Liza Minnelli – Cabaret lyrics

Come blow a horn, Start celebrating; Right this way, Your table’s waiting. “ And as for me, I made my mind up, back in Chelsea, When I go, I’m going like Elsie. I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie, With whom I shared Four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn’t waht you’d call A blushing flower… As a matter of fact She rented by the hour. What good is sitting alone In your room? Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Time for a holiday. No use permitting Some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. The day she died the neighbors Came to snicker: “Well, that’s what comes From too much pills and liquor. Start by admitting, From cradle to tomb Isn’t that a long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Only a Cabarert, old chum And I love a Cabaret. I remember how she’d turn to me and say: “What good is sitting alone In you room? Come hear the music play. I think of Elsie to this very day. Come hear the music play. Time for a holiday. “ But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, She was the happiest… Corpse… I’d ever seen. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret! Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Come taste the wine, come hear the band. Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom.

All Smiles Lyrics – Sworn In

There’s none Round and round Round and round I’m all smiles Round and round We go Round and round We go I’m all smiles Don’t show them Don’t ever let them see that side of me Just use a prosthetic smile you fucking amputee Round and round Round and round I’m all smiles They say, the eyes are the window to the soul If you couldn’t tell that mine is dead the grin met it’s goal Distractions and first impressions Throw you off with fake expressions Throw you off with fake expressions I never let you see inside I don’t leave room for anything to be implied I never let you see inside Run better run if I ever get untied Ten nine eight I just can’t relate Seven six five four Shut the door Three two one Real self?

Puppeteer Lyrics – Sworn In

It’s not manipulation if I let you do it So don’t feel fucking bad because I’m begging you to do it Cause when I get like this I really can’t dismiss I’m lifeless all around and I want to reminisce When I try to set it straight I fold and feel the weight I’m digging at my ears But I can’t understand what they say They interrupt and scream But now I get the theme It’s all a big god damn scheme Be my, be my puppeteer Pull my strings Feed me lines And whisper in my ear I’m off the rails I’m on the lam I hate who I am I’m off the rails I’m on the lam Tell me what to do, that’s the plan Pose me in any fashion Change the way I walk I’d rather be a puppet Than an outline in chalk Be my, be my puppeteer Pull my strings Feed me lines And whisper in my ear

Cross My Heart Lyrics – Sworn In

I wish nobody poked these holes At the top of this god damn jar I never knew I never knew That you’re my least favorite part I crossed my heart You say you want it I say you don’t You say you want it but you won’t There’s only needles There’s no more eyes You say you want it I’ve given you so many tries I’ve given you so many tries Cross my heart And hope to die I’ll never understand So I won’t try It’s been a while since I let you breathe It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve tried to make you leave We’re the same and there’s nothing I can do I accept this part and I think I love it too

In The Room: Cruisin’ Lyrics – Gallant & Andra Day

Ooh, yeah baby Ooh, yeah Ooh, ooh Baby let’s cruise, away from here Hey, don’t be confused, the way is clear And if you want it you got it, you’ll be fine This is not a one night stand, baby Just let the music take your mind (hey) Just release and you will find You’re gonna fly away Glad your goin’ my way I love it when we’re cruisin’ together The music is played for love Cruisin’ is made for love I love it when we’re cruising together No, no, no, no Oh, yeah Ooh-oh Na-na-na-na So good Baby tonight belonged to us, (ooh, no, no) Everything’s right, do what you must, my lover And inch by inch we get closer and closer To every little part of each other You’re gonna fly away, (fly away) Glad your goin’ my way, (my way) I love it when we’re cruisin’ together The music is played for love (it is played) Cruisin’ is made for love I love it when we’re cruisin’ together

