Fear Is Not My Guide – Demon Hunter
Category: Songs and Music Share
#songshare – Girlfriend
Don’t tell me to stop crying
Please just hold me while i do
Soothe me with your silence
And just cradle me to you
Don’t push me for my reasons
Or expect me to explain
How can i in five minutes shift
A lifetime’s hidden pain
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me… hold me… hold me
I went to see a psychic and
I paid for good advice
He said “forget a romance
‘Til you’ve sorted out your life.”
Be your own mother and your father
And your sister and brother
And even try to crack the art
Of being your own lover…
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me… hold me… hold me
In my darkest hour you’d be mine
These wildest dreams
Are no crime or are they, girlfriend?
Coming from a place of need
Not one of abundance
You see he told me, girlfriend
Don’t tell me to stop crying
Please just hold me while i do
Soothe me with your silence
And just cradle me to you
Don’t push me for my reasons
Or expect me to explain
How come i say i’m happy
To be on my own again?
Don? t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
Don? t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
You don’t have to tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me… hold me… hold me
#musicshare – Butterfly Lovers
#songshare – Blinded
If you like drumming…
Have you ever been blinded by the pain?
Blinded, blinded by the pain
Unwilling to see, senseless
So blinded by selfishness
Only focusing on myself
And ignoring anyone else
Becoming driven by despair
Feeling trapped into a corner
Losing more and more of reality
Perceiving all the hurt only one-sidedly
Have you ever been blinded by the pain?
Losing yourself inside the heartache
Losing yourself
Feeling too powerless to change
Stuck and unable to escape
Incapable to see another way
I need someone to shake me, to wake me
I don't even need full clarity
Just to start the shift from blind to blurry
Have you ever been blinded by the pain?
Losing yourself inside the heartache
And does that mean we cannot change?
Or will we always be seen that way?
Will we always be seen that way?
And does that really mean we have not changed?
Or does it only mean
The truth is not in how we're seen?
But in the actions that we're now determined to take
Revealing the new path we chose to mend the heartache
Was it a pattern or a disastrous mistake?
Is the truth in what you see or what I say?
Have you ever been blinded by the pain?
Losing yourself inside the heartache
And does that mean we cannot change?
Or will we always be seen that way?
Be seen that way?
Blinded by pain? (blinded by the pain)
And does that really mean we have not changed?
#Musicshare – Bluebird
# songshare – Gurrumul History (I Was Born Blind)
Gurrumul History – Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu
Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu, Sydney Symphony Orchestra
I was born blind, and I don’t know why
God knows why, because he love me so
As I grew up, my spirit knew
Then I learnt to read the world of destruction
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we’ll stand, in solidarity
Ŋarranydja dhuwala Batumaŋ
ŋarranydja dhuwala Djarrami
ŋarranydja dhuwala Djeŋarra’
ŋarranydja dhuwala Gurrumulŋa
M.m
I heard my mama, and my papa
Crying their hearts in confusion
How can I walk? Straight and tall
In society please hold my hand
Trying to bridge and build Yolŋu culture
I’ve been to New York
I’ve been to LA
I’ve been to London
ŋarranydja Gurrumul
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we’ll stand, in solidarity
Ŋarranydja dhuwala Barrupa
ŋarranydja dhuwala Dhukuḻuḻ
ŋarranydja dhuwala Maralitja
ŋarranydja dhuwala Ŋunbuŋunbu
Y.e, wo wäŋawu Garrapala
Dhamutjpirr, Dhamuŋura
I am Batumaŋ (ancestor)
I am Djarrami (ancestor)
I am Djeŋarra’
I am Gurrumulŋa (ancestor)
M.m
I am Gurrumul
I am Barrupa (my ḻikan)
I am Dhukuḻuḻ (my ḻikan)
I am Maralitja (my ḻikan)
I am Ŋunbuŋunbu (my ancestor)
Y.e wo of the country Garrapala
Dhamutjpirr, Dhamuŋura
#songshare – Bayini
#songshare – Santa Monica Dream
Santa Monica Dream – Angus and Julia Stone
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we’ll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we’ll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don’t
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don’t
Rob’s in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t want to know
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t want to know
I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind
#songshare – She’s in Fashion
She’s the face on the radio
She’s the body on the morning show
And she’s there shaking it out on the scene
And she’s the colour of a magazine
She’s the body on the morning show
And she’s there shaking it out on the scene
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She’s employed where the sun don’t sets
And she’s the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the shake of a tambourine
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the shake of a tambourine
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my love
Ah-ah
And if she tells you you should know
Then you should know, my love
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my love
Ah-ah
And if she tells you you should know
Then you should know, my love
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she’s the taste of the gasoline
And she’s as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the taste of the gasoline
And she’s as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunsine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunsine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
#songshare – If I Have Not Love
If I Have Not Love – Matt Redman
Jesus, I could sing
In the tongues of men and angels
But if I have not love
I am just a clanging cymbal, and empty sound
Jesus, I could sing
In the tongues of men and angels
But if I have not love
I am just a clanging cymbal, and empty sound
This is a love song
This is a love song
Jesus, a love song to You
A song of devotion, a reverent passion
Savior, a love song to You
Jesus, I could pray
With a faith that moves a mountain
But if I have not love
It is just a noise resounding, an empty sound
Jesus, I could pray
With a faith that moves a mountain
But if I have not love
It is just a noise resounding, an empty sound
This is a love song
This is a love song
Jesus, a love song to You
A song of devotion, a reverent passion
Savior, a love song to You
This is a love song
This is a love song
Jesus, a love song to You
A song of devotion, a reverent passion
Savior, a love song to You
This is a love song to You
Hear our devotion
This is a love song
This is a love song
Jesus, a love song to You
A song of devotion, a reverent passion
Savior, a love song to You
It’s the overflow of hearts
As we gaze upon Your beauty
A reflection of Your worth
For we’ve seen a glimpse of You in Your glory, Lord
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