Music World
 
Исполнители:
 
 
 
English versionSwitch to English 
Cat Power
Cat Power


Информация
Настоящее имя Charlyn Marie Marshall
Дата рождения 21 января 1972 г.
Место рождения Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.
Жанры Indie Rock
Folk-Rock
Годы 1992—н.в.
Лейблы Smells Like Records
Matador Records
Runt Records
Сайт Website



Music World  →  Тексты песен  →  C  →  Cat Power  →  Дискография  →  Jukebox

Альбом Cat Power


Jukebox (22.01.2008)
22.01.2008
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
I Feel (bonus track)
14.
Naked, If I Want To (bonus track)
15.
Breathless (bonus track)
16.
Angelitos Negros (bonus track)
17.
She's Got You (bonus track)
. . .


Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I'll make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up
In a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

And... if I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

. . .


well i love you baby, but you gotta understand
when the lord made me, he made a ramblin' woman
he made me, he made me

some folks, some folks might say that i'm no good
that i wouldn't settle down, but if i only could
but i love to see the towns go rolling by, something i got to do before i die
i love you baby, but you gotta understand
when the lord made me, he made a ramblin' woman
he made me, he made me

some people say that i do just fine, cause i hear that sweet sound moving down the line
and when that old southern train comes a-callin me
theres somethin over the hills i just got to see
i love you, i love you baby, but you gotta understand
when the lord made me, he made me a ramblin' woman
he made me, he made me

now when i'm gone, when im gone and on my grave you stand
just say god called home your ramblin' woman
i love you, i love you baby, but you gotta understand
he made me a ramblin' woman

hank williams cover

. . .



Losing the star without a sky
Losing the reasons why
You're losing the calling that you've been faking
And I'm not kidding

It's damned if you don't and it's damned if you do
Be true 'cause they'll lock you up in a sad sad zoo
Oh hidy hidy hidy what cha tryin to prove
By hidy hidy hiding you're not worth a thing

Sew your fortunes on a string
And hold them up to light
Blue smoke will take
A very violent flight
And you will be changed
Sand everything
And you will be in a very sad sad zoo.

I once was lost but now I'm found was blind
But now I see you
How selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming

Metal heart you're not hiding
Metal heart you're not worth a thing

Metal heart you're not hiding

. . .


I'm gonna steal a silver stallion
With not a mark upon his silky hide
Teach him he can trust me like a sister
One day we'll saddle up and ride

And we're gonna ride
We're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride
We're gonna ride...

I'm gonna find me a reckless man
Razor blades and ice in his eyes
Just a touch of sadness in his fingers
Thunder and lightning in his thighs

And we're gonna ride
We're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride
We're gonna ride...

I'm gonna chase the sky forever
With the man, the stallion and the wind
The sun is gonna burn into a cinder
Before we ever pass this way again

And we're gonna ride
We're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride
We're gonna ride...

. . .


Me and my baby
We had a big fight
We ended our romance
The same night
In an angry mood
He walked out the door
I said this song's
Going to
An Aretha Franklin show

Hey, Aretha
Sing one for me
Let him know
Our life's in misery
Will you sing a song
That will touch his heart
And make him sorry
That we are apart

I don't know
If taking requests
Is part of your show
Do me this favor
And I'll love you forever
Many romances
Have been saved
By your sound
You've touched
So many lovers
So many times

Yes, Aretha
Sing one for me
Let him know
My life's in misery
Will you sing a song
That will touch his heart
And make him sorry
That we ever parted

Think, Respect
Call Me
A Bridge Over Troubled Water
and
I Can't See Myself Leaving You

Hey, Aretha
Sing one for me
Let him know
I'm as miserable
As a woman could be
Sing a song
That'll touch his heart
So he'll be sorry
That we are apart

Think, Respect
Call Me
I Never Loved a Man Like I Love You
and
I Can't See Myself Leaving You

. . .


I lost someone
A million to one
Ten thousand people
Under my false

Someone, the one, my one
The only one
That's the someone
The someone
The only one
That's the someone
That I lost

He's nothing but a stranger
Come on home to me
I'm so weak on my knees
Help me, help me please
Please, please
Good God Almighty I love you

I lost someone
One trillion to one
A million people
Under the big old sun I see
My one on the street
Looking like a bomb
That's my one
That's my someone
He's the one
He's
Help that one

He's nothing but a stranger
Bring on home to me
He's so weak on both his bended knees
Can you help me, help me please
Gee whiz, I miss the one that I need
I lost someone

. . .


