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Beggarman
05:50
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Beggarman, give me your heart,
Tell me your desire.
I’ll make you rich, and dress you in silk,
To lie by the fire.
Lonely man, look in my eyes,
Tell me all your dreams.
You’ll have a girl with curls in her hair
To sing you off to sleep
Sell you soul, sell you soul to me
Sell you soul, I will set you free
Mighty King give me your hand
Your future will be told
I’ll give you friends who love your heart
More than your fame and gold
Old man, lay down your head
Tell me all your stories
I’ll make you young, to run in the rain
Death is just a doorway
Sell your soul, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul, I will set you free
She kissed the beggar and the lonely man
She stole their sould and never came back
She kissed the king and the old man
And fled into the fire
Sell your soul, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul, I will set you free
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The Devil's Music
04:44
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Some men say that girls do not need to read,
Or go to school, they’re born to breed.
Some men burn the books in Timbuktu,
But in the end burn people too.
The water’s rising,
People shouting
To be free.
Wind is howling,
People screaming
(to be ) free.
Some men cut the music-makers down,
And Bamako is a silent town.
Some men say their faith is a higher law,
And kill and rob, for a merciful god.
The water’s rising,
People shouting,
Wind is howling,
People screaming…
Oh Mali, Oh Mali,
La musique ets la paix.
Oh Mali, Oh Mali,
Le memoire de société.
Does Tomani Diabaté play the devils music?
Does Vieux Farka Touré play the devils music?
Does Fatoumata Diarawa play the devils music?
Does Bassekou Kouyaté play the devils music?
Does Abdullah Ag Limida play the devils music?
Do Amadou and Miriam play the devils music?
Oh Mali, Oh Mali,
La musique ets la paix,
Oh Mali, Oh Mali,
Le memoire de société,
Oh Mali, Oh Mali,
La musique est la paix,
Oh Mali, Oh Mali
Son histoire, son couer et son verité
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England
03:27
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England, England
What happened to your heart?
England, England
Have you forgotten what it’s like to starve?
England, England
Can’t you hear the bells?
England, England
Damn your quality of life to hell.
While in the news, people flee the flames of a war
While you lock down your windows and your doors
But you’d rather it was their life than yours
Oh, England.
While in the news, people flee the flames of a war
While you lock down your windows and your doors
But you’d rather it was their life than yours
Oh, England.
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Home
07:54
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Like moss on a stone,
A place where you’re never alone,
A place, A place that you call home,
But what really is it?
This Eden of forgotten time,
Is it in my mother’s arms?
Or in my childhood back yard?
Hair draped so gracefully across a sleeping face,
Or the blissful void of her warm embrace.
I don’t need nobody,
I don’t need no place to be,
Because home is me.
So let the beat of the drum,
Free your mind,
Let it take you,
To that place inside,
And when you are there,
You will find,
That you were,
Home all the time.
Home, is where I want to be
‘Coz I’m scared to face the world alone,
But if you ask yourself it must be said,
That home’s a place inside your head
Candles lit on a Friday night,
Surrounded by my tribe,
A soft voice whispers in the night saying,
Everything’s gonna be alright,
But when my head gets turned around,
And I can’t tell up from down,
I don’t need nobody,
I don’t need no place to be,
Because home is me.
So let the beat of the drum,
free your mind,
Let it take you,
To that place inside,
And when you are there,
You will find,
That you were,
You were Home all the time.
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