MARTIN JOHNSON作詞の歌詞一覧リスト 7曲中 1-7曲を表示
| 曲名 | 歌手名 | 作詞者名 | 作曲者名 | 編曲者名 | 歌い出し |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Follow The DreamOAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | Follow me under the trees I'm endlessly, Playing games of empathy, Catching trains to follow the leader. Drown with me in ecstasy I'm happily, Trading tales of tragedy, Watching sharks who wallow the bleeder. True as ever all my wants are fading into madness, Waited for the moon to find me sleeping on the ground. Follow me in to the dream I'm restlessly, Waiting for the birds to sing, Pulling strings to follow the lead again Walk with me down to the stream, I'm tirelessly clutching to the end of spring, Finding shade to come up and breathe again. Watch your back fade into shadow wanting for the answers, Smells of sorrow seeping into severs in the sand. |
| Broken GlassOAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | A hundred mountains from the road, Smile along a stretch of sky, With a lullaby in my head, Breathing calmly walked I. Catch a tale of foretold dreams, Serenity right by my side, But I am not quite what I seem, A toppled glass of broken pride. A product of that childish pantry play, I'll see the light of day. Whether you were with me or you turned around and missed me, I was riding at the stern. Asked an honest question try to answer through the tension, With so much left to learn. All you wanted from me was a shoulder when you're weak, All I wanted from you was your time. Just a little of your precious time. Two eyes burning through the mist, Fear makes me lose my stride, The answer crushes like a fist, Why show what I can hide? Two lovers lost at sea, Rise and fall with every wave, Try to find what's meant to be, With nothing left to crave. Then open up the door to change the scene, And be what we can be. Whether you were with me or you turned around and missed me, I was riding at the stern. Asked an honest question try to answer through the tension, With so much left to learn. All you wanted from me was a shoulder when you're weak, All I wanted from you was your time. Just a little of your precious time. A state of open mindedness, To cauterize a wound that cuts too deep, A sling to hold my soul up endlessly To keep my head above so I can breathe Keep me from crying in my sleep. Whether you were with me or you turned around and missed me, I was riding at the stern. Asked an honest question try to answer through the tension, With so much left to learn. All you wanted from me was a shoulder when you're weak, All I wanted from you was your time. Just a little of your precious time. Just a little of your precious time. |
| Blind MoonlightOAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | Look into another light, You have the right, To make it better, Trust is what you gain in time, Another night another letter. Hey you there, Blind moonlight, Hold me tight, Forget tomorrow. Lay all day, If you can, Understand, You're baiting sorrow. Someday, In a moment, Always, We are learning. Troubled faces, Watch the sky, As they cry, Showing their weakness. Strength in numbers, But for those, All alone, They are left Speechless. Sometimes, More than others, Wanting, To ask the questions. Look into another light, You have the right, To make it better, Trust is what you gain in time, Another night another letter. Always, We are running, Tripping, On broken sidewalks. Tomorrow, Will bring another, Feeling, From yesterday,. Look into another light, You have the right, To make it better, Trust is what you gain in time, Another night another letter. Hey you there, Blind moonlight, Hold me tight. |
| Making TimeOAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | Soft whir of wheels, Wind from the south, Cut strait through the mountain, On the road home. It's dark as it could be, Out in the wild, Perpetual rhythm, My ears and eyes. A natural lifeline, A Travelers friend, A table of bounty, Taken in stride. It's freedom in finding, A masterful mind, Oh the places you'll go, The faces you'll find. Making time, In the night, Making time tonight. It's written in romance, The wide open road, And sought by the many, Though ever a trail. A light for the weary, Is cast in the dark, Ever on till the dawn, And strait to the mark. Making time, In the night, Making time tonight. Round these eyes, Round these eyes, Round these eyes, Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh Making time, In the night, Making time tonight. |
| Ride TodayOAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | We washed our souls in whiskey, Drowned our tears away, Passed another station, Heading home to Tokyo bay. Whispering winds betray me, Lashing down in streams, Tied me once and twice around, And sowed me at the seams. So raise your glass in silence, All your debts repaid, But ever on is the open road, Ride ride today. Now for home we're wandering, Longing in the lanes, Ever knowing all the while, We'd wind up at the same, City center calling, Ever does it scream, Tells me tales over other lives, That I will never lead. So raise your glass in silence, All your debts repaid, But ever on is the open road, Ride ride today. Where is home my darlings? Is it where you lie? Travel round this wide wide world, To work until you die. Ever in the limelight, Understood by none, Names will fade into the night, Until the morning's come. So raise your glass in silence, All your debts repaid, But ever on is the open road, Ride ride today. |
| N.A.COAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | Pepper in the air, Cant stop this sneezing from the junk. Even in the afternoon, Serve it with a wooden spoon. Terrified of terrifying statements on the tube, What a perfect tool to break the mood. Oh and all their prayers are consummated in the currency, Never mind the family they say that trend is dead, But its all the same to me. Make a leader of me, There's fire on the mountains and blood in the sea, No where left to run and hide, I'm high in the seat with the world by my side, But conversations died. Doubled over on the tiles, To kiss the floor goodbye. A second entry in the lights, Watching as the jokers fight. Two by two they file out, To an uninvited dawn, Only to bed with curtains drawn. Every day a slight submission, Keeps the truth alive, Round each bend a new addition, Keeps you satisfied. Make a leader of me, There's fire on the mountain and blood in the sea, No where left to run and hide, I'm high in the seat with the world by my side, Make a leader of me, There's fire on the mountain and blood in the sea, No where left to run and hide, I'm high in the seat with the world by my side, Make a leader of me, There's fire on the mountain and blood in the sea, No where left to run and hide, I'm high in the seat with the world by my side, But conversations died. |
| Treason SongOAU | OAU | MARTIN JOHNSON | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | OVERGROUND ACOUSTIC UNDERGROUND | So you think you can walk all the way to the valley? Wipe yourself off with the wings of an angel? Reap all the gains with a greedy tongue, Waste it all in vain. Don't you feel you've been trusted with lives of the many? Not bringers of imprint or soldiers of fortune? Washing your hands forcing demands, Rub till your bones display. Intrepidly minded, Incredibly gifted, All eyes are upon you, I hope you feel it when you sleep. Uncommonly viscous, From up in your tower you cast an eye, This weight on the strong backs of men, Will chase the sun out of the sky. There's a line you can't cross to get into the valley, There is no touching the wings of an angel, Was it of worth at the end of days, Treason song, Here with all freedoms gone, Treason song they say. |
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