Cover di The Will to Live

The Will to Live
Album - 26 maggio 1997 - Debaser id 13161

di Ben Harper

You so easily amuse
Like a pantomime
Such a silent crime
You so easily abuse
Lack of confindence
It's your best offense
You so easily confuse
You can't deny it
Still you try to hide it

Faded
So faded
Like a memory gone
There's no recollection

Faded
So faded
Like a forgotten dream
Further than it seems

You so hastily defy
When you think you need it
You find a way to bleed it
You so hastily deny
Pleading innocence
It's your best defense
You so hastily reply
The moment (that) you said it
Already regret it

Faded
So faded
Like a memory gone
There's no recollection

Faded
So faded
Like a forgotten dream
Further than it seems

You so easily amuse
You so easily abuse

Faded
So faded
Like a memory gone
There's no recollection

Faded
So faded
Like a forgotten dream
Further than it seems

Faded
So faded
Like a memory gone
There's no recollection
Il tuo voto:
Homeless Child

Nowhere here
to call my home
no one near
to call my own
all that's left
is for me to roam
somebody please
help me hang on

Homeless child
homeless child
what is left
for the homeless child

There is no night
and there is no day
it is all
one shade of gray
some will pass
and some will stay
is this the end
or just one more day

Homeless child
homeless child
what is left
for the homeless child

Sure not much
but it's my best
I just need
some place to rest
if you could just
let me be your guest
I won't burden you
for very long

Homeless child
homeless child
what is left
for the homeless child
Il tuo voto:
I could have treated you better
But you couldn't have treated me worse
But it's he who laughs last
It is he who cries first

Sometimes I feel I know strangers
better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
be the means to an end?

The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

When the last word has been spoken
and we've bleared witness to the final setting sun
All that shall remain is a token
of what we've said and done

When all we've had has been forsaken
And distant church bells no longer ring
That's the sound of a heart taken
and the story of tears from a king

The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

This may be the last time I see you
Forgive me for holding you close
This may be the last time I see you
So of this moment I will make the most

This may be the last time I see you
But if you keep me in your heart
together we shall be eternal
If you believe
we shall never part

The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
Il tuo voto:
Tell me do you really know
your brother man
cause a heart speaks louder
than a color can
and why would you even
shake a man's hand
if you're not going
to help him stand

Jah work
Jah work
Jah work is never done

Every man's actions
belong to he
if prepared for thereafter
to each his destiny
some people believe
and some people know
some people deceive
and some people show

Jah work
Jah work
Jah work is never done

You must do the heaviest
so many shall do none
you have got to stand firm
so many shall run
some they rest their head at night
some get no sleep at all
if you listen close to what you see
you will hear the call
Il tuo voto:
How I am strong
Is to know what makes me weak
How I am found
Is to know just whom I seek
The gift of a blessing
The burden of a sin
Oh, turn, turn to him

I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
Ready to put on my long, white robe

Nailed across
From hand to hand
For the sin
Of every woman and man
And all upon his earth
Is all within his plan
And I know
This shall be my journey home

I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
Ready to put on my long, white robe

Ready
I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
Ready to put on my long, white robe

Covet no silver
Oh, covet no gold
Reach your empty
Hands for him to hold
Up in his kingdom
Glory shall be proclaimed
Ah, sing the song
And praise his name

I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
Ready to put on my long, white robe

Ready
I want to be ready
I wanna be ready
Ready to put on my long, white robe

Ready
I wanna be ready
I wanna be ready
Ready to put on my long, white robe
Il tuo voto:
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
that's what has become
of our love and trust

love has no direction
cause love has no aim
love can leave you
as fast as she came

meeting is such sweet sorrow
cause someday we may have to part
hush don't you make a sound
you're gonna let me down

good things come
to those who wait
but good things are gone
from those who are late

all that i am
is all i can give
but with or without you
my life i must live

meeting is such sweet sorrow
cause someday we may have to part
hush don't you make a sound
you're gonna let me down

living ain't easy
since you've been gone
no one else can please me
or make me feel home

forgetting ain't easy
you stay on my mind
thoughts of us haunt me
can't leave them behind
Il tuo voto:
mama why does he treat me so cold
So cold, so cold
Why do I feel so old
So old, so old
How long has he treated me unkind
Unkind, unkind
Oh, have I always been so blind
So blind, so blind

I'm a widow, I am a widow
Of a living man, of a living man, of a living man

Why can't the times stay the same
Stay the same, stay the same
Now I am begging him to change
Please change, please change
What about all the plans we've made
The plans we've made, Lord I pray
Now I am so afraid, I'm so afraid, I'm so afraid

I'm a widow, I am a widow
Of a living man, of a living man, of a living man
I'm a widow, I am a widow
Of a living man, of a living man, of a living man

mama why does he hurt me so
He hurts me so, he hurts me so
I'm gonna need some place to go
Some place to go, some place to go
He's no longer some kind woman's son
Kind woman's son, kind woman's son
Mama, I think I had better run
I'd better run, I'd better run

I'm a widow, I am a widow
Of a living man, of a living man, of a living man
I'm a widow, I am the widow
Of a living man, of a living man, of a living man
Il tuo voto:
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