Текст песни «P.M. Dawn - I'd Die Without You»

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Is it my turn to wish you were lying here. I tend to dream you when
I'm not sleeping. Is it my turn to fictionalize my world. Or even
imagine your emotions to tell myself anything... Is it my turn to
hold your hands. Tell you I love you and you not hear me... Is it
my turn to totally understand. To watch you walk out of my life and
not do a damn thing... (Chorus) If I have to give away... The
feeling that I feel. If I have to sacrifice... Oh, whatever babe,
whatever baby. If I have to take apart... All that I am... Is there
anything that I would not do, 'Cause inside I'd die without you...
Oh, I apologize for all the things I've done. But now I'm
underwater and I'm drowning... Is it my turn to be the one to cry.
Isn't it amazing how some things just completely turn around... So
take every little piece of my heart... So take every little piece
of my soul... So take every little piece of my mind... 'Cause if
you're gone... inside... I'd die without you... (Chorus)

@LEGAL_SHIT: Lyric reprint (c) 1993 MCA Music Ltd. admin. by MCA
Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc. (ASCAP) except "Norwegian
Wood" (c) 1965 Northern Songs admin. by Music Corp. of America,
Inc. (BMI), "I'd Die Without You" (c) 1992 MCA Music Ltd. admin by
MCA Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc (ASCAP) and "Intro".
All rights reserved. Used by permission. All tracks produced by PM
Dawn. Tracking and programming engineer: Tyrrell. Mix Engineer:
Michael Fossenkemper except "I'd Die Without You" and "Beyond
Infinite Affections" mix engineer: Tyrrell. Assistant Engineers:
Phil Butcher, Leroy Quintyn, Luke Gifford & Todd S. Childress.
Additional recording by Michael Fossenkemper. Recorded at Gee
Studio London, Strongroom London, Soundtrack Studio New York,
Clinton Studio New York. Songs and album edited and sequenced by
Michael Fossenkemper. Mastered at DMS, New York by Chris Gehringer.
Keyboards, piano, guitar, acoustic guitar, Rhodes and FX by
Tyrrell; except "So On And So On": Guitar-Herbie Tribino.
"Plastic":Keyboards-Prince Be, Cuts-Minutemix. "To Love Me More":
Piano and acoustic guitar-James from Lunarci. "About Nothing":
Backing vocals-Cheryl Cordes. "Norwegian Wood" Guitar-Robert Musso
for MuWorks Records. "Beyond Infinite Affections": Cuts-Cash Money.
"Looking Through Patient Eyes": Backing vocals-Cathy Dennis,
Acoustic guitar-Tony Love. "More Than Likely": Backing vocals-Boy
George, Piano-James for Lunarci. "The Nocturnal Is In The House":
Cuts-Cash Money. "Raining Cats And Dogs": Headphone feedback solo-
Prince Be. "I'd Die Without You": Backing vocals-Cheryl Cordes,
Piano-James from Lunarci. "Patient Eyes", "More Than Likely" and
"To Love Me More" Violins: Max Ellen, Gene Orloff, Elliott Rosoff,
Martis Sweet, Regis Landioro, Sandra Park, Abe Appleman, Violas:
Alfred Brown, Mitsue Takayama, Cellos: Fred Zlotkin, Susan
Poliacick, String Arrangements by Max Ellen, Joesph Gianono and PM
Dawn. Boy George appears courtesy of Virgin Records (UK) Ltd. Cathy
Dennis appears courtesy of Polydor (UK) Ltd.

