No Woman, No Cry by Bob Marley - cover

Lyrics: 

keys under my doormat
cups - all in my sink
ive scrambled all of my brain cells
my mind's a blank - I dunno what to think!

Rosie has a drinking problem
Mark walks with a limp
he's holding her hair, as she pukes last night
cries her eyes out, down the sink

We're only alone
Not feeling full grown
Pretending, offending one another

You'll drown but Ill sink
speak not what you think
we'll only undermine one another

we'll try to move around
lets not touch the ground
we'll only trip over, one another
lets smile - can't we smile
be warm! lets be gentle?

your touch it petrifies
our skin's cold - like ice
we'll find you a house - somewhere sunny
we'll find you playmates of mice
they'll keep you from loneliness

We're only alone
Not feeling full grown
Pretending, offending one another

You'll drown but Ill sink
speak not what you think
we'll only undermine one another

we'll try to move around
lets not touch the ground
we'll only trip over, one another

lets smile - can't we smile?
be warm - please be warm!
we're never quite gentle

we'll smile - only to frown!
be warm - only we'll freeze
not being gentle

keys still under my doormat
cups - still in my sink
its dust, we're must, we're stale!
lets start anew

its dusty, we're musty and stale
we're lonely, and bony and miserably phoney

lets just be gentle 


Dusty

Lyrics: 

static, frantic, running 'round me in circles baby
hopeless, romantic, falling into your dimples sugar

I try to reach out for a nicer girls touch
but you're crazy and I'm liking it
you're bad and Im craving it

You're morbid, won't hesitate
to rip my insides out
your bruises make my body tick
Im aching for you, no doubt
no doubt

OH!

Roxanne, won't you pull my nerves out in a thread
Roxanne, you'll burn my body to earn your bread
Roxanne, your red dress makes my heart convulse
Roxanne, baby, please! you're weakening my pulse

my senses - they're burning
its enough to get my tummy churning
lick my earlobe - kiss my spine
then touch me sweetly - right on time!

Calling me up 
temper ablaze
telling me you're going mad 
then tell me you're afraid

you're choking on your spit
then rush off and cower
lying, filthy on the ground
this trampled little flower

OH! 

Roxanne, won't you pull my nerves out in a thread
Roxanne, you'll burn my body to earn your bread
Roxanne, your red dress makes my heart convulse
Roxanne, baby, please! you're weakening my pulse

my senses - they're burning
its enough to get my tummy churning
lick my earlobe - kiss my spine
then touch me sweetly - right on time!


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