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The Twilight Singers
The Twilight Singers


Background information
Origin New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
One Little Indian Records
Website Website
Members
Greg Dulli
Dave Rosser
Scott Ford
Greg Wieczorek
Rick Nelson
Former members
Cully Symington
Jon Skibic
Michael Sullivan
John Nooney
Mathias Schneeberger
Peter Adams
Manuel Agnelli
Shawn Smith
Harold "Happy" Chichester
Bobby MacIntyre
Brian Young
Jeff Klein
Michael Horrigan



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The Twilight Singers Album


She Loves You (08/24/2004)
08/24/2004
1.
Feeling Of Gaze (Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions)
2.
Too Tough To Die (Martina Topley-Bird)
3.
Hyperballad (Björk)
4.
Strange Fruit (Billie Holiday)
5.
6.
Real Love (Mary J. Blige)
7.
8.
A Love Supreme (John Coltrane)
9.
10.
11.
Summertime (George Gershwin)
. . .


Got your hair all done up
Like a woman again
Got a feeling of gaze
At the doorway again

I feel alone for you
I feel alive with you
I feel a sin fading
Celebrate, celebrate

Going to play my favourite song
Going to play it all night long
Going to feel a sense of falling
Going to hush my heart so holy

I feel alive with you
I feel alone for you
I feel a sin fading
Celebrate, celebrate
Celebrate, celebrate
Celebrate, celebrate

. . .


I always wonder why my mama left town
New Haven ain't a bag of salt
When nobody knows your name
You look so different over the phone

Seven states away they're doing
Doing the strange fruit swing
When they come down
You have to leave town

I am too tough to die
I am too tough to die

Blessed are those who believe
Who believe and have not seen
I wasn't there and it's got me wondering
And the man you make then and now

He's burning
School's are learning
You can't unlearn it
No room to turn, let alone run
No room to turn, let alone run

And I am too tough to die
I am too tough to die

It's in their eyes, it's unspoken
Don't even know they're out to do you harm
Can't even see the pulse beating
In the axle of your arm

Outlaw wearing diamond patches
Of sunlight on his coat
Living in a cage make a seven time daddy
Lose his mind to roam
Derision's a cold wind against my skin
You keep a flaying till there's no skin at all
What's to hold it together when you stumble
And then you fall

And I am too tough to die
I am too tough to die

. . .


We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
And every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way
To start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's real early morning
No one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here
Safe up here, safe up here

Safe up here
Safe up here
Safe up here

. . .


Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit indeed, strange fruit indeed

. . .


What makes you think you're the one
Who can laugh without crying?
What makes you think you're the one
Who can live without dying?

Every little bit is there to see
Every little bit of you and me

What makes you think I'm the one
Who'll be there when you're calling?
What makes you think I'm the one
Who will catch you when you're falling?

Every little bit of you and me
Every little bit is there to see

What makes you think I'm the one
Who will love you forever?
Everything you do has been done
And this won't last forever

Every little bit is there to see
Every little bit of you and me

. . .


We are lovers through and through
And we made it through the storm
I really want you to realise
I really want to turn you on

I've been searching for someone
To satisfy my every need
Won't you be my inspiration?
Be the real love that I need?

Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searching for a real love

When I met you I just knew
That you'd take my heart and run
Until you told me how you felt for me
Said I'm not the one

So I slowly came to see
All the things you were made of
And now I hope your dreams and inspirations
Lead me to find some real love

Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searching for a real love

A love so true
Oh baby, I thought your love was true

Thought you were the answer
To the questions in my mind
Now it seems that I was wrong
If I stay strong maybe I'll find my

Real love
I'm searching for my real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searching for my real love

So I try my best to pray to god
To send me someone real
To caress me and to guide me
To know that I can feel

Now I know I can be faithful
I can be your arm in arm
I'll give you good love in the summer time
Winter, spring and fall

Real love
I'm searching for my real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searching for my real love

Real love
I'm searching for my real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searching for my real love

It's real love
It's real love
It's real love
It's real love
It's real love
It's real love
It's real love

. . .


Hard time's are here
And everywhere you go
Times are harder
Than ever been before

Well, people, they are drifting
From door to door
But they can't find no heaven
I don't care where they go

You say you've got money
You better be sure
These hard times will kill you
They'll drag you down slow

If I ever can get up off of this
Hard killing floor
You know I'll never get down
This low no more

You hear me singing
This old lonesome song
You know these hard times
Can't last us so long

. . .


A love supreme
A love supreme

A love supreme
A love supreme

A love supreme
A love supreme

A love supreme
A love supreme

A love supreme
A love supreme

. . .


Stay, baby, don't go away
‘Cause I could never find nobody to make me feel this way
Stay, baby, don't go away
‘Cause I could never find nobody to make me feel this way

I won't be able to sleep peacefully
In bed without beside me, darling, darling, any more
I won't be warm and secure
Oh baby, baby, baby, like I was before

I'll just lie tossing and turning
Oh baby, baby, baby, all night long
Scared that if I closed my eyes
When I got ready to wake up I might find you gone

Stay, baby, don't go away
‘Cause I could never find nobody to make me feel this way
Stay, baby, don't go away
‘Cause I could never find nobody to make me feel this way

No, I never felt, never felt this way before
No, I never felt, never felt this way before
Baby, I never felt, never felt this way before

. . .


Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands

Oh I love my lover and well she knows
Yes, I love the ground on where she goes
And still I hope that the time will come
When she and I will be, will be as one
When she and I will be, will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands

. . .

Summertime

[No lyrics]

. . .


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