Lies And Rumours - Lyrics - Rockinghorse - Alannah Myles

Title: Lies And Rumours
Album: Rockinghorse
Artist: Alannah Myles
Composer(s): D Tyson, C Ward

Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, ah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

You're playin' with my thunder
Heavens knows I sometimes wonder who you are
You're so sweet but on the street
Who do you meet when we're apart?

I see trouble rollin' off you like rain
But I look up and I see lightning again

Between the lies and rumours, there's a world of mystery
Baby but I believe in you, do you believe in me? Hey

I fell in love with danger, now I'm going
Through all these changes by myself, ooh
You're too cool to play by the rules
But I can't fool with someone else

People saying things I don't wanna hear
But something tells me we've got nothing to fear

Between the lies and rumours, there's a world of mystery
Baby but I believe in you, do you believe in me?

Too many heartaches, too little love
So many reasons for breaking us up
We've got something nobody knows
We got it good, you know I can't let it go

With all the lies and rumours, sometimes you gotta roll the dice
But I believe in you and your cool blue eyes, baby

Between the lies and rumours, there's a world of mystery
Baby but I believe in you, do you believe in me? Hey

La la, la la, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
La la, la la, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
La la, la la, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
...

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The Wishing Well - Lyrics - Hank Snow

Title: The Wishing Well
Artist: Hank Snow
Composer(s): Peter Hiscock

Lyric:
Oh, you can't be mislead by a name it is said
You can't judge a book by it's cover
And how one can tell what is down in a well
Is a thing I have yet to discover

Oh, down in the well-a, deep in the well-a
How deep, oh, I couldn't tell-a
Born into rumours that's running around

Down in the well-a, deep in the a well-a
Wish in the well-a, trust in the well-a
And your true love, your true love may be found

Oh, you may not believe, this tale will be true
And scoff at the well as you go by
But if you don't own a love of your own
One day you may peak in and try

Oh, down in the well-a, deep in the well-a
How deep, oh, I couldn't tell-a
Born into rumours that's running around

Down in the well-a, deep in the a well-a
Wish in the well-a, trust in the well-a
And your true love, your true love may be found

This story is old, this story was told
To me when a very young man
Back when I didn't own a love of my own
But now I'm a family man

Oh, down in the well-a, deep in the well-a
How deep, oh, I couldn't tell-a
Born into rumours that's running around

Down in the well-a, deep in the a well-a
Wish in the well-a, trust in the well-a
And your true love, your true love may be found
And your true love, your true love may be found

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Blasphemous Rumours - Lyrics - 101 (Live) - Depeche Mode

Title: Blasphemous Rumours
Album: 101 (Live)
Artist: Depeche Mode
Composer(s): Martin Lee Gore

Lyric:
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life, didn't succeed
Thank the Lord for small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

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Rumours Of War - Lyrics - Billy Bragg

Title: Rumours Of War
Artist: Billy Bragg
Composer(s): Billy Bragg

Lyric:
There was soldiers marching on the Common today
They were there again this evening
They paced up and down like sea birds on the ground
Before the storm clouds gathering

I must buy whatever tinned food is left on the shelves
They're testing the air raid sirens
They've filled up the blood banks and emptied the beds
At the hospital and he asylum

Saw a man build a shelter in his garden today
As we stood there idly chatting
He said, "No, no, I don't think war will come"
Yet still, he carried on digging

Everything in my life that I love
Could be swept away without warning
Yet the birds still sing and the church bells ring
And the sun came up this morning

Life goes on as it did before
As the country drifts slowly to war

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Oh Daddy - Lyrics - Rumours - Fleetwood Mac

Title: Oh Daddy
Album: Rumours
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Christine Mcvie

Lyric:
Oh, Daddy
You know you make me cry
How can you love me?
I don't understand why

Oh, Daddy
If I can make you see
If there's been a fool around
It's got to be me
Yes, it's got to be me

Oh, Daddy
You soothe me with your smile
You're letting me know
You're the best thing in my life

