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Sunday 8PM, Faithless
Sunday 8PM
Release type: Album
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Release date:

1998

 
Duration: 57:43  
Size, Mb: 105,86  
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256

 
Price for album: 0.88 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
The Garden Lyrics
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done.
Unsung champion, I reason, like seasoning.
Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space
Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops,
Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice.
My world is everything I've become,
Contained in the hum between voice and drum.
I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from,
But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung
04:29 256 8,20 0.10
2
Bring My Family Back Lyrics
I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three
Recently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of me
Or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her
Face all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her
Since we moved away from the house where we useta play
They say I'll understand one day, but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about it
How'd it get to be so crowded
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain
And I can't escape the feelin', meybe I'm to blame
So I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, whishing' they were kissin'
This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile
So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style
She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack
Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three
Couldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit me
Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end
But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend
Workin' all the hours God send was not the tactic
Y'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshit
Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real late
Bad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awake
And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office
I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bosses
Makin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easily
But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me
Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today
Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display and I'm drinkin'
Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three
Boarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled down
Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light
But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin'
Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin'
On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin'
And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse
But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use
There was a time when my walls were decorated
And under my roof children were educated
But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed
A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy
combats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drastic
I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack
somebody bring my family back
06:25 256 11,72 0.10
3
Hour Of Need Lyrics
You know that I'm foolish
Playing king for a day
I hang with my people
Whenever I can

You say that I'm scruffy
Misguided and blue
Like a fly on a string
There's a web that surrounds you
But I will find a way in

In you hour of need
I'll be there
Yes I will

You lay a place at your table
Let me sleep in your bed
You hurt and confuse me
My queen for a day

I know I'm foolish
Harsh and unfair
Cos my hour of need
I know you'v always been there

In your hour of need
I'll be there
Yes I will
04:39 256 8,51 0.10
4
Postcards Lyrics
-My love has gone,
-his boots' no longer by my door
-My love has gone
-and as I slept I felt him go.

New York, New York temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin' not stoppin' till ears pop
cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops
An' it never stops.
I'm waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today I feel close enough to smell you
Additional dates they were planning just fell through
Florida's out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow
So there's not really long to go
Tonight will be a brilliant show lettin' you know
I miss you more than four hits the floor at a party
Send my love to everybody
Send my love to everybody


Honey, I'm writing from DC, feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
The T.M. recommend Sanatogen
not one of them could resist takin' the...
I miss you like a lock on the door what's more
I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's fifteen of us on a bus state to state
So I stay up late with a tape or meditate
By bed is travellin' at 55 mph
When we make it to L.A. I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest
God Bless

-My love has gone
-My love has gone

We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines.
I'm fine, sun's shinin' bus driver's reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass
Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen.
As for us there's too much to relate
We've done five gigs yet we're only in our third state
America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate
Only place in the world even I can gain weight
Our next day is Wilmington, Delaware, open air
There's a rumour Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, All the best, God bless I'm yawning
I really miss watchin' you get dressed in the morning

-My love has gone
-My love has gone
-My love has gone
-No earthly ships will ever bring him home again.
04:03 256 7,44 0.10
5
Take The Long Way Home Lyrics
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun
'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on

Walking trough the world with no pressure
Inner peace beyond measure
I was leaving where it came in
When a man said stop
I want to have what you have
and get what you got

I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain
I got it learning to share my peoples pain
I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone
I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home

I've been walking trough the world with no pressure
As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror
The further I go the more I know
Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there

Turned up in places that I never intended to go
And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof
Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing
I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home
When a man said stop, I want to have what you have
And get what you got

I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain
I got it learning to share my peoples pain
I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone
I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home
07:15 256 13,29 0.10
6
Why Go? Lyrics 03:59 256 7,31 0.10
7
She's My Baby Lyrics 05:51 256 10,74 0.10
8
God Is A DJ Lyrics
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts

It's in natural grace
Or watching young lives shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends

This is my Church
This is my Church

This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts

It's in the world I've become
Containded in the hum between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, Love, Compassion
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
For tonight God Is A DJ
For tonight God Is A DJ

This is my Church
08:04 256 14,75 0.10
9
Hem Of His Garment Lyrics
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
to be proud has never been
so mean, so stern, so crual
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment

Oh, I've come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment

And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool you see
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between yhou and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Two chairs at this table
One bed in this house
Seriously, I think we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Oh, I've come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
04:10 256 7,61 0.10
10
Sunday 8PM Lyrics 02:44 256 5,04 0.10
11
Killers' Lullaby Lyrics 06:09 256 11,25 0.10