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the volunteer
03:46
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When I set this world ablaze,
will you dare to walk beside me
through flame and pain?
As I hide in fields of rain
would you dare to sleep beside me
gun in hand?
I’m not quite sure anymore,
I’m not quite sure what this is for…
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone.
If I leave these words in your hands,
could you carry all their weight
upon your fragile shoulders?
Would you try to understand
that what I do, I do for you,
You are my home…
I am so tired of Black and Tans,
I am so tired, could you understand?
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone.
I see you walk
alone
in the dark,
I must have dreamt you.
…And I am so tired of Black and Tans,
I am so tired, could you understand?
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone…
All alone…
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paradise
03:26
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The boys gather at the bar
to laugh at what they’ve found,
then she walks through the open doors
and wrestles them to the ground;
Promises are made in haste
beneath the covers of a sheet…And a face.
In the early light
of a tired dawn
I learned your name.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
Outside the doors the girls walk by
a dime a dozen to the shout;
I thought I had all their tricks
and their promises figured out.
She leaves behind a pair of earrings,
a dress, and a ring…Just simple things,
but the longer I keep,
the less I sleep,
all I feel is pain.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
I find my way
beneath her touch,
she doesn’t understand
how much I trust
a single word
to a lonely mind
becomes divine…
To free myself
from her gentle touch,
I pull my hand away,
but it doesn’t mean much
it seems insane
to like this pain
you leave me Naked and Chained…
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so this is america
04:25
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Into the walled city
the ghosts stumble dazed,
amidst cardboard mansions
a man and life part ways;
a hand reaches for food
but finds only tin
who’s grinning colored label
adds insult to pain…
So this is America…
So this is America…
So this is America,
where has my dream gone?
Into the glass battlefield
another dolly flies
as a frustrated angel’s scream
mingles with a dying man’s cries;
but the paper trail is often deadlier
than the other gang’s gun
for the Angel’s hands are tied,
chained to the money man’s loan…
So this is America…
So this is America…
So this is America,
where has my dream gone?
Into the wooden halls
the paper makes its way,
with the voices of the many,
it might just live to see the day…
But can we last this long
or will we fade to grey
like the hobo and the doctor,
or a gunshot in the haze?
Like a gunshot in the haze…
Like a gunshot in the haze…
So this is America…
So this is America…
So this is America,
where has my dream gone?
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4. |
naked and chained
04:53
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The boys gather at the bar
to laugh at what they’ve found,
then she walks through the open doors
and wrestles them to the ground;
Promises are made in haste
beneath the covers of a sheet…And a face.
In the early light
of a tired dawn
I learned your name.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
Outside the doors the girls walk by
a dime a dozen to the shout;
I thought I had all their tricks
and their promises figured out.
She leaves behind a pair of earrings,
a dress, and a ring…Just simple things,
but the longer I keep,
the less I sleep,
all I feel is pain.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
You leave me naked, oh,
Naked and Chained.
I find my way
beneath her touch,
she doesn’t understand
how much I trust
a single word
to a lonely mind
becomes divine…
To free myself
from her gentle touch,
I pull my hand away,
but it doesn’t mean much
it seems insane
to like this pain
you leave me Naked and Chained…
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5. |
king rat child
05:01
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Beneath the streets of Bogota,
look around, you’ll see them thrive
amidst the sewers they build their lives
and Wilson rules the forgotten tribe,
he knows there’s no justice for his kind…
He says, “El Cartucho is our home,
a flower that has lost its bloom,
and on this street we all converge together
now in the dark, we only find comfort in our brothers…”
He stands up tall amidst the small
and doles out the justice he feels right;
Within these shadows his word is law,
Wilson rules the forgotten tribe-
he is the King Rat Child
Amidst ourselves we choose the names
of gringo stars and baseball games;
our brotherhood is one of need
‘cause only Jaime (Jaramillo) really cares
enough to stop and help us breathe…
Now Jaime walks side by side,
he’s not afraid of those who hide
beneath these streets, he knows the truth
lies in the words from Wilson’s mouth-
the King Rat Child
Blood is cheap and words flow freely
when the media talks of us at all,
they say that we are all “Disposables”
and don’t even stop to think
that words of hate could make us fall…
Now Wilson walks, his head held high
in spite the insults they let fly,
and they all follow, young and old,
from the darkness to the light…
He stands up tall amidst them all
and doles out the justice he sees right;
Within these shadows his word is Law,
Wilson rules the forgotten tribe-
he is the King Rat Child…
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the tree
05:18
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Look in front of you
and tell me, what do you see?
This tree standing there on its own,
is it what it seems to be?
I look in front of me
and see you standing there-
we gaze at the same spot,
but catch a different glare.