Out Of My System Lyrics – Youngr

Yeah, I could love you Go get a job and start to save Stay at my mum’s house Look out at the window at the rain Or I could ignore it, but I’d just be fuckin’ with your brain I only get one shot, yeah, I got dreams in my suitcase So I’ll play a little harder Do Burning Man in Nevada Go get lost in the Sahara Do it all while I got time Get taken away by the sirens Go get fucked up on an island I need to dance with my demons I don’t want them all my life I say before the world gets serious and go buy my shirt and tie I need to access all areas, work on my chat-up lines So give me the girls, give me the girls Give me the beach and the sunshine Yeah, I’m on a mission Trying to get it all out of my system Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Is it in your DNA Are we made for running wild I gotta get away, yeah In my own nomadic style Living la vida, go fiesta ‘Til I max out the Visa Only got one life I say, yeah To find the right señorita So I’ll play a little harder Do Burning man in Nevada Go get lost in the Sahara Till we’re safe by the water Get taken away by the sirens Go get fucked up on an island I need to dance with my demons I don’t want them all my life I say before the world gets serious and go buy my shirt and tie I need to access all areas, work on my chat-up lines So give me the girls, give me the girls Give me the beach and the sunshine Yeah, I’m on a mission Trying to get it all out of my system Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh

Bag Of Bones Lyrics – Zz Ward

If you ain’t next to me, darlin’ Oh, then I’m nothing but a bag of bones If you ain’t next to me, darlin’ Oh, then I’m nothing but a bag of bones Baby, when you are beside me It’s like we’re walking on stars Baby, when you are inside me You know we light up the dark I never needed nobody I hear your train on the tracks You snuck right in, caught you, caught it No falling in love, and it’s too late to fall back What should I do when you leave me? What should I do when you’re gone? Baby, you’re my bourbon honey Baby, you’re my Cherry Coke My mystery man from Montgomery My favorite liquor is strong, yeah I never needed nobody I hear your train on the tracks You snuck right in, caught you, caught it No falling in love, and it’s too late to fall back What should I do when you leave me? What should I do when you’re gone?

2 Am Lyrics – Sir Sly

Hold on, calm down This will all be over any minute now You’re fine, you’re good I’d shrug you off, but I’d believe you if I could I’m just panicking; I feel it in my heart now I’m freaking myself out; I’m keeping my head down I’m just panicking; I’m losing my own sight now I’m freaking myself out; I’m keeping my head down (Down, down, down, down-down) (Down, down, down-down-down-down-down-down) It’s 2 AM and I’m surrounded, but I feel alone It’s 2 AM; I need to go outside, have a smoke It’s 2 AM and I’m surrounded, but I feel alone It’s 2 AM; I need to go outside, have a smoke Breathe in, breathe out I’m fine now Pass out, wake up Your words are kind, but they’re just not enough I’m just panicking; I feel it in my heart now I’m freaking myself out; I’m keeping my head down I’m just panicking; I’m losing my own sight now I’m freaking the fuck out; I’m keeping my head down I’m just panicking; I feel it in my heart now I’m freaking the fuck out; I’m keeping my head down I’m panicking; I feel it in my heart now I feel it in my heart now, I feel it in my heart now (Down, down, down, down-down) (Down, down, down-down-down-down-down-down) It’s 2 AM and I’m surrounded, but I feel alone It’s 2 AM; I need to go outside, have a smoke

Say You Won’t Let Go Lyrics – Leroy Sanchez

I met you in the dark You lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away We drank too much I pull your hair back when You were throwing up Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told you I think that you should get some rest I knew I loved you then But you’d never know ‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I knew I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you Until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go I wake you up with some Breakfast in bed I’ll bring you coffee With a kiss on your head And I’ll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I’ll thank my lucky stars For that night When you looked over your shoulder For a minute I forget that I’m older I wanna dance with you right now, oh And you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that every time you get better You make me feel this way somehow I’m so in love with you And I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold We’ve come so far, my dear Look how we’ve grown And I wanna stay with you Until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go

Calloused Mouth Lyrics – The Acacia Strain

Never loved, never lost Everybody breaks, everybody falls Move on, stay gone Restrained forever, life in shackles Thrown to the wolves and fed to the jackals The walls to my prison are higher than most We buried their bodies and we live with their ghosts All that lives to dust The ground caves in around us Wounded and weeping with none to console The mouth of the mountain will swallow you whole Buy me a nice plot for my burial A spot on the shady side of the hill Everything I am will fade away But I’ll still have my spot in the shade My brain is fucking rotting I’d rather lay here dying than to listen to your talking Inhale anger, breathe in the salt Hold it in, exhale out Into your calloused mouth You should be ashamed of yourself You should have stayed dead Caught myself weeping for you, I should have killed you instead