Oh, Daddy
If I can make you see
If there's been a fool around
It's got to be me
Yes, it's got to be me

(Ooh)
Why are you right when I'm so wrong?
(So wrong)
I'm so weak but you're so strong
(Ohh weak but you're so strong)
Everything you do is just alright
And I can't walk away from you baby, if I tried

(Ahh)
Why are you right when I'm so wrong?
(So wrong)
I'm so weak but you're so strong
(Ohh weak but you're so strong)
Everything you do is just alright
And I can't walk away from you baby, if I tried

Oh, Daddy
You soothe me with your smile
You're letting me know
You're the best thing in my life

Oh, Daddy
If I can make you see
If there's been a fool around
It's got to be me
Yes, it's got to be me

Yes, it's got to be me
Yes, it's got to be me

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I Don'T Want To Know - Lyrics - Rumours - Fleetwood Mac

Title: I Don'T Want To Know
Album: Rumours
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks

Lyric:
I don't wanna know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down that line
I don't wanna stand between you and love
Honey, I just want you to feel fine

I don't wanna know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down that line
I don't wanna stand between you and love
Honey, I just want you to feel fine

Finally baby
The truth has come down now
Take a listen to your spirit
It's crying out loud

Try to believe
Oh you say you love me but you don't know
You got me rocking and a-reeling
Oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah, ah

I don't wanna know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down that line
I don't wanna stand between you and love
Honey, I just want you to feel fine

I don't wanna know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down that line
I don't wanna stand between you and love
Honey, I just want you to feel fine

Finally baby
The truth has been told
Now you tell me that I'm crazy
It's nothing that I didn't know

Trying to survive
I know you say you love me but you don't know
You got me rocking and a-reeling
Hey you know what to do oh, oh, yeah, oh oh

I don't wanna know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down that line
I don't wanna stand between you and love
Honey, take a little time

Ah, I don't wanna know

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Don'T Listen To The Rumours - Lyrics - Graham Nash

Title: Don'T Listen To The Rumours
Artist: Graham Nash
Composer(s): John Palermo

Lyric:
Empty eyes meet mine in the moonlight
You?re thinking that it?s all true
I wanna talk but I can?t get the words right
I can tell that it?s killing you
But I don?t know what we?re gonna do

So don?t, don?t listen to the rumors
Now, who?s been talking to you anyway?
Don?t listen to the rumors
You don?t wanna know what they?re saying

Silk stockings and a call from a stranger
I know that it don?t seem right
I?m not gonna say that I?ve been an angel
Just to get you through the night
But I think it?s time we got things right

So don?t, don?t listen to the rumors
Now, who?s been talking to you anyway?
(He?s been fooling you)
Don?t listen to the rumors
You don?t wanna know what they?re saying

What?s all this talk about truth and devotion?
Is there anything you?re sorry for?
I think it?s time we got it out in the open
If it?s just a thing you can?t ignore
`Cause you?re the only thing I?m living for

So don?t, don?t listen to the rumors
Now, who?s been talking to you anyway?
Don?t listen to the rumors
(He?s been fooling you)
You don?t wanna know what they?re saying

(You poor girl, it?s time you found out)
Don?t listen to the rumors
Now, who?s been talking to you anyway?
(I saw him last night)
Don?t listen to the rumors

You don?t wanna know what they?re saying
(Don?t you know what he?s been doing?)
Don?t listen to the rumors
(He?s been fooling you)
Don?t listen, ooh, don't listen to the rumors
Don?t, don?t, don?t, don?t, don?t listen to the rumors

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Brand New Set Of Rules - Lyrics - Goddess In The Doorway - Mick Jagger

Title: Brand New Set Of Rules
Album: Goddess In The Doorway
Artist: Mick Jagger
Composer(s): Mick Jagger

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Lyric:
I will be kind, won't be so cruel
I will be sweet, I will be true
The pains of love, you'll quickly learn
Are soon to heat and quick to burn

I got a brand new set of rules
Because I am your brand new fool
I got a brand new set of rules
I got to learn

