I was eight years old And running with a dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick Up a paper for my old man I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He’d tousle my hair And say, “son, take a good look around” This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high At my high school There was a lot of fights Between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night In the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain’t nobody Wants to come down here no more They’re closing down the textile mill Across the railroad tracks Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys And they ain’t coming back To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed Talking about getting out Packing up our bags, maybe heading south I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel And said, “son, take a good look around This is your hometown”
Best of the Night: Billie EilishActually Looks Happier Than Ever
Did Billie Eilish even know she was performing at the Grammys? The way she rocked out while singing “Happier Than Ever,” jumping up and down and smiling at her brother, guitarist-producer Finneas, she seemed like she was owning a moment all her own. Not even pouring rain — or the fact that she would walk away with zero trophies among the seven she was nominated for, an egregious shutout given the year she had — could ruin the good time she was having on top of a prop mobile home as she belted “Just leave me aloooo-ho-ho-hone.” But she didn’t lose herself completely; she still remembered to hold up her T-shirt, repping late Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins, sharing in her triumph.
Lyrics
When I’m away from you, I’m happier than ever Wish I could explain it better I wish it wasn’t true, hm Give me a day or two to think of something clever To write myself a letter To tell me what to do, mm-mmm
Do you read my interviews? Or do you skip my avenue? (My avenue) When you (when you) said you were passing through Was I even on your way? I knew when I asked you to (when I asked you to) Be cool about what I was telling you You’d do the opposite of what you said you’d do (what you said you’d do) And I’d end up more afraid
Don’t say it isn’t fair You clearly weren’t aware that you made me miserable So if you really wanna know
When I’m away from you (when I’m away from you) I’m happier than ever (happier than ever) Wish I could explain it better (wish I could explain it better) I wish it wasn’t true (wish it wasn’t true), mmm-hmm
You call me again, drunk in your Benz Driving home under the influence You scared me to death, but I’m wasting my breath ‘Cause you only listen to your fucking friends I don’t relate to you I don’t relate to you, no ‘Cause I’d never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city
And I don’t talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad ‘Cause that shit’s embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fucking sad
So don’t waste the time I don’t have And don’t try to make me feel bad I could talk about every time that you showed up on time But I’d have an empty line ’cause you never did Never paid any mind to my mother or friends So I shut ’em all out for you ’cause I was a kid
You ruined everything good Always said you were misunderstood Made all my moments your own Just fucking leave me alone
272,929 views Feb 26, 2017Provided to YouTube by Rhino/Warner Records Beautiful Child (2015 Remaster) · Fleetwood Mac Tusk ℗ 1979 Warner Records Inc. Remastered 2015, Rhino Entertainment Company Audio Additional Mix Engineer: Bill Inglot Unknown: Bill Inglot Audio Additional Mix Engineer: Brian Kehew
Keyboards, Synthesizer, Vocals: Christine McVie
Producer: Christine McVie
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Beautiful child Beautiful child You are a beautiful child And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten The years disappeared Much has gone by since then I bite my lip, can you send me away? You touch, I have no choice (ooh, ooh) I have to stay (ooh) Ooh, I had to stay Ooh, I had to stay
Sleepless child There is so little time Your eyes say yes But you don’t say yes Well I wish that you were mine I wish that you were mine
You say it will be harder in the morning I wait for you to say, just go Your hands held mine so few hours (I fell into love) But I’m not a child anymore
I’m not a child anymore I’m tall enough to reach for the stars I’m old enough to love you from afar Too trusting? Yes But then women usually are
I’m not a child anymore I’m not a child, oh no (I’m tall enough to reach for the stars) I will do as I’m told (I’m old enough to love you from afar) Even if I never hold you again (too trusting? Yes, but then women usually are) Hold you again (hold you again)
Sleepless child There is so little time (I will do as I am told) Your eyes say yes, but you don’t say yes (Even if I never hold you again) I wish that you were mine (hold you again) I wish that you were mine (even if I never hold you again) Well I wish that you were mine (hold you again) Well I wish that you were mine
If I should stay Well I would only be in your way And so I’ll go, and yet I know I’ll think of you each step of the way
And I will always love you I will always love you
Bitter-sweet memories That’s all I’m taking with me Good-bye, please don’t cry ‘Cause we both know that I’m not What you need
But I will always love you I will always love you
And I hope life, will treat you kind And I hope that you have all That you ever dreamed of Oh I do wish you joy And I wish you happiness But above all this I wish you love I love you I will always love youI,
I will always, always love you I will always love you I will always love you I will always love you
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
Lyrics
I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?
I still watch you when you’re groovin’ As if through water from the bottom of a pool You’re movin’ without movin’ And when you move, I’m moved You are a call to motion There, all of you a verb in perfect view Like Jonah on the ocean When you move, I’m moved
When you move I’m put to mind of all that I wanna be When you move I could never define all that you are to me
So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby
You are the rite of movement Its reasonin’ made lucid and cool I know it’s no improvement When you move, I move You’re less Polunin leapin’ Or Fred Astaire in sequins Honey, you, you’re Atlas in his sleepin’ And when you move, I’m moved
When you move I can recall somethin’ that’s gone from me When you move Honey, I’m put in awe of somethin’ so flawed and free
So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby So move me, baby Like you’ve nothin’ left to prove And nothin’ to lose Move me, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh baby, oh baby Move like grey skies Move like a bird of paradise Move like an odd sight come out at night
Move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby So move me, baby Like you’ve nothin’ left to lose And nothin’ to prove Move me, baby So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby
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