The Storm Lyrics – Zz Ward

Cold rain like tears from silver sky Fall on this broken house of lies You stand there, screaming in the yard I never thought it’d be this hard There ain’t no way that I could change your mind There ain’t no way, I tried a thousand times Singin’, o Lord, won’t you save me? You tore my heart right out my chest I stood and watched the red sunset I feel it risin’ in my bones The sirens howl, and I’m alone Whoa alone, whoa, my baby Whoa, it’s gone, whoa O Lord, keep me warm Whoa, Lord, won’t you save, o Lord, from the storm? O Lord, keep me warm Whoa, Lord, won’t you save, o Lord, from the storm? There ain’t no way that I could change your mind There ain’t no way, I tried a thousand times Singin’, o Lord, won’t you save me? O Lord keep me warm Whoa, Lord, won’t you save, o Lord, from the storm? You walk straight down that gravel road I cried and begged you not to go The wind was tearing through the sycamore trees The clothesline blowing in the breeze There ain’t no way that I could change your mind There ain’t no way, I tried a thousand times Singin’, o Lord, won’t you save me?

Vampiria – The Hand Of Death Lyrics

I feel again the hand of death, over a thousand broken dreams. Now all the time it’s only pain, another thorn in my heart. Lost in a darkest wood, following the same shadow. I count the drops in my hands. I feel again the name of death. The deadly wind sigh in my ears. The life is gone in my tears. The life is gone in my tears. VAMPIRIAThe Hand Of Death Lyrics Lost in a darkest wood, following the same shadow. I count the drops in my hands. I feel again the hand of death, over a thousand broken dreams. Come deadly wind, come embrace the night.

Amyst – Rolling In The Deep Lyrics

The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can’t help feeling We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside of your hand And you played it to the beat Baby, I have no story to be told But I’ve heard one of you And I’m gonna make your head burn Think of me in the depths of your despair Making a home down there As mine sure won’t be shared The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can’t help feeling We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside of your hand And you played it to the beat We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside of your hand But you played it with a beating Throw your soul through every open door Count your blessings to find what you look for Turn my sorrow into treasured gold You pay me back in time and reap just what you sow We could have had it all We could have had it all It all, it all, it all we could have had it… There’s a f**king fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, and it’s bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear Go and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare There’s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch And it’s bringing me out of the dark AMYSTRolling In The Deep Lyrics There’s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, and it’s bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear Go ahead and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare See how I’ll leave with every piece of you Don’t underestimate the things that I will do There’s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch And it’s bringing me out the dark OH!

Bodyjar – Is It A Lie Lyrics

Living a lifetime in reverse Like nothings wrong and everything’s ok You watch Images on movie screens They contradict your memories And everything you know Deny The stories that are never told Now culture can be bought and sold To anyone today Living a lifetime is reverse Is it all right? BODYJARIs It A Lie Lyrics You take A simple part of history And then you feed it back to me I’m smart enough to know We try We’re living under plastic skies Reality personified And everyone’s the same Is it a lie?

Beverley Knight – Hurricane Jane Lyrics

BEVERLEY KNIGHTHurricane Jane Lyrics Call me Hurricane Jane, Dry season’s over, here comes the rain, Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go Call me Hurricane Jane, This kind of weather’s hard to contain, Nothing’s ever the same, when I start to blow Far from home, lonely time Thinking about, you and I Pictures form in my mind, all of them remain. [Chorus] Rushing in like a flood Barren land, turns to mud Every thought heats the blood, Temperature will rise. Close my eyes, cue the storm Ready for the change…call me. Here I go like before, signs that I can’t ignore. [Chorus (x2)] Ready to pump and it’s all good I love me better than anyone could You inspire like you should and I cannot deny [Chorus] Said I rage like a fire, and I flow like the water Ain’t no surprise I was born under Aries sign. This is my body, so I do what I choose Nothing to hide when I am alone, cause there ain’t no rules.

