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Настоящее имя Kathryn Dawn Lang
Дата рождения 2 ноября 1961 г.
Откуда Consort, Alberta, Canada
Жанры Country
Pop
Годы 1984—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Warner Bros. Records
Nonesuch Records
Sire Records
Bumstead Records
Сайт Website



Альбом k.d. lang


Angel With A Lariat (1987)
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(Ben Mink)

Last night I heard 
A ruckus down the road 
No time to lose and so away I go 
I saw the lights 
At the junction... 
Pulled in my wheel 
And checked the show 

(Turn me round) 
(They're) Dancin' round, round, round 
(Turn me round) 
Square dancin' round, round, round 
And down and round 
(Turn me round) 
They're dancin' round, round, round 
(Turn me, turn me, turn me) 
They're dancin' round 
(Turn me, turn me, turn me) 

I couldn't believe it 
So I circled back and then 
Cooled up my engine 
And I walked right in 
Allemande left and rip it on up 
And circle back and go 
It was a square dance 
Like a rockin' rodeo 

Wait up, little boy! 

Take it home, partner 
Tears it on up and do-se-do 
Don't you let go 
Just reel and reel and reel 
And rock it all over and back 
Now circle left, then circle right...on back 
Take it from the top 
And tear it on up 
And never let her go 
Just dance a little longer 

I danced and partied 
Till my feet went through the floor 
I swung my partner 
Till I couldn't stand no more 
Allemande left and circle back 
Circle round and then 
We rocked and rolled around 
And did it again

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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)

Hey yo, told you before 
Tell you when I find a decoy 
Sittin' in the water 
With your hopes up hgh 
Have you takin' a nosedive hard, boy 

Hey yo, told you so 
They'll be aimin' at you 

You know I told you so 
But I didn't say it wouldn't get boring 
From the...to the... 
To the buckaroos 
Hopin' that you'll choose the real thing 
Dance on, don't you know 
We got somethin' to do 

Hey yo, anywhere it goes 
It's high time for a detour 
Deep, deep water pull you down 
Time to get your feet on the ground 

Hey yo, anywhere it goes 
It's high time for a detour 
Hey yo, anywhere it goes 
It's high time for a detour 

Hey, hey yo 
Hey, hey, hey yo 
Hey yo

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(k.d. lang)

Starving, I've got this hunger 
Growing from deep within 
Carving an internal thunder 
Oh a craving that wears me thin 

Well, it's hard to ingest 
So many faces 
I get my fill but still 
Those passersby 
Leave me empty 
On a diet of strange places 
It all should enhance my senses 
Tell me why 
Does the spice of loneliness 
Seem all but tasteless 
And lays there 
To haunt me from inside 
And leaves me... 

Many a trap 
Are set and baited 
From tension 
Of temptation of the game 
But ones who are fed 
Are those who waited 
Takes... 
Leaves it curbed and tame 
Only time'll find me home 
And safely set 
But until that time I'll remain

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(Billy Jones/Amos Boyd)

I love the brunettes, blonds 
And the redheads, too 
Love 'em since I don't know when 
I love 'em all right down the line 
And then I start all over again 
I start all over again 

I got the bull by the horns 
In a downhill drag 
Things are better 
Than they ever have been 
I missed a lot of lovin' 
In my lifetime 
But I'm never gonna do it again, no 
Never gonna do it again 

Well, as a kid in school 
I guess I done pretty well 
All hung around me then 
But I acted shy 
And I let 'em get away 
But I'm never gonna do it again, no no 
Never gonna do it again 

Over this town 
Tryin' to find the places you've been 
And I missed your huggin' 
On the first go around 
But I'm never gonna go around again 

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(k.d. lang/Dennis Marcenko/Gordon Matthews/Tadeuz Borowiecki)

Watch your step polka 
Watch your step polka 
Watch your ... step 
Watch your step polka 
Watch your step polka 
Watch your ... 


