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Настоящее имя Kathryn Dawn Lang
Дата рождения 2 ноября 1961 г.
Откуда Consort, Alberta, Canada
Жанры Country
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Годы 1984—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Warner Bros. Records
Nonesuch Records
Sire Records
Bumstead Records
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Drag (10.06.1997)
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(Wilard Robison)

I left a note on the dresser 
And my old wedding ring 
These few goodbye words 
How can I sing 
Goodbye old sleepy head 
I'm packing you in like I said 
Take care of everything 
I'm leaving my wedding ring 

Don't look for me 
I'll get ahead 
Remember darling 
Don't smoke in bed 

Don't look for me 
And I'll get ahead 
Remember darling 
Don't smoke in bed

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(Albert Louis Hammond/Michael Hazlewood)

If I could make a wish, 
I think I'd pass. 
Can't think of anything I need - 
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound, 
Nothing to eat, no books to read. 

Making love with you 
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired. 
What more could I ask? 
There's nothing left to be desired. 
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak. 
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep. 

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe 
And to love you. 
All I need is the air that I breathe, 
Yes, to love you. 
All I need is the air that I breathe. 

Making love with you 
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired. 
What more could I ask? 
There's nothing left to be desired. 

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe 
And to love you. 
All I need is the air that I breathe, 
Yes, to love you. 
All I need is the air that I breathe. 

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak. 
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep. 

Sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.

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(John Klenner/Lloyd Shaffer/Ted Steele)

Smoke dreams 
From smoke rings 
While a cigarette burns 
I keep yearning for you 

Through smoke dreams 
From smoke rings 
That old feeling returns 
Can't believe that we are through 

I try to pretend our love has ended 

But my heart tells me no 
The dreams I resist won't be dismissed 

Though I try to forget with each cigarette 

Still smoke rings 
Bring smoke dreams 
And although you are gone 
Our love story goes on 

I try to pretend our love has ended 

But my heart tells me no 
The dreams I resist won't be dismissed 

Though I try to forget with each cigarette 

Still smoke rings 
Bring smoke dreams 
And although you are gone 

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(Boo Hewerdine/Gary Clark/Neill MacColl)

The room in the morning 
Watching the rain turn to snow 
But outside my window 
Sometimes the rain falls harder than you'll ever know 
Sometimes the things that you love in the night 
The morning will choose to forget 

I have a habit I have been trying to lose 
Everyone thinks that they know what they want 
Sometimes your drug chooses you 
There are some things that i've promised myself 
Things I haven't done yet 

It's my last cigarette 
This is my last cigarette 

Sometimes the people you love in the night 
The morning will choose to forget 

This is my last cigarette 
My last cigarette 
This is my last cigarette 

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(Steve Miller/Ahmet Ertegun/Eddie Curtis)

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah 
Some call me the gangster of love 
Some people call me Maurice 
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love 

People talk about me, baby 
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong 
Well, don't you worry baby 
Don't worry 
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home 

Cause I'm a picker 
I'm a grinner 
I'm a lover 
And I'm a sinner 
I play my music in the sun 

I'm a joker 
I'm a smoker 
I'm a midnight toker 
I sure don't want to hurt no one 

I'm a picker 
I'm a grinner 
I'm a lover 
And I'm a sinner 
I play my music in the sun 

I'm a joker 
I'm a smoker 
I'm a midnight toker 
I get my lovin' on the run 
Wooo Wooooo 

You're the cutest thing 
That I ever did see 
I really love your peaches 
Want to shake your tree 
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time 
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time 

Cause I'm a picker 
I'm a grinner 
I'm a lover 
And I'm a sinner 
I play my music in the sun 

I'm a joker 
I'm a smoker 
I'm a midnight toker 
I get my lovin' on the run 

I'm a picker 
I'm a grinner 
I'm a lover 
And I'm a sinner 
I play my music in the sun 

I'm a joker 
I'm a smoker 
I'm a midnight toker 
I sure don't want to hurt no one 

