Saturday, September 27, 2008

Lyrics I Like :: Chris Rea > Auberge (4:40)

Chris Rea › Auberge (4:40)
 
On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
Theres a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this bodys got a mind of its own

This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge

You meet the silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesnt matter

This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge

Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Dont like what Im seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And youll die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing please mister please

This is the naked truth
This is the light
Theres only one place left to go
Auberge

Lyrics I like :: Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton

Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven lyrics

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

(instrumental)

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Lyrics I like :: Road To Hell by Chris Rhea

Road To Hell - Chris Rhea

Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that i knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow
She said 'son what are you doing here
My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
I said 'mama i come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell'
She said 'son this is the road to hell'
On your journey cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell