Track 12

by Soul Asylum

Kad je ćaća konja prod'o svi smo plakali
Ni on nije suze svoje mog'o sakriti
Mati je kod večere dugo molila
K'o da je sa našim vrancem sreća prodana
Bio sam još mali, al' sve sam shvatio
Brat se je u školu u grad spremao
Baka je uz petrolejku džemper isplela
Znao sam da onaj stari, sad ću nosit ja
Al' 'ko će sada našeg vranca šorom jahati
'Ko li će ga sad na kirvaj cvijećem kititi
Ako ga na sajmu otac prisretne
Star je pa se bojim da mu srce ne pukne
Te se noći nikom od nas nije spavalo
Otac je sa bratom dugo razgovarao
Mati mu je stvari sve u kofer spremila
Jabuke i kruh što je u crkvi svetila

Track 12

by Boyz ii men

[Did you ever feel the pain
That he felt upon the cross
Did you ever feel the knife
Tearing flesh that's oh so soft
Did you ever touch the night
Did you ever count the cost
Do you hide away the fear
Put down paradise as lost
Yeah you're blinded by rainbows
Watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it
Did you ever feel the blast
As the semtex bomb goes off
Do you ever hear the screams
As the limbs are all torn off
Did you ever kiss the child
Who just saw his father shot
Do you ever she'd a tear
As the war drags on and on
Do you ever touch the night
Or is it just another job
Do you feel the final hours
Put down paradise as lost
Yeah you're blinded by rainbows
And faces in windows
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it
Do you ever fear the night
Could it be the war is lost
Do you fear the final hour
Do you kneel before the cross
Youre blinded by rainbows
And watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you scream at night
Do you smell of fear
Is your conscience clear
Are you caked in sweat
Are your clothes all wet
Do you see the light
Is the end in sight
See the face of christ
Enter paradise
I doubt it

Track 12

by טיפקס

There you were freaking out,
Trying to get your head around the fact that me and you and love is dead
See how I'm trippin' out
'Cos you can't decide what you really want from me
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
There you were shouting out
Cranking up your altercations, getting upset in your desperation
Screaming and hollering
How could this love become so paper thin?
You're playing so hard to get
You're making me sweat just to hold your attention
I can't give you nothing more
If you ain't givin' nothing to me
Don't you know that
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
Seems like you're stepping on the pieces
Of my broken shell
'Cos you make me love you, love you
With a Little L, you know
That's the way you make me love you, yeah
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L
Why does it have to be like this?
I can never tell
You make me love you, love you baby
With a Little L

Track 12

by Late Of The Pier

Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer
To a question I can't ask
I don't know which way the feather falls
Or if i should blow it to the left
Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
So Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
Ah ah ah ah ah.....
You can take me away
Oooohhh

Track 12

by Late Of The Pier

Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer
To a question I can't ask
I don't know which way the feather falls
Or if i should blow it to the left
Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
So Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
Ah ah ah ah ah.....
You can take me away
Oooohhh

Track 12

by ELVIS PRESLEY

When all the lights have faded
The encore's come and gone
And I can't take this no more
Well I can't keep pretending
I just can't play the part
I need the solace of her shore
I need the solace of her shore
Coeur d'Alene is calling out
And it won't be long
Coeur d'Alene I'm coming now
Where I still belong
I look into the mirror
I don't know who I am
The lives are torn apart
I still long for the simple
I'm just a common man
And with this aching heart
Coeur d'Alene is calling out
And it won't be long
Coeur d'Alene I'm coming now
Where I still belong
Safe at last in your arms
I'm safe at last in your arms
Coeur d'Alene is calling out
Where the waters calm
Coeur d'Alene I'm coming now
And it won't be long

Track 12

by Symphorce

However much i push it down
it's never enough
however much i push it around
it's never enough
however much i make it out
it's never enough
never enough
however much i do
however big i ever feel
it's never enough
whatever i do to make it real
it's never enough
in any way i try to speak
it's never enough
never enough
however much i try to speak
it's never enough
however much i'm falling down
it's never enough
however much i'm falling out
it's never enough
whatever smile i smile the most
it's never enough
never enough
however i smile
i smile the most
so let me hold it up
just one more go
holding it up for just once more
one more time to fill it up
one more time to kill
but whatever i do
it's never enough
it's never enough
it's never enough

Track 12

by Frost

If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
I've got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms
You come hem you've had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
I'm right here I'll be right here
I'll embrace you
I'll be open with my heart
I'll let you in
I'll be open with my thoughts
I'll be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
I'll try to be there
And I'll embrace you
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Baby I'll stop the clocks
If you're looking for something
Maybe I've got what you want
If there's one thing to remember
Don't forget that these are open arms
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms

Track 12

by aretha franklin

Well we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always have a ball on Mars
We're meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky way so far
We danced around the Borealice
We're space trucking round the stars
2 times :
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go space trucking
Remember when you did the woonshot
And Ponny Treeper lid the way
We'd move to the Canaveral moonstop
And every night would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We're space trucking round the stars
2 times :
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go space trucking
The fireball that we rooled was moving
And now we got the new machine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the treaks said,
Man those cats can really sing
They got music in their solar systems
They're rocked around the Milky way
They danced around the Borealice
They're space trucking every day
Many times :
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go space trucking

Track 12

by Embrace

Humanity
Auf wiedersehen
It's time to say goodbye
The party's over
As the laughter dies
An angel cries
Humanity
It's au revoir to your insanity
You sold your soul to feed your vanity
Your fantasies and lies
You're a drop in the rain
Just a number not a name
And you don't see it
You don't believe it
At the end of the day
You're a needle in the hay
You signed and sealed it
And now you gotta deal with it
Humanity
Humanity
Goodbye
Goodbye
Be on your way
Adios amigo there's a price to pay
For all the egotistic games you played
The world you made
Is gone
You're a drop in the rain
Just a number not a name
And you don't see it
You don't believe it
At the end of the day
You're a needle in the hay
You signed and sealed it
And now you gotta deal with it
Humanity
Humanity
Goodbye
Goodbye
Run and hide there's fire in the sky
Stay inside
The water's gonna rise and pull you under
In your eyes I'm staring at the end of time
Nothing can change us
No one can save us from ourselves
You're a drop in the rain
Just a number not a name
And you don't see it
You don't believe it
At the end of the day
You're a needle in the hay
You signed and sealed it
Now you gotta deal with it
Humanity
Humanity
Humanity
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

