Lyrics:
baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me
Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair
Man she knocked me out the way she
What good is sitting alone In your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
Music now, music now, music now....
Music now is quite amazing
Musicians unite against the enemy
Writing is a job, making someone look dumb is not
Well I can't stop the music
I could stop it before
Now I don't want to hear it
Don't want to hear it no more
No more
I can't stop the music
I
to his pride
And if he should change his mind, give up the music and the wine
I'll be standing by to be the next in line
I know his favorite song so
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller
"The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance
We're living by computer
The sound is rushing through ya
Believe in what your eyes see
You're in touch with the energy
The rhythm of the heartbeat
It is better to light just one little candle,
Than to stumble in the dark!
Better far that you light just one little candle,
All you need's a tiny
the Indian summer
Where we'll go walking
Down by the weeping willow tree
Won't you meet me
In the Indian summer
We'll go walking to eternity
It's not
...
We've come together by God's demand
Whether it be for life, or death
Well, this morning, it's over the mourning of one of our little brothers
stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool
And I keep it for any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin'
I'm just bumpin' my music as I'm spinnin' the ben
keep sailin' keep the storm clouds far away and
Hand in hand we'll walk together side by side
Please don't pay me attention to someone that they should
Ah, let's let these boys play some Christmas music
And that is sweeter than Christmas candy
Oh, I just love Christmas
All the celebrations, all
I know you love music
I know you like sound
Some people like rhythm
Well just stick around
This is the music
For all who love beat
Soup in
such sweet music
Together we can make it right
Oh, together we can make such sweet music
Together we can make it right, mmm, mmm
Now when you're
at two cards,
They seem to be handmade.
One looks like it's the ace of diamonds,
The other looks like it is the ace of spades.
Well, I'm standin'
Mocking bird never says a word
But his pretty music must be heard
Well there is no music with a beat of
The tippity tippity tap of happy feet
Honey
it don't stop, it don't stop"
"The thugs is in the house, (we in duh house)
The thugs is in the house, (we turn it out)
The thugs is in the house,
a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting
That lovers had thrown
Won't you help me
Mr. wishing well (wishing well)?
Is it too much that I ask
Just a penny's worth of
Happiness (happiness)?
I was born and raised on country music
The kind that grows inside your bones
I've been fried by spot lights and wine
Picking up and having some good
never easy
It's short of the hope we have for happiness
Bright and sweet
Love is never easy street!
Now we are black and white
Embracing out in
Givin' up all around me
Faces full a' pain
I try to play my music
They say my music's too loud
I try to talkin about it
I got the big run around
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And an old weepin'
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