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TRIED AND TESTED annA rydeR
I seem to be wearing second hand clothes
I seem to be driving a second hand car
I feel like I'm singing the same old songs
On the same old guitar
I feel like my body's got a second hand face
I've got a second rate job in a third rate place
And now I'm loving a second hand man
But the love we have is first hand
IT'S TRIED AND TESTED, TRIED AND TESTED
TRIED AND TESTED, IT'S TRIED AND TESTED
Can used up love really be renewed
Can a used conversation ever end
Hand me down your treasure and trash
It can be used again
There is nothing bad about hand-me-downs
You can always change them or turn them around
And now I'm loving a second hand man
But the love we have is first hand
IT'S TRIED AND TESTED
And now I'm sleeping in a second hand bed
Dreaming everyone else's dreams
Nothing's exactly ever the same
Never what it seems
There is nothing wrong with second takes
As long as you don't repeat your mistakes
And now I'm loving a second hand man
But the love we have is first hand
IT'S TRIED AND TESTED....
I AM A SECOND HAND WOMAN WITH A SECOND HAND LIFE
I AM A SECOND HAND WOMAN I CAN LIVE TWICE
SECOND HAND WOMAN WITH A SECOND HAND LIFE
I AM A SECOND HAND WOMAN I CAN LIVE TWICE
SECOND HAND WOMAN YEH YEH
SECOND HAND WOMAN YEH YEH YEH
A SECOND HAND WOMAN AND I
OH I CAN LIVE, I CAN LIVE
CARELESS TALK annA rydeR
You see one thing and you say you've seen another
You hear one thing you tell it differently
Then you dress it all up so it makes good conversation
And in no time at all it's spreading everywhere
Like a disease
YOUR CARELESS TALK
YOUR CARELESS TALK
TO YOU IT'S CUT AND DRIED
YOU DO NOT SEEM TO CARE WHAT I FEEL INSIDE
YOUR CARELESS TALK WRECKS LIVES
Well you have the evidence, you're piling it all up
And you have the answer, two and two make five
But you never spoke to me, you never talked to me
You're supposed to be my friend but you're walking
On the other side
WITH YOUR CARELESS TALK ...
You've made up your mind and everyone else's too
You think you have all the information
But you know nothing except what you've deduced
And you think that you're never mistaken
You've wrapped it all up, yeh, you've worked it all out
So what does it matter what I say
You think what you like and you talk behind my back
Did you really mean to treat me
In this way
WITH YOUR CARELESS TALK ...
YOUR CARELESS TALK YOUR CARELESS TALK
YOUR CARELESS TALK SO CARELESS
SLIDING INTO A DREAM annA rydeR
You're a child lying in your bed with thoughts flying round in your head
Then the homely sound of a distant train or the humming of an aeroplane
Or the sweeping of a passing car
Makes you feel that you really are safe - you're secure
Then you hear people talking downstairs
You don't feel worried and you don't feel scared
You hear the sound of the telephone
Somebody answers and you know you're not alone
NOW YOU'RE SLIDING, SLIDING, SLIDING INTO A DREAM
AND YOU'RE FLYING, FLYING TO A PLACE YOU WANT TO BE
In your dreams
Now I'm here lying in my bed and thoughts of you run in my head
It's dark and starry outside and I turn over and I close my eyes
And I wish that you were here right now
Although I feel that you are with me somehow
And I know I'm alright tonight
Then I hear someone shouting in the street
And the sound of homeward walking feet
A late night TV show strays into my ears as off to sleep I go
NOW I'M SLIDING, SLIDING, SLIDING INTO A DREAM
AND I'M FLYING, FLYING TO A PLACE I WANT TO BE
AND I'M THINKING OF YOU, THINKING OF YOU
ARE YOU THINKING OF ME, THINKING OF ME
Now I've always loved the railway line
The sound takes me home, it takes me back in time
And it travels with me wherever I go - it comforts me to know
People out there are moving around
There are things going on and there's life in sound
And it makes me lay my troubles aside, lay my troubles aside
And I wonder if you can hear me - are my dreams reaching you - maybe
Can you hear them floating across to you
And can you catch them 'cos I want you to
AND I'M SLIDING, SLIDING.......
'Cos I'm thinking of you, are you thinking of me, I'm thinking of you......
PAPER MY WALLS annA rydeR
I'll paper my walls with the letters you sent me
So I can feel your words pressed against me
Put a sign on my door reading no entry
Bury my face in the shirt you lent me
I'll shut my curtains and switch off the light
Stop my clock and stay up all night
No-one dare to ask me if I'm alright
You're in my mind but you're out of my sight
CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN ON MY DOOR IT SAYS NO ENTRY
SO DON'T WAKE ME UP ANYMORE
UNTIL THE TURN OF THE CENTURY
Last train to home I don't wanna take it
Last promise I make now I won't break it
Last chance I've just gotta make it
Last time I leave this still I'm gonna shake it
If I'm so right, how could I be so wrong?
If life is so short, why does it feel so long?
If I'm in, how is it I don't belong?
How come I look so weak when I feel so strong?
