Lyrics:
on my weary mind
No matter where i fly or where i fall
if i swim or drown
In my mind im haunted by
That old familiar sound
i met a woman
she turned my
fear when she's cutting down years
An unstoppable wave, governed by rage
No mercy for anyone caught in the path of a scorned woman's wrath
I am
If some day I ever am deaf
I'll still hear your voice til the day of my death
And if by chance I lose my hands
I'll reminisce your tender skin,
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
Morning prayers took the girl unawares
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldn't tell if
Cut to a slightly blurred black and white photo of a
Housewife with her face blotted out by a black oblong.
Presenter Hello, Mrs Teal!
Cut back
very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower
that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
the largest role in this "Don Juan"
Christine Daaé, she doesn't have the voice
Signora, please!
Then I take it, you're agreeing
She's behind this
It
found out what changed the game
A woman’s voice, twisting your heart away
You were swayed by words that were foreign to me
You shattered our love,
the woman of the day
You come and everybody wants to stay
Soothing voice, pretty mouth
You can talk your way out
Prototype from ash
But you're from bones 'n
Lord help ya to carry life's load
It could all pass you by down on dead man's road
Now I got a good woman
Ya know she's looking out for me
And if
The girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go
You
phone
Familiar voice comes out of the machine
"What are you doing?", "wanna meet?"
Sent from the heavens by an unholy god
That for once doesn't take,
Inescapable belief
That they can't see through,
"that tone ain't a woman's"
I know that
It's different enough
Is it real or just
Bit of fear
That
I walk the streets of London
And notice in the faces passing by
Something that makes me stop and listen
My heart grows heavy with the cry
Where
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
I remember the day I called mama on the telephone
I told her mama I'm getting married
I could hear her voice on the other side of the telephone she
but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never
We don't really know much about her
We don't really know her name
But the way she was treated
Was a shame
She heard the angry voices
There was
I am a woman and I got the power (fly fly)
I am a woman and I got the power (fly)
I'm gonna take you all by storm
I've the best of both worlds
I am
that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
for women across nations
Brought by civilisation
Fast forward to years down the line, I realize
I am woman; I will not let myself get noticed because
Let me kiss you... on your poo poo la la
Let me kiss you... on your poo poo la la
Verse 1: Roy Ayers
She was the kind of woman that would trim your
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