Track 12

by Marilyn manson

their hearts beat free
cool frequency
and i don't know what it is
i'm gonna run the slow dawn
seeking sigh, oh so faint
i'm gonna run the slow dawn awake
it's blessed undone
the songbirds are wrong
and i'm not sure what it is
but i'm sure that i could give it
awake the slow dawn
slow dawn moves by my side
teach your silent sleep
slow dawn
the midnight people
washing down here, wasting way
they're gonna run the slow dawn awake
the slow dawn awake
the slow dawn awake
the slow dawn awake

Track 12

by Foreigner

their hearts beat free
cool frequency
and i don't know what it is
i'm gonna run the slow dawn
seeking sigh, oh so faint
i'm gonna run the slow dawn awake
it's blessed undone
the songbirds are wrong
and i'm not sure what it is
but i'm sure that i could give it
awake the slow dawn
slow dawn moves by my side
teach your silent sleep
slow dawn
the midnight people
washing down here, wasting way
they're gonna run the slow dawn awake
the slow dawn awake
the slow dawn awake
the slow dawn awake

Track 12

One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
Hear the children crying (One Love)
Hear the children crying (One Heart)
Sayin' give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Sayin' let's get together and feel all right
Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love)
There is one question I'd really like to ask (One Heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own?
Believe me
One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
As it was in the beginning (One Love)
So shall it be in the end (One Heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
One more thing
Let's get together to fight this Holy Armageddon (One Love)
So when the Man comes there will be no no doom (One Song)
Have pity on those whose chances grove thinner
There ain't no hiding place from the Father of Creation
Sayin' One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
I'm pleading to mankind (One Love)
Oh Lord (One Heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Let's get together and feel all right

Track 12

by Razor

Leona Lewis - Happy Lyrics
Songwriters: Bogart, Evan;Lewis, Leona;Tedder, Ryan
Someone once told me that you have to choose
What you win or lose, you can't have everything
Don't you take chances, you might feel the pain
Don't you love in vain 'cause love won't set you free
I could stand by the side and watch this life pass me by
So unhappy, but safe as could be
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground?
I gotta find my place, I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy, ya
Just wanna be happy, ya
Holding on tightly, just can't let it go
Just trying to play my role, slowly disappear, oh
But all these days, they feel like they're the same
Just different faces, different names, get me out of here
But I can't stand by your side, oh no
And watch this life pass me by, pass me by
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground?
I gotta find my place, I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy, oh, happy, oh
So any turns that I can't see
Like I'm a stranger on this road
But don't say victim, don't say anything
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground?
I gotta find my place, I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
I just wanna be happy, oh, yeah, happy, oh, happy
I just wanna be, oh, I just wanna be happy
Oh, happy

Track 12

by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
At any time my little world seems blue
I just have to look at you
And everything seems to be
Some kind of wonderful
I know I can't express
This feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And something happens to me
There's some kind of wonderful
I know I can't express
This feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And something happens to me
There's some kind of wonderful
Some kind of sweet lips
Some kind of warm eyes
Some kind of soft sigh
There's only some kind of wonderful
Oh yeah wonderful...

Track 12

by Yes

A caray!
Tanto tuve que esperar por ti
ya he perdido la noción del tiempo.
Pero conquistarte fue mi fin
y hoy se hizo realidad mi sueño.
Era inevitable que esto iba a pasar
tú ya vas cediendo, y yo quiero más.
Coro:
Te voy a comer a besos,
te voy a llegar muy dentro.
Hoy te voy amar muy lento
viviré las fantasías
que soñaba noche y día con tu cuerpo.
Ahora puedo comprender por qué
mi actitud no te inspiró confianza.
Porque alguien te mintió, fui infiel
Pero yo vine a curar tu alma.
Era inevitable que esto iba a pasar
tu ya vas cediendo, y yo quiero más.
Repita Coro
(te voy a comer (que?) a besos, besos)
(te voy a comer (Uy!) a besos, besos)
Comerte a besos, llegar muy dentro
(te voy a comer (que?) a besos, besos)
Dame, tan solo un momento
tu, tú, tú sabes yo te quiero.
(te voy a comer (que?) a besos, besos
te voy a comer, te voy a comer a besos, a besos, te voy a comer)
De los pies a la cabeza hasta que amanezca
(te voy a comer (eh?) a besos, a besos, te voy a comer)
La boca y los labios, todita te voy a comer mujer. (te voy a comer (A caray!) a besos, a besos, comerte a besos, comerte a besos)
Poco a poco despacito
voy amarte suavecito.
Así como te lo digo hoy
te como ese cuellito.(comerte a besos)
El cuellito mami!(comerte a besos, comerte a besos)
Repita Coro

