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Joan Osborne




Альбом Joan Osborne


Early Recordings (05.11.1996)
05.11.1996
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Don't ask her how she knows, but she knows
It's gonna be great
Don't ask her how she knows, but she knows
And she can't wait
Hey hey hey to flyaway
Number one for takeoff
To that big drowning pool in the sky
Number one for takeoff
And her dress wavin' you goodbye
Hey hey hey flyaway
Gone up in rapture
Gone see Your mother
Take off your heavy head
Gone up in rapture
Life's better when you're dead
Bones light as eggshells
Look down on Main Street
See all the people run
Laugh if you want to
She's goin' to the sun
Hey hey hey flyaway

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The sun goes down too early
The wind goes down my back just like it owns me
I work my job I get my check
I'm tryin' not to let myself get lonely
I'm just dreamin' about the day that I can
Show you all the love I've got for you
I used to hear my heart cry out
I used to feel it pound in me
I used to think It'd break me right in two
Now that seems so long ago
I'm feelin' like there's nothin' I can't do
I'm just dreamin' about the day when I can
Show you all the love I've got for you
Sometimes I can see your face
Taste your lovin' in my mouth
Baby I am comin' back for more
Can't you feel me comin'
Can't you see me comin'
Can't you hear me knockin' on your door?
I'm just dreamin' about the day when I can
Show you all the love I've got for you
I've got so much love for you

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I look at him and he looks at me
In his eyes I see the sea
Don't see what he sees in a girl like me
He says he loves me
His eyes, his eyes
His eyes are a blue million miles
His eyes, his eyes
His eyes are a blue million miles
Far as I can see he loves me
His eyes, his eyes
His eyes are a blue million miles

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Why does it take so long for you to leave me
Once you've said goodbye
I wish it could be over quickly
Clean and painless and dry
But your kiss has left its taste with me
And your hands have left their mark
My ears are full of whispers
And murmurs in the dark
Why does it take so long for you to leave me
Now that you're not here
I wish that I could fight this feelin'
Make you disappear
But my body has a memory
And it holds you close within
The smell of you at midnight
The flavor of your skin
CHORUS
I feel your fingerprints
On my heart
I thought that I could handle you
I thought I was so smart
Now I feel your fingerprints
Nothin' I can do
Ain't it touching how I can't get over you
I can't believe I can't forget you
You didn't matter that much
Is it gonna take another man
To wash away your touch
REPEAT CHORUS

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August in the city 90 degrees
The streets are full of arms and legs
The audience is hangin' on the corner
Just waitin' for some bones to beg
The sniper and the moving target
I can't talk talk talk until my face turn blue
Hey girl, you, girl put that right here
This what I'll do to you
But I live, I live, I live on this street
The dogs are speakin' the men are howlin'
When we take our parts out for a walk
I could say, I should say, I would say
Does your mama know about the way you talk
Somewhere in Egypt I'm worth 4 camels
A strong healthy girl like me
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free
But I live, I live, I love on this street
He's the ruler of the pavement
He owns all that he can see
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free
I live, I live, I love on this street
REPEAT THREE TIMES

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You used to bury me, way underground
I thought it had to be this way
But I've been watching you
And I get smarter every day
Take the voices from your mouth
I've got the key to this door
I've learned to work the new machines
I'm not afraid anymore
What you gonna do
What you gonna do about me
You've been stealing all the air
You've been using all the sound
I made a deal with the ocean
I made a deal with the ground
What you gonna do
What you gonna do about me
I am riding on the bus
I am working at my job
I am calling out your name
I am standing at your door
I am counting up the money
I am carrying my child
I am coming down your driveway
I am giving you a chance

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Early in the morning when I'm still in bed
I start thinking 'bout last night
My imagination gets the best of me
And I can feel the match burn twice
Baby have I told you that I love your way
Only once will never suffice
They say that love is always sweeter the second time around
And I can feel the match burn twice
BRIDGE
Oh I take my time, time, time
Oh I must confess
Oh here comes the part I like the best
So even when you're miles and miles away from me
Baby it's no sacrifice
They say that love is always sweeter the second time around
And I can feel the match burn twice
REPEAT BRIDGE
So even if you're never comin' back no more
Baby it's no sacrifice
They say that love is always sweeter the second time around
And I can feel the match burn twice

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Comin' out of the window
Watchin' down from the wall
Billie listens to your heartbeat
Floatin' down the hall
You think my eyes are covered over
You think my heart has crawled away
Billie listens to your heartbeat
When I don't know what to say
I meant to be your drivin' wheel
I meant to be your swing
If I had a tongue like that
I would keep you safe
I would keep you safe from everything
I made a deal with the ocean
I made a deal with the ground
Billie listens to your heartbeat
When I'm not around
When I'm not around

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How will we stay on the sidewalk
When there is no gravity
Piece of paper floating upward
But no one stops to see
And you think that I'm the right one
'Cause I know just what to say
And you ask me to convince you
That you won't blow away
In this wild wild world
Wild, wild world
By the river
Well we made them to be broken
Sorry if they let you down
Sorry if the ones you know
Are vanishing all over town
And I need someone to hold me
And I ask you to be fair
And you'd like to give me something
But we both know there ain't a lot
Ain't a lot to spare
In this wild, wild world
Wild, wild world
Oh are you listening
To make sure I'm still here?
Oh did you know
That the river burns like gasoline
And they can't turn on the rain machine
And they tell me there is no more space
Won't you turn around
'Cause I hate it when I cannot see your face
In this wild, wild world
In this wild, wild world
Wild, wild world
By the river

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Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered round and started talking
Cousin Billy would take me walking
Through the back yard we'd go walking
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows to my suprise

Chorus:
The only boy who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
He was, yes he was, oh yes he was

Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I tried
When he started sweet talking to me
He'd come and tell me everything is alright
He'd kiss and tell me everything is alright
Can I get away again tonight

Chorus

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealing kisses from me on the sly
Taking time to make time
Telling me that he's all mine
Learning from each others knowing
Looking to see how much we'd grown

The only boy who could ever move me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever groom me
Was the son of a preacher man
He was, yes he was, oh yes he was

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Get up Jack, crack your head
Sweatin' whiskey in my bed
Ain't you heard a word I've said
Get up Jack
Get up Jack, read the news
See if you can tie your shoes
Find another friend to use
Get up Jack
CHORUS
And come down, come down
Long enough to see my face
Come down, come down
Get up Jack, run and hide
Tell us all how hard you tried
Burn your bridges, drown your pride
Get up Jack
Get up Jack, crack your head
Been so long since I fed
You ain't heard a word I've said
Get up Jack
REPEAT CHORUS
If I came in a bottle...
It was a mighty good year
How come I don't get you high
How come you're still here
God, you were so beautiful
I used to watch you sleep
God, God so beautiful
Too much promise to keep
Get up Jack, go to hell
Baby I can taste the smell
Wish I didn't, truth to tell
Know you, know you so damn well
Get up Jack

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