Anam (2003 - Remaster) - Clannad

Now I will tell you what I've done for you Fifty thousand tears I've cried Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you And you still won't hear me Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself Maybe I'll wake up for once Not tormented daily defeated by you Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom I'm dying again I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies So I don't know what's real and what's not Always confusing the thoughts in my head So I can't trust myself anymore I'm dying again I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through So go on and scream, scream at me I'm so far away I won't be broken again I've got to breathe I can't keep going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain. Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain. The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here, My sunny one shines so sincere. Sunny one so true, I love you. Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet. Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way. You gave to me your all and all. Now I feel ten feet tall. Sunny one so true, I love you. Sunny The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here, My sunny one shines so sincere. Sunny one so true, I love you. Sunny, thank you for the smile upon your face. Sunny, thank you for the gleam that shows it's grace. You're my spark of natures fire, You're my sweet complete desire. Sunny one so true, I love you. Sunny, thank you for the truth you let me see. Sunny, thank you for the facts from a to c. My life was torn like a windblown sand, And the rock was formed when you held my hand. Sunny one so true, I love you.

Pushing thru the market square So many mothers sighing News had just come over, We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us Earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet Then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse It had no room to spare I had to cram so many things To store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people I never thought I'd need so many people A girl my age went off her head Hit some tiny children If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest And a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour Drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine Don't think you knew you were in this song And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk We've got five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot We've got five years, that's all we've got

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Cierra los ojos, el viento en la cara Estás en un yate, agua salada Sé que si miras para atrás aún te persigue el pasado Pero vas a toda hostia y el champán está helado Vete (vete, vete) Vete (vete, vete) Vete (vete, vete) Lejos de aquí Na, na-na-na, na-na-na Lejos de aquí Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (ay) Aceleras el yate (se hace pequeño atrás) To' lo que te persigue (se hace pequeño atrás) To' lo que pue' pararte (se hace pequeño atrás) Tú solo sigue (ey), tú solo sigue Las veces que juró que estaría a tu lado Los cuernos que pusiste de torero frustrado Traiciones de un hermano, fantasmas del pasado Pero vas a toda hostia y el champán está helado Vete (vete, vete) Vete (vete, vete) Vete (vete, vete) Lejos de aquí Na, na-na-na, na-na-na Lejos de aquí Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (ay) Na, na-na-na, na-na-na Lejos de aquí Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (ay) Una estela de plata que parte el mar Por la mitad (por la mitad) El reguerito que vas dejando Porque la vida es seguir remando Y poquito más (pa'lante) Y poquito más (¡vamo'!) Una estela de plata que parte el mar Por la mitad (por la mitad) El reguerito que vas dejando Porque la vida es seguir remando Y poquito más Y poquito más, pa'lante Na, na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Cierra los ojos Na, na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Estás en un yate Y el champán está helado

Christo Uh, look, I played the game, I missed the shot I had the answer, then forgot I knew one day my shit would pop Finesse phenomenomenon Flex an awful lot and cut the check Man, I monopolize the set But I been out and takin' hits like I can die like any sec Born in the day, the dawn of the dead I don't see nothing but red They gather the blankets, the milk, and the bread I come from the east and I'm traveling west Got a machete, I chop and I chop At the neck of the serpent, determine the plot and the threats It ain't no stopping the run Poppin', son of God droppin' anybody who next I want a mansion, I want a million advances, I'm gonna stay in Atlanta Most of 'em move to LA And throw all of they money away and move back with they parents I see the canvas I got the brush in my hand, the colors are mixing again Grabbing a stick with my hand I drop my guts, the world is us, so what? Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut What? Yeah Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Do what I do and I say what I want, woah Yeah, mama, your kid in a magazine, kid in a magazine I had a stack in my jacket at Grammy week, see the audacity I was a bad kid, bad city, you see the duality Who tryna battle me, huh? Hitters is after me, cannot be that many, who wanna rough me up? Fatality, really it's up, it's stuck Undoubtably, baby gon' touch the bucks My salary double your baby daddy, maybe triple, I'm trouble I get the tackle and the pick and I hustle I had to have it, had to get in the huddle In the gravel and rubble Got me a sack and I'm tryna be subtle We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle See the back-up, put him back in a puddle We attackin', better stand back and watch and run Shotgun come with the option Send big blitz, nobody blockin' Big win, that's a ring and a watch Strong end when he come in the slot Tryna bend the corner, your limbs gettin' That's your partner, then your twin gettin' All you wanna do is talk, I don't even talk Thought I heard somebody talkin' I could pull up with the Chewbacca, the— This, bangin' my chest and my head on the locker Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame, I put the opposition out the game I'm out the pocket, but I rock with the gang Animosity reside inside of me, so I'm like a product of power and pain Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut What? Yeah (okay) Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut, woah (okay, time out)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour