lyrics Sixpence

[00:19]Kiss me
[00:22]Out of the bearded barley
[00:24]Nightly
[00:26]Beside the green green grass
[00:29]Swing swing
[00:31]Swing the spinning step
[00:34]You wear those shoes and I will
[00:36]Wear that dress oh....

SIXPENCE NONE THE RICHER - Kiss Me

[00:19]Kiss me
[00:22]Out of the bearded barley
[00:24]Nightly
[00:26]Beside the green green grass
[00:29]Swing swing
[00:31]Swing the spinning step
[00:34]You wear those shoes and I will
[00:36]Wear that dress oh....

[02:18][01:29][00:38]Kiss me
[02:21][01:31][00:41]Beneath the milky twilight
[02:23][01:33][00:43]Lead me
[02:26][01:36][00:45]Out on the moonlit floor
[02:28][01:38][00:48]Lift your open hand
[02:31][01:40][00:50]Strike up the band and make the fireflies
[02:33][01:43][00:53]Dance silver moon's sparkling
[02:39][01:49][00:59]So kiss me
[01:03]
[01:09]Kiss me
[01:12]Down by the broken tree house
[01:14]Swing me
[01:17]Upon its hanging tire
[01:19]Bring bring
[01:21]Bring your flowered hat
[01:24]We'll take the trail marked on your
[01:26]father's map oh...
[02:43]
[02:48]So kiss me....
[02:58]So kiss me....
[03:08]So kiss me....


SIXPENCE NONE THE RICHERS - There She Goes

[00:08]There she goes
[00:12]There she goes again
[00:16]Racing through my brain
[00:20]And I just can't contain
[00:24]This feeling that remains

[00:30]There she blows
[00:34]There she blows again
[00:38]Pulsing through my vein
[00:42]And I just can't contain
[00:46]This feeling that remains

[01:10]There she goes
[01:14]There she goes again
[01:18]Racing through my brain
[01:22]And I just can't contain
[01:26]This feeling that remains

[01:32]There she goes
[01:36]There she goes again
[01:39]She calls my name
[01:41]She pulls my train
[01:43]No one else could heal my pain
[01:48]And I just can't contain
[01:52]This feeling that remains

[02:18][01:56]There she goes
[02:00]There she goes again
[02:04]Chasing down my lane
[02:08]And I just can't contain
[02:12]This feeling that remains


Anything

This is my forty-fifth depressing tune
They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb
And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight
'Cause the black in our pockets won't let us fight a proper fight
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem, maybe?
'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune
Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons
But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle and the vinyl play
All the songs of the pain, songs that explain all our circles and strains
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?
'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

We're all dying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
"Yes, we should like to see you pack your tents, shut down your show."
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

Oh, anything would be fine


Dancing Queen (Lyrics written by ABBA)

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a King
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
(Oh yeah)
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen


Love

"You must be the seed.
Descend into the earth
Searching for the union of death
And then rebirth."

But I need love
It is patience, it is kindness
I need love
It is rain after the dryness
I need love
Sister Wisdom, help me see
It's the one thing that I need
The only thing that I need

"The Harvester is near
His blade is on your skin
To plant a new beginning."

Well then let the cut begin

But I need love
It is patience, it is kindness
I need love
It is rain after the dryness
I need love
Sister Wisdom, help me see
It's the one thing that I need
The only thing that I need

"The Harvester is near
His blade is on your skin
To plant a new beginning."

Well then let the cut begin
Let the cut begin

Puedo Escribir

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta
El vienot de la noche gira en el cielo

(The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
The night wind revolves in the sky.)

Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocio.

(To hear the immense night, still more immense without her
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines
The saddest lines about her.


Sister, Mother

My life is plagued
By mistakes, broken love, slaps in the face
But I'm trying to care, to dare to embrace your face

Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother for now

I want to find where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine
I heard she takes you in and gives you the words
You need said

If you'll be her brother
She'll kiss you like a sister
She'll even be your mother for now

Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother
Let it be my father
I will be her brother
Kiss her like a sister
Come and be my mother forever


The Lines of My Earth


The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
I need a drink, but the well has run dry
And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again
For the money we shall make

This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it
This is the las song that I write
'Til you tell me other wise
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore

It should be our time
This fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain
The harvest is high, but the well has gone dry
And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again
About the money we shall make

This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore

The Waiting Room

Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby
Beat the fate-walls enclosing you, maybe
God will unlock the cage of learning for you
Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby
Kick and scream at the wicked things, maybe
God will unlock the door you need to walk through
When will it happen, baby?
It could be near, but then maybe it could be far

Here we are in the waiting room of the world
We will wait until you call our name out loud
In the waiting room of the world
We will wait until you call our name out loud

And the battle will never end well
You can't marry our heaven to your hell
We, Prolific, and you, the Devourer, need to see
Some things are sacred, baby
Why have you gone and trampled them lately
I guess it's just all a part of your way

You should be ashamed
I'm getting tired of fighting
I guess I should ask, "Do I go quietly down?
Do I kick, do I scream when I'm bound?
Are you coming to open the door?
Are you near?
Are you near?
Is it far?"

Here we are in the waiting room of the world
We will wait until you call our name out loud
In the waiting room of the world
We will wait until you call our name out loud


We Have Forgotten


Dreams, inconsistent angel things
Horses bred with star-laced wings
But it's hard to make them fly, fly, fly
These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town
One goes up and one goes down
And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound

We have forgotten (Don't try to make me fly)
How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine)
How it used to be (Don't go and let me down)
How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town)

When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground
Will I unwillingly shoot them down
With all my petty fears and doubts, down, down?

We have forgotten (Am I in love with this?)
How it used to be (My constant broken ship)
How it used to be (Don't go, I'll shoot you down
How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town)