Paroles A b song Tom Mcrae

A b song

A & b song

A say's he's glad to be here, b's chasing storms in the lightning state,
Where everyday above ground is a good day, and life is great.
A's got a cocaine body, b's got a benylin brain,
A knows he's gonna be some body, b don't believe in fame.

And all our time slips away

A's got a girl for each season, b's got a mail order bride,
A knows he's headed for salvation, b's afraid to die.
If hell is in the detail, babe, I'm a microscope,
I know I'll live to see you swinging, given enough rope.

And all our time slips away

A's growing tired of conversation, he's ready for his final scene,
B's whistling hotel california, and still living out the dream.
Here we are together, let's roll the dice just one more time,
Odd number says we walk away now, even says we die ...don't wanna die.

And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away

Producer : chris hughes.
Tom mcrae : vocals, acoustic guitars, percussion, harmonica. chris hughes:
Drums, percussion.
Mark frith : electric guitar, hammond, bass. tony marrison: programming.

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Language of fools

I cannot use this language of fools to communicate with you.
The things that you say to mark the time of the day are calculated to bemuse.
And hey yeah ...hey hey yeah

Won't you hide me, won't you hold my life, let me have this time.
And lie here while I close my eyes, hold me through this night.

One good day will lead the way for another, my love.
Living here things are never so clear you discover my love,
And hey yeah ...hey hey yeah.

Won't you hide me, won't you hold my life, let me have this time.
And lie here while I close my eyes, hold me through this night.
Hide me, won't you hold my weight, hold me through this night.

Produced : chris hughes/tom mcrae.
Tom mcrae : vocals, guitars, piano, percussion. clive jenner : drums. mark
Frith : piano, hammond.
Chris hughes : percussion. strings arranged by anthony clarke.

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Get me out, get me out, get me out of this room, let me see.
Cut it out, cut it out, rip it out from this wound, let me bleed.
But wait now, wait now for me... won't you...

Shut it out, shut it out, black it out with the night, to put me at ease won't
You...
Talk it out, talk it out, yell out to the ghosts that stalk the street.
But wait now, wait now for me...

And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea.
I've been waiting for so long.

Take my hand, take my hand, kiss me softly, then take your leave..won't you..
Sit down, sit down, take the weight of me, let me grieve.
But wait now, wait now for me.

And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea.
I've been waiting for so long.

But wait now, wait now for me.

And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea.
I've been waiting for so long.

Producer : chris hughes. tom mcrae : vocals. howard jones : piano.

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Sau paulo rain

There's always a party on funeral row, where the cross flashes red to the
Street.
And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface od sleep.

The vultures on main street are eyeing you up, calculating the wait of your
Bones.
And midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we all can sleep safe in our
Homes.

And the storms in the distance hold no rain, and I feel my resistance giving
Way.
Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time... sau paulo rain... sau
Paulo rain

Do not disturb this blood red earth, there's giants sleeping beneath,
And carnival queens on their deathbed scenes all go through the motions of
Grief.
Take another hit, let the bottle slip through your fingers and break like a
Promise made...
The day I remember, my heart I will keep, my voice I surrender and I will not
Speak to lie.

We were so alive, we were so alive.
Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time... sau paulo rain... sau
Paulo rain

Producer : tom mcrae/jamie cullum.
Tom mcrae : vocals, acoustic/electric guitars.
Tony marrison : bass, keyboards.
Clive jenner : drums.
Anthony clarke : piano.