Lyrics This Week

| Published Monday, February 11, 2008

Dinie's Record of The Week
Day Too Soon - Sia

Pick me up in your arms
Carry me away from harm
You're never gonna put me down
I know you're just one good man
You'll tire before we see land
You're never gonna put me down

Oh I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day you're not day too soon

Honey I will stitch you
Darling I will fit you in my heart
Honey I will meet you
Darling I will keep you in my heart

You'll risk all this for just a kiss
I promise I will not resist
Promise you won't hold me down
And when we reach a good place
Let's be sure to leave no trace
Promise they won't track us down

Now I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah, I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day, you're not a day too soon

Honey I will stitch you
Darling I will feel you in my heart
Honey I will meet you
Darling I will keep you in my heart

I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day, you're not a day too soon

Oh honey I will stitch you
Darling I will feel you in my heart
Honey I will meet you
Darling I will keep you in my heart


Herman & Yuyun's Record of The Week
Goodnight,Goodnight - Maroon 5

You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together
I’ve lick my wounds but I can’t ever see them getting better
Something’s gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger
Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior
Something’s gotta change
It must be rearranged, oh

I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah
Whoa

The room was silent as we all tried so hard to remember
The way it feels to be alive
The day that he first met her
Something’s gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

You make me think of someone wonderful, but I can’t place her

I wake up every morning wishing one more time to face her
Something’s gotta change
It must be rearranged, oh

I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right

So much to love
So much to learn
But I won’t be there to teach you, oh
I know I can be close
But I try my best to reach you

I’m so sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah
Whoa, oh…
Yeah

Jaka's Record of The Week
Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! - Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself
Lazarus dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blast and mothers they took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there
He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog it dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in out space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl
I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping and cheers

I don't know what it is but there's definitley something going on upstairs

Dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself
Lazarus dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself

I want you to dig
I want you to dig
I want you to dig

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He fiested on their lovely bodies like a lunatic and wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair
I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers

Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitley something going on up there

Dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself
Lazarus dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself

I want you to dig
I want you to dig
I want you to dig

Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean noone ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah pour Larry
But what do we really know the day that a... and who actually cares

Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitley something going on up there

Dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself
Lazarus dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself

I want you to dig

Dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself
Lazarus dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself

I want you to dig

Dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself
Lazarus dig yourself, Lazarus dig yourself

I want you to dig


Pandi's Record of The Week
The Beginning of The Twist - The Futureheads

It's time to wake up
It's time to change
Let's get it started
I feel like there's so much to rearrange
Come on, I need your help with this
Why don't we get it started with a kiss?

If memory serves
Then why am I still waiting for it to return?
My head feels like it's just about to slip
This morning is just a blur
Today lingers on like a bad year

I can feel it
I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

I can feel it
I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

I can feel it
I conceal it...
Beginning of the twist

I can feel it
I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

We get along well
We talk a lot
I made some promises, I guess that I totally forgot
Forgive me, my mind is (?)
Feels like somebody's thrown it down the stairs

It's not good enough
(I've heard these same excuses before)
I thought you knew enough about it
But you still want more
Today I don't feel so ill
If only I could find the time, I want to kill

I can feel it
I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

I can feel it
I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

I can feel it
I conceal it...
Beginning of the twist

I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

I can feel it
I conceal it
I can feel it coming, the beginning of the twist

Temi's Record of The Week
Harmonicas and Tambourines - Hot Hot Heat

Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out
with the boys who crave regrets
Bandana hanging around her neck
A checkered flag in a crowd who's singing
"Save us from this life of nine to five"
Four, three, two
One night left for us to feel alive

Harmonicas and tambourines
They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Say maybe yes, say maybe no
A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low
She never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to sing
"Save us from this life of nine to five"
Four, three, two
One night left for us to feel alive

Harmonicas and tambourines
They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
They're living in her head but dying in her magazines


Tiara's Record of The Week
Bad Blood - Supergrass


Tya's Record of The Week
Nyaman - After

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