Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; It won’t be easy, what can I say, There will be trouble along the way; ‘Round every corner there’s terror and fear, Always remember that we’re here. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere. A shoulder to cry on whenever you’re alone, You can rely on us you know; Nothing too crazy, nothing too dear, Always remember that we’re here. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere.
Sometimes when the rain comes pouring down, When it comes pouring down, Down on you. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere. I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere.
2,119,339 views May 8, 2019 #TheMother#BrandiCarlile#ByTheWayIForgiveYouThe official music video for Brandi Carlile’s ‘The Mother’ from the album “By The Way, I Forgive You” available now. http://elektrar.ec/BrandiCarlileBTWIFY Connect with Brandi: http://brandicarlile.com / brandicarlile / brandicarlile / brandicarlile Our all-female crew: Director: Jess Lowe Producer: Claire McGirr DP: Frances Chen 1st AC: Rachel Doughty Production Coordinator: Nikki Refghi Featuring: Cheyenne Baer, Victoria Joseph, Snehi S. Kapur, Helena Paek, Sheila Williams, Emily Rosario, Alliah Mourad and their families. Editor: Zoe Mougin Colorist: Sofie Borup Senior Audio Engineer: T Terressa Tate Special thanks to Genero: Mark Wild Roemer and Ellie Cameron-Krepp, Company 3, East of Normal, Final-Cut, Rock Paper Scissors NY & LA, Scheimpflug, Significant Others, SMUGGLER Inc., Amhalise Casting and to our mothers. Produced in partnership with Genero.com, a global creative platform.
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Welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind
You’re tethered to another and you’re worried all the time
You always knew the melody but you never heard it rhyme
She’s fair and she is quiet, Lord, she doesn’t look like me
She made me love the morning, she’s a holiday at sea
The New York streets are busy as they always used to be
But I am the mother of Evangeline
The first things that she took from me were selfishness and sleep
She broke a thousand heirlooms I was never meant to keep
She filled my life with color, canceled plans, and trashed my car
But none of that was ever who we are
Outside of my windows are the mountains and the snow
I’ll hold you while you’re sleeping and I wish that I could go
All my rowdy friends are out accomplishing their dreams
But I am the mother of Evangeline
And they’ve still got their morning paper and their coffee and their time
And they still enjoy their evenings with the skeptics and the wine
Oh, but all the wonders I have seen, I will see a second time
From inside of the ages through your eyes
You are not an accident where no one thought it through
The world has stood against us, made us mean to fight for you
And when we chose your name we knew that you’d fight the power too
You’re nothing short of magical and beautiful to me
Oh, I’ll never hit the big time without you
So they can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine
‘Cause I am the mother of Evangeline
They can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me · Elton John Caribou ℗ 1974 This Record Company Ltd. Released on: 1974-01-01 Associated Performer, Vocals, Piano: Elton John Associated Performer, Bass Guitar: Dee Murray Associated Performer, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar: Davey Johnstone Associated Performer, Drums: Nigel Olsson Associated Performer, Tambourine, Bells: Ray Cooper Associated Performer, Mellotron, Studio Personnel, Engineer: Dave Hentschel Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Carl Wilson Associated Performer, Background Vocalist, Vocal Arranger: Bruce Johnston Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Toni Tenille Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Billy Hinsche Associated Performer, Horn Arranger: Del Newman Producer: Gus Dudgeon Studio Personnel, Engineer: Clive Franks Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Peter Kelsey Composer Lyricist: Bernie Taupin Composer Lyricist: Elton John Auto-generated by YouTube.
I can’t light no more of your darkness All my pictures seem to fade to black and white I’m growing tired and time stands still before me Frozen here on the ladder of my lifeToo late to save myself from falling I took a chance and changed your way of life But you misread my meaning when I met you Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
I can’t find, oh, the right romantic line But see me once and see the way feel Don’t discard me just because you think I mean you harm But these cuts I have, oh, they need love to help them heal
Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free, yeah But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
Writer/s: Bernie Taupin, Elton John Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging Onto the banks of an urban morning That hungers the first light, much much more Than mountains ever do. And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned, unscathed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature And I am the geek with the alchemists stone. For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally One bright blue rose outlives all those Two thousand years and still it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally
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
Party at the beach down in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open You cannot police me, so get off my areola Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga She left my collar on like she my owner So when she downward dog I jump up on her I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
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Kacey Musgraves performs live and stripped back in the Radio 2 Piano Room for the Ken Bruce show.
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I walked across an empty landI knew the pathway like the back of my handI felt the earth beneath my feetSat by the river and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?I’m getting old, and I need something to rely onSo, tell me when you’re gonna let me inI’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen treeI felt the branches of it looking at meIs this the place we used to love?Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?I’m getting old, and I need something to rely onSo, tell me when you’re gonna let me inI’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don’t we goTalk about it somewhere only we know?This could be the end of everythingSo, why don’t we go somewhere only we know?Somewhere only we know
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?I’m getting old, and I need something to rely onSo, tell me when you’re gonna let me inI’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don’t we goTalk about it somewhere only we know?This could be the end of everythingSo, why don’t we go?So, why don’t we go?
Ooh, oh-ohAh, oh
This could be the end of everythingSo, why don’t we go somewhere only we know?Somewhere only we knowSomewhere only we know
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
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