Womack & Womack - Teardrops

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8AOAap6_k4 

Whenever I hear goodbyes
(Remind me baby of you)
I break down and cry
(The next time I'll be true, yeah)
Fever for lost romance
(Remind me baby of you)
I took a crazy chance
(The next time I'll be true
I'll be true, I'll be true)

[Chorus]
Footsteps on the dance floor
(Remind me baby of you)
Teardrops in my eyes
(Next time I'll be true, yeah)
Whispers in the powder room
(She cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune)

[Bridge]
And the music don't feel
Like it did when I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel ever feels
Like I felt it with you

[Verse 2]
When I'm dancin' 'round
(Remind me baby of you)
I really let you down
(Next time I'll be true, yeah)
I took a crazy chance
(She cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune)

[Chorus]
Footsteps on the dance floor
(Remind me baby of you)
Teardrops in my eyes
(Next time I'll be true, yeah)
Whispers in the powder room
(She cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune)

[Bridge]
And the music don't feel
Like it did when I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel ever feels
Like I felt it with you

[Verse 3]
Hurting deep inside
(She cries on every tune)
I break down and cry
(She cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune)

[Chorus]
Footsteps on the dance floor
(Remind me baby of you)
Teardrops in my eyes
(Next time I'll be true, yeah)
Whispers in the powder room
(She cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune)

[Bridge]
And the music don't feel (no no)
Like it did when I felt it with you
(No no)
Nothing that I do or feel (never feels)
Like I felt it with you
(No no)

[Bridge]
And the music don't feel (no no)
Like it did when I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel
Ever feels like I felt it with you

[Vocal break]
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohh

[Outro]
Fever for lost romance
I took a crazy chance
Lovers holding hands
(Remind me baby of you)
(Next time I'll be true)

Gil Scott Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnJFhuOWgXg

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8: 32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Sting - "The Rising" (Bruce Springsteen Tribute) | 2009 Kennedy Center Honors

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmWYg4W9Ca

Can't see nothing in front of me
Can't see nothing coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder half mile of line

Come on up for the rising
Come on up lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
I was wearing the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rolling down here

Come on up for the rising
Come on up lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li, li li li li

There's spirits above and behind me
Faces gone black, eyes burning bright
May their precious blood bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light

Li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li, li li li li

I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancing in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine (ooh ooh ooh)
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancing on the end of my line (ooh ooh ooh)

Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life) (ooh ooh ooh)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life) (ooh ooh ooh)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burning wind fills my arms tonight (ooh ooh ooh)
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life

Come on up for the rising
Come on up lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li li, li li li li li
Li li, li li, li li li li
Li li, li li li li li (come on up for the rising)
Li li, li li li, li li li li li (come on up)
Li li, li li li, li li li li li (come on up for the rising)
Li li, li li, li li li li (come on up)

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Heart - Stairway to Heaven cover of Led Zeppelin - Kennedy Center Honors HD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cZ_EFAmj08

"Stairway To Heaven"

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

London Grammar - "Wicked Game" cover

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wo80bXyEbkE

The world was on fire and no one can save me but you
It's strange what desire can make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you


No I don't wanna fall in love
No I don't wanna fall in love
With you


What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
To make me feel this way


And I don't wanna fall in love
No I don't wanna fall in love
With you

And I don't wanna fall in love
I don't wanna fall in love
Don't wanna fall in love
I don't want to fall in love
Don't wanna fall in love
I don't wanna fall in love
With you