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Chris Rea




Альбом Chris Rea


King Of The Beach (2000)
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Let your fighting scars heal in the sun
of a bright windy day
Let your cold blades sleep in the sand
till it's rusted away

Washed each night in the waves
while you sleep away each memory
And you wake to find yourself
a new king to be

Away from the dark
moving into the light
King of the shadows
gives up on the fight

He kicks of them shoes
throws them away
There's nobody here now
except this salty blue day

Out of sight
Out of reach
He's king of the beach

Whatever I was
well I'm not that now
I tell you because
it may help you somehow

So kick of them shoes
and throw them away
Cause there's nobody here now
except this salty blue day

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All summer long we were happy we were one
We didn't think of an ending to our play
All summer long nights of wine, days of song
It couldn't last, our ageing sun had to go
I will always remember you

Watching the waves in the wind
The beach dogs hiding from the rain
Suddenly my colours have turned to grey
Will I ever see your face again

And all winter long I will walk my lonely road
Waiting for you and your return
I will always remember you

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Walk a cold thin line,
in the morning.
Hold the fear inside,
that greets you with the day.

I cant go with you now.
I can only watch you now.
watch you, as you sail away.
as you sail away.

Im gonna miss you now,
so much more than I realized.
Theres a heavy stone of empty,
where you once laid.

And I cant go with you now,
I can only watch you now,
(watch you) as you sail away.
Sail away.

I know you need your freedom.
Sail away.
cuz without it you cant survive.
Be on your way,
disappear into the distance,
I smile and say, "sail away"

And I cant go with you now,
I can only watch you now,
Watch you, as you sail away.
sail away.
sail away.
sail away.

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I see a million torn up moments
of the rarest happiness
Each one a dancing snowflake
A piece of memory

It's the ghost of days gone by
Lay them tight across this old town
In the silence of your smiling face
You move to me

And you are still beautiful
You are still beautiful
In this cold white night
Still shining bright
Still beautiful

Regrets the cold wind that I know
and it will not let me be
and hopes your smiling face
can still can set me free

And you are still beautiful
You are still beautiful
In this cold white night
Still shining bright
Still beautiful

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Long shadows
Bright light
That falls to the front
From a darkness behind
There is no end
To this mountain top
Inside these stones
Only peace will we find

Inside out
We're all part of the stone
That makes up the mountain
And harbours the bones
The bones of angels
That showed us the way
You can feel them at night
While they sleep through the day

The bones of angels
The bones of angels

Together we will be
Forever we will see
I see you
And I see me
And the bones of angels

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There's a crazy sense of duty
As he licks between his fingers
Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands
There's a strong determination
That his teachers never witnessed
Never close enough to understand
He's like a bull just bred for fighting
He don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing that he knows

School report just says he's lazy
His brother says he's crazy
But take a look 'cos there he goes

Through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way down Guitar Street

To some guitars are hot-rods
All along the quest for macho
To others a would-be ticket out of town
For Joe a six-string sten gun
In the 'Panto-revolution'
And Stevie's all just strictly sound
He's like a bull just bred for fighting
He don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing that he knows

School report just says he's lazy
His brother says he's crazy
But anyway take a look 'cos there he goes
Through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way down Guitar Street




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How does it feel
now that you know
What makes it work
how far it can go
Your innocent dream
didn't know how to play
the game that was needed
and now I hear it say

Who do you love
Who do you really love
What are you thinking of
at the end of the day
What do you want
What do you really want

There's no question you are
and somehow save the day
and all those who don't really know
See a bright sunny day
but the glory that shone
like sweet summer rain
It rolls off you and dissapates
Just as fast as it came

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I love the sun
I love the sea
I'd like to think that you
were here with me

But people are seasons
and seasons change
I'd like to think that you
are still the same

Sometimes you made me happy
Sometimes you made me cry
But the memory of a good friend
never dies

Between the lines
of an aging face
omething special that you can't replace

But people are seasons
and seasons change
I'd like to think that you
are still the same

Sometimes you made me happy
Sometimes you made me cry
But the memory of a good friend
never dies

And I see you standing
by the harbour wall
And I see you waving
from the aeroplane
Two hearts together
laughing in the rain

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sandwriting.
leave your name
and let the wind and high tide
take it away.
each white gold grain,
that mad eup your name
take it away.
sandwriting.

write your lovers monogram
upon the cool damp white gold grain
say this is who I am
yeah this is all you are my friend
some shapes upon the sand
the white gold grain
washed and blown away
with the memory of your name

take it away
go tell a story to the wind and sea
whatever became of you and me?
each letter of love that had its golden days
a lovesong without goodbye
take it away
sandwriting

go tell the story to the wind and sea
whatever became of you and me?
each letter of love that had its golden day
a lovesong without goodbye
take it away

sandwriting
sandwriting
sandwriting
mm hmm hmm, sandwriting

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Je veux sentir le sable
Entre mes doigts de pieds
Tamatave ma petite rouquine
Elle la sait

Long grass dancing in the day
Blue sky palm trees gently sway
I come from a land down in sun
Sit on the beach and watch the waves run

I need the sand between my toes
Tamatave my red hair girl she knows

Tamatave je t'entends m'appeler
Tamatave je t'entends m'appeler
Tommasina I hear you calling me
Tamatave je t'entends m'appeler

I feel so strange on city streets
I got these big shoes on my feet
I come from a land down in sun
Sit on the beach and watch the waves run

Tamatave je ton ton mapelay
Tamatave je ton ton mapelay
Tommasina I hear you calling me
Tamatave je ton ton mapelay

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I was never born with the face of a
movie star
I was never blessed with an easyload
along the way
I have taken the wrong turning
So many times I can't remember
But one thing I have for sure
I can always smile and say

God gave me an angel with a smiling
face
God gave me an angel this I know
My churches are all empty and I'm guilty
every day
But god gave me an angel anyway

Talk of being good and what became of
me
Do I hide my head in shame and turn
away
I have taken the wrong turning
So many times I can't remember
But one thing I have for sure
I can always smile and say

But God gave me an angel with a smiling
face
God gave me an angel this I know
My churches are all empty and I'm guilty
every day
But god gave me an angel anyway

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He sits upon the empty sand
and gazes up to the endless grey
The weathered face
and battered hands
Protest the soul
that carried them so far this way

The beaten skin
is turning to a wrinkled smile
And his eyes light up
and give his soul away

He said, I'm waiting for a blue sky
I am waiting for a bright day
I'll be there thru the wind and rain
Don't care what anybody says

I'm waiting for a morning bright
that fills the day with all its clean bright light
I'm waiting for a blue sky

I'm waiting for a blue sky
I'm waiting for a bright day
I'll be there thru the wind and rain
Don't care what anyone else says

I'm waiting for a morning bright
that fills the day with all its clean bright light
I'm waiting for a blue sky

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Nashville sky, in the morning sun
Somewhere up north, a new life begun
He was drawn to the twister, with a Memphis sound
Kissed by an Angel, of a music town.

Jump a train from Chicago, trace it back
With the neck of a bottle, and the groove of the tracks
Spend your life running, that Angels sweet sound
Chasing the ghosts, of a faraway town.

Oh Mississippi, running through my veins
Oh Mississippi, never the same again.


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