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Ghosts
03:59
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Ghosts
Where your spirit hiding?
Secretly residing.
Taking over the rooms of my mind.
Subconscious in rejection,
Devoid of all affection,
A haunted house, a playground for the unkind.
An invisible, inhospitable host,
Baby I'm taken over by ghosts.
Sliding down the bannisters,
Along the crooked halls,
These walls no longer hiding whats inside.
Its dark and it feels evil,
And boy I'm running scared.
Thank God that I'm a man and not a child.
An invisible, inhospitable host,
Oh baby I'm taken over by ghosts.
And I can't be risking sleeping,
Staying up all night long.
And when your spirit comes a-creeping,
Oh I'll be ready to take you on,
With my song,
With my song,
With my song,
With my song,
An invisible, inhospitable host,
Oh baby I'm taken over by ghosts,
Baby I'm taken over by ghosts
Baby I'm taken over by ghosts.
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City Of Love
04:10
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City of Love
Well I was free, and it was easy,
In the bars of the Marais,
I wasn't looking out for you
But love swept us both away
Honey in your kisses
The stars hung up above
The lights were shining bright
In the City of Love.
Well I been drawn, and I've been quartered,
Taken more than my fair share,
Bent over double til I couldn't stand,
Still your convinced that I don't care.
You turned on the honeymoon,
And the stars fell from up above
And the lights have all gone out now
In the City of Love.
In the City of Love, you were like a drug
In the City of Love, you were like a drug.
Born a peacemaker,
Never let the romance die,
I've long enough to know better,
Will I live long enough to know why, to know why
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
Jump the gun, you come undone,
But always give love a shot,
And if the blood pours from the wounds,
Just give it all you've got.
Cos there's honey in your kisses
Stars hang up above
You still keep on believing
In the City of Love.
In the City of Love, you were like a drug
In the City of Love, you were like a drug
In the City of Love, you were like a drug.
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
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Emperor
03:27
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Emperor
Never had the balls to own my own opinions,
like the angry men holding court in the bars,
makin a point, the argument continues,
and their eyes glisten full of fire and charm..
Oh emperor! How i wish i could be like you..
Emperor gimme reason and gimme truth..
Oh how you put them down, make your feelings known,
and cuts right in like a circus knife was thrown,
and it hits the board and you always get it right
oh gimme some of that so I can captivate the night..
Oh emperor wont you show me what to do,
emperor gimme rhyme and gimme truth..
Oh emperor! How i wish i could be like you..
Emperor gimme reason and gimme truth..
Make me march a column of a thousand men,
through the palaces and castles we must mend..
Show me how to tell them to be true,
the surface must be scratched so we can make it through..
To paradise.. To paradise
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Quel Désastre
04:35
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Quel Désastre
Dans le coeur j'ai une mélancholie,
La tristesse d'un grand amour.
Une chaleur découvert dans la nuit,
Perdu au levé du jour.
Des nuages remplis de pluie,
Cet orage en plein été.
La colére, c'est ta philosophie,
Et les guerres du passé.
Quel désastre!
Quel désastre!
Les larmes qui tombent tout les jours
Ma peau qui devient de plus en plus gris.
Cette silence et les pensées tout autour,
Seul et coincé dans cette mélancholie.
Mais dans le fond, j'ai une petite espoir,
Une lumiere qui a peine brille,
Qu'avec le temps on peut retrouver la gloire,
De cet amour, perdu dans la nuit
Quel désastre!
Quel désastre!
Cet amour, plus fort que hier,
Cet amour, moins fort que demain
Cet amour, j'en serai toujours fier
Cet amour, ce formidable refrain.
Perdu dans la nuit,
Perdu dans la nuit,
Perdu dans la nuit..
Quel désastre!
Dans la nuit..
Quel désastre!
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Fiachna O Braonain Dublin, Ireland
When Fiachna found himself holed up in Paris between 2006 and 2011, he recorded his first solo album Bougainvillea in a one- bedroom apartment near Montmartre… check out the gentle beauty of ‘Ghosts’ or ‘City Of Love’ and pour yourself something sweet for the sailor’s love lament of ‘Bottle Of Rum’. ... more
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