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Chris De Burgh
Chris De Burgh


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Настоящее имя Christopher John Davison
Дата рождения 15 октября 1948 г.
Откуда Venado Tuerto, Santa Fe Province, Argentina
Жанры Soft Rock
Pop Rock
Годы 1974—н.в.
Лейблы A&M Records
Edel Music
Сайт Website



Альбом Chris De Burgh


Timing Is Everything (2002)
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I'm living with a guilty secret, deep in my heart,
Living in a guilty secret life;

We meet at night, we stay out late,
And we avoid the man who makes her life so bad,
'Cos he doesn't want her, the way that I want her,
He doesn't need her the way I do;

The phone is hot with whispered words,
And when we can't speak we have textual delight,
'Cos he doesn't need her, the way that I need her,
He doesn't love her the way I do;

We're living with a guilty secret deep in our hearts,
Living in a guilty secret life,
And anytime I want to see her,
Just have to dream, I love her;

Oh it's alright, 'cos we've got time
- A good thing's worth waiting for -
And it's my life and I can say that
She's mine, mine, mine;

There was a time, he was my friend,
But now the way he treats that woman is the end,
And she doesn't love him, the way that she loves me,
She doesn't want him anymore;

We're living with a guilty secret deep in our hearts,
Living in a guilty secret life, and anytime I want to see her,
Just have to dream, I love her, I really love her,
Oh it's alright, 'cos we've got time - a good thing's worth
Waiting for - and it's my life, and nobody knows that
She's mine, mine, mine;

We're living with a guilty secret, deep in our hearts,
Living in a guilty secret life,
Mmm, living with a guilty secret, deep in our hearts,
Living in a guilty secret life,
Living with a guilty secret, deep in our hearts,
Living in a guilty secret life,
We meet at night - guilty secret,
We stay out late - guilty secret,
The phone is hot - guilty secret,
Whispered words - guilty secret,
Mmm, living with a guilty secret, deep in our hearts,

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If beds could talk, mine would be singing,
Singing about the time when you and I were lovers,
All night long, we could not stop,
They were amazing times, they were the crazy times,
They were the best that I have known,
Another place to fly, another taste to try,
We were awake in a beautiful dream;

If beds could talk, mine would be saying,
Come back and hold me in your arms again,
If beds could talk, mine would be calling,
Come back and let me love you once again;

If walls could hear, mine would remember
Every word we said when you and I were lovers,
All night long, we could not stop,
Remember every kiss, and every touch of lips,
And every sensual delight,
They were hypnotic times, they were erotic times,
They were a thousand Arabian nights;

If beds could talk, mine would be saying,
Come back and hold me in your arms again,
If beds could talk, mine would be calling,
Come back and let me love you once again;

If beds could talk, if walls could hear, if windows see, imagine,
The moments and the memories, they all come flooding back,
If tables turn, if wheels caress, if mirrors see the passion,
You'd be the best of them all;

If beds could talk, mine would be saying,
Come back and hold me in your arms again,
If beds could talk, mine would remember, so
Come back and let me love you once again,
If beds could talk - mine would be singing,
If beds could talk - mine would remember,
If beds could talk - mine would be calling,
If beds could talk - mine would be waiting,
If beds could talk - mine would be singing,
If beds could talk,
If beds could talk,

. . .



It was late in a Lebanese restaurant, in the heat of a Lebanese night,
There was dancing, people were singing, she came in from the garden outside,
And in her eyes I saw the stars,
And I felt something happen in my heart;

Then I knew I was going to meet her in the heat of a Lebanese night,
And the girl inside the woman, who came over to sit by my side,
And when she smiled, the whole world stopped,
It was then I heard the echoes of a child;

And did you go to your bed with a sweet lullaby,
And the sound of the guns in the night,
And did you dance in the fields, did you run for your life,
From the hell that came down from the sky?
On a Lebanese night, on a Lebanese night;

We went down to the edge of the water, by the light of a Lebanese dawn,
And she told me all the stories of her beautiful land in the war,
Her tears fell down, the sun came up,
And I saw again the young girl in her eyes;

