Lirik Lagu Tamburitza Lingua - Ani Difranco
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
a cold and porcelain lonelyin an old new york hotela stranger to a citythat she used to know so wellbathing in a bathroomthat is bathed in the first blue lightof the beginning of a centuryat the end of an endless night
then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenuepre-rush hourpost-rain showerstillness seeping upwards like steamfrom another molten sewersummer in new york
they've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleepus / theysomething about the mosquitoes having some kind of diseasethem / meCIA foul playif you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bagchemical warfare"i'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat," he says, "that's where the truthis at"that's where the truth is atthat's where the truth is at
and everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that canbut one breath at a time is an acceptable planshe tells herselfand the air is still thereand this morning it's even breathableand for a second the relief is unbelievableand she's a heavy sack of flour siftedher burden liftedshe's full of clean wind for one lean momentand then she's trapped againrevertedcaged and contortedwith no way to get freeand she's getting plenty of little kissesbut nobody's slippin' her the key
her whole life is a long list of what ifsand she doesn't even know where to beginand the pageantry of suffering thereinrivals televisiontv is, after all, the modern day roman coliseumhuman devastation as mass entertainmentand now millions sit jeeringcollectively cheeringthe bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
she is hailing a cabshe is sailing down the avenueshe's 19 going on 30or maybe she's really 30 now ...it's hard to sayit's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way
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then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenuepre-rush hourpost-rain showerstillness seeping upwards like steamfrom another molten sewersummer in new york
they've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleepus / theysomething about the mosquitoes having some kind of diseasethem / meCIA foul playif you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bagchemical warfare"i'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat," he says, "that's where the truthis at"that's where the truth is atthat's where the truth is at
and everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that canbut one breath at a time is an acceptable planshe tells herselfand the air is still thereand this morning it's even breathableand for a second the relief is unbelievableand she's a heavy sack of flour siftedher burden liftedshe's full of clean wind for one lean momentand then she's trapped againrevertedcaged and contortedwith no way to get freeand she's getting plenty of little kissesbut nobody's slippin' her the key
her whole life is a long list of what ifsand she doesn't even know where to beginand the pageantry of suffering thereinrivals televisiontv is, after all, the modern day roman coliseumhuman devastation as mass entertainmentand now millions sit jeeringcollectively cheeringthe bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
she is hailing a cabshe is sailing down the avenueshe's 19 going on 30or maybe she's really 30 now ...it's hard to sayit's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way
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