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| East Of The Sun West Of The Moon 1990 |
| Produced By Chris Neil *Produced By Ian Stanley |
| Crying in the rain Early morning* I call your name Slender frame East of the sun* Sycamore leaves Waiting for her* Cold river The way we talk* Rolling thunder (Seemingly) nonstop July* |
| Crying in the Rain (Howard GreenField/Carole King) I'll never let you see The way my broken heart is hurting me I've got my pride and I know how to hide All my sorrow and pain I'll do my crying in the rain If I wait for stromy skies You wont know the rain from the tears in my eyes I may be a fool but till then darling you'll Never see me complain, I'll do my crying in the rain Raindrops falling from heaven Could never take away my misery Since we're not together I pray for stormy weather To hide these tears I hope you'll never see Some day when my crying's done I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun I may be fool but till then darling you'll Never see me complain I'll do my crying in the rain |
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| Early Morning (Paul Waktaar-Savoy/Magen Furholmen) Early morning, eight O clock precise I see the lonely August sun arise Say you know you will Move me like you do Out on the fieldsI'm waiting the whole night through Early morning, early morning Ran the whole way Down to the tracks Through the doorway Then a last look back Say you know you willSave me like you do Out on the fields I've waited the whole night through Early morning, early morning I climbed all the stairways To find the rooftops clear Got the shotgun lying with me here Say you know you willMove me like you do Out on the fields you know how it feels yeah Early morning, early morning |
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| I Call Your Name (Paul Waktaar-Savoy/Magne Furholmen) We got married on a cold mid winter's morning We said our lines and kissed and it was over Those pronoucements had such weight They made us hesitate, hesitate When you moved your hips and swayed in my direction I thought we could make it yet And beat the isolation But in that gentle dark Man we tore ourselves apart Through the fire and rain Through the wilderness and pain Throught the losses, through the pain On love's rollercoaster train I call your name I call your name Oh God,,we used to laugh Is the fire dying babe It hurts to ask Let me hold you for a while |
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| Slender Frame (Paul Waaktaar-Savoy/Magne Furholmen) Your coat is hanging loosely On your slender frame There's many roads to leave by But few come back again I dont believe it I believe it Take a look around and see What's stopping you is stopping me One moonless night we'll make it right And vanish in the dark of night Pack up your things and go Run down the road, dont make it slow Pack up your things today and run away Yeah run away You say it's useless crying Never got you far You claim there's none as lonely Lonely as you are I dont believe it I believe it Take a look around and see What's breaking you is breaking me One moonless night we'll make it right And vanish in the dark of night. |
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| East Of The Sun (Paul Waaktaar-Savoy) Half of a letter, tells half a story The way I see it, it's half the worry Where I came from, I forgot too soon East of the sun, and west of the moon Money talks, and hey I'm listening I've lived without it enough to miss it Where I'm going I'll get there soon East of the sun, west of the moon I'm never gonna get the lady You know I wanna get there soon Never gonna get the bitter pain The desert rose in bloom East of the sun, and west of the moon Another day leaves me aching I try to wake up but something's breaking Here inside me, deep and hollow A sound that no other sound could follow I know the pain, before the wound East of the sun, and west of the moon |
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| Sycamore Leaves (Paul Waaktaar-Savoy) Cant stop thinking about it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadsiden Something's buried Under sycamore leaves Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling that Some-one's lying Covered by sycamore leaves And I could never make it And I could never see And I could never break out And shake it's grip on me |
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| Waiting For Her (Paul Waaktaar-Savoy/Magne Furholmen) Waiting for her That's all I ever do Waiting for her So why didn't I Take the measures justified Our love has always been the same She comes then goes away again, Oh yeah She used to say We didn't had the breaks we should've had Coming our way But why didn't I Take the time and put it right Our love has always been the same She leaves me standing out in the rain, Oh yeah Send her my love, she's all I'm thinking of Oh yeah, I'm telling you And when she's sleeping by my side Eyes closed, all knowledge tucked inside Oh yeah Why didn't I take the measures justified Send her my love, she's all I'm thinking of Oh yeah, I'm telling you. |
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| Rolling Thunder (Paul Waaktaar-Savoy/Magne Furholmen) It's the waves below us And our fate before us Like a rolling thunder Rolling out from under Dont ever leave this way I know it's getting harder by the day If your world should crumble yeah And the rain gets in, running through your skin Sucking you outside in The rain see it falling And I dont know how long it will be Until the storm is over I'll wait, I will Like the years of silence To the growing violence Like a rolling thunder Rolling out from under Dont ever leave me this way Wait a little longer, yeah stay Through the night I tumble here When the rain comes in I will shed my skin Losing it from within See the rain it's falling But I, I wont be leaving your side until The storm is over Cause I'll wait, I will So many lifetimes She's been waiting for it All through the good times When you try to go it Hesitate, it's come too late Hear the sound of the wheels again When the rain comes in I will shed my skin Losing it from within The rain keeps falling But I, I wont be leaving your side until The storm is over So I'll wait, cause I will Ooh, and I dont know how long it will be until The storm is over But I'll wait, cause I will |
| (Seemingly) Nonstop July (Paul Waaktaar-Savoy) Walking by strangers Stranger than me We talk of the future Between you and me Sweet little darling Where will we be Sweet little darling Where will we be It's hard to conceive it All comes to an end A joke when it's funny, well I laugh and pretend We're fools to believe it We're fools to try To slow down this seemingly nonstop July |
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