Lord help to send a man
In this land
Oh Lord help send a man
In this land

When we all die together
And we face the rising sun
Oh my Lord, oh my lord

Lord Help the Poor and needy
In this land
Oh Lord Help the Poor and needy
In this land

When we all die together
And we face the rising sun
Oh Lord, help, my Lord

Lord help the human race
Lord help human race
Cause we all die together
And we face the morning sun
Oh Lord, help

Lord help the motherless children
In this land
Oh Lord help the motherless children
In this land

Cause we all die together
And we face the rising sun
Oh Lord, help, Lord

. . .


They ask me how I feel
And if my love is real
And how I seem
To think that I know
I'm gonna make it through
They looked at me and frowned
They drove me from this town
They don’t want me around
Because I believe
They showed me to the door
They said don't come back no more
We don't like the way
You think you do
So I walked on my own
One thousand miles from my home
But I don't feel alone
'Cause I believe, I do

I believe in you even through all
Tears and laughter
I believe in you, even though
We're apart
I believe in you, even in
The common laughter
Oh, when the dawn is nearing
And when the night is disappearing
This feeling will still
Be here in my heart
In my heart

Please don't let me drift too far
Keep me safe and sound where you are
So I'll always be renewed
And what you've given me here today
Is worth everything I've made
No matter what everyone might say

Because I believe
I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe in you
I believe in you
When we've had no time together
I believe in you
When white turns to black.
I believe in you
Even though we'll all be a number
I'll be oh your earth will be shaken
And friends will be forsaken
Please, we can't go back
I believe in you

. . .


I wanna tell you
I've always wanted to tell you
But I never had the chance to say
What I feel in my heart from the beginning til my time of day

I was fifteen, sixteen maybe
In the park, I was waving my arms
You were waved this way
And you sang the song I was screaming
I wanted you to

Another time was in South Carolina
It's always been the third long cold
Whose wind came roaring in
Can you tell me who were you singing to before?
Oh my god
Can you tell me who you were
Singing to?

Phone call from your New York City office
You were supposedly asking to see me
How I wanted to tell you
That I was just only four hundred miles away

Who could believe that you were calling?
I was in DC
I was four hundred miles behind

Backstage pass in my hand
Giving you my heart was my plan
I wish I could tell you

My chance
In the middle of the stadium in Paris, France
Can I finally tell you?
Can I finally tell you?
To be my man

April, Paris, can I see you?
Can you please be my man?

. . .


Hush now, don't explain
You're the cause of all my trouble and pain
Unless you're mad
Don't explain

My love, my love, my love
Don't explain
There is nothing within me now to gain
You know that I love you
Look at what loving has done
All my thoughts were real
And so sincere
I'm so completely yours

You know I hear folks cha-cha-cha-chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, that don't matter
You're here with me
Sit down, have a seat
It's your time to feel the pain
It's your time to weep
Don't explain

Hush now, don't explain
There is nothing within me now to gain
I'm gonna skip it instead
Don't explain
Don't explain

. . .


A woman left lonely will soon grow tired of waiting
She’ll do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions.
A simple conversation for the new men now and again
Makes a touchy situation when a good face come into your head.
And when she gets lonely, she’s thinking ‘bout her man
She knows he’s taking her for granted, yeah yeah
Honey, she doesn’t understand, no no no no!

Well, the fevers of the night, they burn an unloved woman
Yeah, those red-hot flames try to push old love aside.
A woman left lonely, she’s the victim of her man, yes she is
When he can’t keep up his own way, good Lord
She’s got to do the best that she can, yeah!
A woman left lonely, Lord, that lonely girl
Lord, Lord, Lord!

. . .


Blue
Songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away

Hey blue
Here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in

You’ve got to keep thinking
There’re so many sinking
You got to keep thinking
We can make it through these waves

Acid, booze and ass
Needles, guns and grass
Lots of laughs
Lots of laughs

Everybody’s saying that hell’s the hippest way to go out
I don’t think so
But I’m gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love, I love you
I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me
Blue
From me

. . .