You'll be so proud, so proud of me
You'll see the change, so plain to see
Because of you, a brand new start
Because of you, a change of heart

I got a brand new set of rules
It's just like I was back in school
I got a brand new set of rules
I got to learn

I'm going to change, just mark my words
You can't believe all that you heard
All of those lies, all of those rumours
That your friends told you

And if I'm left upon the shelf
'Cause you belong to someone else
I've got my brand new set of rules
Because I am nobody's fool

I've got a brand new set of rules
I've got to learn
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I've got to learn
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I've got to learn
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
Yea
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
You never change me baby
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
'Cause I am not gonna allow to err
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I've got to learn
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I've got to learn
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I am not gonna allow to err
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
Well I am gonna learn

I've got a brand new set of rules
I've got to learn

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Communiqué - Lyrics - Dire Straits

Title: Communiqué
Artist: Dire Straits
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to a wall
He's incummunicado
No comment to make
He's saying nothing at all

Yeah but in the communique
You know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money he made
Maybe he be saying something else

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Well now the rumours are flying
Speculation rife
They say that he's been trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone

Then we get the story
The serious piece
And a photography a taken in the hall
And you don't have to worry with the previous release
Right now he's saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he mean
Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Communication

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Cheka - Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

Title: Cheka
Album: Blackout! (with Redman)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): James Brown, C Charity, Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, C Smith, J Tex, Lowman Pauling, R Noble, A Williams, John Starks, Fred Wesley

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Lyric:
Bricki-di-roaw
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them thongs in them go-go chicks
Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Oh Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO SPIT! OOH SHIT
Spickin' ya rippin' ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death
So hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka

Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jabberjaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter jennings
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the lynchin'
Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' a track from Staten, 'cause that is where I'm from

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka

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Came So Far For Beauty - Lyrics - Leonard Cohen

Title: Came So Far For Beauty
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): John Lissauer, Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned

I thought I'd be rewarded
For such a lonely choice
And surely, she would answer
To such a very hopeless voice

I practiced on my sainthood
I gave to one and all
But the rumours of my virtue
They moved her not at all

Changed my style to silver
Changed my clothes to black
And where I would surrender
And now I would attack

I stormed the old casino
For the money and the flesh
And I myself decided
What was rotten and what was fresh

Men to do my bidding
And broken bones to teach
The value of my pardon
The shadow of my reach

But no, could not touch her
With such a heavy hand
Her star beyond my order
Her nakedness unmanned

I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned

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Dead Men Tell No Lies - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Dead Men Tell No Lies
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Terry Allen, Aaron Tyler

Lyric:
I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence
I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence
I got something for your monkey ass. So peep
Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass to sleep
No more faking and taking my snaps
Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps
Geah, I puts my work in and fuck up your shit
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick
Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play
Try to come up with that mutherfucking he say
Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say?
Punk bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway
Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave
Another fronting mutherfucker in a early grave
Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly
But a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Another fool on my shit list
And now the punk bitch wanna play games
No competition so I'll mention no fucking names
Just like a rat, she likes to squeel
But you squeeled on the E, so whats the deal?
Geah, you spread rumours for humour G
But the shit aint funny, so humour me
And um, aint no more of your bullshit I'm having
Geah, Tired of the fucking back stabbing
Soul in the bozac, as I stack
To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap
And um, it aint over till the fat bitch spit
Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit
To save your sorry ass from the mash
So who really gives a fuck if I tap that but
So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why
But a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop

Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip
As I pop in another mutherfucking clip
Geah, one more busta, another mark
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked the Eiht
Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang
Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang
Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree
Nigga please, I might drop you to your fucking knees
Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape
Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape
Now you hang your shit up on a shelf
Didn't you know, you'd be fucking your own self
Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking draw
As you scheme on my team I take two to your jaw
Geah, you got over fool, but you know why
Cause a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop

Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking effect
For the nine deuce to get loose
My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house
My nigga 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house
My nigga Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house
And we outta here

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