• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• TATTLER - Ry Cooder
• Today - Laura
• The Dollar - Bilal
• Ta Douleur - Camille
• TATTLER - David Soul
• Thee Dweller - Psychic Tv

(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree.
Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule.
You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool
Mmmm, oh, no,
It's not hard for you to understand.
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can.
If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree,
Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be.
But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life.
Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife
Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home.
But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone.
And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home.
But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', ";Darlin', is he gone?";

Today get your cinnamon and pray
Today get your cinnamon and pray for the beauty
Of our land and for the secrets, for the moments
That we use to share
Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust…
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
in a world of sounds… you are always in my favourite
dreams,
lovely tender and proud
you may be…
Running around searching, looking for something
to find while I’m still here waiting for you,
do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?
Today there is nothing left to say
Today there is nothing left to say
We all know that
just a word can break as into pieces
so that we cannot forget
Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
Rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust…
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
in a world of sounds…you are always in my favourite
dreams,
lovely tender and proud
You may be…
Running around searching, looking for something
to find while I’m still here waiting for you,
do you see me at all my sweet love?
Black and white photographs, dirty clothes, two guitars
dirty clothes, two guitars…
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
In a world of sounds…you are always in my favourite
dreams, lovely tender and proud
You may be…
Running around searching, looking for something to find
while I’m still here waiting for you…

I walk the streets to see a homeless man
With his outstretched hands
You know he want somethin' to eat
Or maybe another bag of meth for his head
But he want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar
On my way home, I like to go past
All the nice neighborhoods
See all the big houses
Costs money everywhere
And I want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar
Ooh, it's my lucky day
Now that I can chase that man away
I feel like I can do anything
Ooh, it's my lucky day
Now that I can chase that man away
I feel like I can do anything
Darlin', I can buy everything
Gave back my soul, so fresh, so clean
Smiling those pearly whites
Then waited till I was fast asleep
To rob me in the middle of the night
For the dollar, a dollar, that dollar
With a little bit of money in one hand
Contract in the other
He wanted it so bad
He'd enslave his own brother
For the dollar, a dollar, the dollar, yeah
Ooh, it's my lucky day
Now that I can chase that man away
I feel like I can do anything
Darling, I can buy everything
Ooh, it's my lucky day
Now that I can chase that man away
I feel like I can do anything
Yeah, your life has no meaning at all
And it's all set up for you to fall
That'll make you believe
Oh, don't you believe it, no, no
Yeah, your life has no meaning at all
And it's all set up for you to fall
Why don't you believe it

Lève toi c'est décidé
laisse moi te remplacer
je vais prendre ta douleur
Doucement sans faire de bruit
comme on réveille la pluie
je vais prendre ta douleur
Elle lutte elle se débat
mais ne résistera pas
je vais bloquer l'ascenseur...
saboter l'interrupteur
Mais c'est qui cette incrustée
cet orage avant l'été
sale chipie de petite soeur ?
Je vais tout lui confisquer
ses fléchettes et son sifflet
j'vais lui donner la fessée...
la virer de la récré
Mais c'est qui cette héritière
qui se baigne qui se terre
dans l'eau tiède de tes reins ?
J'vais la priver de dessert
lui faire mordre la poussière
de tous ceux qui n'ont plus rien...
de tous ceux qui n'ont plus faim
Dites moi que fout la science
à quand ce pont entre nos panses ?
si tu as mal là où t'as peur
tu n'as pas mal là où je pense !
Qu'est-ce-qu?elle veut cette conasse
le beurre ou l'argent du beurre
que tu vives ou que tu meurs ?
Faut qu'elle crève de bonheur
ou qu'elle change de godasses
faut qu'elle croule sous les fleurs
change de couleur...
je vais jouer au docteur
Dites moi que fout la science
à quand ce pont entre nos panses ?
si tu as mal là où t'as peur

Whenever you find a man
Who loves every woman he sees
There's always some kind of woman
That's putting him up a tree
And that kind of man he ain't got
As much sense as a mule
'Cause you know all those women, they don't love him,
They're playin' him for a fool
Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can
If you marry the wrong kind of woman
And get to where you cannot breath,
You just as well go get your hat
And let that woman be
And men ought'a make good husbands
And quite trying to lead the fast life
Goin' out, dressin' up, every other woman
Won't put clothes on his own wife
Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can
Now there're lots of good women who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But they're afraid they'll get hold of a rowdy man
Won't leave other women alone
And there're lots of good men who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But everytime they turn their back
There's a man sayin; "Honey, has he gone?"
Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony

Amy Grant
Miscellaneous
I Need Thee Every Hour / Nothing But The Blood
(Duet with Vince Gill)
(Amy)
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.
(Amy)
What can wash away my sin?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
What can make me whole again?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy)
For my pardon, this I see,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
For my cleansing, this my plea,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,