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Pulp - Babies

Well it happened years ago,
when you lived on Stanhope Road.
We listened to your sister,
when she came home from school,
cos she was two years older,
and she had boys in her room.
We listened outside and heard her.
Alright.
Well that was alright for a while,
but soon I wanted more.
I want to see as well as hear,
and so I hid inside her wardrobe.
And she came round four,
and she was with some kid called David,
from the garage up the road.
I listened outside I heard her.
Alright.

Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.

When I saw you next day,
I really couldn’t tell,
cos you might go and tell your mother.
And so you went with Neve,
and Neve was coming on,
and I thought I heard you laughing,
when his Mum and Dad were gone.
I listened outside, I heard you.
Alright.

Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.

Well I guess it couldn’t last too long.
I came home one day,
and all her things were gone,
I fell asleep inside.
I never heard her come.
And then she opened up her wardrobe,
and I had to get it on.
Oh, listen
we were on the bed when you came home,
I heard you stop outside the door.
I know you won’t believe it’s true,
I only went with her ‘cos she looks like you.
Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.

Discografía dels Pulp

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Morphine - The Night

You’re the night, Lilah
a little girl lost in the woods
you’re a folktale
the unexplainable
you’re a bedtime story
the one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you’re waiting for me
cause I can’t make it on my own
I can’t make it on my own

it’s too dark to see the landmarks
and I don’t want your good luck charms
I hope you’re waiting for me
across your carpet of stars
you’re the night, Lilah
you’re everything that we can’t see
Lilah
you’re the possibility

you’re the bedtime story
the one that keeps the curtains closed
and I hope you’re waiting for me
cause I can’t make it on my own
I can’t make it on my own

sweet-ass sax solo

unknown the unlit world of old
you’re the sounds I’ve never heard before
off the map where the wild things grow
another world outside my door
here I stand I’m all alone
driving down the pitch black road
Lilah you’re my only home
and I can’t make it on my own

you’re a bedtime story
the one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you’re waiting for me
cause I can’t make it on my own
I can’t make it on my own

Més informació al voltant de Morphine, açí…

Si vols el disc…doncs punxa açí…part1 part2

Un dels millors Lp’s en directe de la història…….

Donny Hathaway - Live (1972)

Més informació:

Donny Hathaway a la Wiki.

Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts

Every night I cry
Every night I sigh
Every night I wonder why
You treat me cold
Yet you won’t let me go

Every little hurt counts
Every little hurt counts

You say you’re coming home
Yet you never phone
Leave me all alone
My love is strong for you
I’d do wrong for you

I can’t take this
Loneliness you’ve given me
I can’t go on
Giving my life away

Oh, come back to me
Darling, you’ll see
I can give you all the
Things that you wanted before
If you will stay with me, yeah

Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts

To you, I’m a toy
And you’re the boy
Who has to say
When I should play
Yet you hurt me, desert me

Come back to me
Darling, you’ll see
I can give you all the
Things that you wanted before
If you will stay with me, yeah

Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts

Brenda Holloway  “Every little bit hurts” (1964)

The Specials - Gansters (1979)

Bernie Rhodes knows Don’t Argue

Why must you record my phone calls?
Are you planning a bootleg LP?
Said you’ve been threatened by gangsters
Now it’s you, that’s threatening me

Can’t fight corruption with con tricks
They use the law to commit crime
And I dread, dread to think what the future will bring
When we’re living in gangster time

Don’t call me scar face

Can’t interrupt while I’m talking
Or they’ll confiscate all your guitars
and catch 22 says if I sing the truth
they won’t make me an overnight star

Don’t offer us legal protection
They use the law to commit crime
I dread to think what the future will bring
When we’re living in gangster time

Bernie Rhodes knows Don’t Argue

The Specials

“Heatwave” (1963)

Whenever I’m with you
Something inside starts burning
and my heart’s filled with fire

Stop this - it’s got a hold on me
I said this ain’t the way it’s supposed to be

It’s like a heatwave burning in my heart
I can’t keep from crying
Tearing me apart

Whenever he calls my name
Sounds so soft sweet and plain
Right then, right there
I feel this burning pain
This high blood pressure’s got a hold on me
I said this ain’t the way love’s supposed to be

It’s like a heatwave burning in my heart
I can’t keep from crying
Tearing me apart

Whenever I’m with you
Something inside starts burning
And my hearts filled with fire

Something’s got me amazed
Don’t know what to do
My head’s in a haze

It’s like a heatwave burning in my heart
I can’t keep from crying
Tearing me apart

Martha & The Vandellas - Hits & Rarities

High tide - mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing - where you’re blowing
Getting to where you should be going.
Don’t let them get you down
Making you feel guilty about
Golden rain bring you riches
All the good things - you deserve now.

Climbing forever trying
Find your way out - of the wild wild wood
Now theres no justice
There’s only yourself - that you can trust in
And I said - high tide mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing - just where you’re blowing
Getting to where you should be going.

Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel - all the dreams that say
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things - you deserve now - and I say
Climbing forever trying
Find your way out - of the wild wild wood

Paul Weller - Wild Wood (1993)