Lyrics: Night
Artist: Brenda Kahn
Album: Destination Anywhere
Song: Night
Released: 1996
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Night lyrics
Climbing the barbed wire fence of decadence
Desperate trying to feel anything at all
There’s a baby with a baby
She don’t care for big dreams
She takes her coffee black
And if you trip her up she will get you back
Yeah I’m in somebody’s house, in somebody’s chair
The white night is sucking on my heels like a virgin prayer
And there’s a boy’s choir doing Carole King in my head
But there’s nothing very graceful in this place
Maybe it was bad timing or just poor taste
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
There’s a Puerto Rican princess dancing in her own dream
Says, ‘Yo I coulda been some kinda somebody
Some kind of scene queen’
Strips to her underwear, she don’t care
Then gets up on the barstool and in a drunken Spanish accent spits into the smoke
Jesus rode side saddle with ribbons in his hair
Then fucked his girlfriend on a dare
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
Making love on Rivington St.
With a Winston cigarette locked in his teeth
God living's a blessing and barfood well it must be nice
Wonder if you were my lover on Tuesday, he's cold as ice
I said, I’ll never be the woman you want
Cause I feel too much like a sideshow freak in a circus haunt
She’s licking tears off the bottoms of her boot heels baby
Marching off to the holy land
That’s south of Houston, just above Grand
My mouth is burning
Feels like there's pepper on my tongue
If you wake seeped in doubt
Your hands bleeding and your mouth worn out
The books thrown down crying desperately
Fuck this suicide chamber called society
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
Desperate trying to feel anything at all
There’s a baby with a baby
She don’t care for big dreams
She takes her coffee black
And if you trip her up she will get you back
Yeah I’m in somebody’s house, in somebody’s chair
The white night is sucking on my heels like a virgin prayer
And there’s a boy’s choir doing Carole King in my head
But there’s nothing very graceful in this place
Maybe it was bad timing or just poor taste
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
There’s a Puerto Rican princess dancing in her own dream
Says, ‘Yo I coulda been some kinda somebody
Some kind of scene queen’
Strips to her underwear, she don’t care
Then gets up on the barstool and in a drunken Spanish accent spits into the smoke
Jesus rode side saddle with ribbons in his hair
Then fucked his girlfriend on a dare
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
Making love on Rivington St.
With a Winston cigarette locked in his teeth
God living's a blessing and barfood well it must be nice
Wonder if you were my lover on Tuesday, he's cold as ice
I said, I’ll never be the woman you want
Cause I feel too much like a sideshow freak in a circus haunt
She’s licking tears off the bottoms of her boot heels baby
Marching off to the holy land
That’s south of Houston, just above Grand
My mouth is burning
Feels like there's pepper on my tongue
If you wake seeped in doubt
Your hands bleeding and your mouth worn out
The books thrown down crying desperately
Fuck this suicide chamber called society
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
If you wake in a sunrise of shame
Call my name
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Guest wrote on 20th May 2012, 5:34h: This is an AMAZING song and most of the lyrics are right, but there are a few mistakes. It should be "God living on blessings and barfood, well it must be nice", not to mention half the lyrics of the song are missing. It's such a great song to leave out the lyrics to the entire "spoken word/singing" portion of the song (the part which makes this song such a classic) is downright embarrassing! I'll get to work on writing the REST of the lyrics down because, without them, it's like putting up 1/2 of Paradise by the Dashboard Lights (by Meatloaf) or 1/2 of "The End" (by the Doors). |
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