(by Hot Boys)

What's happening?
The Hot Boys got some feelings
They like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz
Feel like we feel, then y'all niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here

I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I feel Turk will be quiet and take yo shit
I feel Juve will catch you
Slipping and unload the tech
I feel a big ass helicopter on the set
Sometimes I don't even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin' get real
I feel like goin' buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad cuz I fucked his bitch
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we taking over the industry fo'' sho
I feel like this bitin'
Wannabe soldiers already know
I feel like Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit
You goin' feel like me

Nigga fuck you
I feel just like you (3x)

You fucking with the B.G.
You fucking with the whole crew

I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like Look, I can't be stopped
I feel like me and my click too hot
I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz
I feel like the whole CMB made niggaz
I feel like hitting the ho after this ''cert
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with Juve
The B.G. and Turk
I feel like
We bout to blow up in this world
I feel like if I gotta hustle
I'mma sell some ?furl?
Sometimes I just feel like jumping shop
I feel if my rhyme got beat, I'mma ride
I feel if a nigga flex up I pop the ?tro?
I feel like I could a nigga ho if I want
I feel like just getting it how I live
I feel like respect my mind lemme feel how I feel

You fuck with Lil' Turk
You fucking with the whole crew

I feel like I'mma lose my life for this
I feel like I'mma have to fight for this
I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong
I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song
I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car
I feel like taking these bitch niggaz to war
I feel I deserve me a platinum plaque
I feel I shouldn't have to ask for that
I feel y'all hos know a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I feel the policeman making me sick
I feel like the law don't wanna see a nigga with shit
I feel like walking on my judgement now
I feel like on a budget now

Nigga I feel like that everything
I write somebody else will bite
I really think it's the south fresh
Tracks they be tight
I just can't explain
I feel like when 200 0 come it'll be out my way
I feel like the Hot Boys them should be the president
I feel like burning up yo body to leave no evidence
I feel like money
Is the most important thing next to my seater
I feel like I should have
No bald head tramp up in my beamer
And I also feel that I'm also real
Ain't no rollie like my rollie
Noone live like I live
And I, I feel that I'm one of a kind
I feel like niggaz call shot
But they ain't got bitches like mine
I feel like tonight I'm goin' ride, ride
And if you feel you goin' die, die
Now baby, baby, baby what the deal
Respect my mind I'm just telling you how I feel

. . .


(by Moby Grape)

Would you let me walk down your street
Naked if I want to
Can I pop fireworks on the fourth of every single July
Can I buy an amplifier, oh, on time
My sweet time

Well I ain't got no money
I will pay this time
And I ain't got no money
But I will pay you before I die
And would you let me walk down your street
Naked if I want to
Can I pop fireworks on the fourth of every single July
Can I buy an aeroplane while i'm high in all the sky
And I got no mercy
I will pay this time
And I got no mercy
I will pay you before I die

. . .


(by Nick Cave)

It's up in the morning
And on the downs
Little white clouds
Like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin
Beats his wings
His throat it trembles
When he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream
At the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
And all
The morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still
The fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things
They stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins
And the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
And all
The morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

. . .


(by Roberta Flack)

Pintor nacido en mi tierra,
con el pincel extranjero,
pintor que sigues el rumbo,
de tantos pintores viejos.

Aunque la virgen sea blanca,
píntale angelitos negros,
que también se van al cielo,
todos los negritos buenos.

Pintor si pintas con amor,
¿por qué desprecias su color?,
si sabes que en el cielo,
también los quiere Dios.

Pintor de santos alcoba,
si tienes alma en el cuerpo,
por qué al pintar en tus cuadros,
te olvidaste de los negros.

Siempre que pintas iglesias,
pintas angelitos bellos,
pero nunca te acordaste,
de pintar un ángel negro

. . .


(by Patsy Cline)

I've got your picture
That you gave to me
And it's signed with love
Just like it used to be
The only thing different
The only thing new
I've got your picture
She's got you

I've got the records
That we used to share
And they still sound the same
As when you were here
The only thing different
The only thing new
I've got the records
She's got you

I've got your memory
Or has it got me?
I really don't know
But I know it won't let me be

I've got your class ring
That proved you cared
And it still looks the same
As when you gave it dear
The only thing different
The only thing new
I've got these little things
She's got you

. . .


комментарии публикуются при поддержке Disqus



© 2011 Music World. Все права сохранены.