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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
I can feel a mountain rain
That'll wash away
And shine again
Empty my pockets
That were weighing me down
Sift through my soul
To see what's lost and found
Gonna walk away from trouble
With my head held high
Then look closely you'll see
Luck in my eyes
I can hear a howling wind
That sweeps away
The pain that's been
Take all my sorrow
And I'll cast away
The worries tomorrow
That I had today
Gonna walk away from trouble
With my head held high
Then look closely you'll see
Luck in my eyes
All my troubles, all my troubles, gone
With luck in my eyes
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(Willie Nelson/Faron Young)
Three days that I hate to see arrive
Three days that I hate to be alive
Three days filled with tears and sorrow
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
There are three days I know I will be blue
Three days I'll dream of you
And it does no good to wish these days to end
'Cause the same three days start over again
Three days that I dread to see arrive
Three days that I hate to be alive
Three days filled with tears and sorrow
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Trail of broken hearts
Looking back at you
Now and from the start
These words will travel true
The godspeed of trust
Will settle the dust
We've been passing through
Leaving just a part
Down the trail of broken hearts
Broken trail so long
A long and tired past
An emptiness has gone
I've found this place at last
And here will remain
With only the aim
Of staying sure and fast
Leaving just a part
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
She was a big boned gal
From southern alberta
You just couldn't call her small
And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for the legion hall
Put her blue dress on
And she'd curl her hair
Oh she's been waiting all week
And with a bounce in her step
And a wiggle in her walk
She'd be swinging down the street
You could tell she was ready
By the look in her eye
As she slipped in through the crowd
She walked with grace
As she entered the place
Ya, the big boned gal was proud
Hey hey the big boned gal
Ain't no doubt she's a natural
Shakin' and a'snakin'
And a'breakin' up across the floor
Hey hey the big boned gal
Ain't no doubt she's a natural
Reelin' and a'rockin'
And she's yelling out for more
Now people would come
From miles around
And gather there to dance
But when the big boned gal came shufflin' in
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
When I spoke to you
I spit it out with honest tongue now
Didn't I
And all I got from you
Was this thread of hope that I hung to
Didn't I
For all the times I could let go
I dangled there to let you know now
Didn't I
Then I spoke to you
And you took away what I clung to
Oh didn't I
Love you baby
Baby
Oh didn't I
Love you baby
How long till I panic
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Propped up against the gymnasium wall
Leaning with surface lament
Not one whispered word
Nor crack of a smile
Emotions as solid cement
There's no need to sympathize
For kind and sure are those eyes
Are you getting scared my dear
Are you getting scared
To shyly compliment the mirror
To balance the compared
Then falls one solitary tear
Oh, to be the stared
And stumble with the inflicted faults
While stepping the wallflowerr waltz
Held and pushed by unleashed desires
Tethered in self-sacrifice
Reluctantly charmed by being approached
But guarded by one's own device
There's no need to criticize
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Coyote, oh coyote
Can you tell me why
Everytime the big moon shines
You sit right down and cry
He says 'it's not because i'm sad
That i sing all night long,
I'm looking for someone to love
And this is my love song'
Oooooooooooooo,
Oh i go crazy when that
Moooooooooooon shines above
Oooooooooooooo
Won't someone save me
From that full moon full of love
Baby, oh sweet baby
Can you explain this
Everytime the big moon shines
I finally get a kiss
You said it's just the moonbeams
That make you do these things
Well, i think that i'll just sit right here
And let that coyote sing
OOOOOOOooooooooo
Oh i go crazy when that
Mooooooooooooon shines above
Ooooooooooooo
Won't someone save me
From that full moon full of love
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Out of nowhere this gust of wind
Brushed my hair and kissed my skin
I aimed to hold a bridled pace
When with love itself I came face to face
Pullin' back the reins
Trying to remain
Tall in a saddle
When all that we had well
Ran away
With a will of its own
I know your soul is wild and free
Like this galloiong inside me
Tossed by instinct and where we land
Is vast and certain of all that's planned
You know, I learned to break the run
And gently harness the love of someone
Yes, and equal parts of wait and trust
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Oh can't you feel my love a'growin
Can't you feel it
Ain't it showin
Oh you must be knowin
I got a big big love
It's not the type to be concealing
It's the type to be revealing
Oh, you must be feeling
I got a big big love
I think it's time we done some walkin
I think it's time we done some talkin
Well there's a great big moon above
Honey, i got a big big love
This is not infatuation
It's true love's sensation
It's not my imagination
I got a big big love
For you
It's time we done some walkin
I think it's time we done some talkin
Well
There's a great big moon above honey
And i got a big big love
This is not infatuation
It's true love sensation
It's not my imagination
I got big big love
It's not the type to be concealing
It's the type to be revealing
Oh you must be feeling
I got a big big love
I got a big big love
I got a big big love
I got a big big love for you
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
What you see on t.v.
All them sparkles
It ain't me
I am givin' what I can
What I can
Things that I may tell you
Honey, I ain't lyin'
It ain't me
All this talkin' is how I feel
How I feel
I'm not asking for the world
I just wanna be an ordinary girl
Might not be all you want
But it's all you get, it's me
On them shiny pages
All that hairdo
It ain't me
I am showing just what I am
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Problems find you, at least they try to
Sometimes too easy, just to teach me
Some things that I dare, others they don't care
But still I know there's
Always somebody there to tell me
'Bout deep muddy water, why do they bother
Won't be roped and tied down
No I can be found, comin' back 'round
Cause I know
All your lovin', all your charms
All the things that keep me calm
Time apart can do no harm
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(k.d. lang)
As things start to surface
Tears come on down
Scars of childhood
In a small town
Hurt she pushed inward
Starting to show
Now she'll do some talking
But he'll never know
Tables have turned now
With a child of her own
But she's blind to the difference
What's taught is that's known
Numbed by reaction
Stripped of the trust
a young heart is broken
Not aware that it's just
A family tradition
The strength of this land
Where what's right and wrong
Is the back of a hand
Turns girls into women
A boy to a man
But the rights of the children
Have nowhere to stand
Memories of children
Are written in stone
Some they get buried
Not to be shown
Still they do linger
Deep down inside
Like a seed that's been planted
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