If your body's feeling bad
And it's the only one you have You want to take away the pain Go out walking in the rain Watch the flowers go to bed Ask the man inside your head Your spirit never has to grieve All you've got to do's believe The faith healer, the faith healer All you've got to do is feel
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Faith and hope and charity
Simple relativity He can make you understand Calm enough to take his hand Remember when somebody said Ask the man inside your head Fingertips and holy fire Everlasting sweet desire The faith healer, the faith healer Can I put my hands on you |
Come on, the night is young Seek me out because I'm ready to get stung So long, so long, feed me Come on, show me come on, need me Come on, show me the way Come on, need me in that way so long You just never ever get what you want You just never ever get what you need Come on, you deserve me Come on, it's the thought of you in my veins Come on, show me the way Come on, show me the feeling so long You just never ever get what you want You just never ever get what you need |
The lyrics to this track originate from the song 'Shake 'Em On Down' by Bukka White and, unfortunately, seem to be unavailable from Sonet Publishing. The actual words are as indecipherable to us as they probably are to you. The following 2 versions have been submitted by Ilja Judeikin. He makes the point of mentioning that Bukka White, like many other true blues men, never sang the same lyrics twice. |
Get your nightcap mama, and your gown Little before day we gonna shake 'em on down Must I holler, Ah, must I shake 'em on down I done stop hollerin', I done stop hollerin' Must I shake 'em on down Baby got somethin' I don't know what it is Made me drunker than a whiskey still Done stop hollerin', Ah, must I shake 'em on down I done stop hollerin', ooh, must I holler Ah, must I shake 'em on down Late last night baby I come knocked on your door I heard him when he told you to tell me you didn't want me no more Done stop hollerin', Ah, must I shake 'em on down I done stop hollerin' I done stop hollerin' Must I shake 'em on down |
Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown Maybe 'fore day we're gonna shake 'em on down Bukka's stopped hollerin' Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done stopped hollerin' mama Must I shake 'em on down Too much of jelly to be throwed away Save this jelly for some old rainy day Bukka's stopped hollerin' Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done stopped hollerin' mama Must I shake 'em on down Fix my supper and let me go to bed This white light'nin' done gone to my head Must I holler, Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done stopped hollerin' mama Must I shake 'em on down |
Ain't been in Georgia but I've been told Georgia women got the best jellyroll Bukka's stopped hollerin' Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done stopped hollerin' mama Must I shake 'em on down See, see, mama what you gone done Made me love you now your man done come Bukka's stopped hollerin' Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done stopped hollerin' mama Must I shake 'em on down Baby got somethin' I don't know what it is Made me drunker than a whiskey still Bukka's stopped hollerin' Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done stopped hollerin' mama Must I shake 'em on down |
I'm not waiting for a king to rule my mind or anything I don't need your band of gold to take me where I need to go There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife when you lay your head down. There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face to see how easily you'd fall from grace. There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand if you decide to lose control. No one can escape when you find out they're fake and you want to take the whole lot down. A simple man Well he could do more But you can only see the traces that have gone before |
There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow if you walk the white line. There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand if you decide to lose control. There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face to see how easily you'd fall from grace. Yes, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife when you lay your head down. You know you can't escape when you find out they're fake and you want to take the whole lot down. There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry when everybody knows we're all born to die. There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife. I miss you There's no power that is such a thrill that can make a man or anything. I miss you |
Lord help me to believe, I've got a need Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed Deaf to the touch of a human hand Can't stand beaten down by a broken old man Broken men fill a city full of sadness Broken limbs fill a body full of badness I need a need other than the sting of sin I need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut I'm in I've got a lover, she clothes me in another A bad thing to bring to sacrifice under the covers She said, could all that red come from inside of me Like something living made a decision to cease to be Life isn't like that, life isn't like this I have a need to know what it is |
Have you stopped to see what it is to be free How the world has become a giant shopping spree Lord help me to believe how the world has changed If it happens enough, does it seem the same If it happens to me over and over again Will I cease to feel all the pain I'm in Will I cease to feel, will I start to believe Will I need nothing more than the air that I breathe Well why waste breathing on a living death Why even bother with another breath Why believe, why care, why even fucking feel Why try to see beyond the evening meal They tell me four billion people are alive today but they say that life is sacred anyway But then to see it, no one seems to be living Oh lord what is it that we're giving You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts You're blind, blind from the facts |
I felt life like a kiss in the morning I heard love like a rainstorm on top of an awning But then I left home to spend the night alone And then I saw a man asleep on the cold stone Was he asleep, maybe dead, maybe dying I saw in heaven all the angels were crying I saw myself as I just walked by I saw another as he turned a blind eye I saw another as he kicked the man And that his friends all laughed and didn't take a stand I burned inside, put my hand through a wall I cursed the world that there is suffering and cruelty at all I cursed myself that there is suffering and cruelty in me That though my eyes have sight they're too full to see |
That this would be life, like a job and a wife Like a car and a house and a garden and a knife Is it freedom to choose what is not a choice or is it freedom to silence what is not a voice Is it freedom to have one belief or do you choose to live a life full of grief I can't choose what I can't believe that the way of life is to live and grieve Cause I see living as a place in the sun and the world as a place for a kingdom to come |
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production/instruments by alan wilder engineered by steve lyon, assisted by dave eringa bloodline was recorded in london between january and march and mixed at konk studios, london between october and november 1991 bass guitar on 'egde of life' by jimmy hughes special thanks to steve, toni, doug, moby, jim, aaron trinder, kevin van green and diamanda galas toni halliday appears courtesy of anxious records douglas mccarthy and diamanda galas appear courtesy of mute records moby appears coutesy of instinct records bukka white appears coutesy of sonet records cut at tape on by stuart hawkes sleeve designed and photography by martin atkins, t+cp associates gb/usa |