Angela McCluskey Lyrics, Photos, Pictures, Paroles, Letras, Text for every songs

B i o g r a p h y
(by Official Site)

Angela swooped into my life in 1997. That's what she does; she swoops into your world, as if from another epoch, all big hats and velvet and a dense Scottish slur. I was transformed, touched; she possessed an
inexplicable magnetism, an infinite energy, scattering practical advice, poetry, Dorothy Parker-isms, and foul-mouthed jokes like fairy-dust. The force of her personality alone is enough to make her legendary, but here's the thing: when she sings, only then will she righteously kick your ass. I could cite gushers like this: "The striking vocals of Angela McCluskey will make you remember the first time you heard Miles blow his horn or Billie sing the blues." (Hits Magazine) That's not inaccurate. People bandy phrases like this around, but let it be known that Angela McCluskey is no less than the real deal. Angela hails from Glasgow, Scotland; a lovely, scary town. Scarier still, she wasn't exactly encouraged to become a vocalist. "I used to sing so I could stay up late," says Angela. "I'd do 'Summertime' or something and then (my family would) throw me back in bed. Singing's just not a big deal there, so nobody ever turns 'round and goes, 'You know what? You should sing when you grow up." Nurtured thus, Angela went to London and found work as a publicist and then in the video department of EMI Records. But her true calling nagged at her.

"Though I'd sung backup for friends' bands, singing was the last thing I thought I would do," she says. "And I'd always wanted to sing - I figured I'd do it when I was 50, sing jazz or something. But it got overwhelmingly annoying that I wasn't doing what I wanted to do. I was always making other people's dreams come true and never really expressing myself. It was easier than doing my own work. So in 1991, Angela headed out to Hollywood. "...I came to America and instead of saying, 'I'm a film publicist,' I just said, 'I'm a singer.' And the American Dream literally happened. I mean, I had to work hard, get a club show together and do a lot of stuff, but at the same time, over here you hear a lot more yes's than no's. People say, 'So you can do that? Let me see you,' rather than, 'Oh, get a life. Get a real job,' which is very Scottish." In 1992, she and her friend Shark formed a band called The Wild Colonials. The group rapidly drew local and national attention and within the space of a year, went from their point of conception, an Irish Pub called Cafe Beckett, to the rarefied air of Geffen Records HQ. Two albums (1994's "Fruit of Life" and 1996's "This Can't Be Life") and much touring came of this, including 1997's Lilith Fair road show. During this period, Angela found the time to lend her voice to many film soundtracks, among other projects, and to work with an eccentric list of artists, including Dr. John, Cyndi Lauper, Deep Forest, Joe Henry, The The's, Matt Johnson, and Triptych (featuring the two brilliant beauties Sara Sant'ambrogio and Lilli Hayden, as well as Angela's husband, the singular Paul Cantelon.

Recently, Angela was a key collaborator with French group Telepopmusic, who enjoyed a solid European dance hit and US Mitsubishi television commercial with "Breathe." I came to know her while I was in the band Shudder To Think, in a fly-by-night hip-hop studio in New York. Her, in the pitch-dark behind dirty glass and a microphone, and me with my chin on the floor, knowing as one does that I was in the presence of something real in an industry of hacks and half-truths. I was forever sold. On the first day that we met, we had discussed making an album. I think, though I was drunk. Maybe it was later. Regardless, many people talked about making "The Angela Record" with her; I just got there first. It wasn't until she landed in New York in 2001, however, that the idea of working together started to look vaguely possible. Time passed though. I had quit my band and she was floating a bit. We were both busy with one thing or another. But at some point it occurred to us that we could just go for it. I had a studio in NYC and a place in Sweden. We didn't need to be watching clocks, we could create unmolested. And so we did.

This record was written and recorded in Manhattan and Sweden. I remember bits and pieces, like a wonderful slow-mo car wreck...a paper plateful of dead tea-candles and cigarette burns; a bottle of Scotch propping up a page of hand-scrawled lyrics; the seismic basso-profundo of the train to Denmark as it passed within inches of our "studio" walls; Angela in a filthy kitchen with a broken guitar, playing the only chord she knows into a Dictaphone, singing something about a foreign place. The vocal for this night was nailed in one drunken post-midnight take. "Long Live I," my old place in Tribeca, sung towards the space where only three weeks before the Trade Centers had stood, sung for the ghosts and the dust. We were flowing. The initial recordings were composed and committed to tape very, very fast, with no real regard for the technical aspects of a proper record. The folks at Manhattan Records however, had the foresight to take the album on in its raw, unfinished form. We then spent more time in NYC fixing stuff and adding bits here and there. But in essence, what you have here is what came out of us, direct from our dream-life. Angela and I were channeling something; perhaps colored by the cataclysmic period in which it was made, certainly limited by the dodgy, seat-of-our-pants working environments, but never second-guessed or compromised. This is a record about sex, death, joy, fear, love, pain, and beauty, interpreted by one of the most exquisite modern voices. We're thankful to have made it, and hope you enjoy Angela McCluskey's Manhattan Records debut.

The things we do

It's been done

Here am I on chains of solace
The moment I could win
Oh it's so dumb that I'm intrigued by the thunder
And the lightning comes streaming in our home
But oh a summer of our own
And it's been done
It's been done
And oh I'm so proud of loving, again
It's been done

Wishing I was yours forever
Can we rely on love
I was lost, cut underneath by another
And the feeling that crept into our home
But oh a winter of our own
It's been done
It's been done
And oh I'm so proud of living, again

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie

But oh the winter of our own
It's been done
It's been done
And oh I'm proud of living, again

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie

Crossing your heart (crossing)
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching (touching)
Will never lie

Crossing your heart (crossing)
And hope to die

Somebody got lucky

I was in the moment
The terminal endeavor
Someone I should have run from
I turn back
Oh
Someone untrue
Someone I should have run from stole my soul

And took my hands
And brought me home
You're choosing sides
That blow my mind
And everywhere you go
You got control
Aw don't you know
Evaporator

Somebody
Got lucky
The terminal invader
The diamond I shine my heart on
I tremble
Ooo
The diamond is a viper
The diamond done stole my home and burned my hide

And took my hands
And brought me home
You're choosing sides
That blow my mind
And everywhere you go
You got control
Aw don't you know
Evaporator

And my world is breaking down
You took my hands
And brought me home
You're choosing sides
That blow my mind
And everywhere you go
You got control
Well don't you know
I do my time
Survive your lies
I tremble and sigh
But i'm doing fine
I know not why
You stole my sky
I shiver and I cry
But i'm doing fine

So turn back time
Until the moon
No longer lies

Love, love, love
Love, love, love

Me and my friend were walking
In the cold light of mourning
Tears may blind the eyes
But the soul is not deceived
In this world even winter ain't what it seems

Here come the blue skies
Here comes springtime
When the rivers run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies
Shall rise

Love, love, love
Is stronger than death
Love, love, love
Is stronger than death

In our lives we hunger
For things we cannot touch
All the thoughts unuttered
All the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath

But awoken by grief, our spirits speak
"How could you believe
That the life within the seed
That grew arms that reached
And a heart that beat
And lips that smiled
And eyes that cried
Could ever die?"

Here come the blue skies
Here comes springtime
When the rivers run high & the tears run dry
When everything that dies
Shall rise

Love, love, love
Is stronger than death
Love, love, love
Is stronger than death.

Love, love, love
Is so much stronger than death

Know it all

I gotta talk to you today
Can't keep listening to what you say
What you say
What you say

I know it makes my insides crawl
Think you think you know it all
Know it all
Know it all

Oh God you're reading Albert Camus
And there's not much things you can't do
Can't you see they're laughing at you

Oh dear I'm getting weary
Of the same show every night
It wouldn't be so hard
If you weren't so right

I gotta talk to you today
Can't keep listening to what you say
What you say
What you say

I know you can't get over yourself
It's so hard to listen to someone else
Someone else
Someone else

Oh God you're reading Albert Camus
And there's not much things you can't do
Can't you see they're laughing at you

Oh dear I'm getting weary
Of the same show every night
It wouldn't be so hard
If you weren't so right

Feel like you're well-meaning
It's not your fault, I know
You're on medication
It's helping you to grow
Oh no

Oh dear i'm getting weary
Of the same show every night
It wouldn't be so hard
If you weren't so right

Oh dear i'm getting weary
Of the same show every night
It wouldn't be so hard
If you weren't so right

A thousand drunken dreams

Lover loves me
But he loves somebody new
Lover wants me
To be his mother too
He don't recognize
His luck until his luck is through

