Lirik Lagu Driving Aloud (radio Storm) - Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians
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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.
Take a breath, take a breath, take a breathHoney take it on me'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape and it's easy to seeI've been X-raying you since you walked into hereYou've got nothing to hopeYou've got nothing to fearHeartburn and chemistry and lung diseaseMake mincemeat of your passion on days like these
And everything you say is like sugarThe sweeter it gets you know I lick it away
Radio forecast intermittent stormsTidal waves that change their formsYeah!
With a knot in your heart you're afraid of the galaxy wayAnd I hand you a tape of my song which you always mislayAnd your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TVYou're so vulnerable, honey, now you're fatter than meI've got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk --I'd sign it for you, dude, if you'd only request
And everything you say is like iron;It smashes me up but it's brittle inside
Radio forecast intermittent stormsTidal waves that change their formsYeah!
You need love, baby, love, baby, love -- don't you throw it away;It's the musk on your tongue and your hoof that are making me stayIn a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoonCutting paper napkins into little crescent moonsDecision-making apparatus can't survive your death"Good morning, Mr. Seagrove -- have you met my dead friend Seth?""No, sir, I haven't had that pleasure yet"
But everything you say is like acidIt eats me away, but there's something inside
Radio forecast intermittent stormsTidal waves that change their formsYeah!
What am I going to do with myself if I lose you?What am I going to do with myself if you stay?
Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could flyJesus could raise the dead, Jesus could flyNo sweat. (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)No sweat at all. (Jesus could raise the dead,
And everything you say is like sugarThe sweeter it gets you know I lick it away
Radio forecast intermittent stormsTidal waves that change their formsYeah!
With a knot in your heart you're afraid of the galaxy wayAnd I hand you a tape of my song which you always mislayAnd your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TVYou're so vulnerable, honey, now you're fatter than meI've got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk --I'd sign it for you, dude, if you'd only request
And everything you say is like iron;It smashes me up but it's brittle inside
Radio forecast intermittent stormsTidal waves that change their formsYeah!
You need love, baby, love, baby, love -- don't you throw it away;It's the musk on your tongue and your hoof that are making me stayIn a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoonCutting paper napkins into little crescent moonsDecision-making apparatus can't survive your death"Good morning, Mr. Seagrove -- have you met my dead friend Seth?""No, sir, I haven't had that pleasure yet"
But everything you say is like acidIt eats me away, but there's something inside
Radio forecast intermittent stormsTidal waves that change their formsYeah!
What am I going to do with myself if I lose you?What am I going to do with myself if you stay?
Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could flyJesus could raise the dead, Jesus could flyNo sweat. (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)No sweat at all. (Jesus could raise the dead,
