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Our godfather,
Who art of house,
Hallowed are these floors,
The beat's never done,
The strings well-sung,
On earth as it is in heaven.
You gave us your heart,
Our daily dose,
Along with the drum and bass.
The horns rang true,
From your soul to our ears,
You led us throughout,
Many a night,
Into temptation.
We forgive those
Who do not know
That home is where the house is.
The kingdom, the power, and the sound
Are yours now and forever.
World without end.
Amen. Without end, world.
Home is where the house is.
And the sound, now, and forever.
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Beneath the noise, a little boy out in the world.
A little girl playing children's games.
Grown up ways lead my heart away.
Why do we stay playing this game?
Oh, so afraid of being free?
Why do I stay only to pray for love?
Come back to me...
What searching for underneath the noise:
Peace and innocence of yesterday, little girl.
Find the world little boy.
Why do we stay?
What can we gain?
Will we still love tomorrow?
Why do we stay playing this game?
Oh, so afraid of being free?
Why do I stay only to pray for love?
Come back to me...
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Beneath the noise, a little boy out in the world.
A little girl playing children's games.
Grown up ways lead my heart away.
Why do we stay playing this game?
Oh, so afraid of being free?
Why do I stay only to pray for love?
Come back to me...
What searching for underneath the noise:
Peace and innocence of yesterday, little girl.
Find the world little boy.
Why do we stay?
What can we gain?
Will we still love tomorrow?
Why do we stay playing this game?
Oh, so afraid of being free?
Why do I stay only to pray for love?
Come back to me...
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Beneath the noise, a little boy out in the world.
A little girl playing children's games.
Grown up ways lead my heart away.
Why do we stay playing this game?
Oh, so afraid of being free?
Why do I stay only to pray for love?
Come back to me...
What searching for underneath the noise:
Peace and innocence of yesterday, little girl.
Find the world little boy.
Why do we stay?
What can we gain?
Will we still love tomorrow?
Why do we stay playing this game?
Oh, so afraid of being free?
Why do I stay only to pray for love?
Come back to me...
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It could be Dixieland,
It could be Ragtime,
It could be Preservation Hall.
It could be Zydeco,
It could be Cajun.
It could be any sound,
Blues and such.
It could be Gospel coming out from all those clubs.
As you walk down that street, you hear the music.
If you think you see the devil...
Laughing at the devil goes, “Ha-ha-ha!”
When you think you see the devil now...
I'm not afraid of the devil anymore!
You're drawn to each door.
In each door everybody says, “Come on in!
“Come on in, get a little bit of this stuff. Get a little bit of this...”
You go into one door, you spend an hour or two.
You walk out, you walk down the street,
You go into another door,
And before you know it?
Its six o'clock in the morning.
And it's Sunday morning.
If you think you see the devil:
Laugh him down.
When you think you see the devil now:
Laugh him down.
And you start all over again:
«Laissez les bon temps rouler!»
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Ganza.
Ninja.
Beija.
«Saint-Laurent? Mais bien sûr!»
(A house...)
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Kick. Stomp. Walk.
Kick. Stomp. Walk, then trump.
(No time to waste!)
Now I'm up to present them face,
I have got no time to waste.
(No time to waste...)
If they want something bad enough,
They can come to me I'll fill them up.
Pull it back, push it up:
Kick. Stomp. Walk. Then trump.
False sense of choice laid out flat.
I'll make them waste, destroy their faith.
(No time to waste...)
They want this? I'll give them that.
Push it up, pull it back,
Pull it out, ramp it up.
They can come to me, I'll fill them up.
Kick. Stomp. Walk.
Kick. Stomp. Walk, then trump.
If they want something bad enough,
They can come to me I'll fill them up.
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Kick. Stomp. Walk.
Kick. Stomp. Walk, then trump.
(No time to waste!)
Now I'm up to present them face,
I have got no time to waste.
(No time to waste...)
If they want something bad enough,
They can come to me I'll fill them up.
Pull it back, push it up:
Kick. Stomp. Walk. Then trump.
False sense of choice laid out flat.