He's a nightingale
I'm an ugly dove
I don't wanna speak
Done said enough
No one can mend a human heart that's torn in two

In a moment's space he's gone
And my ship has run aground
And a thousand drunken dreams are sunken
If you leave me
Lover, please leave me something

You
Don't leave me diamonds
Don't leave me jewels
You leave me silence
You leave me bruised
You leave me with the knowledge of the evil we do
But
Nothing could control the weather
And nothing could console my devils
And no-one knows the manner in which they'll burn

In a moment's space he's gone
And my ship has run aground
And a thousand drunken dreams are sunken
If you leave me
Lover, please leave me something

You wrapped me in the stained shroud of morning
And pulled the cord
You threw me through the stained-glass floor
You dropped me in the hole
A whole lot of nothing

In a moment's space he's gone
And my ship has run aground
And a thousand drunken dreams are sunken
If you leave me
Lover, please leave me something

Sleep on it

Now I know that nothing's get me high
Scorched the land to find a man
Even lost the will to lie
Pluck out every artery
Left my heart to die

I made my bed
So I can lie on it
So I can cry on it
Now i'm wondering why
I made this bed

Cameras hidden in my ceiling fan
Excuse me but where was you, god
That long hot afternoon
Drag my head across the floor
Now i'm living dead

And I made my bed
So I can sleep on it
So I can weep on it
Now I'm wondering why
I made this bed

And the cold dew's stinging
There's vultures singing
I caught a vision of my death
But there is
One sweet poison i'm immune to
Don't wake me
'Cause my dreaming's seeming true

I made my bed
So I can lie on it
So I can cry on it
Now i'm wondering why

I made this bed
So I can sleep on it
So I can weep on it
Now I'm wondering why
I made this bed

Perfect Girl Eleven

All hail the Virgin Mary
Whatever happened to her
Dark sails upon her black seas
She be heaven on earth

Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven
In the swimsuit test
Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven
In the blood-red dress
What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life
What a love
With murderous intent
Don't stumble
Don't fumble
Pick a spider from the web

Hot tail and runway action
Reception's getting worse
Short males beyond distraction
Maybe she'll be the first girl on the moon

Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven
In the swimsuit test
Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven
In the blood-red dress
What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life
What a love
With murderous intent
Don't stumble
Don't fumble
Pick a spider from the web

Oh, Girl Eleven
Oh, Girl Eleven
You're in heaven
Come and raise your scepter high
High

Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven
In the swimsuit test
Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven
In the blood-red dress
What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life
What a love
With murderous intent
Don't stumble
Don't fumble
Pick a spider from the web

Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven (oh Girl Eleven)
Oh there's Perfect Girl Eleven (oh Girl Eleven)
What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life
(oh Girl Eleven)

Wrong side

I've been living on the wrong side
Of the law
For so long
I don't know which side I am on

And every hand I shake
Is shaking me down
For a hard-luck song

Is there no one I can ride beside
You just came to mind
You can be my trigger
I can be your hanger-on

I've been digging at a ditch my dear
But I hit concrete
Late last year
The spade and the shovel
And all kinds of trouble
Came and stripped me of my natural cheer

This could be a gravesite
Or we could make a garden here
You could plant gardenias
I could be released from fear

Don't the night grow cold
Sleeping in a garden
Don't the birds move slow
Their wings get frozen here

Lying on the wrong side of the bed
Since you've gone
I don't know which side I am on
And every stitch on the bedspread
Is doing my head in
All night long
Lord
Let this be the last time
I should have to suffer so
Hurry down the morning
And I will be prepared to go

Dirty pearl

She's not your average girl
She's just a dirty pearl
She might be priceless
But they're blind to it
She got that halter-top
She haunts the truck-stop
She's got several secrets
Scribbled on a matchbook

She's showing you her scars, isn't she
She's sleeping with the stars, isn't she

Oh
You can do what you like, boys
Oh
You can do what you please
Oh
Just be gentle with that girl
She's shining like a dirty pearl

Yeah
It's such a lovely world
You can have her for a rusty dime
When she gets her head
Around to it
She's gonna buy that chevy nova
And point it at the ocean

She's showing you her scars, isn't she
She's sleeping with the stars, isn't she

Oh
You can do what you like, boys
Oh
You can do what you please
Oh
Just be gentle with that girl
She's shining like a dirty pearl

Shining like a dirty pearl
Shining like a dirty pearl
She's shining like a dirty pearl

Sucker

New town and a new home
To save your skin
This is where your new life should begin
Still after weeks
You toss and you turn in your sleep

And you know that whatever you do
Someone keeps looking for you
New life and a new view
To save your soul
This is where you dig your hole

And you know that whatever you do
Looking for you

No one believes that it's true
What that fucker can do
Aw you know what that sucker can do
Yeah you know what that mother can do
Yeah you know what that fucker can do

You know what that fucker can do
Aw you know what that sucker can do
Aw you know what that mother can do
Yes you know what that fucker can do

This night

This night, this static night
The moon gives shelter from the rain
It's not the only night
It's not no final ending

See, your majesty
Is falling from his shining grace
And you're just coming home

This life, this holy life
We take our beatings from the rainbow
And god's not cutting back
She still can shield us from the pain

Feel that you've gone astray
The righteous on a one-way trail
One that leads you here

Feel like I want to stay
And make you understand me
Oh cause fear doesn't live around here
I'm disappearing
Could we dream much longer?

Fear doesn't live 'round here
Fear doesn't live
Fear (fear)
Fear
Fear doesn't live 'round here
I'm disappearing

Fear

Long live I

The devil done got me
Though the doctor tried to spare me
I'm living on candy now
Got down on my bad knee
To the drip-drip of i.v.
Won't someone hold me as I die
But if I die
Long live I
Long live I

Mamma would you miss me
Would you hover and caress me
Would you hang me from the christmas tree
And I leave something burning here
A signal-fire
The moon and stars
Will track my fall
Receive me
Love
Good love
Goodbye
Bye and bye
Long live I
Long live I

And I don't wanna be your shadow
And I don't wanna know your skin
Tell them not to dig too shallow
I want to sleep in sin
Cut the sun
And steal away a piece
Long live I
Long live I
Long live I

End Of My Rope

(Angela McCluskey and Bardi Johannsson)

Do you stare at the wall
And pretend you don't care
You were right up out loud
When you say it's unfair
You keep trying to change
But get in your own way
Tell then, tell then, tell me

Baby don't wonder why
Baby don't wonder why
Maybe I've come to the end of my rope
I'm digging deep with all (?) I can cope

Don't ever listen to anyone
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought
It's my last smile cause (?) more than I've got
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought

Don't ever listen to anyone
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought
It's my last smile cause (?) more than I've got
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought

Do they make your ??
When you try to come clean
When you're feeling alone
Even in a bad dream
You were trying so hard
Then you couldn't get well
Tell then, tell then, tell me

Baby don't wonder why
Baby don't wonder why
Maybe I've come to the end of my rope
I'm digging deep with all (?) I can cope

Don't ever listen to anyone
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought
It's my last smile cause (?) more than I've got
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought

Don't ever listen to anyone
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought
It's my last smile cause (?) more than I've got
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought

Baby don't wonder why
Baby don't wonder why
Maybe I've come to the end of my rope
I'm digging deep with all I can cope

Don't ever listen to anyone
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought
It's my last smile cause (?) more than I've got
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought

Don't ever listen to anyone
Maybe, just maybe, I can be bought
I've come to the conclusion
You're just too hard to live

Message

The morning wakes me
As a message in my heart
I wonder if you can feel it
Or hear it

Just listen to your heart
Just listen to your heart

I have a message I wanna tell you
But there are no words
You just listen to your heart
Listen
Listen to your heart
Listen to your love

What's it telling you
How'd you know what to feel
What to do
Listen to your heart
Listen
Listen to your heart
Listen
What's it telling you
How'd you know what to feel
How

Listen
To your heart
Listen
Mmm, to your heart
Mmm, to your heart...

You just listen to your heart
Listen..

