Thursday, 28 July 2016

Kansas City - Marcus Mumford



I listen to you time and time again
While you tell me just what's right
And you tell me a thousand things a day
Then sleep somewhere's else at night
I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

And you call me to come, then I do
And you say you made some mistake
You invite me into your house
Then you say you gotta pay for what you break
I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long
And I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

Gypsy woman, you know every place I go
Even a thousand miles away from home
You don't care if I'm asleep or I'm awake
This fickle heart just turn to stone
I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

Saturday, 23 July 2016

Love Like Blood - Killing Joke



We must play our lives like soldiers in the field
The life is short
I'm running faster all the time
Strength and beauty destined to decay
So cut the rose in full bloom

'Til the fearless come and the act is done
A love like blood
A love like blood

'Til the fearless come and the act is done
A love like blood
A love like blood

Everyday through all frustration and despair
Love and hate fight with burning hearts 
Til legends live and man is god again
And self-preservation rules the day no more
 
We must dream of promised lands and fields
That's never fade in season
As we move towards no end we learn to die
Red tears are shed on gray

'Til the fearless come and the act is done
'Til the fearless come and the act is done
 

Friday, 8 July 2016

Atlantic City - Bruce Springsteen



Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night 
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight 

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty 

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus


Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty 

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold 

But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
So put on your stockin's 'cause the night's getting' cold

And maybe everything dies that's a fact 
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm
Gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back


Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City