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Wailing Wailing (Bob Marley) · Escaped [Souls Winning Souls] (Mour) · Wailing (Bob Marley) · Wailing with Lou (Lou Donaldson) · Live & Wailing (Carmen McRae) · The Wailing Wailers at Studio One, Vol. 2 (Bob Marley) · The Wailing Dervishes (Herbie Mann) · Wailing with Lou (Lou Donaldson) · The Wailing Wailers at Studio One, Vol. 2 (Bob Marley) · The Family of Mann/The Wailing Dervishes (Herbie Mann) – and 90 other albums »


real, the rest is seeming

Oh, deep pain
Feeling that won't go away
There's the sound of his soul in the air
I can hear it up there
And I know he
real, the rest is seeming

Oh, deep pain
Feeling that won't go away
There's the sound of his soul in the air
I can hear it up there
And I know he
Sweet music
Sweet music
Why do my heart skips a beat?
Pretty music
What makes the soul come out of me?
Pretty music
Somebody's really gotta
Wait for me by the banshee tree 
Let me be your wailing companion 
Pass 'em on by  don't look 'em in the eye 
Suicide Alley is callin' 
You
one ya Wailing Soul you no the joke 

Better stop this cultural diffusion
Spreading fear and confusion
Playing cloak and dagger wars
Losing what
one ya Wailing Soul you no the joke 

Better stop this cultural diffusion
Spreading fear and confusion
Playing cloak and dagger wars
Losing what
So you honestly believe in me
Though I wake up every night, oh
And I've been dreaming of a second rush
While the first one leaves your eye

What
you're losing control
What we all need to get by is
A little o soul

Whoa oh
Little bit of soul
What we all need
To survive
Is just
A little bit o
somebody rescue me?
From this dead end street, oh yeah

Crosstown traffic, sirens wailing, screaming in my ear
It's got me on the run, gotta move on outta
The fantasy of roll!
The ticking of the clock,
The wailing of the soul!
The prisoner in the dock,
The digger in the hole,
We're in this together, and ever
Turn out the light
And lay here and wait with half-closed eyes
You would scare most with your presence
It's your complexion if that's what it's
It must be love
Oh what a feeling
I sit at home alone
I wait here by the phone
I know you never call
Oh what a feeling.

It must be love
It must be love
Oh what a feeling
I sit at home alone
I wait here by the phone
I know you never call
Oh what a feeling.

It must be love
In compromise and neglect
Redemption of introspect
In vortex of wailing doubt
From a well of confute spout
The truth held in grave stealth
Touched by
And a siren wailing on the other side of town

Oh the TVs on and the colors really hurt my head
If I could think straight I'd wish that I was dead
Or curled
Look into the wailing wall 
Tell me what you see 
Is there anyone out there? 
Look into your tea cup 
Tell me what you read 
Is there anyone out
Feel the beat in your soul
Moving to the rhythm
Pumping til ya cant take no more

Dance if you want to
Do what you came to
You cant ignore the feeling
the honey pot and, your pot is hot 
Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got 
To lova rocka rocka me to my soul 
Oh love me to my soul, rock me
Afraid that I might finish last,
I hooked a curve too hard and lost control,
Oh I never know which way it's gonna go.

But what a feeling chasing the sun,
was wailing my guitar
Somehow this rock'n'roll music sure got a hold on me

Somewhere I know, I sold my soul
Sold it to the devil or the king
drummers)

And when they get that feeling (The soul drummers)
No matter where they're from (The soul drummers)
That's what let people shout (The soul
, oh what a feeling
What a feeling when we love
What a feeling, oh what a feeling
I will never get enough
Everything that you do, it convinces me more
[Chorus]
Oh, what a feeling
When we're dancing on the ceiling
Oh, what a feeling
When we're dancing on the ceiling

The room is hot and that's good
the honey pot and, your pot is hot 
Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got 
To lova rocka rocka me to my soul 
Oh love me to my soul, rock me
let them bury your soul in concrete and steel

So what's so bad about feeling good?
What's so bad, what's so bad?
What's so bad about feeling good?