Today love finds off little
You see your singing is so vague
His joined her love so little
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
So many stars take care of me
Take care of those they love
My love has done right
Love me so, love little
So you see now the sun is out
Love will accieve no ends
I can’t be fickle, oh that I find
So many stars take care of me
Take care of those they love
Our love has done right
They know where they like it
All of love flow ’round of me
Strain and love me
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
They know whether I come
(We flow and we fall)
I love for mine
(We fall down)
Strain and love me
(These stars that love)
So many stars take care of me
(We flow and we flow)
All of love flow ’round me
(Our love comes down)
Our love comes down
(These stars I love)
They know whether I come
(We flow and we fall)
Full of love fall down
(Our love comes down)
Strain and love me
Category: Songs and Music Share
#songshare – Glimpse of Us
#songshare – Way Maker
#songshare – Frontier Psychiatrist
Frontier Psychiatrist by The Avalanches
Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill
Is Dexter ill today, Mr Kirk, Dexter’s in school
I’m afraid he’s not, Miss Fishborne
Dexter’s truancy problem is way out of hand
The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel
Dexter from the entire public school system
Oh Mr Kirk, I’m as upset as you to learn of Dexter’s truancy
But surely, expulsion is not the answer!
I’m afraid expulsion is the only answer
It’s the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane
That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic,
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch! What does that mean?
You’re a nut! You’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Play the kazoo, let’s have it tune
On the count of three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth
Avalanches is above, business continues below
Did I ever tell you the story about
Cowboys! Bit , bit bitches and the indians and, Fron, Frontier Psychiatrist
I, I felt strangely hypnotised
I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls
And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball
And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin
I promise my girlfriend I’d, the violin, violin, violin
Frontier Psychiatrist
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch, what does that mean?
You’re a nut! You’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let’s have a tune
Now when I count three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth
Frontier Psychiatrist
Can you think of anything else that talks, other than a person?
Uh ohh, uh oh, a bird! Yeah!
Sometimes a parrot talks
Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!
Yes, some birds are funny when they talk
Can you think of anything else
A record, record, record !
#songshare – Sugar Hiccup
#songshare – Jealous Guy
#songshare – September Song
#songshare – Ikanaide
#songshare – Listen to Mum Talk About the Past
The moon walks through the white lotus-like clouds.
The evening wind blew bursts of happy singing.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
At that time, my mother had no land.
All life is in two hands.
Sweat flows in the fiery fields of the landlord,
Mother ate wild vegetables and bran.
Howling like a winter blizzard,
My mother was wearing tattered single clothes,
She went to sew a fox fur robe for the landlord,
Cold and hungry and falling on the snow…
After so many hard years,
Mum was looking forward to today’s good life.
The moon walks through the white lotus-like clouds,
The evening wind blew bursts of happy singing.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
#songshare – Peggy Gordon (to Ash)
Peggy Gordon – Sinéad O’Connor
O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee
I’m so in love that I can’t deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it’s not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest
I put my head to a glass of brandy
It was my fancy I do declare
For when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here, mm
I wished I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
Where the little birds sang on the branches
And every moment a different sound
O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee