Resonant Lyrics

You give your hand to me
And then you say helloI
can hardly speak
Myheart is beating so
And anyone can tellYou think you know me well
But you don’t know me
Oh you don’t know the one
That thinks of you atnight
Who longs to kiss your lips
And yearns to squeeze you tight
NoI’m just a friend
That’s all I’ve ever been
You just don’t know me
I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy,
I let my chance go by
The chance that you
might love me too

You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You’ll never, never knowThe one
who loves you so
You just don’t know me
I never knew
the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy,
I let my chance go by
The chance that you
might love me tooYou
give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
Who’ll never, never know
The one who loves you so
You just don’t know me
You’ll never, ever knowmmmm,
cause you just don’t know me

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=mKMZ0eyzYtU

Oh it must be so romantic
When the fighting’s over there
And they’re passing round the shamrock
And you’re all filled up with tears
“For the love of dear old Ireland”
That you’ve never even seen
You throw in twenty dollars
And sing “Wearing of the Green

[Chorus:]
Each dollar a bullet
Each victim someone’s son
And Americans kill Irishmen
As surely
As if they fired the gun

Now you’ve never stood on Belfast’s streets
And heard the bombs explode
Or hid beneath the blankets
When there’s riots down the road
No you’ve never had your best friend die
Or lost a favorite son
But you’ll stand there and tell us
Just what we’re doing wrong

Each false word a bullet
Each victim someone’s son
And Englishmen kill Irishmen
As surely
As if they fired the gun

From the minute that you’re born you’re told
To hate the other side
“They’re not like us, they’re not the same
We know because we’re right”
But can’t you see we’re all the same
There is no right and wrong
Why can’t we stop and realize
Just what we’re doing wrong
We’ve hated too much too long

Each old lie a bullet
Each victim someone’s son
And Irishmen kill Irishmen
As surely
As if they fired the gun

How can you convince yourself
That what you do is right?
When people are dying there
Night after night
Don’t you ever wonder
Why it still goes on?
The hopes and fears and all the tears
Are buried in your ground
Buried in your ground

Each rumour a bullet
Each victim someone’s son
And careless talk kills Irishmen
As surely
As if words fired the gun

Well it’s lasted for so long now
And so many have died
It’s such a part of my own life
Yet it leaves me mystified
How a people so intelligent
Friendly, kind and brave
Can throw themselves so willingly
Into an open grave

Each new day a bullet
Each victim someone’s son
And ignorance kills Irishmen
As surely
As if we fired the gun

Some people might like to get a train to work
Or drive in in a Beamer or a merc,
Some guys like to travel in by bus,
But I can’t be bothered with the fuss today
I’m going to take my bike,
Coz once again the Tube’s on strike.
The greedy bas.tards want extra pay
for sitting on their ar.se all day
even though they earn 30K .
So I’m standing here in the pouring rain,
Where the fu.ck’s my fuc.king train?

London Underground
London Underground
They’re all lazy fucking useless cu.nts
London Underground
London Underground
They’re all greedy cu.nts I want to shoot them all with a rifle.

All they say is “Please mind the doors”,
and they learned that on the two day course,
This job could be done by a four year old.
They just leave us freezing in the cold.
What you smell is what you get
Burger King and pi.ss and sweat
You roast to death in the boiling heat,
With tourists treading on your feet
and chewing gum on every seat,
so don’t tell me to “Mind the gap”
I want my fuc.king money back.

London Underground
London Underground
They’re all lazy fucking useless cu.nts
London Underground
London Underground
They’re all greedy cu.nts I want to shoot them all with a rifle
LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLa

The floors are sticky and the seats are damp,
Every platform has a fuc.king tramp,
But the drivers get the day off when we’re all late for work again,

London Underground
London Underground
WaWa Wan.kers , They’re all Wan.kers ,
London Underground
London Underground

Take your Oystercard, and shove it up your ar.sehole.

(C) Adam Kay and Suman Biswas ~ London Underground

http://www.backingblair.co.uk/london_underground/ watch the video 8)

gawd… so much editing to get rid of make fun of elbows

The Blower’s Daughter

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love no glory
No hero in her sky

I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial

I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

Oh did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can’t take my mind off of you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off of you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind…

my mind…my mind…
’til I find somebody…
new…

Damien Rice

ffs get a room u two. :lol: :-