I'll make them waste, destroy their faith.
(No time to waste...)
They want this? I'll give them that.
Push it up, pull it back,
Pull it out, ramp it up.
They can come to me, I'll fill them up.
Kick. Stomp. Walk.
Kick. Stomp. Walk, then trump.
If they want something bad enough,
They can come to me I'll fill them up.
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Kick. Stomp. Walk.
Kick. Stomp. Walk, then trump.
(No time to waste!)
Now I'm up to present them face,
I have got no time to waste.
(No time to waste...)
If they want something bad enough,
They can come to me I'll fill them up.
Pull it back, push it up:
Kick. Stomp. Walk. Then trump.
False sense of choice laid out flat.
I'll make them waste, destroy their faith.
(No time to waste...)
They want this? I'll give them that.
Push it up, pull it back,
Pull it out, ramp it up.
They can come to me, I'll fill them up.
Kick. Stomp. Walk.
Kick. Stomp. Walk, then trump.
If they want something bad enough,
They can come to me I'll fill them up.
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The picture perfect couple
In a picture perfect frame,
In a picture perfect house
Where everything's the same.
Each thing in this picture
Is not what it seems.
This picture perfect life
Was just a shattered dream.
If I told you that I loved you
Would you even really care?
I'll be right here forever
Were you ever really there?
No sadness in the morning,
No scars upon your face.
Tear-stained pillow talk
And the feeling of disgrace.
Will it be like this forever?
Will the damage be undone?
The game we played was short and sweet,
We must have jumped the gun.
When you're left alone with nothing,
And you know you think you won:
This picture perfect couple was just like everyone.
...each thing in this picture
Is not what it seems:
This picture perfect life
Was another Silent Scream.
...each thing in this picture
Is not what it seems:
Your picture perfect life
Was never meant for me.
All my dreams were shattered
Like November '63.
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The picture perfect couple
In a picture perfect frame,
In a picture perfect house
Where everything's the same.
Each thing in this picture
Is not what it seems.
This picture perfect life
Was just a shattered dream.
If I told you that I loved you
Would you even really care?
I'll be right here forever
Were you ever really there?
No sadness in the morning,
No scars upon your face.
Tear-stained pillow talk
And the feeling of disgrace.
Will it be like this forever?
Will the damage be undone?
The game we played was short and sweet,
We must have jumped the gun.
When you're left alone with nothing,
And you know you think you won:
This picture perfect couple was just like everyone.
...each thing in this picture
Is not what it seems:
This picture perfect life
Was another Silent Scream.
...each thing in this picture
Is not what it seems:
Your picture perfect life
Was never meant for me.
All my dreams were shattered
Like November '63.
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12. |
Broken - HAPPYFORYOU Mix
05:05
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I'm on the floor in a million pieces, having fallen all alone.
No one could fix me until I mended myself.
Now I'm whole again, with cracks in my veneer.
As time moves on, I'll be less in fear of being broken again.
I was in a hole when you found me
With nothing to my name
Ashamed, afraid and alone
But you looked and you found me:
I'll never be the same
Then you looked and you found me...
Broken dreams, I've come to find are not at all.
It's how they shine light on the fact that you were kind,
And I was still there broken.
Lift it up and pushed it aside
The heavy weightI held inside
You were kind, but I was broken...
But I looked and I found you:
You'll never be the same
Then you looked, and our worlds became so beautiful...
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When we pray to God
We all pray together.
When we pray to God
We bow our head,
We lift our heart,
Kneeling, suppliant,
At His mercy.
When we pray to God
We all pray together.
When we pray to God
We lift our hope,
And bow in humility.
When we pray to God
We seek the light
For our path.
When we pray to God
We all pray together,
When we pray to God
We all pray together.
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Grapefruit Sound Lab Jersey City, New Jersey
With influences ranging from quintessential freestyle, electro, and house, to classic rock, synthpop, and back again through the classical repertoire, New York native Robert Cotnoir has honed a sound that is at once both comforting and familiar, pensive and nuanced, all while being undoubtedly of the times. ... more
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