Track 12

by Rhymefest

Las tardecitas de Buenos Aires tienen ese que se yo, viste?
Salis de tu casa por Arenales.
Lo de siempre: en la calle y en vos...
Cuando de repente, detras de un arbol,
me aparezco yo.
Mezcla rara de penultimo linyera
y de primer polizonte en el viaje a Venus:
medio melon en la cabeza,
las rayas de la camisa pintadas en la piel,
dos medias suelas clavadas en los pies
y una banderita de taxi libre levantada en cada mano.
Te reis!... Pero solo vos me ves:
Porque los maniquies me guiñan,
los semaforos me dan tres luces celestes
y las naranjas del frutero de la esquina
me tiran azahares.
Veni!, que asi, medio bailando y medio volando,
me saco el melon para saludarte,
te regalo una banderita y te digo...
Cantado
Ya se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao...
No ves que va la luna rodando por Callao;
que un corso de astronautas y niños, con un vals,
me baila alrededor... Baila! Veni! Vola!
Yo se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao...
Yo miro a Buenos Aires del nido de un gorrion;
y a vos te vi tan triste... Veni! Vola! Senti!...
el loco berretin que tengo para vos:
Loco! Loco! Loco!
Cuando anochezca en tu porteña soledad,
por la ribera de tu sabana vendre
con un poema y un trombon
a desvelarte el corazon.
Loco! Loco! Loco!
Como un acrobata demente saltare,
sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir
que enloqueci tu corazon de libertad...
Ya vas a ver!
Recitado
Salgamos a volar, querida mia;
subite a mi ilusion super-sport,
y vamos a correr por las cornisas
con una golondrina en el motor!
De Vieytes nos aplauden: “Viva! Viva!”,
los locos que inventaron el Amor;
y un angel y un soldado y una niña
nos dan un valsecito bailador.
Nos sale a saludar la gente linda...
Y loco —pero tuyo—, que se yo!;
provoco campanarios con la risa,
y al fin, te miro, y canto a media voz:
Cantado
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao...
Trepate a esa ternura de locos que hay en mi,
ponete esa peluca de alondras, y vola!
Vola conmigo ya! Veni, vola, veni!
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao...
Abrite los amores que vamos a intentar
la magica locura total de revivir...
Veni, vola, veni! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Gritado
Viva! Viva! Viva!
Loca ella y loco yo...
Locos! Locos! Locos!
Loca ella y loco yo! (Male voice)
Recited
The afternoons in Buenos Aires have this... well, you know.
You leave your house down Arenales Avenue.
The usual : on the street and in you...
Then suddenly, from behind a tree,
I show up.
Rare mix of the next to last tramp
and the first stowaway on a trip to Venus:
a half melon on the head,
a striped shirt painted on the skin,
two leather soles nailed to the fet,
and a taxi-for-hire flag up in each hand.
You laugh! But only you can see me:
because the mannequins wink at me,
the traffic lights flash me three lights sky-blue
and the oranges at the corner grocery stand
cast their blossoms at me.
Come on!, that this way, half dancing, half flying,
I remove the melon to greet you.
I give you a little flag and I tell you...
Sung
l know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy...
don't you see the moon rolling through Callao;
a second line of astronauts and children
waltzing around me... Dance! Come! Fly!
I know I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy...
I see Buenos Aires from a sparrow's nest;
and I saw you so sad... Come! Fly! Feel!...
the crazy desire I have for you:
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
As darkness sets in your porteña loneliness,
by the shores of your bedsheet I'll come
with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless.
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
Like a demented acrobat I'll dive,
into the abyss of your cleavage 'till I feel
I drove your heart crazy with freedom.
You'll see!
Recited
Let's go flying, my dear.
get on my super sport illusion,
let's run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine.
From Vieytes they applaud: Hooray! Hooray!,
the nuts who invented Love,
and an angel, a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz.
The beautiful people come out to say hello.
And crazy, but yours, I don't know!;
I cause a stridency of bells with my laugh,
and finally, I look at you, and sing softly
Sung
Love me this way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy...
climb up into my insane tenderness,
don a wig of larks on your head and fly!
Fly with me now! Come! Fly! Come!
Love me the way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy...
open up your love, we are going to attempt
the crazy magic of reviving...
Come , fly , come! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Yelling
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
She's crazy and I'm crazy...
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
She's crazy and so am I.
(Voz femenina)
Recitado
Las tardecitas de Buenos Aires tienen ese que se yo, viste?
Salis de tu casa por Arenales.
Lo de siempre: en la calle y en mi...
Cuando de repente, detras de un arbol,
se aparece él.
Mezcla rara de penultimo linyera
y de primer polizonte en el viaje a Venus:
medio melon en la cabeza,
las rayas de la camisa pintadas en la piel,
dos medias suelas clavadas en los pies
y una banderita de taxi libre levantada en cada mano.
¡Ja, ja! Parece que sólo yo lo veo.
Porque él pasa entre la gente,
y los maniquíes le guiñan;
los semáforos le dan tres luces celestes,
y las naranjas del frutero de la esquina
le tiran azahares.
Y así, medio bailando y medio volando,
se saca el melón, me saluda,
me regala una banderita, y me dice...
Cantado
Ya se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao...
No ves que va la Luna rodando por Callao;
que un corso de astronautas y niños, con un vals,
me baila alrededor... Baila! Veni! Vola!
Yo se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao...
Yo miro a Buenos Aires del nido de un gorrion;
y a vos te vi tan triste... Veni! Vola! Senti!...
el loco berretin que tengo para vos:
Loco! Loco! Loco!
Cuando anochezca en tu porteña soledad,
por la ribera de tu sabana vendre
con un poema y un trombon
a desvelarte el corazon.
Loco! Loco! Loco!
Como un acrobata demente saltare,
sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir
que enloqueci tu corazon de libertad...
Ya vas a ver!
Recitado
Y, así diciendo, El loco me convida
A andar en su ilusión super-sport,
y vamos a correr por las cornisas
¡con una golondrina en el motor!
De Vieytes nos aplauden: “Viva! Viva!”,
los locos que inventaron el Amor;
y un angel y un soldado y una niña
nos dan un valsecito bailador.
Nos sale a saludar la gente linda...
Y El loco, loco mío, ¡qué sé yo!,
provoca campanarios con su risa,
y al fin, me mira, y canta a media voz:
Cantado
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao...
Trepate a esa ternura de locos que hay en mi,
ponete esa peluca de alondras, y vola!
Vola conmigo ya! Veni, vola, veni!
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao...
Abrite los amores que vamos a intentar
la magica locura total de revivir...
Veni, vola, veni! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Gritado
¡Viva! ¡Viva! ¡Viva!
¡Loco él y loca yo!
¡Locos! ¡Locos! ¡Locos!
¡Loco él y loca yo!

Track 12

מדוע את כל כך נראת שונה
מדוע המבט שלך עצוב
וכמה רגעים עברו מאז
שבאתי ואמרתי לך שלום
אז אל תתני לדרך לייאש
ביחד נעצור ונבקש
שיום אחד נחזור ונהיה
ביחד זה אחד שמנסה
תסתכלי הרחק מכאן
זה אני שמגיע
פזמון: עד אליך אבוא /X2
רציתי רק לומר לך שאני
אגע בכל פינה שתבקשי
ובכל אוהביך אלחם
(אקח אותך אליי ולא אתן)
מבטיח שזה לא יקרה יותר
עכשיו זה כבר הסוף
אני חוזר
פתחי אליי את כל מה שסגור (פתחי כי זה אני)
תסתכלי הרחק מכאן
זה אני שמגיע
פזמון: עד אליך אבוא.....עד אליך אבוא.........

Track 12

by Puressence

Come 'ere baby
You know you drive me up the wall
the way you make good on all the nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got someone on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me
Say you're leavin on the seven thirty train
and that you're headin' out to Hollywood
Girl you been givin me the line so many times
it kinda gets like feelin bad looks good
That kinda lovin'
Turns a man to a slave
That kinda lovin'
Sends a man right to his grave
chorus
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue. . .
You're packin up your stuff and talkin like it's tough
and tryin to tell me that it's time to go
But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that overcoat
And it's all a show
That kinda lovin'
Makes me wanna pull
Down the shade, yeah
That kinda lovin'
Yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same
chorus
I'm losin my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy
I need your love, honey
I need your love
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
I'm losin my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
You turn it on, then you're gone
Yeah you drive me

Track 12

by Aerosmith

You are the flame in my heart
You light my way in the dark
You are the ultimate star
You pick me up from above
Your unconditional love
Takes me to paradise
I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet
You make me feel so divine
Your soul and mine are entwined
Before you I was blind
But since I've opened my eyes
And with you there's no disguise
So I could open up my mind
I always loved you from the start
But I could not figure out
That I had to do it everyday
So I put away the fright
Now I'm gonna live my life
Giving you the most in every way
I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet
Oh I belong to you
I belong to you
And you, you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet
Oh I belong to you
I belong to you
And you, you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet
Oh I belong to you
I belong to you
And you, and you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet

Track 12

by My Darkest Days

Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is dandy
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming
[Chorus:]
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.