Running out of time

( With Joseph Arthur )

When I was running out of time
I turned it into a dream
And you went drifting into my mind
Things ain't the way that they seem
I turn you into a dream
And make it all go away
You know your hair looks different when you wear it that way
You've got a painted face and a body made of clay
You are my super star

They will fill you with big ideas
They'll hang your heart in the sky
I know you want to save the world
How long have you been that high
How long have you been that high
And did you make it all go away
You know your eyes look different when you look the other way
You've got a cheating heart bleeding emeralds everyday
You are a shooting star

Things ain't the same as when we was young
They hung us from shooting stars
Let's tell the world we're doing fine
I know how lucky we are
I know how lucky we are
To make it all go away
You know this world is topsy-turvy in days like today
We got a million souls looking for a place to stay
Each one a shooting star

Truth is

Hi, you got the history
That inside bribe that you�re wrong
Why, why did you always get me so wrong

Then you turn around and say
Truth is I miss you
And you turn around and say
Truth is I miss you

I came strolling along
Like your perfect gal
In your perfect song

You were dancing on tables
Having your life and living mine
Why, why did you always get me so wrong

Then you turn around and say
Truth is I miss you
You turn around and say
Truth is I miss you

Can you let the sun still shine
Can you feel the oceans strength
Do we want to live to see
This world just make some sense

Can we let the sun still shine
Can we feel the oceans strength
Do we want to live to see
This world just make some sense

Strolling along like your perfect girl
In your perfect song
You were dancing on tables
Living your life and loving mine
Why, why did you always get me so wrong

Then you turn around and say
Truth is, I miss you
You turn around and say
Truth is, I miss you

Can you let the sun still shine
Can you feel the oceans strength
Do we want to live to see
This world just make some sense

Can we let the sun still shine
Can we feel the oceans strength
Do we want to live to see
This world just make some sense
Do we want to live to see

Non Album Tracks

Anything But Love

(Squirrel Nut Zippers cover / Dr. John & Angela McCluskey / Flirting With Disaster OST)

Angela:
I sing a song about clouds and rainbows
I hum a tune that sings like a dove
Rhyme some words about anything
Anything but love

Dr. John:
Yeah, I paint a picture of my prison
With blue and gray from the sky above
Framed and signed with the title
"Anything But Love"

Angela & Dr. John:
He had to go, but I won't miss him (oh, no)
I have got better things to do
Like writing stories and painting pictures
Of anything but love

I write a story about a couple
Steal a plot from some old movie
You can tell what inspired it
Anything but love (that's right)

He had to go, but I won't miss him (you won't)
I have got better things to do
Like writing stories and painting pictures
Of anything but love
Anything but love
Anything but love
Anything but love

( Shudder To Think feat. Angela McCluskey / First Love, Last Rites OST )

A mighty day in the garden
Will make you feel alright
I finally say "oh sweet darling"
You make me feel alright

I want to walk through the garden with you
Spin as you circle
I want to walk through the garden with you
Spin as you circle

But now I am so tired
Can you help me sleep?
Go home

Maybe meet me another day in the garden
You make me feel alright
I finally say "oh sweet darling"
You make me feel alright

I want to walk through the garden with you
Spin as you circle
I want to walk through the garden with you
Spin as you circle

And now I'm so tired
Can you help me sleep?
Go home
'Cuz I might not live another day
Another day x14

( The The featuring Angela Mccluskey / 45 Rpm: The Singles LP )

Your bed at night
Awake, uptight
Your hopes, your fears
Your lips, God's ears
Days come and go
Beauty dissolves into skull
Time keeps spinning round
History thunders down
Every step of the climb
Led you to this place and time

There's no more power in darkness than in light
There's no more truth above you than inside
The deep down truth, the deep down truth

Your heart, your mind
Uncoiled, unblind
Ego undressed
All time compressed
Into that shadow on the wall
From the raindrop waterfall
Crawling down the misting glass
To the future from the past
Every step you take
Leads you from this time and place

There's no more strength in hatred than in love
There's no more truth beneath you than above
There's no more truth in sadness than in joy
There's no more tenderness in girls than in boys

The deep down truth

There's no more truth in hope than in grief
There's no more truth in a saint than a thief
There's no more truth in fate than in chance
There's no more truth in your mind than your heart
There's no more justice in peace than in war
There's no more time behind us than before

The deep down truth, the deep down truth
The deep down truth, the deep down truth
The deep down truth, the deep down truth

Don't explain

( Billie Holiday Cover / A Story of Jazz Vol.3 or The Things we do Bonus Tracks )

Hush now
Don't explain
Just say you'll remain
I'm glad your back
Don't explain

Quiet
Don't explain
What is there to gain
Skip that lipstick
Don't explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours

Cry to hear folks chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, don't matter
When I'm with you sweet