And did you go to your bed with a sweet lullaby,
And the sound of the guns in the night,
And did you dance in the fields, did you run for your life,
From the hell that came down from the sky?
On a Lebanese night, on a Lebanese night;

All of my life, all I have known,
only a place where peace cannot go;
All over the world, the gift from before,
nothing is left for the children of war;

And did you go to your bed with a sweet lullaby,
And the sound of the guns in the night,
And did you dance in the fields, did you run for your life,
From the hell that came down from the sky?
On a Lebanese night, on a Lebanese night,
On a Lebanese night, on a Lebanese night,

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We play the game, we pay the price, with luck that comes and goes,
No matter what the Gods decide, we always spoil their show,
Just like when you are finally near the lover of your dreams,
And as you stand there waiting, she turns and walks away;

And you discover that timing is everything, you've got to get it right,
Timing is everything in life;

We break apart when world's collide, as everybody knows, we know it!
You hear she'll be somebody's bride, and just can't let her go,
So get down to the church, and let her see you once again,
Before you know it she's kissing you, and throws the ring away;

And then she whispers to you, timing is everything, you finally got it right,
Timing is everything in life, timing is everything in life;

Sooner or later all good things come to your heart, in life
It's a waiting game;

When you remember that timing is everything, you've got to get it right,
Timing is everything in life, timing is everything,
Timing is everything, timing is everything, timing is everything,
We play the game, we pay the price - timing is everything,
No matter what the Gods decide - timing is everything,
We break apart when worlds collide - timing is everything,
We play the game, we pay the price - timing is everything,
No matter what the Gods decide - timing is everything,

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How many times can I look in your eyes,
And say I have nothing to give?
And how many more times must I wake in the night
With dreams of the way that you live?

Well I can hear you crying in silence,
I can see you, lost in the dark,
And I am near you, turn to me now,
There's room in this heart tonight;

So many people all over the world
Are living in pain and despair,
And so many reach out for the hand that can help,
Still calling to nobody there;

Well I can hear you, crying in silence,
I can see you lost in the dark,
And I am near you, turn to me now,
There's room in this heart tonight;

There is a part of everyone
That cannot see and cannot hear, because we don't want to know,
But somewhere there's a bigger heart
that's reaching out for all of us, a place to go;

There are so many in life who need a helping hand,
Somebody who can heal the pain;

Yes I can hear you, crying in silence,
I can see you, you're lost in the dark,
And I am near you, turn to me now,
There's room in this heart tonight,
There's room in this heart tonight,

. . .


written by Chris de Burgh and Mark Spiro, lyrics by Chris de Burgh

She must have known from the moment she saw him,
From the look in his eye, and the way that he smiled,
She must have dreamed of lying beside him,
His hands on her body, his whispers of love;

There is nothing that the eye can't see,
There is nothing that the heart can't feel,
There is nothing that a love can't heal, whatever is waiting,
It is meant to be, it is meant to be;

She must have felt the stirrings of passion,
It's been missing so long with the man in her life,
But now at last there is someone beside her,
Somebody to guide her, someone to love;

There is nothing that the eye can't see,
There is nothing that the heart can't feel,
There is nothing that a love can't heal, whatever is waiting,
It is meant to be;

Oh the time will come when we'll be living the dream,
It's that miracle moment for being what we believe;

There is nothing that the eye can't see,
There is nothing that the heart can't feel,
There is nothing that a love can't heal, whatever is waiting,
Sooner or later, it is meant to be, it is meant to be, it was meant to be,
She must have known - it was meant to be,
She must have known - it was meant to be,
She must have known - it was meant to be,
She must have known;

Now she's heading for the sunshine,
She's gonna be like Shirley Valentine,
She must have known - it was meant to be,
She must have known - it was meant to be;
She must have known ,
Now she's heading for the sunshine,
She's gonna be like Shirley Valentine

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There was a time the fire was burning bright,
And everything was shining in the light,
But when the heart is cold, together we're alone,
Thinking of reasons to stay away;

There was a time that love was in our bed,
Eternity in every word we said,
But when desire has gone, it's hard to carry on,
Going through the motions, when there's nothing there;