Track 12

by Temple Of The Dog

She's got the devil in her heart
But her eyes they tantalize
She's gonna tear your heart apart
Oh her lips they really thrill me
I'll take my chances
For romance is
So important to me
She'll never hurt me
She won't desert me
She's an angel sent to me
She's got the devil in her heart
No, no, this i can't believe
She's gonna tear your heart apart
No, no nay will she deceive
I can't believe that she'll ever ever go
Not when she hugs and says she loves me so
She'll never hurt me
She won't desert me
Listen can't you see
She's got the devil in her heart
Oh, no, no, no, this i can't believe
She's gonna tear your heart apart
No no nay will she deceive
Don't take chances if your romance is
So important to you
She'll never hurt me
She won't desert me
She's an angel sent to me
She's got the devil in her heart
Oh, no, no, no, no this i can't believe
She's gonna tear your heart apart
No, no nay will she deceive
She's got the devil in her heart
No she's an angel sent to me
She's got the devil in her heart
No she's an angel sent to me

Track 12

by Toni Braxton

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last, look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much, but we'll take our chances
Cause god's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us ALL* out to play
Turned his back, and all god's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much, but I'll take my chances
Cause god's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
Cause he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

Track 12

by Billy Joel

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

Track 12

by Bobby McFerrin

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of july
I knew a lady who came from duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of july
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Fight to claim them for their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of july

Track 12

by Don McLean

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Track 12

by Ojos de Brujo

Rock 'n roll is here to stay, it will never die
It was meant to be that way, though I don't know why
I don't care what people say, rock 'n roll is here to stay
(We don't care what people say, rock 'n roll is here to stay)
Rock 'n roll will always be our ticket to the end
It will go down in history, just you wait, my friend
Rock 'n roll will always be, it'll go down in history
(Rock 'n roll will always be, it'll go down in history)
So come on, everybody rock, everybody rock,
everybody rock, everybody rock
Everybody rock
Now everybody rock 'n roll, everybody rock 'n roll,
everybody rock 'n roll
Everybody rock 'n roll, everybody rock 'n roll
Rock 'n roll will always be our ticket to the end
It will go down in history, just you wait, my friend
Rock 'n roll will always be, it'll go down in history
If you don't like rock 'n roll, think what you've been missin'
But if you like to bop and strawl, come on down and listen
Let's all start to have a ball, everybody rock 'n roll
Ah, oh baby, ah, oh baby, ah,
oh baby, ah, oh baby, rock!

Track 12

by David Guetta

Midnight,
and I'm a-waiting
on the twelve-oh-five
Hoping it'll take me
just a little farther down the line
Moonlight,
you're just a heartache in disguise;
Won't you keep my heart from breaking
if it's only for a very short time
Chorus:
Playing with the queen of hearts,
knowing it ain't really smart
The joker ain't the only fool
who'll do anything for you
Laying out another lie,
thinking 'bout a life of crime
That's what I'll have to do
to keep me away from you
Honey, you know it makes you mad
Why is everybody telling everybody
what you have done
Baby, I know it makes you sad
But when they're handing out the heartaches
you know you got to have you some
Chorus:
Lovers, I know you've had a few
But hide your heart beneath the covers
and tell 'em they're the only one
And others, they know just
what I'm going through
And it's a-hard to be a lover
when you say you're only in it for fun
Playing with the queen of hearts,
knowing it ain't really smart
The joker ain't the only fool
who'll do anything for you
Chorus:
Playing with the queen of hearts
(repeat and fade]

Track 12

by Eric Hutchinson

Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name,
I met her on the eve of my birthday.
Did she know, did she know, before she went away, does she know?
But it's too damn late
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
Now she's gone.
Now she's all go-ne...
All I have now is a memory to date.
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name.
I didn't know, I didn't know, before she went away.
I know now, I know now, but it's too damn late.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
Now she's gone.
Now she's all go-ne...
Will she ever find her way?
I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I?
Yet again I'm kicking myself,
And I'll be here in battle scars,
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you now.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
Now she's gone.
Now she's all go-ne...

Track 12

by The Three Degrees

Every day is a darker day
it's always gonna be that way
One step closer to mine
I know it's not respectable
But it is the best of all
One step closer
Relax your mind
It really dosn't matter if the Heavens is
gonna rain or shine
you're better of blind
If the lover don't find
Makes you one step closer to mine
Closer
One step closer
One step closer
Relax your mind
It really dosn't matter if the Heavens is
gonna rain or shine
you're better of blind
If the lover don't find
Makes you one step closer to mine
More Songs by The Three Degrees

Track 12

by PENPALS

[Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...
[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
[CHORUS X2]

Track 12

by Run DMC

Midnight
our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind
We hear their laughter
In the rain
We see their tears
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Streched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees
Our sons stand naked
Through the walls
Our daughter cry
See their tears in the rainfall

