Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart feat. Sinéad O'Connor - Visions Of You

I'm not numbed out anymore
Not longer filled with hate and pain
No longer drenched in shame
I'm not numbed out anymore
Now I am the key to the door

The kingdom of heaven lies inside
Makes a circle with the turning tide
Now the circle is complete
And the heart and mind they meet
The kingdom of heaven lies inside

I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endless

It's a vision for me and for you
Hell can be a circle too
Repetition unbroken
The truth remains unspoken
A vision for me and for you

I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endlessly

I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endlessly

I'm not numbed out anymore
No longer filled with hate and pain
No longer drenched in shame
I'm not numbed out anymore
Now I am the key to the door

I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you endlessly
I love visions of you
I love
Visions of you
I love visions of you endlessly
I love
Visions of you

Zwan - Declarations Of Faith

This man you love, this boy you hate
The hills are his in all embrace
Enchanted and not soon lost
This man you call with lover's draw
So coarse in kind it can't be sought
For leaving is what i do

I declare myself
Declare myself of faith
I declare myself
Declare myself of faith

Ever wonder why they kill the weak ones, baby
There's no one here to care
Someone always thought a good reason, baby
Just why we're really here
Affirm my power to spend my dollars, to get us home, yeah
I've got no money, got no secrets

Maybe we were born to kiss another
Maybe we were born to run forever
Or maybe we were born to come together, or whatever
Kiss me alone

This boy you chance, this man you'll find
Will dry the tears behind your eyes
So stop laughing and play the muse
This heartache rots that which spills
From my heart into your will
So give in to the rivers wind

I declare myself
Declare myself of faith
I declare myself
Declare myself of faith

Every wonder why they kill the weak ones, baby
So they can to testify
For every single ghost on that freeway, baby
Has got to give a mild holler to spend my dollars
We've got to get away
I've got no money, got no secrets

Maybe we were born to love each other
Maybe we were born to run forever
Or maybe we were born to come together, or whatever

Kiss me alone
Kiss me alone
Kiss me alone
Kiss me alone

Maybe we were born to love
Maybe we were born to love
Maybe we were born to love
Maybe we were born to love each other

Kiss me alone
Kiss me alone
Kiss me alone
Kiss me alone

Maybe we were born to love
Maybe we were born to love
Maybe we were born to love each other
Kiss me alone

U2 - Red Hill Mining Town

From father to son
The blood runs thin
Ooh, see the faces frozen (still)
Against the wind.

The seam is split
The coal-face cracked
The lines are long
There's no going back.

Through hands of steel
And heart of stone
Our labour day
Has come and gone.

They leave me holdin' on
In Red Hill Town.
See the lights go down on ...

Hangin' on
You're all that's left to hold on to.
I'm still waiting
I'm hangin' on
You're all that's left to hold on to.

The glass is cut
The bottle run dry.
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night.

We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt.
I can lose myself
You I can't live without.

Yeah, you keep me holdin' on
In Red Hill Town.
See the lights go down on

Hangin' on
You're all that's left to hold on to.
I'm still waiting
I'm hangin' on
You're all that's left to hold on to
On to.

We scorch the earth
Set fire to the sky
And we stooped so low
To reach so high.

A link is lost
The chain undone.
We wait all day
For night to come
And it comes like a hunter (child).

I'm hangin' on
You're all that's left to hold on to.
I'm still waiting
I'm hangin' on
You're all that's left to hold on to.

We see love, slowly stripped away
Our love has seen its better day.
Hangin' on
Lights go down on Red Hill
The lights go down on Red Hill.
The lights go down on Red Hill.
The lights go down on Red Hill Town..

Depeche Mode - Higher Love

I can taste more than feel
This burning inside is so real
I can almost lay my hands upon
The warm glow that lingers on

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love

I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole

And leads me by the hand to infinity
That lies in wait at the heart of me

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love

Heaven bound on the wings of love
There's so much that you can rise above

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, moved, by a higher love
By a higher love

I surrender heart and soul
Sacrificed to a higher goal

Moved, moved by a higher love
By a higher love

Beastie Boys - Check Your Head

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all

Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh

Well, Mike D, what's up?
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onion
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm gettin' souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
See, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all

Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh

Well, Mike D (huh), what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
I've got every type of flavor style that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the high hat

Finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good, y'all

Yo, Yauch, what up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab ahold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and bustin' some treats and
Sporting the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lacking from the macking I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
Well, I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff

I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream

We're gonna be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man Mario C
My brother Adrock cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all

This Mortal Coil - Help Me Lift You Up

I don't have to tell you that you're all alone
Hear what you will, you're not gone
You'll have to be with your kind
I'll have to stay with my own kind
Help me lift you up, help me lift you up

So sorry if I can't stop pretending
So sorry if I don't let you go
Like this, but not like this is ending
I think you know, I think you know
Help me lift you up, help me lift you up

I have a dream, it's very clear
You're all around, but never near
Help me lift you up, help me lift you up

(originally recorded by Mary Margaret O'Hara)

Lykke Li - NO HOTEL

There's no hotel
No cigarettes
And you're still in love
With someone else

It's cracking dawn
Street soaking wet
And I'm on your doorstep
Not losing yet

'Cause in the back of my mind
I'm in the back of your car
So now, baby, rewind
Take me back, uh huh

Back in my bed
Back in my heart
Back in my
Back in my arms

Back in my bed
Under my heart
Back in my
Back in my arms

Heart beat half dead
I carry blue
With every step
I'm not over you

'Cause in the back of my mind
I'm in the back of your car
So now, baby, rewind
Take me back, uh huh

Back in my bed
Back in my heart
Back in my
Back in my arms

Back in my bed
Under my heart
Back in my
Back in my arms

Arcade Fire - Intervention

The king's taken back the throne
The useless seed is sown
When they say they're cutting off the phone
I tell 'em you're not home

No place to hide
You were fighting as a soldier on their side
You're still a soldier in your mind
Though nothing's on the line

You say it's money that we need
As if we're only mouths to feed
I know no matter what you say
There are some debts you'll never pay

Working for the Church while your family dies
You take what they give you and you keep it inside
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"

I can taste the fear
Lift me up and take me out of here
Don't wanna fight, don't wanna die
Just wanna hear you cry

Who's gonna throw the very first stone?
Oh! Who's gonna reset the bone?
Walking with your head in a sling
Wanna hear the soldier sing:
"Been working for the Church while my family dies
Your little baby sister's gonna lose her mind
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home"
Hear the soldier groan "We'll go at it alone.

I can taste your fear
It's gonna lift you up and take you out of here
And the bone shall never heal
I care not if you kneel

We can't find you now
But they're gonna get the money back somehow
And when you finally disappear
We'll just say you were never here

Working for the church while your life falls apart
Singing halleluiah with the fear in your heart
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"

God Is An Astronaut - Spectres

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Placebo - Scared Of Girls

An introverted kind of soul
The earth did open, swallow whole

Careenin', careenin'
Careenin', careenin'

Her next of kin who lived in sin
Was asking God to let her in

Careenin', careenin'
Careenin', careenin'

I'm a man, a liar, guaranteed in your bed
I gotta place it on the rack, got a place inside it
Got a place inside it, got a place inside it

An extroverted kinda girl
Did tour the world with MC5

Careenin', careenin'
Careenin', careenin'

Her younger sister, had a blister
Where I kissed her on her thigh

Careenin', careenin'
Careenin', careenin'

I'm a man, a liar, guaranteed in your bed
I gotta place it on the rack, got a place inside it
Got a place inside it, got a place inside it