You have got my heart, and all I want from you,
Is just a kiss before we say goodbye;

And let me keep my memories of all the times we were amazing,
And I will keep in memories the best that love can be;

There was a time we had so much to say,
Together at the ending of the day,
But when the only words are all the ones that hurt,
Try to remember the way we were;

Take the past and hold it like a photograph,
'Cos it's the only way to say goodbye;

And we will keep these memories of all the times we were amazing,
And we will keep in memories the best that love can be,
The best that love can be;


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She is alone again, wondering how her world could have been,
He's on the 'phone again, telling her he'll be working late,
"We're gonna have a real good life, the money keeps rolling in,
We can never really have enough," but he doesn't see,
What she wants is

Love and time, dreams and affection,
Love and time, hope and emotion;

She is alone again, wondering how her night could have been,
He's had to go again, leaving her at a table for two,
"I'm working on the next big thing, this is really what I'm living for,
You can stay and have another drink," he just doesn't see,
What she needs is

Love and time, dreams and affection,
Love and time, hope and emotion;

One day he'll wake up, and find out that she has gone away,
She'll be looking for

Love and time, dreams and affection,
Love and time, hope and emotion,
Love and time, dreams and affection,

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Breaking bread and drinking wine, talking deep into the night,
Just dreaming dreams and making plans forever,
We have been the best of friends, and always said since way back when,
We'd change the world with mad ideas together;

Another rainbow to follow with you,
Another dream that may never come true,
It is better to have tried in vain than never try at all,
Another rainbow where gold may fall;

So we went our different ways, and though I had my darkness days,
I sailed the stars and I found what I was looking for,
You became a jack of trades, ace of all and king of none,
With hands that hurt from knocking on so many doors;

Another rainbow to follow with you,
Another dream that may never come true,
It is better to have tried in vain than never try at all,
Another rainbow where gold may fall;

And there will always be these moments, when you can turn to me again;

Another rainbow to follow with you,
Another crazy dream that just might come true,
'Cos it is better to have tried in vain than never try at all,

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Once in a dream I was falling in love
With someone who looked a lot like you,
But just as our lips were starting to kiss,
I woke up on the floor;

It's one of those nights for standing around
And talking to people that I hardly know,
An incoming tone came up on my phone,
It was an SMS, and it said;

"Save me, I think I've had enough of this,
Save me, you are the one who can
Save me, take me away from here;"

I look in the room, there's nobody there,
And then I saw her with the long blonde hair,
I could not believe the girl in my dream,
Was waiting at the door, and she said;

"Save me, I think I've had enough of this,
Save me, you are the one who can
Save me, take me away from here;"

Oh, cue a hundred days and nights of special sensuality,
Since lady luck came knocking on my door;

An incoming tone is up on my phone,
Another SMS, and it said;

"Save me, I think I'm getting out of it,
Save me, no doubt about it,
Save me, let's get away from here;"

"Save me, save me, save me, save me,
Let's get away from here,
Take me away from here,

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So many hearts, so many years, so many people in this vale of tears,
But there is one you will meet again, in this endless duet of the dance,
Then the carriages come and the ladies descend with their dreams,
With the gloves and the mask, nothing is here what it seems;

One touch is all it takes, two hearts will meet again,
I will know you tonight when I see you at the Bal Masqué,
One touch is all it takes, two hearts will celebrate,
In the heat of the night, when I see you at the Bal Masqué;

Another face from another time, another place in another life,
Behind the mask is an open door to the someone that you've been before,
Then the music begins, and the colours are starting to change,
She comes in from the garden, I know that it's her right away;

One touch is all it takes, two hearts will meet again,
I will know you tonight when I see you at the Bal Masqué,
One touch is all it takes, two hearts will celebrate,
In the heat of the night, when I see you at the Bal Masqué,
At the Bal Masqué, at the Bal Masqué, at the Bal Masqué,
At the Bal Masqué, at the Bal Masqué, at the Bal Masqué,
So many hearts, so many years,
Another face from another time,
Another face in another life, at the Bal Masqué,

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