Track 12

by Daniel Johnston

[Wyclef]
I wanna send this one out to my vanilla ice-cream chocolate pudding pie
That stayed with me in the hood, do or die
Refugee camp
[Sharissa]
Yeah, this one goes out to my almond joy
My banana that never split
The one that stuck with me
[Wyclef]
Before I had the bling bling
I thought I'd hit up in Sing Sing
Who would have ever thought that we'd be doing our thing
I know I did a little cheating
But once I got caught
I send you a parcel of roses
You sent them back and told me go to hell
[Wyclef]
But girl you know that, you take me as I am
Even though my fam don't understand
Why I put that rock up on your hand
That's cos you take me as I am (take me as I am)
[Sharissa (Wyclef)]
You take me as I am (yeah, I'm a take you as you are)
Even when my girls can't understand
I choose you as my man
But you take me as I am, my, my man
[Wyclef (Sharrissa)]
You're my girl (my man)
You're my girl (my man)
You're my lady (my man)
You're my baby
[Sharissa]
When I was rocking jelly and had a little belly
Who woulda ever thought, you'd think I was sexy
I say it with an attitude, I admit I came off rude
But still you love me, I know I get on your nerves sometimes
[Sharissa]
And I don't know why you take me as I am
Even when my girls can't understand
I choose you as my man (my man, yeah)
Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am)
[wyclef]
You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are
Even though my fam don't understand (they can't understand no, no, no, no)
Why I put that rock up on your hand (girl)
That's cause you take me as I am
[Wyclef (Sharrissa)]
You're my girl (you're my man)
You're my girl (you're my man)
You're my lady (you're my baby)
You're my baby (my honey)
[Wyclef]
You're the ocean that breathes that I feel when I'm blowing my trees alone
[Sharissa]
You're the sun that shines when the darkness strikes at night
[Wyclef]
You're the love of my life, you're my girl, you're my wife
[Sharissa]
You're mine, and I'm yours, you take me as I am
Wait a minute
[Sharissa (Wyclef)]
Can't believe you take me as I am, am, am, no, oh
Even when they don't understand why you love me
I choose you as my man
Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am)
[Wyclef]
You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are
Even though my fam don't understand
My people on the block, they don't understand, no, no
Why I put that rock up on your hand
Cause I take you as you are, you're a star
[Wyclef (Sharrissa)]
You're my girl (my man)
You're my girl (you're my man)
You're my lady (you're my baby)
You're my baby (my honey)
[Thanks to memphialyrics for lyrics]
[Thanks to Lizzi for corrections]

Track 12

by Franco de Vita

Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette
strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma
Down each avenue or via, street or strada
You can see 'em disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso?
Yeah, I guess so.
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew...
On an evning in Roma.
Though there's grining and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down ...So please meet me in the plaza near your casa
I am only one and one is much too few...
On an evening in Roma.
Don't know what the country's coming to -
but in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you? On an evening in Roma ...
Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette
strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma
Don't know what the country's coming to -
but in Rome do as the Romans do ...
Will you? On an evening in Roma ...
Sott'er celo de Roma ...
On an evening in Roma ....

Track 12

by Nelly

soy de la gente
de los que no se cansan de luchar
por un mundo diferente
y que el sol alumbre
en la esquina de las flores
con aroma inconfundible y especial
donde mueren mis dolores
cuando el dia va llegando a su final
dime Dios porque es la vida
me despierta la nostalgia de pensar
si la cosas que se han ido
vuelan con el tiempo
y con ellas las felicidad
soy de la gente
de los que no se cansan de luchar
por un mundo diferente
y que el sol alumbre a todos por igual
soy de la gente
de los que no se cansan de pelear
con el sudor de mi frente
cada dia cuando salgo a trabajar
y en mi alma lo temores se despiertan
cuando algo no anda bien
tengo sueños de colores
tan azules que no puedo comprender
dime Dios porque es la vida
me despierta la nostalgia de pensar
si la cosas que se han ido
vuelan con el tiempo
con ellas las felicidad
soy de la gente
de los que no se cansan de luchar
por un mundo diferente
y que el sol alumbre a todos por igual
soy de la gente
de los que no se cansan de pelear
con el sudor de mi frente
cada dia cuando salgo a trabajar
nos queda mucho para andar
por un camino diferente
porque la vida es mezcla de ilusion
y risa de dolor y pena
siempre es igual
nos queda mucho para andar
por un camino diferente
y nunca te rindas
nunca te heches pa' tras
que la vida es una, no mas
nos queda mucho para andar
por un camino diferente
no te rindas hoy
eres luchador
busca ser mejor
que en la vida todo se aprende
nos queda mucho para andar
por un camino diferente

Track 12

by Chamillionaire

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
We'll meet again someday on the avenue,
Tangled up in blue.
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type.
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.
So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

Track 12

by Marco V

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are running low.
Mother Fuckers!
When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
Take a look through the bars at the last sight,
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be that there's some sort of error.
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
The words escape me when I try to speak.
Tears they flow but why am I crying,
After all I'm not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell God be with you.
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words believe my soul lives on.
Don't worry now that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to seek the truth.
So when you know that your time is close at hand.
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion
Hallowed be thy name 2x

Track 12

by JOHNNY CASH

Let me out let me out
Release my skin from this aching disguise
I'd like to be myself for a little while
In this hole I'm all alone
I'm waiting for you to come and take me home
Into your loving arms I'll...
Fly... I Love you
Let me out let me out
See what I'm hiding inside
My heart is yours
Till the day I'll...
Die... I Love you
Mother, please forgive me. I just had to get out all my pain and suffering.
Now that I am done, remember I will always love you; I'm your son.
Little child, looking so pretty. Come out and play, I'll be your Daddy. Innocent
child, looking so sweet. Rape your mind, and now your flesh I reap
You raped. I feel dirty. It hurt. As a child. Tied down. That's a good boy.
And fuck. Your own child. I scream. No-one hears me. It hurt. Not a lot. My
God. Saw you watch. Mommy, why? Your own child.
Little child, looking so pretty. Come out and play, I'll be your Daddy
You raped. I feel dirty. It hurt. As a child. Tied down. That's a good boy.
And fuck. Your own child. I scream. No-one hears me. It hurt. Not a lot. My
God. Saw you watch.
Mommy, why?
It's alright
I didn't touch you there. Mommy said she didn't care.
I didn't touch you there. That's why Momma stopped and stared.
Innocent child, looking so sweet. Rape your mind, and now your flesh I reap.
You raped. I feel dirty. It hurt. As a child. Tied down. That's a good boy.
And fuck. Your own child. I scream. No-one hears me. It hurt. Not a lot. My
God. Saw you watch.
Mommy, why?
More Songs by B.O.B Feat. Bruno Mars

Track 12

by Amberian Dawn

Mother, please forgive me. I just had to get out all my pain and suffering.
Now that I am done, remember I will always love you; I'm your son.
Little child, looking so pretty. Come out and play, I'll be your Daddy. Innocent
child, looking so sweet. Rape your mind, and now your flesh I reap
You raped. I feel dirty. It hurt. As a child. Tied down. That's a good boy.
And fuck. Your own child. I scream. No-one hears me. It hurt. Not a lot. My
God. Saw you watch. Mommy, why? Your own child.
Little child, looking so pretty. Come out and play, I'll be your Daddy
You raped. I feel dirty. It hurt. As a child. Tied down. That's a good boy.
And fuck. Your own child. I scream. No-one hears me. It hurt. Not a lot. My
God. Saw you watch.
Mommy, why?
It's alright
I didn't touch you there. Mommy said she didn't care.
I didn't touch you there. That's why Momma stopped and stared.
Innocent child, looking so sweet. Rape your mind, and now your flesh I reap.
You raped. I feel dirty. It hurt. As a child. Tied down. That's a good boy.
And fuck. Your own child. I scream. No-one hears me. It hurt. Not a lot. My
God. Saw you watch.
Mommy, why?

