Music World
 
Исполнители:
 
 
 
English versionSwitch to English 
DC Talk




Music World  →  Тексты песен  →  D  →  DC Talk  →  Дискография  →  Solo

Альбом DC Talk


Solo (2001)
2001
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
. . .


I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of my pit
Out of the miry clay

I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song

How long to sing this sing?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long
How long...to sing this song

He placed my feet upon is rock
And made my footsteps so firm
Many could see
Many could see and fear

I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song

How long to sing this sing?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long
How long...to sing this song

. . .


I'm trying hard to understand you
And your over-rated state of mind
Sometimes you try to move me to you
And make believe that it's all fine

CHORUS
You say you love me, yes you do
But I know who I'm talking to
You left me so lonely and empty
And I don't need your alibis
Cause I can see through all your lies
You say you love me and I'll need you
But I don't need to live my life that way, no way

Every storm deserves an ending
And a break to peaceful skies
And every night I pray for my own mending

CHORUS

Parading around like you're a superstar
Is that who you think you are
The higher you go, yeah, the harder you fall

You say you love me, yes you do
But I know who I'm talking to
You left me so lonely and empty
And I don't need your alibis
Cause I can see through your disguise
You say you love me and I'll need you
But I don't need to live my life that way, no way

. . .


I heard you say that no one seems to care a€˜bout you
It's in your eyes, you think that life's unfair to you
Just give it all you got, my friend
Just give it all you got, it's not the end

CHORUS
Cause you oughta know
There's a reason for these changin' seasons
God only knows how much your heart can bear
So don't you let go
Everybody has their up and down times
Everybody needs to know how much they're loved
My friend
So hold on, it's not the end

As I remember everything you touch
Would turn to gold
You held the secrets
To make your grandest dreams unfold
You were the very best of us all
But the sun that rises still falls

CHORUS

It's just a love song
Cause everybody needs a friend
I'll be right here for you
Just a simple prayer
It's from the bottom of my heart
That He'll never let you go

CHORUS

. . .


I'm coming out like a .45
Spinning like a Wurlitzer on overdrive
Feeling like electro glide
Touch down satellite, feel all right
Tonight, return of love
Return, return of the singer

Twist me up and watch me burn
Just like a falling star about to burst
Center down and outward thrust
The curtain's up baby it's all or bust
Tonight, return all the love you get
Return, return of the singer

It's tailor made and it's heaven sent
Just think about the time we've spent
The way we moved the words we spent
If nothing else a testament
Oh my love, oh my baby
No one else can make me crazy like you, like you

Cause we're all about to move on
No one here without a song
Pilfering the planet's blood
Been making up the moment from after the flood
Tonight, return of love
Return, return of the singer

I'll tell you how it's gonna be
We're gonna make some history
A microphone, the truth we need
No joke, no trend, no fad of the week
Hordes of angels, sing as one
You know my heart has come undone again, again

Return, return of love
Return, return of the singer
Return of all the love you get
Return, return of the singer

. . .


All in all we're fading
Like a soul lost in the wilderness
We're cold and we're cut off from it
Not knowing where it's gonna end

There's a star in Bethlehem, it's calling you
It's a memory of One who made it

Be, be yourself
There's no one who does it quite like you
Be, no one else
Cause if you don't then who is going to
You're a tribute to the best of us

We follow everybody else
Not knowing what we're made for
The mecca of the insecure
The sign and mark of the popular

There's a new face on the television
It's a new host with the same derision

Be, be yourself
Don't let the losers tell you what to do
Be, no one else Cause if you don't then who is going to

And the time is now
No reason to look back
Just like an infant born
You've got to catch your breath
And I'm learning Father
Yes, and I'm going farther

Be, be yourself
There's no one who does it quite like you
Be, no one else
Cause if you don't then who is going to?

Light the path you're supposed to see
Just like the salt that filters through the need
Like the star that's falling from the sky
Just like the apple of your Daddy's eye

. . .


ohhh,
Watch baby, watch baby, so I got it like that
Watch baby, watch baby, so I got it like that

I always feel like somebody's watching me, watch baby, watch baby
he got my back, so I'm down with the king so I got it like that.(x2)

Suggestions, questions
People want to know
Is there life after talk
Cause there's talk on the road
Twistin' words that I've never even said
To the ones that I trust
Or my "Boo" in our bed
Will he make it, man I bet he won't
As they're runnin' through the minutes
On their cell phones
So the picture's painted
You got the point
And that junk's creepin' into my solo joint

Sometimes I feel God in the middle of the night
In the cool of the shade in the bright sunlight

(chorus)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Watch baby, watch baby, He got my back
So I'm down with the King
So I got it like that, ohhh.(x2)

It's no joke, I've been roped in
Chokin' on a bone
From a fish in the school of your twilight zone
You shook me, took me to another place
Where the air I'm breathin's like mace in my face
If this controversy is your way
You need to know I'll never down my destiny
'Cause I'm stickin' to my guns like a
Son of the Light
Feelin' Dad, I'm feelin' Daddy in the air tonight

Sometimes I feel grace in the middle of the night
In the cool of the shade in the bright sunlight

Sometimes I feel God in the mist of the show
as the palm trees sway at an afterglow

Chorus(x3)

tobymac, sometimes I feel grace in the middle of the night,
tobymac, sometimes I feel god in the middle of the night,
tobymac, sometimes I feel god, sometimes I feel grace,
sometimes I feel god in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day,
in the middle of the night, tobymac

I always feel like somebody's watching me. Watch baby,
he got my back, say I'm down with the king so I got it like that.
(backround)(I always feel like somebodys watching me)
I always feel like somebodys watching me. Watch baby,
watch baby he got my back (backround)(Ialways feel like
somebody's watching me.) Tobymac
(X2)

. . .


(tru-dog) Extreme days!
(toby) Say Extreme days..
(tru-dog) Extreme Days!
(toby) Say we're livin'

We're livin', We're livin', We're livin' in extreme day, days...

Comin' at ya like a whirlwind
A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me risk and you'll get my attention

Come on, can ya take it
Bang to the bip, I make you wanna flip
Take my trip and you can bust your lip

I never fear 'cause I live fearless
Don't even think for a second you can get with this

Come on, I never fake it, come on
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days

I'm a freak from the 'burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip hop 1979
And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme

Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
So Mr. Therapist-why did I go this direction
God had a plan to end all my schemes

I had a dream He said to be ... extreme

Come on, can ya take it
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days

Just the other day I saw a kid
Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid
You know what else he did?
He stacked books from the floor to the ceiling
Said somethin bout trying to get to heaven
And he was only eleven
but he climbed to the top with outstretched arms
And he screamed at the top of his lungs

Move out my way
Give up the mic
X to me is extremely Christ
Livin up in me
Like it or not
Put an X on my chest
Cause X marks the spot

We're livin', we're livin'
These are extreme, extreme days (3X)

We're livin' in extreme days...

(tru-dog) Extreme days!

. . .


комментарии публикуются при поддержке Disqus



© 2011 Music World. Все права сохранены.