The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice

She blossoms, she rides the sun Moments coming from the age of the one Who is open to receive It's the magic that we need Lowkey minding her business From the other side, she is a witness Ooh, she is done Magic of the Sun Ooh, what happens when we meet Lovers of the planet We are the Earth's descendants Ooh Ooh How far have we become Rhythm of the land Built by our daughters and our Sun Ooh Ela Brilha Ela brilha como o sol Ela é a filha do sol Vocé quer estar perto dela Mystic energy, she was flattering the wind unseen Cooler hearts may feel her warmth As she comes closer Bare feet, she walks on Venus with ease Mmmm Reflecting lights into the days, she is magic She is the daughter of the Sun Ooh, what happens when we meet Lovers of the planet We are the Earth's descendants Ooh Ooh How far have we become Rhythm of the land Built by our daughters and our Sun Ooh Ela Brilha Ela brilha como o sol Ela é a filha do sol Vocé quer estar perto dela Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Honey, it's getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow, make no sound If there's some living to be done Before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one Unchain your back door Invite me around Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go, yeah Honey, it's getting close to daybreak The sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache Just empty words and humble pie So get down on your knees, honey Assume an attitude You just pray that I'll be waiting 'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go So pick up your foolish pride No going back Nowhere, no way, no place to hide Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the slaughter Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go Let her go Let her go Gonna getcha now

You will grow all you need to grow inside my spine And then take what you need to take, what's yours is mine And then just give all you want of it to some new thing I'll stay here, the provider of that constant sting they call love They call love You will drain all you need to drain out of me All the colors have washed away, no more rosy sheen Not just a pale isolated shallow, what a place Oh, what a place I call myself I call myself Oh, love all you need to love before it goes When your face becomes a stranger's I don't know You will never remember who I was to you Carried in the womb I'm called mother I'm called mother They're called home They're called home They're called They're called Mothers Mothers Give all you need to give And sometimes they won't take what they need to take The strangest chemical reaction Inside of her brain, no she's not the same No, she's not the same No, she's not the same

Let the water rise Let the ground crack Let me fall inside Lying on my back Lying on my back Dry your smoke-stung eyes So you can see the light Staring at the sky Watching stars collide Watching stars If you leave When I go Find me In the shallows If you leave When I go Find me In the shallows When the time comes On the last day When they start to come down Will you just Will you run away? Will you run away? And let it all rain down From the blood stained clouds Come out, come out, to the sea my love and just Drown with me Drown with me If you leave When I go Find me In the shallows If you leave When I go Find me In the shallows In the shallows Lying on my back Lying on my back Lying on my back Watching stars collide Watching stars collide Watching stars collide Watching stars collide

From the beginning Small lifeforms They can kill without warning So you don't explode Stop your growing limbs and thinking That you love them, now you're blinking And reminding her of him Oh, you steal his features And your mother is a bleacher She don't even feel the heat, no She don't even want to speak to you But you, you always find another place to go (Oh you) you always find another womb, to grow To grow Well, you can try to sink down deeply And find the children lost at sea Find the children who discretely Be killed in infancy To stop them holding you and screaming That you'll lose your wildest dreaming Still reminding you of him How he left without reasons But you, you always find another place to go Oh you, you always find another womb, to grow To grow To grow You can try to forget, but I won't let you easy You can try to forget, but I won't let you easy I'm floating out in the water washed out to sea Drifting away this time, you'll regret you've conceived it Clean up the dead you leave behind Just like insects Clean up the dead you leave behind

I am my mother savage daughter The one Who runs fast But . sharp stones I am my mother savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice My mother child is a savage She look for her robbers And the colors of stones And the faces of cats And the bowling of feathers And the dancing of bars In the curved of all bones I am my mother savage daughter The one who runs far With... and sharp stones I am my mother savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice I'm honest child Dance's in the darkness She sings even songs By the light of the moon And watches the stars And renames the planets And dream she can reach them But the song in a broome We're abroad for a foul of darkness Into this world through the Through pain and deep in our bones The old songs are awakening So sing them with voices of thunder And rain We are our mother savage daughter The one who runs fast With.and sharp stones We are our mother savage daughter We will not cut our hair We will not lower our voices

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