CAN'T YOU READ ...
Well I'm easily led and I'm underfed
I'll wear your clothes and I'll sleep in your bed
I'll make your tea and I'll bake your bread
In all your footprints I will readily tread
CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN ON MY DOOR IT SAYS NO ENTRY
SO DON'T WAKE ME UP ANYMORE
UNTIL THE TURN OF THE CENTURY
THAT'S WHERE I'LL BE
I'm gonna paper my walls, not taking any calls
Til the next century
I've told you two thousand times
It's sooner than you think
If anything happens WAKE ME UP!
MAYBE TOMORROW annA rydeR
Stars in the sky and drinks on the table
Voices find lots to talk about
Empty glasses want to be filled up
There are songs to be sung before the night is out
SONGS ARE FOR SINGING
DRINKS MAY BE FOR DRINKING
BUT I WILL LEAVE MY GLASS EMPTY TONIGHT
AND I'LL THROW THESE WORDS INTO A SKY OF STARS
AND MAYBE TOMORROW THINGS WILL BE ALRIGHT
MAYBE, MAYBE TOMORROW
Well I should not be here for I should be sleeping
Got to wake up early and get out of bed
But I can't resist just staying a little longer
I am not going to my home just yet
SONGS ARE....
When everyone's gone, we will still be here
With nothing to drink and nothing much to say
But I will sing your songs and you will sing my songs
Tomorrow doesn't matter, it's a long, long way
SONGS ARE....
SONGS ARE....
MAYBE, MAYBE TOMORROW
NOT SAFE annA rydeR
You may hide behind the sofa or put a cushion over your face
You can hire yourself a chauffeur to drive you to a distant place
Yeh yeh yeh --- yeh yeh
You may shelter in the turnips or camouflage your clothes
Get yourself some red rubber lips and an extra specially big nose
BUT YOU'RE NOT SAFE, YOU'RE NEVER SAFE
YOU'LL NEVER BE SAFE FROM ME
Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
You may board a sea-going vessel and just cast yourself adrift
Why not change your name to Cecil or try to get trapped in a lift
Blast yourself off in a rocket and go walking on the moon
Climb into a box of chocolate ,fly in my beautiful balloon
BUT YOU'RE NOT SAFE .....
'Cos I'm persistent, not inconsistent, you're not resistent to me
Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
Come to me baby!
You can change your postal address or go ex-directory
You can give yourself a bad press and not speak correcterly
BUT YOU'RE NOT SAFE .....
Oh it's ganna be a long time but I'll get you in the end
Oh it's gonna be a long time but I'll get you in the end
Oh it's gonna be a long time but I'll get you in the end
In the end, in the end, I'll get you in the end
In the end, end, it's the end
HEAPS OF METAL annA rydeR
My car's broken, my car's bust
It's a worthless pile of rust
Just when I need it, it lets me down
Now how'm I s'posed to get around?
I gotta borrow a motor and borrow some cash n'
Try to keep up with this car-world fashion
'Cos in my life I gotta have some wheels
Without my car you don't know how it feels
ALL MY LIFE ON THESE I'VE RELIED
HEAPS OF METAL WITH ENGINES INSIDE
OIL AND PETROL AND FUMES AND GLASS
CARS, CARS, THEY'RE CALLED CARS
My car's old, my car's a wreck
I wish it worked like something off Star Trek
But I pay out money for fuel and repairs
It makes me curse and it makes me swear
But sometimes I think my car is living
Born on a Friday, loving and giving
And I stroke its dashboard and speak so nice
I say please and thankyou twice
ALL MY LIFE .....
My brakes failed on the motorway
I thought that I'd lived my last day
It swerved to the left and it swerved to the right
AA got me home that night
Well I got it fixed and paid good money
And after a while I even thought it was funny
Til one fine day it happened again
I tell ya this car's driving me round the bend
ALL MY LIFE .....
My car's bust, my car's broke
It's a bad non-running joke
A heap of metal turning to scrap
But really I will love it
It'll be mine to covet
Yes, I'll love it when I get it back
I want my car back
On the tarmac - I want, I want my car
LET ME GO annA rydeR
LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO
I DON'T WANT TO WALK WITH YOU ANYMORE
IF YOU WON'T TALK TO ME
Nothing lasts for ever
Nothing stays the same
But you can keep it together
Only if you try once again
But one too many times I've tried and failed
And seen it all turn stale
And found I'm on a dead end trail
LET ME GO ...
So I'll turn away now
And take a different path
And from that path I will not stray
For my days to walk with you have passed
Far too many times I've stepped upon this beaten track
And taken all this flack
And now I'm never turning back
LET ME GO ...
Now I'll see the sky
And wander all around
And find a tree to climb
Growing from a greener piece of ground
One too many times I've wished to be free
Without a hold on me
To be content indeed
LET ME GO ...
LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO
LET ME TAKE ANOTHER WAY
FOR WITH YOU I CANNOT STAY, NO, WITH YOU I CANNOT STAY
WHO'S THE FOOL annA rydeR
You were the one who trod on my toes
And I was the one who said sorry
Yes I was the one who laughed at your joke
But really the joke was on me
You were the one who used up my money
And I was the one who was poor
And you were the one who used up my love
And yet I still gave you more
WHO'S THE FOOL, WHO'S THE FOOL
I END UP WITH NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL
You were the one who travelled to my door
And I was the one who paid the fare
Yes I was the one who let you in
Hoping you'd always be there
You were the one who took my place
And I was the one left standing
And you were the one who slept in my bed
And I was left out on the landing
WHO'S THE FOOL, WHO'S THE FOOL
I END UP WITH NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL
You were the one who pushed me out
But I just kept coming back in
And I was the one who was always wrong
And you always knew everything
Oh I was the one who bought you the drink
And I was the one who cried
And you were the one who could never talk
No matter how hard you tried
WHO'S THE FOOL, WHO'S THE FOOL
YOU END UP WITH NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL
And who is the one sorry now
And who is the one to be crying
It's too late to change things no matter how
Hard you keep trying and trying
You were the one who used up my love
Until I did not care
So I may as well it's the only way
For it was more than I could bear
WHO'S THE FOOL, WHO'S THE FOOL
YOU END UP WITH NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL
WHO'S THE FOOL, WHO'S THE FOOL
WE END UP WITH NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL
POCKETS ON FIRE annA rydeR
You've got a pocketful of grime
It's been building up
And every time you look for something
You can't see what you've got
And then you get all covered in dirt
With the things you didn't know you had
Buried deep in the lining
They seem to be making you sad
With things from your children
Things from your mother
Things from your sister
Things from your lover
The things in your pockets are weighing you down
I don't see how you get around
BUT YOU CAN BE A FATHER
YOU CAN BE A BROTHER OR SON
YOU CAN BE A LOVER
BUT YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE
You got paper hankies and bits of straw
And money that's out of date
You got sand from the beach and children's sweets
You carry around such weight
And the things that you keep in your pockets
Remind you of them all
You're thinking about them, thinking about them
All they have to do is call
OH I'VE GOT A SECRET DESIRE TO SET YOUR POCKETS ON FIRE
OH I'VE GOT A SECRET DESIRE
YOU CAN BE A FATHER
YOU CAN BE A BROTHER OR SON
YOU CAN BE A LOVER
BUT YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE
YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE
YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE
You got a key for a front door
You'll never open again
And a photo of someone who changed long ago
But you couldn't tell when
You got things from yourself when you were someone else
Now when you find you're running out of time
All you've got is a pocket, a pocketful of grime
OH I'VE GOT A SECRET DESIRE TO SET YOUR POCKETS ON FIRE
OH I'VE GOT A SECRET DESIRE
Things from your children, things from your mother
Things from your sister, things from your lover
The things in your pockets are weighing you down
I don't see how you get around
BUT YOU CAN BE A FATHER
YOU CAN BE A BROTHER OR SON
YOU CAN BE A LOVER
BUT YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE
YOU DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE
YOU DON'T BELONG, YOU DON'T BELONG
YOU DON'T BELONG
FREEDOM HYMN annA rydeR
My voice is weak I can barely speak
My hands are too cold for you to hold
My feet won't allow me to walk away
For I am more tired, I am more tired
I am more tired than I can say
The good things I have done seem few
Friends are gone to the distance I once knew
And I've hardly travelled from this land
And I've let freedom, I've let freedom
I've let freedom slip through my hand
NOW I AM WORN FROM ALL THIS TRYING
AND I AM TORN FROM CONSTANT CRYING
BUT I WILL RISE UP ONE DAY
AND THROW THIS CRUEL PAIN AWAY
Inside my body there is a child
Who still believes that the world is truly wild
She's longing to tell me something lost inside
But I can't hear her, I can't hear her
I can't hear her though I have tried
FOR I AM WORN ....
In spite of all this my heart beats strong
Like a drum it raises up the song
It's so hard to understand
Yet I've held freedom, I've held freedom
I've held freedom in my hand
FOR I AM WORN ....
FOR I AM WORN ....
It's so hard to understand
Yet I hold freedom, I hold freedom
I hold freedom in my hand
LATE NIGHTS annA ryder
Sitting around late at night
Talking about nothing much
And getting drunk and tired
That's a thing I'll look back on
When I'm thinking about all of the things that I've done
And wond'ring where are you all
And remembering somebody saying
LET'S HAVE ONE MORE DRINK, ONE MORE DRINK
ONE MORE DRINK AND THEN I'LL GO
I DON'T THINK IT'S SUCH A BAD THING
TO HAVE JUST ONE MORE DRINK
BEFORE I TAKE A WALK BACK HOME
And the landlord lets us buy another round
He's laughing and joking saying haven't you got homes to go to?
But we think this a place we would rather be
And don't care much about the next day that we've got to get through
And staying and staying
And somebody saying
LET'S HAVE ONE MORE DRINK ...
And standing around in the cold outside
Talking about nothing much
Beneath the moon and the stars
It seems like we want to be here all the time
And it seems like our homes are a million miles from this place
And then somebody's saying
LET'S HAVE ONE MORE DRINK ...
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