Тексты песен «Aimee Mann»

I know there's a word for this I know there's a word for the way I'm feeling I know there's a word for this I know it, and it's on the tip of my tongue And it won't go any further. I know there's a word for this I...

I should thank you almost no one could kill it off until you bled it but I got rid of that ghost 'though certain habits remain imbedded with the shadow of a doubt but baby it was you who fed it and I don't know what...

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas And then, baby, I'm through Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference Except maybe to you But I've tried to use that trick Like a carrot on a stick So I was...

I'm dreaming tonight Of a place I love Even more than I usually do. And although I know It's a long road back I promise you I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe And...

We made it down to New York With everything intact But as for getting back It was Boo who made the joke, They don't give you any hope But they'll leave you plenty of rope And Dan came in from Jersey He...

There comes a time when you swim or sink So I jumped in the drink 'cause I couldn't make myself clear Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh I've tried to think How I could have made it appear But another illlustration...

As we were speakin' of the devil You walked right in Wearin' hubris like a medal You revel in But it's me at whom you'll level Your javelin Wasn't that just our dear friend Ron? (Dear friend Ron) Throwin' your...

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit A wire travels underground to a vacant lot And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot Where something I can't see interrupts the current And from behind the screen it...

It's not what you thought When you first began it. You got, what you want You can hardly stand it though By now you know It's not going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop Till you wise up...

All you want to do is something good So get ready to be ridiculed and misunderstood 'cause don't you know that you're a fucking freak in this world In which everybody's willing to choose swine over pearls And maybe...

everything's beautiful, every day's a holiday, the day you live without it, everything changes up, everything shifts and falls unless you care about it, but you sit there in the darkness, and you make plans but...

Well, today a friend told me this sorry tale As he stood there trembling and turning pale He said each day's harder to get on the scale Sort of like Jacob Marley's chain. But it's not like life's such a vale of...

Pre>chords: G5 3x0033 Gma9 3x0232 D/c# x4023x Bm/a x04432 G2 3x023x D2 xx0230 F#m7 2x2220 *** intro: G5 | g5 | g5 *** verse 1: Gma9 d He's infinitely wise D/c# bm bm/a g But he infinitely lies Em...

So maybe I wasn't That good a friend But you were one of us And I will wonder Just like anyone If there was something Else I could've done So maybe it's true that Your cry for help Was oh, so very faint But...

Pre> Intro: C g ||: d em g :|| Verse 1: D em g d When you were with me, you were killing time D m g d I took a lot of yours, but you took all of mine D em g d I'd say something - but you would never take it...

pre> Intro: C g ||: d em g :|| Verse 1: D em g d When you were with me, you were killing time D m g d I took a lot of yours, but you took all of mine D emgd I'd say something - but you would never take it...

So maybe I wasn't That good a friend But you were one of us And I will wonder Just like anyone If there was something Else I could've done So maybe it's true that Your cry for help Was oh, so very faint But...

The king of the jailhouse And the queen of the road Think sharing the burden will lighten the load So they pack up their troubles In an old Cadillac That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back Baby, there's...

Pre> ***intro: Em d/f# g c Em d c g *** verse: 1 Em d/f# g c We've known her ever since she was a kid Em d c g She was the kind of girl who repeats her mistakes Em d/f# g c Her parents never minded what she...

From the 22nd floor Walking down the corridor Looking out the picture window down On Sycamore While perspective lines converge Rows of cars and buses merge All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst Like little...