Showing posts with label downtempo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label downtempo. Show all posts

Friday, March 09, 2007

Sia - Numb



I saw you cry today
The pain may fill you
I saw you shy away
The pain will not kill you

You made me smile today
You spoke with many voices
We travelled miles today
Shared expressions voiceless

It has to end
Living in your head
Without anything to numb you
Living on the edge
Without anything to numb you

It has to end to begin

Began an end today
Gave and got given
You made a friend today
Kindred soul cracked spirit

It has to end to begin

Living in your head
Without anything to numb you
Living on the edge
Without anything to numb you

It had to end to begin

Living in your head
Without anything to numb you
Living on the edge
Without anything to numb you

Living in your head
Without anything to numb you
Living on the edge
Without anything to numb you

it has begun

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Emiliana Torrini - Easy



It's not an accident
You mean to touch me
And that's exactly why I'm here
A trick of confidence
Twenty years inside
You're exactly what I need

But I bide
Don't have time to play
So put your toys away

Don't take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Should we take it easy

I break into the park
With the insects
Striking up the costume ball
The light is lovely here
In the neon glow
I could never want for more

But I bide
Don't have time to play
So put your toys away

Don't take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Should we take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Should we take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Easy yeah

Friday, February 02, 2007

Sia - Sunday



For those who've slept
For those who've kept
Themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday

For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday
Sunday

For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway