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Morcheeba
Morcheeba


Информация
Откуда London, England
Жанры Electronica
Alternative Rock
Trip Hop
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы Reprise Records
Sire Records
Echo Records
Indochina Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Paul Godfrey
Ross Godfrey
Skye Edwards
Бывшие участники
Daisy Martey



Альбом Morcheeba


Who Can You Trust? (08.04.1996)
08.04.1996
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Posthumous (instrumental)
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Enjoy the Wait (instrumental)
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Who Can You Trust? (instrumental)
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12.
End Theme (instrumental)
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Sometimes I get up feeling good but greed gets me down,
I try to think about the highs, the freedom we've found,
When the business in your life don't sit with your soul,
And they treat you like a child they need to control.

The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.

We're all gonna rise above all things that we lack,
Good vibrations that we make will come bouncing back.

The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.

The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.

The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,

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Tune in, drop out of love,
Pull the trigger, I'm a hippie,
So said a truth, in blood,
Alive and well,
You push the buttons.

Standing in line of fire,
For the whole,
My soul,
Step codes,
The drums,
And sing,
Love the children,
Learn to live with everything.

Love love love, i'm a trigger hippie, yeah
Love love love, we're trigger hippies, yeah.

Zoom in, cut out, add sound,
Make it feel so trippy
Hung up, let down to ground,
Forget the kill it's far to sticky

Love love love, i'm a trigger hippie, yeah
Love love love, we're trigger hippies, yeah.

Love love love, i'm a trigger hippie, yeah
Love love love, we're trigger hippies, yeah.

Love love love, i'm a trigger hippie, yeah

. . .

Posthumous

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Tape loop, keeps on turning round, forever,
Patience, love is coming 'round for your pleasure,
Wait now, no use trying to push, there's no need,
People, go against the grain, with their greed.

I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more,
I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more.

Focus, your mind will be strong, no distractions,
Soak up wisdom all year long, and then take action.

I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more,
I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more.

I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more,
I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more.

I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more,

. . .



I think I slip the net,
But I cut myself free,
I'm not losing yet,
So don't forget me.

I'll say it, replay it, and try tomorrow
I'll say it, replay it, and live with sorrow.

You'd think I learn by now,
There's never an easy way,
I get through somehow,
I'm on my knees to pray,

You'd think I learn by now,
There's never an easy way,
I get through somehow,
I'm on my knees.

I'll admit I'm wrong,
But I'm getting on track,
I've been here too long,
I'm under attack.

I place it, replace it, and try to change,
I place it, replace it, and rearrange.

You'd think I learn by now,
There's never an easy way,
I get through somehow,
I'm on my knees to pray,

You'd think I learn by now,
There's never an easy way,
I get through somehow,
I'm on my knees to pray.

On my knees to pray.

I think I slip the net,
But I cut myself free,
I'm not losing yet,
So don't forget me.

I'll say it, replay it, and try tomorrow
I'll say it, replay it, and live with sorrow.

You'd think I learn by now,
There's never an easy way,
I get through somehow,
I'm on my knees to pray,

You'd think I learn by now,
There's never an easy way,
I get through somehow,
I'm on my knees to pray,
I'm on my knees to pray,

On my knees to pray,

. . .



Howling, how long,
Sounding, so calm,
Pounding, so strong,
Founding, so wrong.

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Strolling, so long,
Lolling, some song,
Firing, a gun,
Darkness, has come.

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Hanging, up high
Swing in the sky
Cacti, still cry
Why do, we try

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Howling (howling),

. . .



You feel frozen
But you've been chosen
You lay there drunken
Your dreams seem sunken

Your world's a small world
And you break the rules
You're one big fish
In a pool of fools

Tired of serving up you town
Tired of wearing that crown
Tired of sliding up and down
Tired of being you

Your work's no future
Your girl don't suit you
The bar won't serve you
You have no nerve to

Take a break
From this sad old school
Accross the lake
Lies a place that's cool

Run you've got a place to go
Run you've got a boat to row
Run you've got a face to show
Run while you can

The high street's sleeping
As friday's creeping
The shops are open
But their minds are closed

How's it going but it's not their concern
They talkin' stuff about you
That you never learn

Smile, you're on your own
Smile, 'cause you've outgrown
Smile, you lost your home

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Enjoy the Wait

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. . .

Who Can You Trust?

[Нет текста]

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It's taking time to come around
Time to bring me down
Now I'm moving.

I always knew the truth
Though it's nice to have some proof
It's so soothing.

Tears run down my face
As you spray me with your mace
I thank you
I'd love to
Cut your throat
You'll never sing a note
I thank you

I'm almost done
This ain't no fun
(That is something)
He's trying.
(That is something)

I'm almost done
This ain't no fun
(That is something)
I'm crying
(That is something)

I've been crushed without a doubt
Just to prove you have some clout
I've no guilt.

I've been stuck inside your web
With my heart you're being fed
I've no guilt.

I'm almost done
This ain't no fun
(That is something)
He's trying.
(That is something)

I'm almost done
This ain't no fun
(That is something)
I'm crying
(That is something)

I follow as he sighs
And listen while he cries
How I love / I know (?)
I swallow all my pride
And choke on all your lies
I'm sunk.

I'm almost done
It ain't no fun
He's trying.
(That is something)
A loaded gun
I'm almost done
And I'm crying.

. . .

End Theme

[Нет текста]

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