Bombshell Rocks – Out Of Order Lyrics

shut, blind It’s out of order There’s nothing but silence Not a voice can be heard Closed down, out of line It’s a mindstate border There’s Nothing but silence We’re all out of words You wanna slow down and you wanna stop Well, I know where it begun I saw the vicious circle Takin’ em off the line You wanna slow down and you wanna stop Well, I know where it begun I saw the spiderwave Takin’ em off the line White lies, avoiding eyes And artificial ways Some people are like robots They’re prisoners counting their days Heavy bounds, steady downs I know it’s quite complex You’ve seen the noble winners Now come and see the wrecks The spiderweb reaches from top to bottom It’s out of order Take a closer look you’ll see the spiderweb got ’em It’s out of order BOMBSHELL ROCKSOut Of Order Lyrics Distorted minds.

Chicane – Locking Down Lyrics

Ohh ah…. [x2] uh…. ah…. how i-tei nen nu dei, dei konh, uh…. oh mi i-chidan-da muh munh, shu ken geth che de, nuka-i ahchi, how ai tye rhee, gekho mava fewdi yama gheh, Ohh ah…. ah…. Ohh ah…. [x2] oh mi i-chidan-da muh munh, shu ken geth che de, nuka-i machi nanga-dei, ah…. CHICANELocking Down Lyrics [Chicane – Locking Down] oh mi i-chidan-da muh munh, shu ken geth che de, nuka-i machi nanga-dei, oh mi i-chidan-da muh munh, shu ken geth che de, nuka-i ahchi, how ai tye rhee, meiko mumba di ar ma kei, oh mi i-chidan-da muh munh, shu ken geth che de, nuka-i ahchi nanga-dei, ah…. ah…. ah…. oh mi i-chidan-da teh munh, shu ken geth che de, nuka-i peichi, how ai tye ghe no thae, gekho mava fewdi yama gheh, Ohh ah….

‘Remarkable’ film critic Barry Norman dies at 83

The world of film surrounded Norman from childhood. Robert De Niro famously stormed out of an interview when Norman mentioned in passing that the actor had lobbied hard for the Tom Hanks role in Big. Diana died of heart failure in 2011 at the age of 77. The film critic Barry Norman has died at the age of 83. Norman began presenting the BBC’s Film programme in 1972 and continued until 1998 when he decamped to Sky, and was replaced by Jonathan Ross. Norman began as a gossip columnist for the Daily Mail, before taking over as film critic. Norman became known for his diplomatic approach and friendly demeanour as an onscreen critic, always dressed in a trusty jumper, and refused to be awed by the glamour of Hollywood and the A-listers he interviewed. “I almost came to blows with De Niro,” Norman said later. I could have been in deep trouble.” Norman also had spats with Mel Gibson and John Wayne, the latter of whom, he said, had “lurched out of his chair with the obvious intention of thumping me” after the pair disagreed on the subject of the Vietnam war. The Guardian He was a lot younger than me and a lot fitter than me. I do like to feel I’ve contributed something, as well as just sitting there.” Norman also made several documentary series for the BBC, including Hollywood Greats, British Greats and Talking Pictures. Speaking in 2001, Norman described how time had changed since he first began as a television critic. We both snarled at each other and I thought I’d better let it go. “When I started nearly 30 years ago, people were asked to go on television because it was felt that they could bring some sort of knowledge to what they were discussing, and because they could speak in complete sentences, which is getting increasingly rare,” he told the Guardian. He married novelist Diana Norman in 1957 and the pair had two daughters. He was eventually made redundant and began writing film reviews for the Guardian, before landing his role on the BBC film review show, where he would stay for the next 26 years. The journalist and former BBC presenter died in his sleep on Friday night. A statement from his daughters, Samantha and Emma, described him as “remarkable” and added: “He had a great life, a wonderful marriage and an enviable …

