Take Me to the River (I Will Swim) - Alex Yurkiv & Thelma Costolo

Take me down Take this to the grave, it won't break me now Mm mm Shake me out Shake me to my core, it won't change me now Mm Mm I've been trying to be a better man baby I've been working on myself, I've been working daily All the bad days we maintained a truth But it's the things that we don't say that we're really going through If you want to be adored If you need to be held If you're going through something Well Take me down Take this to the grave, it won't break me now Ah ah Shake me out Shake me to my core, it won't change me now Ah ah I've been thinking about what my daddy said Boy you're working so hard but your soul ain't fed Keep a stable hand, find the ones you love But some things that I've done, I know that I can't outrun If you want to be adored If you need to be held If you're going through something Well Take me down (down) Take this to the grave, it won't break me now (now) Ah ah Shake me out (out) Shake me to my core, it won't change me now (now) Ah ah Take me down Take me down Take me down Take me down Down, down Take me down Take me down Take me down Mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm Take me down (down) Take me to my grave Take me now (now) Ah ah Shake me out (out) Shake me to my core Change me now (now) Ah ah Take me down

Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n'-, rock-rock-r-rock ro-ro-ro-roll rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll!) Singin' with you Singin' with you Singin' with you (oh) Oh my God! (Rock 'n' roll!) (Rock 'n' roll-'n' roll) hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n'-, rock-rock-r-rock ro-ro-ro-roll (Rude boy bass, mash up the place) Singin' with you Singin' with you Singin' with you (You can eat shit and fuckin'-) And fuck you (rock 'n' roll!) (Rock 'n' roll-'n' roll) (Rock 'n' roll-'n' roll) hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Hello again, to all my friends Together, we can play some rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll (I'm Dave Taylor, rock 'n' roll) (Good people, good times, right on) (Rock 'n' roll, Tim Smith, it's fun to say, Tim Smith) (Yeah! Tim Smith will take you to the mountain!) (Rock 'n' roll!) You have technicians here, making noise No one is a musician They're not artists because nobody can play the guitar

Take me out of this prison Back to the clear blue sky Take me back to the part where this cowboy's heart Want's to live 'til I die Take me back to the prairie Away from these cold prison bars By a campfire's gleam let me lie there and dream Under a blanket of stars Where each mountain top wears a halo Of fleecy white clouds overhead Where symphonies ring from birds on the wing And the grass is like a soft feather bed Take me back to the prairie Bach to the land I love best So that when I am gone I'll be where I belong There in my haven of rest

I've been feeling lightheaded Since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin Flower petals and feathers tether me to the ground (pound for pound) Take my tea with formaldehyde For my feminine side since the day that I died While I whittle my bones until I'm brittle, am I pretty now? For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me And too confused to choose who I should be And now you've got me thinking I wish I could be a girl and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to lie to? Oh-woah-oh I wish I could be a girl and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Just a little old me in a big, big world (oh-woah-oh) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh, little old me in a big world Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh, I wish I were a girl I've been feeling lighthearted Since I gained enough weight back to c-c-c-c-cover my bones I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time (we're so alike) But if the shoe fits, then I won't try it on You'll be walking out early, but the show must go on No, I know that I'm wrong But I love how you're on my side when I cross that line It's been a point of contention between myself And this body that they stuck me in The privilege of being born to be a man And now you got me thinking I wish I could be a girl and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to lie to? Oh-woah-oh I wish I could be a girl and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Just a little old me in a big, big world (oh-woah-oh) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh, little old me in a big world Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh, I wish Eating your prosthetic, meet your anesthetic Criteria, pathetic seeing you become acetic Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse I've heard it all before, no this isn't a first Let me be the void you fill with Taxidermy fingerprints, taxonomize our differences I am quantum physics, my witness brings me to existence I wish I could be a girl, and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to love back? No, not yet I wish I could be a girl, and really I'd prefer it if you would use I, me, myself Am I pretty enough? Am I pretty enough to fucking die? Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah, little old me in a big world Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah, well I would give you my whole world Little old me in a big world Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah, I wish (All identities are equally invalid) (Don't you think that there's a chance that you could live without it?) (All identities are equally invalid) (Don't you think that there's a chance that you could live without it?) (All identities are equally invalid) (Don't you think that there's a chance that you could live without it?) (All identities are equally invalid) (Don't you think that there's a chance that you-)

Take me to Texas Two hundred years ago Where a pride rose from the ashes of San Jacinto It still beats in every heart Like a battle cry Where I was born, where I was raised, so when I die Take me to Texas On the open range The Rio Grande is in my veins It's heaven there And so my prayer Is that you'll take me anywhere in Texas The only home I know I'm a child of the Alamo And the Yellow Rose So when I go Take me to Texas Where my daddy worked Where his blood and sweat and tears are still in that red dirt Wild Palominos run Cowboys are kings And if I stray too far, I'll let my Lone Star dreams Take me to Texas On the open range The Rio Grande is in my veins It's heaven there And so my prayer Is that you'll take me anywhere in Texas The only home I know I'm a child of the Alamo And the Yellow Rose So when I go Take me to Texas There's something in the sky And in your momma's eyes So even if you try to move away You'll end up on some road somewhere With your thumb up in the air When they ask you where you're headed, you'll say Take me to Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antone Houston, Laredo, Galveston Or Austin, maybe Abilene The closest thing I've ever seen To Heaven's the Gulf of Mexico I'm a child of the Alamo And the Yellow Rose So when I go Take me to Texas Mhmmm Take me to Texas Oh, take me to Texas Take me to Texas

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