recieved your invitation to the war I sent it back so please don't send no more I'd rather rot in some jail all alone Singin' "freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' If I have to ride this train a hundred years And all I drink is my own tears I'll not kill for you or on my own Singin' 'freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' Government send politicians too There's lots of people feel the way we do A hundred million of us can't be wrong Singin' 'freedom is where you think it is But there ain't no train to Stockholm' |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye
Give everyone a penny that cry You can throw all my tranquil' pills away Let my blood pressure go on its way For my autumn's done come My autumn's done come. Done come Let those 'I-don't-care-days' begin I'm tired of holdin' my stomach in No more slinky folk dollars for me I'll take Sears & Roebuck dollars gladly For my autumn's done come My autumn's done come. Done come Bring me water short and scotch tall A big long black cigar that ain't all Hang me a hammock between two big trees Leave me alone, damned! Let me do as I please For my autumn's done come My autumn's done come. Done come |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
Male:
Young woman share your fire with me. My heart is cold, my soul is free. I am a stranger in your land. A wandering man, call me sand. Female: Oh sir my fire is very small. It will not warm thy heart at all. But thee may take me by the hand. Hold me and I'll call thee sand Male: Young woman share your fire with me. My heart is cold, my soul is free. I am a stranger in your land. A wandering man, call me sand. Female: At night when stars light up the sky. Oh sir I dream my fire is high. Oh taste these lips sir if you can. Wandering man, I call thee sand. Female: Oh sir my fire is burning high. If it should stop sir I would die. A shooting star has crossed my land. Wandering man. Male She whispered sand. Female: (Whispers) Sand. Male: Young woman shared her fire with me. Now warms herself with memory. I was a stranger in her land. A wandering man, she called me sand. Female: He was a stranger in my land. A wandering man. Male: She called me sand |
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from Lee Hazlewood - Total Lee! The Songs Of Lee Hazlewood (2005)
Female:
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Male: I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to. A song that I had only sang to just a few. She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time. And I will give to you summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time. And I will give to you summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Male: My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak. I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet. She reassured me with an unfamiliar line. And then she gave to me more summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time. And I will give to you summer wine. Mmm-mm summer wine. Male: When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes. My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size. She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime. And left me cravin' for more summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time. And I will give to you summer wine. Mmm-mm summer wine |
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from Lee Hazlewood - "Poet, Fool Or Bum/Back On The Street Again" (2004)
She came running down the highway, naked as the sun
Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see? A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come Laughing like some virgin's daughter, said she run for run. Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we're free A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me Interlude with humming: Lee says something here I can't understand Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may. Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new. Take them, said she, to the children, they'll know what to do. Soon their games of madness will become reality A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me Said she'd take me to the morning rains my soul's on fire I said morning rains I've heard will wash away desire She grew angry wings and left in circled finity A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me No.....I'm only me No.....I'm only me |
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from Lee Hazlewood - "Poet, Fool Or Bum/Back On The Street Again" (2004)
Heaven is my woman's love
Gently rising with the sun She gives me cause to face the day And brings me joy when day is done Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is the way I live She gives me all the love she can And then somehow finds more to give And when I see her in the mornin' light I feel the same as in the dark of night She is my everything and I'm proud of The heaven of my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Gently reaching out for me All she wants is what I am Searchin' not for what I'll be Heaven is my woman's love Happiness is what she gives As long as she's with me I'll find Heaven every day I live And when I see her in the mornin' light I feel the same as in the dark of night She is my everything and I'm proud of The heaven of my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my… |
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from Lee Hazlewood - "Poet, Fool Or Bum/Back On The Street Again" (2004)
Oh Kari I'm coming home
Oh Kari I'm coming home Gatorade and lemonade And lying naked in the shade Pretending that I got it made by than Sniff and stuff and dip and snuff Till I think I have enough And then I gonna get up if I can Oh Kari I'm coming home Oh Kari I'm coming home The sky is green and in between Somebody says the water's clean But I bet's just a dream by The President is popping pilles And paying all the old folks' bills And wearing a silver spoon around his neck Oh Kari I'm coming home Oh Kari I'm coming home An evil eye from the FBI Came walking by and caught my eye And I told him carefully buddy I am James Bond (don't show) He caught my bluff and took my stuff And hit me till he'd had enough And took me to a place I'm not fond of Oh Kari I won't be home Oh Kari I won't be home |
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from Lee Hazlewood - "Poet, Fool Or Bum/Back On The Street Again" (2004)
She'll be thirty two in July
And she's only known one man A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye Sometimes he sold pots and pans He came to her house late one summer When she was ripe and twenty two He stayed awhile with her that summer And if he left we never knew And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly She hasn't spoken since that summer Her hair has turned a silver grey Her eyes turned yellow like the roses She weeds and waters everyday And people come to buy the roses But sell them one she will not do She sits there in her six foot garden And counts the roses two-by-two And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly One day a man came by to see her He said he was Hawkeye's best friend He wondered had she'd seen old Hawkeye Her yellows eyes smiled up at him She turned and walked down to her garden And picked two roses of her choice And when she gave them to the stranger He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly |
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from Stoker - Clint Mansell (스토커) by Clint Mansell [ost] (2013) | |||||
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from What Just Happened? (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (할리우드 폭로전) by Marcelo Zarvos [ost] (2018) | |||||
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from Agnes Obel - Late Night Tales: Agnes Obel (2018) |