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Emilíana Torrini Album


Crouçie d'où Là (1995)
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Aaaa.... (Instrumental)
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(Memphis Minnie)

Every man I get, he won't get sick - he will die
Doggone woman take from him he's a doggone fly

I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman I can't see the reason why

Well the next man I got, you know he worked very hard
Just as soon as I got him he lost his doggone job

I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman I can't see the reason why

Well the next man I got he was a railroad man
Just as soon as I got him everything went out his doggone hands

I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman I can't see the reason why

Well the next man I got he was long and tall
Everytime I look around he was kickin' at someone other mans jaw

I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman I can't see the reason why

Wooooooh

Well the next man I got he was short and fat
I couldn't keep him because he wasn't taught like that

I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman I can't see the reason why

Well the next man I got he was a sandhawk in the sea
I had him two days and he got drowned away from me

I'm a bad luck woman
I'm a bad luck woman

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(Van Morrison)

I can hear his heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time he smiles
And when I come to him that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to him like a river's song

He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

He's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to him when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, I go right to sleep

He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Yeah I need him in the daytime
Yeah I need him in the night
Yeah I want to throw my arms around him
Kiss him, hug him, kiss him, hold his tight

And now I'm returning from so far away
He gives me some sweet lovin', brighten up my day
Yeah It makes me feel righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes It makes me feel mellow down to my soul

He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

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(Lyrics by Don Black, Music by John Barry)

He has a powerful weapon
He charges a million a shot,
An assassin that's second to none,
The man with the golden gun.

Lurking in some darkened doorway,
Or crouched on a roof top somewhere,
In the next room, or this very one
The man with the golden gun.

Love is required whenever he's hired,
It comes just before the kill.
No-one can catch him, no hit man can match him
For his million dollar skill.

One golden shot means another poor victim,
Has come to a glittering end,
For a price, he'll erase anyone
The man with the golden gun.

His eye may be on you or me.
Who will he bang?
We shall see. Oh yeah!

Love is required whenever he's hired,
It comes just before the kill.
No-one can catch him, no hit man can match him
For his million dollar skill.

One golden shot means another poor victim,
Has come to a glittering end,
If you want to get rid of someone,
The man with the golden gun
Will get it done
He'll shoot anyone

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(Aretha Franklin)

Without a word of warnin'
Blues walked in this mornin'
And circled 'round my lonely room

I didn't know why I had that sad 'n lonely feelin'
Until my baby called and said we were through, hooo
For yesterday this time I sang a lovesong
But today... I'm singing the blues

Hmmmm...

Strikes me kinda funny
How love can be this way
We were lovin' 'til last night honey, yeah
I'm alone again today

And it strikes me kinda funny
How fate can be unfair
That I come right on the losin' end
In every, every love affair!

Yes it must be, it must be meant for me
That I should be the one, be the one to always lose, hooo

For yesterday!
Yesterday this time I'd sing a love song
Whoaoohhh!
Yeah, but right now - I'm singin the blues!

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(Speckled Red)

I want all you manfolk to fall in line
And shake yo shimmy like I'm shakin' mine
You shake yo shimmy and you shake it fast
If you can't shake the shimmy, shake it yes yes yes

And you'sa dirty mistreatin' robber and a-cheatin'
Strip you in a desert and you pop aint yo cousin
And you mama do the lordylord

You're to go with pop and runnin' round the field
Slippin' and a-slidin' like an automobile
I hollared at poppa and told him to wait
He slipped away from me just like a cadillac snake

'Cause he's a rotten mistreater, robber and a cheater
Slip you with a dozen, yo pop aint yo cousin'
And you mama do the lordylord!

Now I liked yo uncle, liked yo brother too
I did like yo papa but yo papa wouldn't do
I met yo' daddy on the carn the other day
You know about that 'cause he was funny that way

'Cause he's a funny mistreater, robber and a cheater
Strip you in a dozen, yo pop is yo cousin
Yo mama do the lordylord!

Now God made'em an elephant, he made him stout
Wasn't satisfied until he made him a snout
Made him a snout just as long as a rail
Wasn't satisfied until he made him a tail
Made him a tail just to find the flies
Wasn't satisfied until he made him some eyes
Made him some eyes just to look on the grass
He wasn't satisfied until he made his yes-yes
Made his yes-yes-yes, did he get fixed
He wasn't satisfied until he made him sick
He made him sick, oh lord, he made him well
You know about that 'cause the elephant cried out

He's a funny mistreater, robber and a cheater
Strip you in a dozen, yo pop is yo cousin
Yo maaaaaama do the loooooordylooooord!

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(Lyrics & Music Paul Williams)

Tomorrow
Tomorrow never comes
What kind of a fool
Do they take me for?

Tomorrow
A resting place for bums
A trap set in the slums
But I know the score

I won't take no for an answer
I was born to be a dancer now, Yeah!

Tomorrow
Tomorrow, as they say
Another working day and another chore

Tomorrow
An awful price to pay
I gave up yesterday
But they still want more

They are bound to compare me
To Fred Astaire when I'm done yeah

Anyone who feels the rhythm
Movin' through em
Knows it's gonna do em good
To let the music burst out

When you feel assured
Let the people know it
Let the laughter loose
Until your scream
Becomes a love-shout, ah, yeah

Tomorrow
Tomorrow's far away
Tomorrow, as they say,
Is reserved for dreams

Tomorrow
Tomorrow's looking grey
A playground always locked
Trains no winning teams

Won't take no for an answer
I was born to be a dancer now, yeah

Anyone who feels the rhythm through em
Knows it's gonna do em good
To let the music burst out

When you feel assured
Let the people know it.
Let your laughter loose
Until your scream becomes a love shout

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Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Come rescue lunatic skies
All red destruction
Sun rising more directly on my head

I've got to find the direction to follow
Something that's mine, not something I borrowed
Each day I wait, heaven still wait on me

Find it
I've got to find it
Get me behind it
Someplace for me, yeah!

Find it!
Find it!
Find it!
Fiiiind it in meeeee, mm-mm-mm!

I need the leatch from watching you
You dont satisfy me enough today
Time is still near when I will be gone away

Where will you follow, right by the crimson
Dressed in a long black wedding-gown
I've got to find my action by my own

Find it
I've got to find it
Get me behind it
Someplace for me, yeah

Find it!
Find it!
Find it!
Fiiiind it in me, mm-mm-mm!

Open my eyes to lunatic skies
All red destruction
Sunrising morning empty up my head

Find it
I got to find it
Get me behind it
Someplace for me, yeah

Find it!
Find it!
Find it!
Fiiiind it in me, mm-mm-mm!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

Find it
I got to find it
Get me behind it
Someplace for me, yeah

Find it!
Find it!
Find it!

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(Jones / Temperton / Richie)

Hmmmmmm...

Sister - you've been on my mind
And sister - we're two of a kind
So sister - I'm keepin' my eyes on you

I bet you think I don't know nothin' - but singin' the blues
Oh, and sister - have I got news for you
I'm somethin' - I hope you think that you're somethin' too

Oh and darlin'
I've had a low life lomesone road
And I've seen a lot of sun goin' down
So entrust me
No low life's gonna run me around

So let me tell you somethin' sister - remember your name
No twister - gonna steal your stuff away
My sister - we sho' ain't got a whole lot of time

Soooo shake you shimmy, sister
'Cause honey this sure
Is feelin' fiii-iiine!

Woo-hoo!

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Aaaa.... (Instrumental)

[No lyrics]

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