Track 12

by ACDC

PF Story - part 1 – The Early Years
Part 1; Capital Radio, London, 17 December 1976.
The following is one part of the legendary Capital Radio Pink Floyd Story - the history of the band, told by the band themselves in a set of interviews undertaken in 1976, and broadcast at the end of 1976/start of 1977.
The programme presenter was Nicky Horne. Abbreviations used as follows:
NM: Nick Mason, RW: Roger Waters, DG: David Gilmour, SB: Syd Barrett, NH: Nicky Horne
NS: Norman Smith, PJ: Peter Jenner, JP: John Peel, CBC: CBC Radio, Canada
NM: There was a very specific group. I mean, there was the whole business of UFO and 1967 and the London underground, which we were not...I don't think we were personally involved in it, although we were... erm... that's where we worked. I mean we weren't personally involved in all the fringe activities or all the philosophies of that period. We, I mean, it somehow, it seemed almost by chance, I mean it wasn't very, you can now see all sorts of types, but there wasn't some, er, it doesn't feel as though there was any deliberate policy going on to make us one thing or another. It just seemed to happen like that.
What am I saying? Not quite sure... just that there... all I'm trying to say is that there wasn't, er, a great premeditated exercise on our part to, er, to be something. I mean, it just seemed to come out like that. I mean, I'm not ashamed of it, or denying it, or saying we're perfectly normal people, but I just don't feel that it's right to say that we've, have been from the beginning, worked on becoming some mysterious cult band.
The occasions were terrific, UFO was a fantastic place to play. I mean the band did come out of all that in lots of ways, I mean, we've discussed before the history of the band and the fact that during that period we were working at Top Rank circuits, and they HATED it. I HATED it. We could clear halls so fast it wasn't true. I mean they were outraged by what came round on the revolving stage and they lost very little time in trying to make this clear, and the only place we played with any sort of success, or real interest, was UFO, and the various underground-in-inverted comma's clubs and occasions.
So, certainly we were a product of that in lots of ways. They tended to follow a pattern, rather along the lines of, there'd be this revolving stage ad the audience out in front who were hoping to hear Arnold Layne and See Emily Play and a host of other hits, which we couldn't of course play. We had a repetoire of STRANGE things like Interstellar Overdrive to carry us through that whole set, er, and I just remember the stages going round and this audience [laughs] just APPALLED by what they saw in front of them. And, I mean, the whole thing was fantastic anyway, because no one could - what was then considered to be our audience of course - could never get into these places, because you had to have a tie to get in, and there was the whole business of they wouldn't let us drink at the bar because we hadn't got collars and ties, and various outrages that used to drive us all mad.
RW: There was never any question of, er, attempting an image or striving towards an image. There was no conscious thought about on that level in the band at all, ever. And there hasn't been since then. That may have become conscious to keep it all unconscious, if you see what I mean. But there was never any image building or any kind of, as I said before, and I'll say it again - the thing about y'know, not speaking to people just came up because we did loads and loads and loads of interviews, loads and masses of them, and y'know, how did you, why did you choose the name Pink Floyd; you either say, Well, I'm gonna be answering this question for the rest of my life, or you say I'm not interested in speaking to people who know nothing about us, or music, or anything else, and so we decided not to do that, but it was nothing to do with creating an image, it was purely a personal response to people mucking us about a lot; I mean, Arnold Layne was the start of our professional career. I stopped going into the office the day Arnold Layne came out, more or less.
NM: At that time we were aiming to be a hit parade band. I mean - we wanted a hit single. The idea of making an album hadn't even... well, I'm speaking personally, 'cos I can't speak for the others, but I suspect that we hadn't really considered the sort of move onto an album. We were only interested in making a single initially, and a hit single. We were interested in the business of being in rock'n'roll, and being a pop group: SUCCESSFUL - MONEY - CARS, that sort of thing. Good living. I mean, that's... erm, that's the reason most people get involved in rock music, because they want that sort of success. If you don't, you get involved in something else.
NH: And Norman Smith, the Floyd's early producer, remembers Arnold Layne.
NS: I wasn't too keen actually on Arnold Layne. Joe Boyd actually did that. I wasn't too keen on that particular version. I was proven wrong, of course, because eventually that was the one that went out, but I thought we could better it. In fact, I told the boys I'd like to have another go anyway and in fact we set up this recording to do just that along with other titles of course; it was an all-night session, if I remember rightly. And that was going to be the first song but when they arrived I could see that they weren't too keen in fact to attempt a remake of Arnold Layne so in fact we never did start it, we never did have a go at that. So, the original one went out.
NH: And how did Norman Smith feel at the prospect of recording the Pink Floyd?
NS: [Laughs] I was terrified! Er...apprehensive I suppose you'd call it. I was sort of, erm, a bit of a mutual thing really. I didn't really know what to expect from them as personalities, and I guess the same went for them. And I was nervous, there was no doubt about that. I was very nervous about meeting these guys because they had made a bit of a name for themselves without, strangely enough, having a hit record, and they were obviously something quite a lot different even though I'd been used to the Beatles and people...I was gonna say people like that of course they were another one-off there, but then obviously had that something which to me was a kind of an untouchable thing - I couldn't describe it at all: my feelings, except that I was very nervous and apprehensive of what to expect from them as individuals. Really I was looking for a group or something for...which I could make my name as a producer so it was right at the beginning of my own career as a producer and I had this tip-off phone call from their... friend of mine who was in management/agency, telling me about Floyd and I went along to see them. That's when they had the light show and all that bit - and as I said, very impressed with the charisma of them and they had to be something, but nevertheless I was very nervous about getting them into a studio. So they were... I had to get them to EMI, to sign them in some way, because I thought that, I recognised that here was going to be something. But of course, at the same time, the difficulty of recording this group, producing this group was obviously there for me and I though, well, let's give it a whirl, let's see how we get on.
NH: One of the first interviews the Pink Floyd gave was in Canada, on CBC. There are precious few recordings of Syd Barrett talking about those early days, and this is one of the few. Syd Barrett, Roger Waters, and Nick Mason, on CBC...
CBC: In a frenetic haze of sound and sight, a new concept of music has begun to penetrate the senses of Britain's already hopped-up beat fans. Some call it free sound, others prefer to include it in the psychedelic wave of ism's already circulating around the Western hemisphere. But this music, here and now, is that of the Pink Floyd, a group of four young musicians, a light man, and an array of equipment sadistically designed to shatter the strongest nerves. The Pink Floyd are new on the London scene - they've stupified audiences at all-night raves, in church halls, at the Albert Hall, and at various tours in Britain. They've yet to make their debut on records but perhaps the Pink Floyd themselves are most qualified to tell you what its all about:
NM: We didn't start out trying to get anything new, y'know we just... it entirely happened. We originally started virtually as an R&B group.
SB: Yeah, sometimes, we just sorta let loose a bit and started hitting the guitar a bit harder and not worrying quite so much about the chords.
RW: It stopped being third rate academic rock, y'know; it started being a sort of intuitive groove, really.
NM: It's free form. In terms of construction it's almost like jazz, where you start off with a riff and then you improvise on this except...
RW: Where it differs from jazz is that if you're improvising around a jazz number, if it's a 16 bar number you stick to 16 bar choruses and you take 16 bar solos, whereas with us it starts and we may play 3 choruses of something that lasts for 17 and a half bars each chorus and then it'll stop happening and it'll stop happening when it stops happening AND it may be 423 bars later or 4.
SB: And it's not like jazz music 'cos...
NM: We all want to be pop stars - we don't want to be jazz musicians.
SB: Exactly. And I mean we play for people to dance to - they don't seem to dance much now but that's the initial idea. So we play loudly and we're playing with electric guitars, so we're utilising all the volume and all the effects you can get. But now in fact we're trying to develop this by using the lights.
NM: Yes of course.
RW: But the thing about the jazz thing is that we don't have this great musician thing. Y'know, we don't really look upon ourselves as musicians as such, y'know, period... reading the dots, all that stuff.
CBC: How important is the visual aspect of the production?
All: Very, very important.
SB: It's quite a revelation to have people operating something like lights while you're playing as a direct stimulus to what you're playing. It's rather like audience reaction except it's sort of on a higher level, you know, you can respond to it and then the lights will respond back...
NM: There are various sorts of lights - there's simply flashing spotlights that are worked off a sort of control board rather like a piano, so that they can be used very rhythmically. And then there are sort of effect lights that are usually coloured slides or wet slides which are slides with some sort of liquids on them so that you get some movement. Or they might be actual movies as such - in which case as they have their own set speed and sequence that can't be altered by the operators this changes the... our formation to some extent 'cos we tend immediately to play to that.
CBC: What happens at a performance? What happens with your audience, what's the feel you get?
RW: Well, if we get very excited, and we get very excited when we're playing very well, then the audience gets very excited as well.
CBC: Do they dance?
NM: They may dance. It depends on the sort of music and what's happening.
SB: Yeah and anyway you hardly ever get the sort of dancing right from the beginning that you get just as a response to the rhythm. Usually people stand there and if they... [laughs] get into some sort of hysteria while they're there...
NM: ...The dancing takes the form of a frenzy which is very good.
RW: They don't all stand in a line and do the Madison. The audience tend to be standing there and just one or two people maybe will suddenly flip out and rush forward and start leaping up and down...
SB: Freak out I think is the word, you're looking for!
NM: It's an excellent thing because this is what dancing is...
SB: This is REALLY what dancing is!!
CBC: Is the music destined to replace the Beatles? Are the melodic harmonies, poetic lyrics and soulful rhythms of today to be swept into the archives, totally undermined by a psychotic sweep of sound and vision as this, displayed by the Pink Floyd? Large pockets of enthusiasts from all over the country are determined that it shall, despite the powerful opposition of the majority of leading disc jockeys. But the most enthusiastic fans of all, quite fittingly, are the Pink Floyd's managers:
PJ: I heard them once; I was in a very bad mood. I was at a club and heard them, and the sort of sound they were making was a sound I hadn't heard before, and I was just totally knocked out. It's er... I suppose I felt there was a freshness about what they were doing, there was a sort of freedom about the way they were playing. They weren't just hacking through the old numbers, playing all the old hits of yesterday and today, and sort of... you didn't feel that there was just a regimented group just going through the motions, y'know, there was a fantastic liveness about it and these huge sheets of sound were building up and... this was a sound I hadn't heard before. And I immediately was simply knocked out by it and started getting interested in them.
The whole light scene and things like this sort of came out of from, I suppose, a different direction. I mean, the way this did come from the psychedelic movement as far as I was concerned but its always been a thing that I've dug. I've always thought that lights and music and things like that, and sounds and vision should all go together. And it seemed the right time for it to happen.
I think another thing which is very important, is that, y'know, one feels that the pop market as it were, is now capable of taking something far more than it used to, y'know. Previously it was all sort of Jim Reeves and those sort of simple things played over and over again. But increasingly I noticed that clubs, the thing that always used to get the really huge applause always when the instrumentals - the things where the musicians really gave themselves a chance to do something new and really different. And so out of this whole sort of rock'n'roll movement you got a sort of instantly attractive beat, a very strong beat, a very powerful beat which anyone can respond to, and then on top of this you've got the electronic thing which gives you this fantastic dynamics and excitement and ability just to pierce through peoples... sometimes deadness.
One can penetrate right through into their minds almost sheerly by volume and sound and noise and distortion that gives a tremendous increased awareness of what's going on, y'know, you hear things much more. When you've finished listening to the Pink Floyd you don't just clap and sort of hum the thing, hum the tune they've just been playing, you just go: FWAAUUGGHH!. Y'know, it's an experience, you've been through a total sensory experience - both visual and audio. And I think this has an appeal, not only to intellectuals - there's a lot of in common between Pink Floyd and people like Alba Dater and Ornet Coleman are doing, but it's got also an immediacy of appeal to the kids which I think is great and it's a sort of common denominator which goes right across - anyone can dig the Pink Floyd I think.
CBC: Can you capture this strictly on sound? Let's say in terms of recordings...
PJ: I think our records will be very different from our stageshows. I think our records inevitably... first of all there's the three minute limitation; secondly, you can't sort of, walk around the kitchen humming to the Pink Floyd. I mean, if you had a Pink Floyd sort of sound they're making in the clubs, coming over the radio while you're doing the washing-up you'd probably scream. I suspect that our records are going to have to be much more audio, much more, y'know, they are written for a different situation. Listening to a gramophone record in your home or on the radio is very different from going into a club or going into a theatre and watching a stage show. They're two different things that requires a different approach. We think we can do both.
NH: Norman Smith on See Emily Play:
NS: Yeah, well, Emily of course... I was in from the birth of that and that was kind of commercialised if you like. There was some little bit of arrangement went in that, there was a bit of... gimmickry... in the recorded thing... cos I saw that as a single straight away. And obviously one was looking for a follow-up to Arnold Layne - I was at any rate, on behalf of the record company. That was the one that I chose and hoped that they would agree with me. It did in the end, I can't really remember whether it was unanimous or not, but I would think it possibly was three-quarters unanimous and [laughs] one was not too keen.
Syd Barrett was with the group in those days and Syd was the main writer, and it was a pretty difficult job with Syd because I think Syd used music - I'll put it this way - used music with sort of lyrical phrasing or if you like he used lyrics with sort of musical phrasing, and it was a statement being made at a given time, that meant that if you came back five minutes later to do another take you probably wouldn't get the same performance, and I think if I remember rightly we went through quite a few of Syd's songs and then they played me a few, and it's very difficult to pick out which I liked and which I didn't like, so we'd come back and maybe try these songs again and these were different versions so [laughs] it made it even more difficult. So the early days were quite difficult really but as a sort of very slow, unwinding process.
NH: During that time, Syd's problems were beginning to affect the other individuals in the band. Dave Gilmour, who plays guitar on this track, was brought in to replace the ailing Barrett, and Nick Mason remembers some of the feelings that prevailed at that time:
NM: It's easy now to look back on the past and try and give it some sort of shape and form, but at the time you're just... you're in a total state of confusion muddling about because you're trying to be in this band and be successful or make it work, and things aren't working out and you don't really understand why. You can't believe that someone's deliberately trying to screw it up and yet the other half of you is saying this man's crazy - he's trying to DESTROY ME! It gets very personal, you get very worked up into a state of extreme rage. I mean, obviously there was some incredible moments of... clarity, where you realise that things are not right - like the wonderful American tour which will live forever. Syd detuning his guitar all the way through one number, striking the string and detuning the guitar, which is very modern but [laughs] very difficult for a band to follow or play with. And, other occasions where he more or less just ceased playing and stand there, leaving us to muddle along as best we could. And times like that, you think [laughs] what we need is someone else! Or at least some help.
DG: Nick actually came to me and sort of... nudge, nudge... if such and such happened, and if this, and if that... would you be interested in it... and went through that whole thing in a fairly roundabout way, suggested that this might come off at some point. And then just after Christmas, right after their Olympia gig, I actually got a phone call... where I was staying I didn't actually have a phone, or they didn't know it, but they sent a message through someone else that they knew that knew me, for me to get in touch for taking the job, so to speak. There was no real discussion, or any meetings, to think about it or any auditions or anything like that. They just said did I want to, and I said yes, and it was as simple as that. It was totally impossible for me to understand the way Syd's mind was working at that time.
It was also from having been to two or three of their gigs, impossible for me to see how they could carry on like that, because Syd was very obviously not up to being in that group at that time, doing what he was doing. It was painfully obvious that they were just kind of marking time at that moment. And actually joining the group was a very difficult thing, cos originally there was some kind of a plan for there to be five people and for Syd to phase out of the live thing and... but keep on writing... but we realised that there was an impossibility almost as soon as we'd thought of it, or they'd thought of it. So that idea very rapidly got dropped. We did do three or four gigs with five people playing - pretty strange... The first four, five, six months that I'm in the band I really didn't feel confident enough to actually start playing myself - I actually sat there mostly playing just rhythm guitar and I suppose, to be honest, at the time trying to sound a bit like Syd. But that didn't last very long - I mean, it was obvious the group had to change into something completely different and they hadn't asked me to join to sound exactly like Syd, but I mean - the numbers they were doing were still Syd's numbers mostly. Consequently there's that kind of a fixed thing in your head of how they have been played previously, and that kind of, makes it very much harder for you to strike out on your own and do it exactly how you would do it... and you haven't got a clue how you would do it really because there's already an imprinted thing in your brain of how the guitar is played on those things. Consequently it did take some time before I started getting into actually being a member of the band and feeling free to impose my own... guitar-playing style on it.
NS: There wasn't much point really, particularly with Syd there wasn't much point in changing chords or suggesting flashy sort of chords, y'know - jazz based chords or anything like that, just nice chords or analysing the musical content of anyone's composition. There wasn't much point in doing that. I think what I had to look for really was, first of all of course what they were about - what they wanted to say, and the statement they wanted to make. And to help them as much as I could there, of course, with suggestions, but I think mainly to look for sounds... I would think at any rate that that's what Floyd were mainly about - the creation of sounds to enhance the statement or the mood...
NH: And John Peel, veteran BBC disc jockey, remembers the Floyd, in those early days:
JP: The first time I ever heard of them was when I was still working in California and it sounds very grand, but I'd sent a band over from Riverside to London, to stay with my monther actually in Notting Hill, called The Misunderstood, who made a couple of classic singles for Fontana and then disappeared, pretty much.
And the lead singer came back to try and sort out his draft thing and he came along, he came to stay with us in San Bernadino, and he kept going on about these people that he'd seen in London, Hendrix and the Pink Floyd, and I was very taken with the name at the time - the Pink Floyd seemed like a good name to me (still does, actually). So, one of the first things I wanted to do when I got back here, which was in the spring of 1967 to go and work for Radio London, was to go and see Hendrix and the Floyd and indeed I did. The first time I ever saw them was at the old UFO club in Tottenham Court Road, where all of the hippies used to put on our Kaftans and bells and beads and go and lie on the floor in an altered condition and listen to whatever was going on.
The Floyd were going on one night, I must admit, I'm ashamed to say it, I don't remember the Floyd as vividly as I remember Arthur Brown, 'cos I mean Arthur Brown, at that time, used to just stand there and insult the members of the audience in much the same way as people like Johnny Rotten seem to do now.
And, so the first time I ever... I used to see the Floyd y'know, but they were just like a band that you saw, y'know you didn't really pay a lot of attention to them, and I think the first time I really took a great deal of notice of what they were doing, was at the time of the release of the first LP. And then it suddenly seemed, you suddenly realised, like with the first Hendrix LP really, you suddenly realise that was something very, very important and I'd like to be able to convince you that I was into the Pink Floyd years before anyone else, but I was probably into the Pink Floyd a year after everybody else! But that first LP obviously came as a bit of a revelation...