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Recoil Album


Bloodline (04/14/1992)
04/14/1992
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3.
The Defector (instrumental)
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7.
Freeze (instrumental)
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f your body's feeling bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walking in the rain
Watch the flowers go to bed
Ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve
All you've got to do's believe

The faith healer, the faith healer

All you've got to do is feel
Your body's going to start to heal
Fingertips of holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
It don't matter what the doctors say
Healer man, sail away
Immortality for two
Miracles will come to you
The faith healer, the faith healer

LyricsCan I put my hands on you

Faith and hope and charity
Simple relativity
He can make you understand
Calm enough to take his hand
Remember when somebody said
Ask the man inside your head
Fingertips and holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire

The faith healer, the faith healer

Can I put my hands on you

The faith healer, the faith healer


. . .


Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown
Maybe 'fore day we're gonna shake 'em on down
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down

Too much of jelly to be throwed away
Save this jelly for some old rainy day
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down

Fix my supper and let me go to bed
This white light'nin' done gone to my head

Must I holler, Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down

Ain't been in Georgia but I've been told
Georgia women got the best jellyroll
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down

See, see, mama what you gone done
Made me love you now your man done come
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down
Baby got somethin' I don't know what it is
Made me drunker than a whiskey still

Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down

. . .

The Defector

[No lyrics]

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I'm not waiting for a king
to rule my mind or anything
I don't need your band of gold
to take me where I need to go

There's an edge to life
that will cut you like a knife
when you lay your head down.
There's a castle of sand
that gets kicked in your face
to see how easily you'd fall from grace.
There's a piece of dust
that crumbles in your hand
if you decide to lose control.
No one can escape
when you find out they're fake
and you want to take the whole lot down.

A simple man
Well he could do more
But you can only see the traces
Lyricsthat have gone before

There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
if you walk the white line.
There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand
if you decide to lose control.
There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face
to see how easily you'd fall from grace.
Yes, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife
when you lay your head down.
You know you can't escape when you find out they're fake
and you want to take the whole lot down.
There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry
when everybody knows we're all born to die.
There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife.

I miss you

There's no power that is such a thrill
that can make a man or anything.

I miss you


. . .



Lord help me to believe, I've got a need
Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed
Deaf to the touch of a human hand
Can't stand beaten down
by a broken old man
Broken men fill a city full of sadness
Broken limbs fill a body full of badness
I need a need other than the sting of sin
I need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut I'm in
I've got a lover, she clothes me in another
A bad thing to bring to
sacrifice under the covers
She said, could all that red
come from inside of me
Like something living made a
decision to cease to be

Life isn't like that, life isn't like this
I have a need to know what it is
Have you stopped to see what it is to be free
How the world has become a giant shopping spree
LyricsLord help me to believe how the world has changed
If it happens enough, does it seem the same
If it happens to me over and over again
Will I cease to feel all the pain I'm in
Will I cease to feel, will I start to believe
Will I need nothing more than the air that I breathe
Well why waste breathing on a living death
Why even bother with another breath
Why believe, why care, why even fucking feel
Why try to see beyond the evening meal
They tell me four billion people are alive today
but they say that life is sacred anyway
But then to see it, no one seems to be living
Oh lord what is it that we're giving

You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts
You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts
You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts
You're blind, blind from the facts


. . .



Come on, the night is young
Seek me out
'Cause I'm ready to get stung
So long, so long,
Feed me,

Come on, show me
Come on, need me
Come on, show me the way
Come on, need me in that way
So long

You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need

Come on, you deserve me
Come on, it's the thought of you in my veins
Come on, show me the way
Come on, show me the feeling
So long

You just never ever get what you want
You just never ever get what you need


. . .

Freeze

[No lyrics]

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