Hush now
Don't explain
My life's yours love
Don't explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours

Cry to hear folks chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, don't matter
When I'm with you sweet

Hush now
Don't explain
You're my joy and pain
My life's yours love
Don't explain
Don't explain

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing, I hope you're keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you never came home without Lili Marlene
So you treated some woman to a flake of your life
When she got home she was nobody's wife

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards
Oh what can I tell you
What can I tell you
What can I possibly say
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by here
Here for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping
And your woman is free

Yes, and thanks
For the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
So I never really tried

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L. Cohen

Frosty The Snowman

(Christmas song)

Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal

Frosty the Snowman
Is a fairytale, they say
He was made of snow
But the children know
How he came to life one day

There must have been some magic in
That was the hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around

Oh, Frosty the Snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say
He could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me

Frosty, clumsy as he could be
See him loping the lodge
Off he goes on a popcicle stick
with a happy song cha la la la

Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said, "Let's run and we'll have some fun
Now, before I melt away"

Down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there
All around the square
Saying, "Catch me if you can"

He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And only paused a moment
When he heard him holler, "Stop"

Frosty the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye, saying "Don't you cry
I'll be back again some day"

Thumpety, thumpety, thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpety, thumpety, thump
Over the hills of snow
Thumpety, thumpety, thump

God Bless The Child

( Billie Holiday cover / Angela McCluskey & Tryptich / Curio LP )

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
The child that's got his own

So the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
The child that's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding 'round the door
And when you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
The child that's got his own

Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding 'round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come, they don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
The child that's got his own
God bless the child that's got his own

I Think It's Going To Rain Today

(Angela McCluskey with Paul Cantelon / Live at Culture Project / 11-18-2007)

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
The frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
I think I'll kick it down the street
Tin can at my feet
I think I'll kick it down the street
That�s the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the skies implore me
Help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Oh I know it's going to rain
Oh I feel it's going to rain
Oh I know it's going to rain today

Lady Grinning Soul

( David Bowie Cover / The Things we do Bonus Tracks )

She'll come, she'll go
She'll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky odour
The lady from another grinning soul

Cologne she'll wear
Silver and Americard
She'll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool Canasta

And when the clothes are strewn
Don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast
Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end

She'll come, she'll go
She'll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky odour
The lady from another grinning soul

Cologne she'll wear
Silver and Americard
She'll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool Canasta

And when the clothes are strewn
Don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast
Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end

In your eye
I see the world go by, go by
So come on baby
Let's go ??? somehow
See it shine, see it shine

Like the stars I go by
Take your hand in mine
Come on baby
Let's take every chance
This time

In your eye
I see the world go by
My star, my star
You're my star

I know it's hard to let it shine
I know it's good when you're the one (?)
I can't believe it's coming back again
Like a star, we'll go fly
Like a star, like a star
Like a star, you're my star

Come on baby, you're my star
Come on baby, this time
Let's shine like a star

( Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart / Angela McCluskey & Tryptich / Curio LP )

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you�re my favourite work of art

Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart

But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's Day

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art

Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart

But don't you change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's Day

Each day is Valentine's Day

( David Bowie cover / Angela McCluskey & Tryptich / Curio LP )

There was a boy
A very strange
Enchanted boy
They say he wandered
Very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
While we spoke
Of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love and
Be loved in return

And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
While we spoke
Of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love and
Be loved in return
Be loved in return

She'll Get Over Loving You

( Andy White feat. Angela McCluskey / Rare LP )

In my melancholy
I feel you all the more
Watching every breath of air and
Willing you to score

You're much too young to know this time
It's not too much to see the sign
It's fun for what it's worth this time
It's not too hard
It's not too hard

She'll get over loving you
If only you would let her
She'll get over wanting you
You could be so much better

She'll get over hating you
If only you would let her
She'll get over loving you
If only you would let her

Do you understand the feeling (I could be wrong about you)
Every organ reeling (and if I am I'll still be true)
Choking me and stealing (nothing's perfect in this world)
Every particle of you (except for straight hair when it's curled)

You're much too old to waste your time
It's not too much to be unkind
It's not much fun to wait in line
It's not too hard
It's not too hard

By all accounts you should be doing better
Maybe buying houses sorry you just met her
Or maybe just move in together
Buy an irish setter sorry you just met her

She'll get over loving you
If only you would let her
She'll get over wanting you
You could be so much better

