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What About Me

I believed when you said
that you'd always care for me,
but your lies ring in my head
and you're never there for me.
 
I hear your whispers on the phone,
you say it's in my mind.
But I'm no fool, you're never home,
then you say everything is fine.
 
I wanna know.
Oh, I wanna know, yeah, yeah.
I wanna know, baby.
Oh, I wanna know, know:
 
What about me? What about us?
I always thought you were the one I could trust.
Who the hell is she? Is it love or lust?
What about me? What about us?  
 
What about me? What about us?
I always thought you'd be the one I could trust.
Who the hell is she? Is it love or lust?
What about me? Oh, what about us?  
 
I found a number, she wrote, 'My dear.'
You say she's just a friend.
I once believed, but now it's clear
the trouble's round the bend.
 
I hear your whispers on the phone,
you say it's in my mind.
But I'm no fool, you're never home,
then you say everything is fine.  
 
I wanna know.
Oh, I wanna know, yeah, yeah.
I wanna know, baby.
Oh, I wanna know, know:
 
What about me? What about us?
I always thought you were the one I could trust.
Who the hell is she? Is it love or lust?
What about me? What about us?  
 
What about me? What about us?
I always thought you'd be the one I could trust.
Who the hell is she? Is it love or lust?
What about me? Oh, what about us?  
 
I wanna know.
Oh, I wanna know, yeah, yeah.
I wanna know, baby.
Oh, I wanna know, know:
 
What about me? What about us?
I always thought you were the one I could trust.
Who the hell is she? Is it love or lust?
What about me? What about us?  
 
What about me? What about us?
I always thought you'd be the one I could trust.
Who the hell is she? Is it love or lust?
What about me? Oh, what about us?  
 

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További dalszövegek

הקיץ האחרון

זה הקיץ האחרון שלי אתכם
עם הגשם הראשון אני אעלם
דמעותי יזרמו במורד הרחובות
כמו עלה נושר ותקוות רחוקות
 
אני איש של חורף בין אלפי אנשי ים
אך בחורף הזה כבר לא אהיה קיים
לאט לאט השכבות נמסות
בין רוצים לא רוצים ותפילות אחרונות
 
אז תזכרו שהבטחתם לא לבכות
כי השמיים גדולים והדמעות קטנות
תעצמו את העיניים כל גשם ראשון
ותחשבו עלי
 
אני רוצה לטפס על ההרים כי הם שם
ולבקר במדינות מעבר לים
לדעת אם יש צורות חיים אחרות
ואם המתים ממשיכים לחיות
 
כי זה הקיץ האחרון שלי אתכם
עם הגשם הראשון אני אעלם
לאט לאט השכבות נמסות
בין רוצים לא רוצים ותפילות אחרונות
 
אז תזכרו שהבטחתם
 

Do the Skeleton Scat!

Lachy: When you hear the swingin' beat swingin' song to bat
You know it's time to get in line, and do the skeleton scat!
Emma, can you play the drums? Let's hear that swingin' beat!
Emma: I'll play the drums with my hands and dance a dance with my feet!
(Drum solo)
 
Lachy: Simon, can you use your voice to make that low tone?
Simon: I'll sing my notes so low that they just sound like a trombone.
(Simon sings real low)
 
Lachy: Anthony, play the guitar. Let's hear those jammed out strings.
Anthony: I'll play the guitar, like a star. Make those strings ring. Gee c'mon!
(Guitar solo)
 
Lachy: Now's the time, don't be shy. Use your voice and skat.
When I count 1, 2, 3, Let's do the skeleton skat!
 
(Lachy sings a bunch of made up words)
1, 2, 3!
Emma, Simon, and Anthony: (The Awake Wiggles repeat Lachy)
 
Lachy: (Lachy sings made up words, again)
1, 2, 3!
Emma, Simon, and Anthony: (The Awake Wiggles repeat Lachy, again)
 
(Piano solo)
 

Sorrow Is Your Tale

In droves they are coming here
I am what they call 'the seer'
Let us talk and you will see
 
Your whole life led you to me
 
You know this place, you have been here before
You suffered so much, can't stand anymore
 
All my children, come to me
Sorrow is your tale
The cross you bring belongs to thee
I just hold the nail
All my children, come to me
Sorrow is your tale
The cross you bring can set you free
Take this final nail
 
I will escort you into my lair
We'll take our time to set the snare
Words so sharp they pierce your hands
The truth I show, you can not withstand
 
I'll raise your cross at a desolate place
Join my collection of your desolate race
I'll make your weakness be your fate
Once realized it will be too late
 
Say your final prayer, no one can descend from there
And for those who try to run - I will build another one...
 
All my children, come to me
Sorrow is your tale
The cross you bring belongs to thee
I just hold the nail
All my children, come to me
Sorrow is your tale
The cross you bring can set you free
Take this final nail
 
All my children, come to me
Sorrow is your tale
The cross you bring belongs to thee
I just hold the nail
All my children, come to me
Sorrow is your tale
The cross you bring can set you free
Take this final nail
 

The Pale Faced Indian

They took away the whole Cherokee nation
And put us on this reservation.
 
They took away our way of life
Our tomahawk and the cuttin' knife.
And the old teepee we all loved so
They're using now just for a show.
They put our papoose in a crib
and took the buck skin from our rib.
And they took away our native tongue
and taught their English to our young.
 
Hiya, hiya, ho! Hiya hi, hiya ho!
Hiya, hiya, hiya ho!
 
Although they changed our ways of old
They'll never change our heart and soul.
And tho' I wear a white man's tie
I'll be a red man till I die.
 
Hiya, hiya, ho! Hiya hi, hiya ho!
Hiya, hiya, hiya ho!
 
All the beads we made by hand
are nowadays made in Japan.
 
Hiya, hiya, ho! Hiya hi, hiya ho!
Hiya, hiya, hiya ho!