Tracy Chapman - Matters Of The Heart - lyrics.txt
Tracy Chapman - Matters Of The Heart (1992)
01. Bang Bang Bang
What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
When he hold it in his hand
He feel mighty he feel strong
One day he may come back
Then where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run
But one fine day
All our problems will be solved
Bang bang bang
Give him drugs and give him candy
But if he does
Bang bang bang
If he preys only on his neighbors
Brothers sisters and friends
But if he comes for you or me
And we can place a gun in his hand
Bang bang bang
What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
If he decides to hunt us down
If he wants the chances that you took from him
And nothing that you own
And if he finds himself to be
A reflection of us all
Bang bang bang
Before you can raise your eyes to read
The writing on the wall
Bang bang bang
Before you can bridge the gulf between
And embrace him in your arms
Bang bang bang
02. So
So you make a little money
So some people starve a little
While you get fat
While you get fat
So you grind and grind
And you push and shove
And claim that those most worthy
Will get what they deserve
What they deserve
You give nothing away for free
If silence were truly golden
I guess no one could sleep
No one could sleep
You have money at your fingertips
People at your beck and call
To think for a price
You can have the whole wide world
And all our lives
We must hope the words
That come from your lips
We must hope those words are lies
And all our lives
We must hope the dreams
Soulless visions that you have
Are never realized
So
And you drive a fancy car
So what if your pockets are full
If you have an empty heart
You snap your fingers
And all the waters part
So what if the people bow down
If they show you no regard
Your left hand
Always watches your right
So what if you trust in God
With an empty little heart
Who has made a little money
Who watched the people starve
While you got fat
While you got fat
You got fat
You got fat
03. I Used To Be A Sailor
I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
And set me free
He wrote his epitaph
He wrote his eulogy
Oh no
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
And set me free
I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
And set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
04. The Love That You Had
The love that you had
In your heart is gone
Any touch of sincerity
Any trace of compassion
What hardened your heart?
What turned it to stone?
What made you forget?
You were in love with someone
Your eyes look straight through me
If nights are like this
Who said you could forget
You were in love with someone?
Tell me what hardened your heart
Tell me what turned it to stone
Tell me what made you forget
You were in love with someone
Was I wrong to forgive
Your indiscretions?
Should I have been more hysterical
Less understanding?
Go on assume the role
Tell me what hardened your heart
Tell me what turned it to stone
Tell me what made you forget
You were in love with someone
Tell me because I really want to know
05. Woman's Work
Early in the morning she rises
She rises up in the morning
The woman better slow down
Early in the morning she rises
06. If These Are The Things
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Anymore
But I look around me
I only have nightmares
And wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Anymore
We lose our patience
Lose our trust
Yes we lose our innocence
To forget our sorrow and hide our pain
We lose old memories
I wish I could dream
Once more
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
But I look around me and think
I only have nightmares
Wake up in a cold sweat
Have I become as corrupt
As all I abhor
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
07. Short Supply
Where are
The sunny days
The blue skies
The flowers for the children
The colors for their eyes?
All these things now days
Come in short supply
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Where are
All the sandy beaches
Fishes in the sea
Birds to sing for daybreak?
Where are all the trees?
All these things now days
Come in short supply
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Where are all the grassy hilltops
Clean air to breathe
Pure water to drink of
Beautiful sights to see?
All these things now days
Come in short supply
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
All we know will cease to be
The things of this earth
Keep us alive
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Where are the sunny days?
Blue skies
The flowers for the children
All the colors for their eyes
All the sandy beaches
Fishes in the sea
All the birds to sing for daybreak
Where are
Where are
Where are all the trees?
All these things they come in short supply
Make a space inside our hearts
And open our eyes
08. Dreaming On A World
I know I may be wishing
On a world
That may never be
No matter how hopeless
Or foolish
It may seem
Look for clovers in grassy lawns
Search for shooting stars in the night
Cross my fingers and dream on
I know I may be dreaming
Of a world
Far from present day reality
No matter how unrealistic
Or naive
It may seem
Always keep dreaming
And toss your coins in the fountain
Look for clovers in grassy lawns
Search for shooting stars in the night
Cross your fingers and dream on
We must always be thinking
Of a world
As a place of infinite possibilities
And always keep thinking
No matter how hopeless
Or foolish
It may seem
Always keep thinking
And toss our coins in the fountain
Look for clovers in grassy lawns
Search for shooting stars in the night
Cross our fingers and dream on
We must always keep dreaming
Of a world
With equality and justice
Thinking
There could be a world
Without poverty and sickness
Wishing
Of a world
Without hunger and homelessness
Dreaming
Of a world
Where all people live in peace
Dreaming
Of a world
Dreaming
On a world
09. Open Arms
If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
10. Matters Of The Heart
I lose my head
From time to time
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
We should have been holding each other
Instead we talked
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
But I asked before
Your reply was kind and polite
One wants more
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
But it feels good to have passion in my life
I hope my head always defers to my heart
In matters of the heart
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
I wish that I had the power
To make these feelings stop
I lose all self control
In matters of the heart
To give affection to
And from whom you can receive
In matters of the heart
You caught me off guard
Somehow you reached me
Where I thought I had nothing left inside
In matters of the heart
Where the sleeping dogs lie
Not by your side
It feels so lonely
In matters of the heart
Here I sit
But I have you to thank
For reminding me
And in matters of the heart
Until tomorrow afternoon
Maybe when and if I see you again
In matters of the heart
I have no harsh words for you
I have no tears to cry
If the moon were full
It only hurts
In matters of the heart
If today were my birthday
And all accounts would be settled
In matters of the heart
Matters of the heart
|
|