James Blunt: Same Mistake (PS. I Love You Soundtrack)

James Blunt
Same Mistake 6.8 MB (+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+)

Saw the world turning in my sheets
And once again I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go

Uhuh uhuh uhuh

And so I sent some men to fight
And one came back at dead of night
Said he'd seen my enemy
Said he looked just like me
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go

Uhuh uhuh uhuh

I'm not calling for a second chance
I'm screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don't give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake again

Uhuh uhuh uhuh

And maybe someday we will meet
And maybe talk but not just speak
Dont buy the promises cause
There are no promises I keep
And my reflection troubles me
So here I go

Uhuh uhuh uhuh

I'm not calling for a second chance
I'm screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don't give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake

I'm not calling for a second chance
I'm screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don't give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake again

Uhuh uhuh uhuh

Uhuh uhuh uhuh
Saw the world turning in my sheets
Uhuh uhuh uhuh
And once again I cannot sleep
Uhuh uhuh uhuh
Walk out the door and up the street
Uhuh uhuh uhuh
Look at the stars
Uhuh uhuh uhuh
Look at the stars falling down
Uhuh uhuh uhuh
And I wonder where
Uhuh uhuh uhuh
Did I go wrong?

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» photo: personal archive (unknown)
» lyric: lyrics007.com

Wall-E Soundtrack: Put On Your Sunday Clothes

Wall-E Soundtrack
Put On Your Sunday Clothes (+|+)

Cornelius:
Out there
There's a world outside of Yonkers
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
There's a slick town, Barnaby
Out there
Full of shine and full of sparkle
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby
Listen, Barnaby...
Put on your Sunday clothes,
There's lots of world out there
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white in a perfumed night
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town
In one of those new horsedrawn open cars

Cornelius & Barnaby:
We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
And we'll close the town in a whirl
And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!

Dolly:
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!

Dolly & Ambrose:
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes

Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:
Get out your feathers, your patent leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday...
No Monday in your Sunday...
No Monday in your Sunday clothes!

Townspeople, All:
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took

Dolly,Townspeople, All:
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Women:
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
All:
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Get out your feathers
Your patent leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!

[Dance interlude]

Children:
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took

Women:
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about

Townspeople, All:
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song
A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose
Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers
Your red suspenders and hose
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!

Dolly:
Ermengarde keep smiling no man wants some little meaning!
Ambrose do a turn, let me see!
Mr.Hackl, Mr.Tucker don't forget Irene and Minnie,
Just forget you ever heard a word from me!
All Aboard!

Townspeople:
All Aboard!

Dolly:
All Aboard!

Townspeople:
All Aboard!

Dolly:
Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!

All:
All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!

Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there
Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air

Dolly:
To town we'll trot to a smokey spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!

All:
WOW

All:
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove

Dolly:
We wanna take New York by Storm!

All:
We'll join the Astors
At Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
That we won't come home
No we won't come home
No we won't come home until we fall in love!


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What the original scene at YouTube: Put On Your Sunday Clothes (with Michael Crawford)!

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» photo: personal archive
» lyric: stlyrics.com

Dusty Springfield: Windmills Of Your Mind

Dusty Springfield
Windmills Of Your Mind 3.6 MB (+|+|+)

Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel thats turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

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» photo: personal archive (London, pbase.com)
» lyric: lyricsfreak.com

Nickelback: Hero

Nickelback
Hero 3.0 MB (+|+|+)

I'm so high. I can hear heaven.
I'm so high. I can hear heaven.
Oh but heaven, no heaven don’t hear me.

And they say that a hero could save us.
I’m not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Someone told me that love would all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, n' blood-spilling
that world never came.

And they say that a hero could save us.
I’m not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away. hi-igh-igh!

Now that the world isn't ending,
it's love that I’m sending to you.
It isn’t the love of a hero,
and that’s why I fear it won’t do.

And they say that a hero could save us.
I’m not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

And they're watching us
(Watching Us)
They're watching us
(Watching Us)
as we all fly away.

And they're watching us
(Watching us)
They're watching us
(Watching us)
As we all fly away,
(Yeah)
Yeah.

And they're watching us
(Watching us)
They're watching us
(Watching us)
As we all fly away

(Yeah, yeah. Whoa-oh.)


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» photo: personal archive (pbase.com)
» lyric: sing365.com