She'll get over hating you
If only you would let her
She'll get over loving you
If only you would let her

She'll get over
She'll get over
She'll get over loving you
She'll get over loving you

Do you understand the feeling (I could be wrong about you)
Every organ reeling (and if I am I'll still be true)
Choking me and stealing (nothing's perfect in this world)
Every particle of you (except for straight hair when it's curled)

You're much too old to waste your time (I could be wrong about you)
It's not too much to be unkind (and if I am I'll still be true)
It's not much fun to wait in line (nothing's perfect in this world)
It's not too hard (except for straight hair when it's curled)
It's not too hard

I could be wrong about you (I wish I was)
I could be wrong (I wish I was)
I could be wrong about you
But if I am
I'll still be loving you

Davenports, kettle drums
Swallow tail coats
Table cloths
Patent leather shoes
Bathing suits
Bowling balls
Clarinets and rings
All this radio really needs
Is a fuse

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
Oh and this one is for bravery
This one is for me
Everything's a dollar
In this box

Cuff links, hub caps
Trophies, paperbacks
It's good transportation
But the brakes aren't so hot
Neck tie and boxing gloves
This jackknife is rusted
You can pound that dent out on the hood

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
Oh and this one is for bravery
And this one is for me
Everything's a dollar
In this box

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
Oh and this one is for bravery
This one is for me
Everything's a dollar
Everything's a dollar
Everything's a dollar
In this box

Solitude

( Duke Ellington cover / Angela McCluskey & Tryptich / Curio LP )

In my solitude
You haunt me
With dreadful ease
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad

In my solitude
I'm afraid
Dear Lord above
Send back my love

I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad

In my solitude
I'm afraid
Dear Lord above
Send back my love

Waiting For A Boy Like You

I've been waiting for a boy like you
Been a long time too
Haven't met no one like you
I've been waiting for a boy like you

It's been a long time, haven't met no one like you
So why don't we make this a day we'll never forget
Oh let's get closer, don't let me down bring yourself around
'Cause I've been waiting for a boy like you

Tell me why you're feeling so shy
Tell me how I know the lie
So just stay, we'll make it a day like we'll never forget
Let's get closer, bring yourself around
Tell me why you're feeling so shy
'Cause I've been waiting for a boy like you

You're living on the outside
And what you could be, it's not too late to try and see
All you are is everything you could be
You're living on the outside
And what you could be, it's not too late to try and see
All you are is everything you could be

I've been waiting for a time like this
I've been dreaming every night when you touch my lips
I've been wanting every little sign
I keep on blessing all the time

'Cause I've been waiting for a boy like you
And now you're here
I can't believe this is true
I can't believe me and you
I can't believe this is true
Me and you
Me and you
A boy like you

We Don't Need Another Hero

( Tina Turner cover / Nouvelle Vague feat. Angela McCluskey / unreleased song )

Out of the ruins
Out from the wreckage
Can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children
The last generation
We are the ones they left behind

And I wonder when we're ever gonna change
Living under the fear till nothing else remains

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

Looking for something we can rely on
There's got to be something better out there
Love and compassion, their day is coming
All else are castles built in the air

And I wonder when we're ever gonna change
Living under the fear till nothing else remains

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

So what do we do with our lives
We leave only a mark
Will our story shine like a life
Or end in the dark

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

(Deep Forest feat. Angela McCluskey and Chitose Hajime / Music Detected LP)

Shiwaja shiwaja itokuri shiwaja yoi

An eye for an eye, will only make this world go blind
Another lie for a lie, we'll be wiping out mankind
Will you be ready

Ennuo kiriri musu ranoya

Will you be ready

Ahuu yuu uri yoi
Itoya kiririba musubimo na ryu uri yoi

Can we let the sun still shine
Or rip into fifteen pieces, will you be ready
When it comes
Will you be ready when it takes your heart
Will you know what to say
Will you be ready

Ennuo kiriri musu ranoya

Will you be ready

Ahuu ryu uri yoi

Will you still sing out in ecstasy
To know that while you live
Only love can see deep down inside
Will you be ready
Will you be strong
Throw the love away

Ennuo kiriri musura yano ya
Tokoyanu suraya no

Will you be ready

Ennuo kiriri musura yano ya

Will you be ready

Tokoyanu surayano
Bai doga joi joi