Natasha Bedingfield

Unwritten

I am unwritten, Can't read my mind I'm undefined I'm just beginning The pen's in my hand Ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words That you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten, yeah Oh, oh I break tradition Sometimes my tries Are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah We've been conditioned To not make mistakes But I can't live that way oh, ooh Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words That you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions (bis?) Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins the rest still unwritten (Gospel) Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words That you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions (bis) Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open ***** Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten

Sugarland

Stay

From the album, "Enjoy The Ride"

I been sittin' here staring at the clock on the wall and I been layin here praying praying she won't call it's just another call from home and you'll get it and be gone and I'll be crying and I'll be beggin you baby beg you not to leave but I'll be left here waiting with my heart on my sleeve oh for the next time we'll be here seems like a million years and I think I'm dying What do I have to do to make you see She can't love you like me? Why dont you stay? I'm down on my knees. I'm so tired of being lonely. Don't I give you what you need? When she calls you will go. There is one thing you should know We dont have to live this way Baby, why dont you stay? You keep telling me, Baby, There will come a time, When you will leave her arms and forever be in mine. But I don't think that's the truth and I don't like being used, and I'm tired of waiting -- it's too much pain to have to bear to love a man you have to share Why dont you stay? I'm down on my knees. I'm so tired of being lonely, Don't I give you what you need? When she calls you will go, There is one thing you should know, We don't have to live this way -- Baby, why dont you stay? I can't take it any longer But my will is getting stronger And I think I know just what I have to do I can't waste another minute After all that I've put in it, I've given you my best: Why does she get the best of you? So the next time you find, You wanna leave her bed for mine, Why dont you stay? I'm up off my knees, I'm so tired of being lonely, You cant give me what I need. When she begs you not to go, There is one thing you should know. I dont have to live this way. Baby, why dont you stay? yeah yeah oh oh oh oha oh

Indiana Wants Me

R. Dean Taylor

{police sirens} Mmm mm-mmmm-mm Mmm mm-mmmm-mm Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there I wish I had you to talk to If a man ever needed dyin', he did No one had the right to say what he said about you And it's so cold and lonely here without you Out there the law's a-comin' I'm scared and so tired of runnin' Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there I wish I had you to talk to It hurts to see the man that I've become And to know I'll never see the morning sun shine on the land I'll never see your smilin' face or touch your hand If just once more I could see You, our home, and our little baby Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there {police sirens} I wish I had you to talk to I hope this letter finds its way to you Forgive me, Love, for the shame I put you through and all the tears Hang on, Love, to the memories of those happy years Red lights are flashin' around me Yeah, Love, it looks like they found me Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there Indiana wants me Lord, I can't go back there I wish I had you to talk to Indiana wants me (this is the police, you are surrounded) Lord, I can't go back there (give yourself up) Indiana wants me (this is the police, give yourself up) Lord, I can't go back there (you are surrounded) {shoot-out sound effects} Or, once again, as I like to call it, "He called you a whore, so I killed him (subtitle: Good thing we got you across the border first). One more time!

Wednesday Morning, 3AM

Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel

I can hear the soft breathing Of the girl that I love, As she lies here beside me Asleep with the night, And her hair, in a fine mist Floats on my pillow, Reflecting the glow Of the winter moonlight. She is soft, she is warm, But my heart remains heavy, And I watch as her breasts Gently rise, gently fall, For I know with the first light of dawn Ill be leaving, And tonight will be All I have left to recall. Oh, what have I done, Why have I done it, Ive committed a crime, Ive broken the law. For twenty-five dollars And pieces of silver, I held up and robbed A hard liquor store. My life seems unreal, My crime an illusion, A scene badly written In which I must play. Yet I know as I gaze At my young love beside me, The morning is just a few hours away.

Anticipation

Artist: Carly Simon

From the Album with the same name as the song

Source: http://www.lyricsdepot.com/carly-simon/anticipation.html

We can never know about the days to come But we think about them anyway-ay And I wonder if I'm really with you now Or just chasin' after some finer day Anticipation, anticipation Is makin' me late Is keepin' me way-ay-aitin' And I tell you how easy it feels to be with you And how right your arms feel around me But I, I rehearsed those lines just late last night When I was thinkin' about how right tonight might be Anticipation, anticipation Is makin' me late Is keepin' me waitin' And tomorrow we might not be together I'm no prophet and I don't know nature's ways So I'll try and see into your eyes right now And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days (These are the good old days) And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days (These are the good old days) (These are the good old days) (These are the good old days) (These are.....the good old days)

Just hold me

Maria Mena

Comfortable as I am I need your reassurance And comfortable as you are You count the days But if I wanted silence I would whisper And if I wanted loneliness I'd choose to go And if i liked rejection I'd audition And if I didn't love you You would know And why can't you just hold me And how come it is so hard And do you like to see me broken And why do I still care still care You say you see the light now At the end of this narrow hall I wish it didn't matter I wish I didn't give you all But if I wanted silence I would whisper And if I wanted loneliness I'd choose to go And if i liked rejection I'd audition And if I didn't love you You would know And why can't you just hold me And how come it is so hard And do you like to see me broken And why do I still care Poor little misunderstood baby No one likes a sad face But I can't remember life without him I think I did have good days I think I did have good days Why(why) can't you just hold me And how come it is so hard And do you like to see me broken And why do I still care

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Maria Mena Just hold me

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Every Day

Buddy Holly and the Crickets

The Chirping Crickets (Brunswick)

Songwriters: Holly, Charles; Petty, Norman.

Every Day, it's a-gettin' closer, Goin' faster than a roller coaster, A love like yours will surely come my way. Ah Hey, Ah hey hey Every day - it's a gettin' faster Everyone says go ahead and ask her A love like yours will surely come my way Ah hey, Ah hey hey Every day seems a little longer Every way - love's a little stronger Come what may - do you ever long for True love from me?

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I tried to find the original, but the only one was a jukebox demo which cuts the song off before the end.

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Once there lived side by side Two little girls Used to dress just alike Hair done in curls Blue gingham pinafores Stockings of red And a sweet bonnet tied On each pretty head School days are over Secrets they tell As they go hand in hand Down by the dell One day a quarrel rose! Hot tears were shed "I don't wanna play in YOUR yard!" And the other said "I don't wanna play in YOUR yard I don't like you anymore You'll be sorry when you see me Sliding down my cellar door You can't holler down my rain barrel You can't climb my apple tree! I don't wanna play in YOUR yard If you can't be good to me!"

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XC. To Celia

Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

B. Jonson

DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!

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[1] Palgrave, Francis T. The Golden Treasury. London: Macmillan, 1875; Bartleby.com, 1999. www.bartleby.com/106/. [Date of Printout]. ON-LINE ED.: Published January 1999 by Bartleby.com; © Copyright Bartleby.com, Inc. (Terms of Use).

600. She walks in Beauty

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824

The Oxford Book of English Verse 1250–1900.

Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919.

SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

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