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| Weakness In Me - Joan Armatrading I'm not the sort of person who falls In and quickly out of love But to you I gave my affection Right from the start. I have a lover who loves me: How could I break such a heart? Yet still you gained my attention. Why do you come here When you know I've got troubles enough? Why do you call me When you know I can't answer the phone? Make me lie, when I don't want to And make someone else some kind of an unknowin' fool You make me stare, when I should not Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me? Why do you come here And pretend to be just passing by? But I need to see you, And I mean to hold you Tightly. Feeling guilty, worried, Waking from tormented sleep This old love has me bound But this new love cuts deep. If I choose now, I'll lose out One of you has to fall But I need you, and you. Why do you come here When you know I've got troubles enough? Why do you call me When you know I can't answer the phone? Make me lie, when I don't want to And make someone else some kind of an unknowin' fool You make me stare, when I should not Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me? Why do you come here And pretend to be just passing by? But I need to see you, And I mean to hold you Tightly. What Do You Hear In These Sounds - Dar Williams I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak I go and I find the one and only answer every week And it's just me and all the memories to follow Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something, But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself... And she says What do you hear in these sounds? What do you hear in these sounds? I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving And she says "Oh," I say, "What?" she says, "Exactly," I say, "What, you think I'm angry Does that mean you think I'm angry?" She says "Look, you come here every week With jigsaw pieces of your past Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map So tell me, where does the arrow point to? Who invented roses?" and... What do you hear in these sounds? What do you hear in these sounds? And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink But oh how I loved everybody else When I finally got to talk so much about myself... And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in And I say well I'm lucky, 'cause I am like East Berlin I had this wall and what I knew of the free world Was that I could see their fireworks And I could hear their radio And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing And they'd know that I was scared They'd would know that I was guessing But the wall came down and there they stood before me With their stumbling and their mumbling And their calling out just like me, and... The stories that nobody hears, and... I collect these sounds in my ears, and... That's what I hear in these sounds, and... That's what I hear in these, That's what I hear in these sounds. |
| The Welly Boot Song - Billy Connelly (to the tune of "The Weavers") If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be You'd be in the hospital or infirmary 'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy If you didn't have your feet in your wellies Oh wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell 'Cause they keep out the water and they keep in the smell And when you're sitting in a room you can always tell When some bugger takes off his wellies If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be You'd be in the hospital or infirmary 'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy If you didn't have your feet in your wellies Oh and when you're out walking in the country with a bird And you're strolling over fields just like a farmer's herd And somebody shouts, "Keep off the grass" and you think how absurd and SQUELCH you find why farmers all wear wellies If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be You'd be in the hospital or infirmary 'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy If you didn't have your feet in your wellies There's fishermen and firemen, there's farmers and all Men out digging ditches and working in the snow This country it would grind to a halt and not a thing would grow If it wasn't for the workers in their wellies If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be You'd be in the hospital or infirmary 'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy If you didn't have you're feet in your wellies Oh Edward Heath and Wilson they haven't made a hit They're ruining this country more than just a bit If they keep on the way they're going we'll all be in the (shhhhh) So you'd better get your feet in your wellies If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be You'd be in the hospital or infirmary 'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy If you didn't have you're feet in your wellies Where Were You - Alan Jackson Where were you when the world stopped turnin' that September day? Out in the yard with your wife and children; Or working on some stage in L.A.? Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke Rising against that blue sky? Did you shout out in anger in fear for your neighbor Or did you just sit down and cry? Did you weep for the children that lost their dear loved ones? Did you pray for the ones who don't know? Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble and sob for the ones left below? Did you burst out in pride for the red white and blue And the heroes who died just doin' what they do? Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer? And look at yourself for what really matters? (Chorus) I'm just a singer of simple songs; I'm not a real political man I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us And the greatest is Love. Where were you when the world stopped turning That September day? Teaching a class full of innocent children; Driving down some cold interstate? Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor in a crowded room did you feel alone? Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her? Did you dust off that bible at home? Did you open your eyes hope it never happened; And close your eyes and not go to sleep? Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages; Or speak to some stranger on the street? Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow; Go out and buy you a gun? Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin' And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns? Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers? Stand in line and give your own blood? Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family Thank God you had somebody to love? (Chorus) I'm just a singer of simple songs; I'm not a real political man I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us And the greatest is Love. I'm just a singer of simple songs; I'm not a real political man I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us And the greatest is Love. And the greatest is Love. And the greatest is Love. Where were you when the world stopped turnin' that September day? |