@GREETS: Thanks to everyone at: Gee Street Records - Wade
Featherstone, Rachel O'Neill, Simon Quance, Melinda Sotomayor,
Gerard Louis, Alasidar George; Gee Street Management - Jo "Rave
Queen" Murray, Kevin "Mr. Fliz" Kiernan, Virginia Orozco and Anne
Booth; Island Records - Chris Blackwell, Tom Hayes, Marc Marot,
Julian Palmer, Matt Stringer, Hilary Neidhart, Judy Troilo, Maureen
Hindin Turkel, Saturo Igarashi, Pat Barry and the grew; Polygram
Label Group - Alain Levy, Rick Dobbis, Johnny Barbis, Jazzy Jordan
and our whole team; Polygram Distribution Group; MCA Music - Nick
Phillips, Paul Connolly; William Morris Agency, Primary Talent,
Special Thanks to: Jon Baker, Ziggi Golding, Boots McEvoy, Keith
Cooper, Tyrrell "Brotha T", Mike Fossenkemper & Todd Childress -
I'm not touching y'all, Luke, Larry Stanley, Hope Carr, Vivien
Goldman (the ghost of Christmas yet to come) Katie Agresta &
Patrick Feifer, Scott "Daddy" Harding, Lisa "Who Knows Everybody"
Klassen, April Gornik, Ceilidh, Matthew & Savannah - If ever I've
ben inspired by innocence, Chris & Evelyn, Cathy Dennis, Boy
George, Cash Money & Brian, Rab (I'm Defended), Stephane Sednaoui,
Recaldo, Clash, Hershey, Donald Fracois, David Fincher, Robert
Carroll, Willy Craft, Laurie Fabiano, Khalil (because I spelled his
name wrong the last time), Propaganda Films, Nike, LaFace Records,
Arista Records, Paramount Pictures, BET, MTV, To George Michael and
Joni Mitchell, thanks for acknowledging the music. "Intro" female
voice - this was a recording of an astrological reading on Prince
Be given by Marge Suti in the summer of 1992. Excerpts from three
talks given by Bhagavan friend. Props to our fellow songwriters:
Stereo MC's, A Tribe Called Quest, Gangstarr, Run DMC, Emosia, Pete
Rock and C.L. Smooth, Beastie Boys, Diamond D, Supercat, Large
Professor, L.O.N.S., Busta Rhymes (My Man), Rumpletilskins, Kid 'N'
Play (Wassup), King Sun, My man Johnny D, Black Sheep, Candyman
(The coolest person I ever met on the road), Hothouse Flowers,
Public Enemy, De La Soul, Paris, Redman, Das EFX, The Hit Squad,
Onyx, Black Moon, Prince, Finesse, Riff, Double XX Posse, Flavor
Unit, Cypress Hill, New Kingdom, BDP, Apache, The Bomb Squad, Brand
Nubian, Digable Planets, Wrecks 'N' Effects, Boys II Men, Heavy D,
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, Brand New Heavies, Chubb Rock,
Howie Tee, Arrested Development, Digital Underground, X-Clan, Grand
Puba. Photography: STEPHANE SEDNAOUI. Paintbox: Applied Graphics.
Art Direction: Ziggi Golding. Design: David Calderley. Stylist
Rommel Wilson. Hair & Make Up: Richard Ken. This entire album is
dedicated to the Gee Street Family, our best friends in the world.
For information and merchandising, send a S.A.S.E to Positive
Plain, Suite 151 Zeckendorf Towers, 111 East 14th St., N.Y., N.Y.
10003.

@MESSAGE: See the Spiritual Being, the Master of Melody, the
Hardcore Heart, juggle between existing as Prince Be and The
Nocturnal. The Quest, or the Explanation of the Hardcore Heart. See
him juggle, see him channel, see him diving for divinity beneath
his sea of being. Far below the waves, he meets two facets of
himself - Prince Be and The Nocturnal. In the Dawn, Prince Be of
the Patient Eyeys is just being, just trying to talk to God. Hoping
to be blessed by the light inside. See-sawing for the balance of
life in harmony. Sometimes he seems to get closer, then it all
swings away. Still, his aura hangs as a halo; his brief brushes
with holiness like the welcome kiss of a butterfly wing. Always
glad to shake the invisible hand that pulls him back from throwing
himself out the window. PM. The Darker side of the divide, The
Nocturnal, takes his turn eternal. Money is love in action, said
Karl the Artist before he passed, to try out another of the twelve
signs that bind us. The Nocturnal exults in success, values in the
material world, the Filth of the Rich - delusions, illusions are
his stock in trade. The Nocturnal cries defiance, unafraid. The
tougher, harder side of night that makes shine the other light. The
epic journey, the great one that all must undertake, is like
learning to drive a car. You get the feel of it after a while.
Driving, driving from the PM to the Dawn, the night is full of
Midnight Sighs. Like the way we flail our fists when the light firs
hits our eyes, there must be a fear, and anger, violent action and
hate. Then, of necessity, there must be love to heal and resolve.
Where the Nocturnal and the Prince Be merge, does the Hardcore
Heart begin? Here's the fight of the Hardcore Heart. Fugitive
realities shuffle before his eyes. Which one fits? Only a certain
heart beat can penetrate: the infinite light that overshadows the
moon. Hiding in hardness, the Plastic Posse never noticed that the
light was out. Fear of feelings, frozen in turn; when the great
thaw hits, the flaw flows in a flood. Will it rain Cats and Dogs,
one last time? Will we live Beyond Infinite Affections? If there is
no what is felt, What is felt? Where's the great warrior? Prophet?
The man who cries only when his history of murders is unlocked in
his heart? Or she who knows when, how to let go? A mental fighter,
not a physical fighter - a warrior of the mind. Why do we need
understanding? It's like breathing. All artists, all heartists, we
want to be understood, want to understand. We have no choice. To
Love Me More. To bask in that understanding, the warmth of being
loved for your true self. Faces stare at each other through the
window. Each side of the mirror, the intense regard. Till, like
liquid mercury, all distance melts, and we merge. Submerge. To
rise, being born anew, a different Quest, a fresh Path to pursue.
The ultimate goal is the neutral zone. There amid looming pyramids,
is rest. Freedom of feelings flows within the reach of all...
Peace. The Ghost of Christmas yet to come.