To whom does Truth belong
in this bright yet deceptive field
where eyes converge together
yet cannot see what’s real?
There are two sides to every story,
(two sides to every truth)
There are two truths to every word,
and no single side is worth dying for
until the other one is heard…
I see my line in your reflection,
I see your soul in my reaction,
we taste each other’s breath with reason
and learn to read each other’s pain;
still the tree stands between us,
on the outside, not much has changed,
but all around, our common vision
has taken us to a higher plane…
There are two sides to every story,
(two sides to every truth)
There are two truths to every word,
and no single side is worth dying for
until the other one is heard…
There are two sides to every story,
(two sides to every truth)
There are two truths to every word,
and no single side is worth dying for
until the other one is heard.
Oh, won’t you listen,
listen to my story
one more time…
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7. |
crazy to me
05:07
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Heard it said that the man in the mirror
has lost his mind, ‘cause the man in the mirror
he lost his soul;
heard it said that the man in the mirror
has lost it all, ‘cause the man in the mirror
he sold his soul-
Do you believe? Oh, do you believe?
Lead the blind and run with the money,
feed the greed and you will learn to rule;
set the rules but cheat and ignore them,
feed the need and Truth becomes a secondary tool-
Do you believe
those crazy words he speaks?
It seems so crazy, so damn crazy to me…
Heard it said the man in the glass cage
found himself buried beneath his books now;
sold his mind, sold his soul to the Devil,
sold his faith and lost himself in his own lies-
It seems so crazy,
so crazy the things we need to believe!
It seems so crazy, it seems so crazy…
Damn crazy to me
Crazy to me…
A word in the air, a word on the screen,
a word on the radio
will make the dreamer dream…
A word in the Book, a word on the page,
a word in his mouth
becomes the word of a sage…
A word in my soul sold for a dollar,
a dollar in his pocket
is worth the soul of another…
A word from his book, a lie from a sage,
one man’s disciple
becomes another man’s slave… He’s crazy…
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8. |
page of lies
04:49
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Les camps sont tous caches
et je n’entend rien;
les visages perdus
ne sont pas des miens-
et je n,essaie que de survivre
ces tempts difficiles,
tou ce que j’ai fait et dit
n’etait que pour me famille…
Que pour ma famille…
Et moi.
Wer war dieses Volk
das in der Nacht vershwunden ist,
dessen einsame Schrie
im Nebel verklungen sind?
Ich tat nur das
was man mir befahl,
aber das Blut klebt immer noch
an mienen Handen
We didn’t see anything,
we didn’t say a word
as they were all carted away,
we live
in a missing page of lies.
Barbed wire and fence
for kinfolk in doubt
who’s color and race
is a disgrace to us,
but who are we to judge
this melting pot of lies
where Truth is revered,
but true history feared?
You’ve cheated your books
one too many times, my friend,
and I’ve read all the pages you tore out…
We didn’t see anything,
we didn’t say a word
as they were all carted away,
we live
in a missing page of lies…
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10. |
the volunteer (acoustic)
04:28
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When I set this world ablaze,
will you dare to walk beside me
through flame and pain?
As I hide in fields of rain
would you dare to sleep beside me
gun in hand?
I’m not quite sure anymore,
I’m not quite sure what this is for…
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone.
If I leave these words in your hands,
could you carry all their weight
upon your fragile shoulders?
Would you try to understand
that what I do, I do for you,
You are my home…
I am so tired of Black and Tans,
I am so tired, could you understand?
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone.
I see you walk
alone
in the dark,
I must have dreamt you.
…And I am so tired of Black and Tans,
I am so tired, could you understand?
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, home alone,
(You are all the world to me)
Sleep tight tonight, all alone…
All alone…
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11. |
winterland
10:01
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You say,
“It’s time to move beyond
this Winterland,
these rust covered hills
have sold their charms
to another fan…
You don’t belong here anymore,
please leave and close the door,
I’ll forget you,
one day, you’ll forget me too…”
What about me?
I’ve given all I had to give
to these lands,
You say,
“Move on,”
but I have nowhere else to go…
You say,
“It’s time to move beyond
this Winterland,
to leave behind
these charred remains
and this bitter sand…
Bury the past
like nothing ever came of it
at all…”
How fast you forget
we who built these walls…
What about me?
I’ve given all I had to give
to these lands,
You say,
“Move on,”
but I have nowhere left to go…
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lawrence collins band Bordeaux, France
Lawrence Collins is an american-egyptian singer songwriter, born in France and brought up in France, England, India, and the United States who speaks 4 languages fluently. His music reflects a life spent travelling and experimenting with different cultures, and he has produced 8 studio albums, a movie soundtrack, a live album, and played over 1700 shows during his 20 year career. ... more
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