Barry Norman obituary: immense knowledge, undeniable passion

He was able to connect with them as everyday human beings. Students were squatting on floor and hanging from the light fixtures. He first hosted the BBC Film… programme in 1972 and, aside from a brief break in 1982, continued that job until the show became Film ‘98. Leslie warned Barry away from the precarious film business and he turned to journalism. He was enough of a professional to use it for a charming memoir in 2003. He claimed that, having met many of them with his dad, he was rarely intimidated or overawed. The event sold out in seconds. Broadcast television had a power that has since been diluted by multi-channel Babel. Such luminaries as Joan Bakewell and Frederic Raphael shared duties with Norman before he took sole control of the reins in 1972. There can be no surer evidence of his tolerance than his willingness to entertain the incoherent views of a drunk student. He wrote the script for a Mail cartoon script. You have to look for them quite hard,” he said. Only two film critics in the English-speaking world have gained the starriest class of celebrity. The first guests were Charlton Heston and James Stewart. “It’s a huge, impersonal organisation and it had become more like that under John Birt,” he said later. He penned leaders on a range of subjects. He was tolerant of young idiots Norman worked for the long-defunct Daily Sketch and spent some time as a gossip columnist for the Daily Mail. Norman was sacked from the Mail in 1971 when that paper merged with the Daily Sketch. His quiet passion for the medium was undeniable. Norman was, however, enough of a celebrity that his departure was announced on the corporation’s main news bulletin. Norman claimed he rarely uttered his supposed catchphrase – a shrugged “And why not?” – but those words, never far from his Spitting Image puppet’s lips, suggests a fatalistic tolerance that suited his avuncular persona nicely. By the time he left, relations with management were far from friendly. Jonathan Ross, who inherited the Film programme from Norman, could never manage that. Norman was particularly critical of the era’s director general John Birt. His knowledge was immense. “It was a very free and easy atmosphere and editors didn’t seem to care what you did with your time so long as you produced your copy.” That job put him in …

‘Riot’: Bringing the art of cabaret back to Dublin

“When we put on Alice in Funderland at the Abbey there was a 56 per cent first-time attendance rate over the six weeks.” A scene from ThisIsPopBaby’s Riot. The Theatre Royal is long since gone, but it is stories like these, of passionate people, many of them outsiders, some of them considered misfits, that inspire ThisIsPopBaby in their work. “And it’s far more potent because of it. They almost certainly will. I ask him. I called up Philly and said I wanted to be involved in putting it on again.” Perceived elitism The company name came from an old email address. “I said give me a shot – so we did.” Panti’s monologue The pair’s first show opened in a 60-seater theatre in 2007, but by the time 2014 came along, High Heels in Low Places opened in a 1,100-seater. “Now we’re really interested in the politics of fun,” she adds, her green eyes animated, smiling wide. “The glorious weirdoes.”  These include, most famously, Panti. Individually and collectively, we’re all in charge of, and responsible for what happens next. Now we need it more than ever.” Riot is at Vicar Street on selected dates between July 6th and 15th. Tickets from €25. “We started the process about four years in advance,” says McMahon, remembering how the whole thing came out of a phone call. “It was the kind of name that would either set us apart, or set us up for ridicule,” McMahon remembers thinking at the time. You only feel that energy once or twice in your career,” he says. Do you reckon? “And we thought: what if we made a show for the times we’re living in, but one that is distinctly Irish?”  “What would our Riverdance look like?” adds McMahon. What links Tayto crisps, Panti Bliss, Roscommon GAA, Irish dancing and Jesus? thisispopbaby.com Photograph: Fiona Morgan  You can’t pick favourites in a show like Riot, though another set of memorable moments comes from former Roscommon GAA player, now aerial dancer, Ronan Brady. “Like Riverdance, how would we send the message into the world that Irish people are confident, sexy and cool?” There’s a brilliant dynamic between the pair of them, as they manage the feat of both giving one another time to speak, while also finishing each other’s sentences, and it’s an exchange that characterises our conversation in Dublin’s Morrison hotel, where I’ve caught the pair taking …