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(Joe South)

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden 
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes 
When you take you got to give so live and let live or let go ooo oooo 
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden. 

I can't promise you things like big diamonds rings 
But you don't find roses growing fields of clover so better think it over 
When if sweet talking you would make it come true 
I'd give you the world right now on a silver platter but what would it matter 
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholic 
Come on and share the good times while we can 

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden 
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes 

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden 
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon 
But if that's what it takes to hold you I just too soon let you go 
But there's one thing I want you to know 
You better look before you leap still water runs deep 
And it won't always be someone there to put you out 
And you know what I'm talkin' about 
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholic 
Come on and share the good times while we can 

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden 
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes

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(Ben Mink)

Well, if you wanna keep me movin' 
Then take my heart 
I got a one way ticket 
Don't you know 
If you're too gone to rock 
To get to where you're goin' 
Start into my station 
Baby, look what... 
Wake up, take it up 
In your hands 
And switch it over to my band 
I got somethin'... 
Anythin' you need 
So dial k.d.lang 
On your trucker's CB 

Hey now, baby 
Turn off the news 
You're drivin' me crazy 
Hey now, baby, please 

Tune into my wave 
Tune into my wave 

Hey, Listen to me, baby listen to me 
Got a rock my baby boogie 
And an alligator shoe 
I got one foot, two foot 
Sugarfoot rags 
Turn on to my station 
Baby, don't be a drag 
Listen to me, baby 
It's understood 
I got while... 
In cowboy boots groovin' to my daddy 
On my daddy radio 
Can you dig it like I dig it 
Can you dig it at all 

Well, you got everything you need 
Don't touch that dial 
Stakin', I'm not fakin' 
Till you dig it a while 
I know I'm right 
I just can't be wrong 
Need a little help 
To make you come undone 
So relax 
Loosen your noose 
Tune in or tune out 
To get into the groove 
Can you dig it like I dig it 
Can you dig it with me 
When the rockabilly move it 
You might break up the scene


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(k.d. lang)

Angel, angel from the sky 
Came right down to sit beside 
This lonely achin' heart of mine 
That now, folks, feels sublime 
Now I'm a walkin', talkin' 
And a spinnin' 
I can't keep my face from grinnin' 
Things are roarin', soarin' 
Oh what a feelin' 
And to think it's just beginnin' 

Angel with a lariat 
Carry me home sweet chariot 
With you 

Angel toss your rope around 
Yank me up from the ground 
Sound the trumpets, send a hue 
Ascending angels through the blue 

I feel emancipation 
No, I don't worry 
Set my bugaboos down to worry 
There's no aggravation 
There's no worry 
For I have found a true love surely 

Yeah 
With you 

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(k.d. lang)

Folks been diggin' into the ground 
Won't be stoppin' until it's found 
They might dig all the way to China 
That would be just fine 
You understand what I'm sayin' 
They don't wanna work 
They're hopin' and a prayin' for 
Pay dirt 

Folks are goin' to the rivers 
And siftin' in the sand 
All they've been findin' 
Is the lids of tin cans 
Of course it doesn't stop 'em 
There's big bucks sellin' junk 
Then turn around and buy it 
For more than it's worth 
They gamble and they bargain for 
Pay dirt, pay dirt, pay dirt 
Pay dirt 

Well, I heard tell that some folks 
Won't fall in love 
Unless the one they's courtin' 
Got more than enough 
Well, nothin' gets the heart a goin' 
Faster than a wad of dough 
Unless it's the price of 
A tease and a flirt 
And promises of fistfuls 
Pay dirt, pay dirt 

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(Eddie Miller/W.S. Stevenson)

Two cigarettes in an ashtray 
My love and I in a small cafe 
A stranger came along 
And everything went wrong 
Now there's three cigarettes 
In an ashtray 

I watched her take him from me 
Now his love is no longer my own 
now they have gone 
And I sit alone 
And watch one cigarette 

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