Angelique Kidjo trifft Talking Heads – Born Under Punches

Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands
The hand speaks, the hand of a government man
Well I’m a tumbler born under punches, I’m so thin

All I want is to breathe
(I’m too thin)
Won’t you breathe with me?
Find a little space, so we move in-between
(In-between it)
And keep one step ahead, of yourself

Don’t you miss it, don’t you miss it
Some of you people just about missed it
Last time to make plans
And I’m a tumbler, I’m a government man

Never seen anything like that before
Falling bodies tumble ‚cross the floor
(Well I’m a tumbler)
When you get to where you wanna be
(Thank you! Thank you!)
When you get to where you wanna be
(Well, don’t even mention it)

Oh, take a look at these hands, they’re passing in-between us
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands, you don’t have to mention it
No thanks, I’m a government man

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on
And the heat goes on and the heat goes on
And the heat goes on where the hand has been
And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on
(I got time)
And the heat goes on
And the heat goes on and the heat goes on
And the heat goes on, where the hand has been
And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

I’m not a drowning man
And I’m not a burning building! I’m a tumbler
Drowning cannot hurt a man
Fire cannot hurt a man, not the government man

All I want is to breathe
(Thank you, thank you)
Won’t you breathe with me?
Find a little space so we move in-between
(I’m so thin)
And keep one step ahead of yourself
(I’m catching up with myself)

All I want is to breathe
Won’t you breathe with me?
(Hands of a government man)
Find a little space so we move in-between
And keep one step ahead of yourself
(Don’t you miss it! Don’t you miss it!)

All I want is to breathe
Won’t you breathe with me?

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Graham Coxon – Walking All Day

Walkin‘ all day with my mouth on fire, tryin‘ to get talkin‘ to you
Walkin‘ all day with my mouth on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Tryin‘ to get talkin‘ to you
Walkin‘ all day with my feet on fire, tryin‘ to get closer to you
Walkin‘ all day with my feet on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Tryin‘ to get closer to you
Walkin‘ all day with my mind on fire, I can’t stop thinking of you
Walkin‘ all day with my mind on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
I can’t stop thinkin‘ of you

Walkin‘ all day with my hands on fire, wanna get to touch you
Walkin‘ all day with my hands on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Wanna get to touch you
Walkin‘ all day with my heart on fire, falling in love with you
Walkin‘ all day with my heart on fire, that’s what I’ve gotta do
Falling in love with you
Imagine me
Make me happy
Talk to me
It’s so crappy
Ignore me
I’m being sappy, over me
What’s this power?
Gonna tell you once more


Zooey Deschanel & Joseph Gordon-Levitt – What Are You Doing New Years Eve?

Maybe it’s much too early in the game
Oh, but I thought I’d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s eve?

Who’s gonna be the one to hold you tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock at night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year’s eve

Maybe I’m crazy to suppose
I’d ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You’d receive

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s Eve?

What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s?


King N’Gom et les Perles Noires – Viva Marvillas

 

Die Bedeutung und die Lyrics dieses Liedes bleiben mir leider verwehrt.
Trotzdem schön. Wenn einer weiss worum es geht, postet es bitte.

Danke und liebe Grüße die Steff


Damien Rice – 9 Crimes

 

Leave me out with the waste
this is not what I do
it’s the wrong kind of place
to be thinking of you
it’s the wrong time
for somebody new
it’s a small crime
and I’ve got no excuse
Refrain:

is that alright? (yeah)
I give my gun away when it’s loaded
is that alright? (yeah)
if you don’t shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?
is that alright? (yeah)
I give my gun away when it’s loaded
is that alright… with you ?

leave me out with the waste
this is not what I do
it’s the wrong kind of place
to be cheating on you
it’s the wrong time
she’s pulling me through
it’s a small crime
and I’ve got no excuse

Refrain: [2x]
is that alright? (yeah)
I give my gun away when it’s loaded (is that alright? yeah)
is that alright? (yeah)
if you don’t shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? (is that alright? yeah)
is that alright? (yeah)
I give my gun away when it’s loaded (is that alright? yeah)
is that alright;
is that alright with you ?
is that alright? (yeah) [3x]
is that alright
is that alright
is that alright with you ? (no)


LP – Fighting With Myself [Live]

 

The battle has just begun
You tell me I’m not the only one
Cuz he’s been loving you
And you are all carried away

But baby I can’t pretend
I’m tellin‘ you this shit has to end
What are you running to
Don’t you make me play this game

Hey you’re killin‘ me
Woah it’s hitting me
Every time you go
It’s bringing me low
Stop bringin‘ me low

You know you’re not makin‘ sense
No baby don’t keep me on the fence
Cuz I’m in love with you
Just in case you didn’t know

Lost in a state of
Imagination

Fighting with myself
Me and no one else
And I can’t win the war
I can’t win the war

Fighting with myself
Burning in my hell
And I been here before
I been here before

Oh oh oh
How can you look into my eyes and be so
Cold
Don’t wanna be alive if I can’t
Hold
You like this anymore
Hope I live to tell

Fighting with myself

A knife goes through a heart
A look, a kiss, a spark
Everyone knows the tune
But they hope it never plays

Say you wanna be
Holdin‘ on to me
Beggin‘ u baby, please
Don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me alone

Lost in a state of
Imagination

Fighting with myself
Me and no one else
And I can’t win the war
I can’t win the war

Fighting with myself
Burning in my hell
And I been here before
I been here before

Oh oh oh
How can you look into my eyes and be so
Cold
Don’t wanna be alive if I can’t
Hold
You like this anymore
Hope I live to tell

Fighting with myself
Fighting with myself
Fighting with myself

Woah oh woah oh
I been through this before
And I know know
That I can’t win the war

Woah oh woah oh
I been through this before
And I know know
That I can’t win the war

Oh oh oh
How can you look into my eyes and be so
Cold
Don’t wanna be alive if I can’t
Hold
You like this anymore
Hope I live to tell

Fighting with myself
Fighting with myself
Fighting with myself


Willow Smith – Boy

Sehr schöne Streicher – Sätze. Ungewöhnlich – gut!


Hey mom, I met a boy
He plays guitar
He likes Quentin Tarantino
And really sad songs

Anxiety attacks when he wakes up in the morning
And I can’t help the thought he thinks I’m boring
‚Cause I come from a cluster of super bright stars
And probably to him it feels scary to reach that far
But down on Earth there’s so much pain
But way up here we explore galaxies

Hey mom, I met a boy
He’s super sad
But I think that I love him
Is that bad?
Anxiety attacks when I wake up in the morning
Dude, how come? This is wack
Is love just torment?
But they say life has a silver lining
And I say I will find it my way

‚Cause down on Earth theres so much pain
And way up here there’s galaxies

Hey God, are you there? I need to talk
I feeling love is here and then is not
We hysterically cry when we wake up in the morning
Could you please tell us why life feels like torment?


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