Wooo Woooo 

People keep talking about me baby 
They say I'm doin' you wrong 
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry 
Cause I'm right here at home 

You're the cutest thing I ever did see 
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree 
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time 

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(Dory Langdon/Andre G. Previn)

Gotta get off gonna get hafta get off of this ride 
Gotta get hold gonna get need to get hold of my pride 
When did I get where did I how was I caught in this game 
When will I know where will I how will I think of my name 

When did I start feeling sure feeling safe 
And start wondering why 
Is this a dream am I here where are you what's in back of the sky 
Why do we cry 

Gotta get off gonna get outta this merry-go-round 
Gotta get on gonna get need to get on where i'm bound 
When did I get where did I why am I lost as a lamb 
When will I know where will I how will I learn who I am 

Is this a dream am I here where are you 

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(David Barbe)

The medicine has taken you over 
Washing away any desire 
How does it feel at the end of the day 
When your energy's gone and it's slowly replaced 
By the numbing sensation 
Cleaning both sides of your brain 

I remember the stars in your eyes 
But even the bright stars will fade out sometimes 
Do you remember our very last kiss 
Are you aware that you're terribly missed 
Do you remember how to remember 

I should have seen through your smoke screen

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*Originally titled "Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song" 
(David Wilcox)

My old addiction 
Changed the wiring in my brain 
So that when it turns the switches 
Then I am not the same 

So like the flowers toward the Sun 
I will follow 
Stretch myself out thin 
Like there's a part of me that's already buried 
That sends me out into this window 

My old addiction 
Is a flood upon the land 
This tiny lifeboat 
Can keep me dry 
But my weight is all 
That it can stand 

So when I try to lean just a little 
For just a splash to cool my face 
Ahh that trickle 
Turns out fickle 
Fills my boat up 
Five miles deep 

My old addiction 
Makes me crave only what is best 
Like these just this morning song birds 
Craving upward from the nest 
These tiny birds outside my window 
Take my hand to be their mom 
These open mouths 
Would trust and swallow 
Anything that came along 

Like my old addiction 
Now the other side of Day 
As the springtime 
Of my life's time 
Turn's the other way 

If a swan can have a song 
I think I know that tune 
But the page is only scrawled 
And I am gone this afternoon 
But the page is only scrawled 
And I am gone this afternoon

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(T-Bone Burnett/Bob Neuwirth/Roy Orbison)

Stood together in an open field 
And share the secrets of the night reveal 
Then we chase the light 
Racing through the sky 

Can we untangle guilt and innocence 
How hard we torture this ambivalence 
Night will bring no dawn 
Where's the power gone 

For I'll steal your dreams while you are sleeping 
And sell them for dust and cheap lust 
And I'll turn your hope while you are weeping 
And cover your eyes with sad lies and dark skies 

Come closer to me on your hands and knees 
Alone when your will's gone 
How much is not enough how much is through 
How long will I be getting over you 
How much grief and sin 
Till the heart caves in 
Till the heart caves in 

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(Gene Gifford/Ned Washington)

Tell me where do they go 
These smoke rings I blow each night 
What do they do these circles of blue and white 
Why do they seem to picture a dream of love 
Why do they fade my phantom parade of love 

Puff puff puff puff your cares away 
Puff puff puff night and day 
Blow blow them through the air silky little rings 
Those little smoke rings I love take me above with you 

Puff puff puff puff your cares away 
Puff puff puff night and day 
Blow blow them through the air silky little rings 
Those little smoke rings I love please take me above 

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(Jane Siberry)

We made love last night 
Wasn't good wasn't bad 
Itimate strangers made me kinda sad 
Now when I woke up this morning 
Coffee wasn't on 
It slowly dawned on me that my baby is gone 
My baby's gone 

Guess I shoudln't be so shocked 
I guess I shouldn't be so surprised 
Guess I sorta noticed the sadness in your eyes 
All this time together 
And I still feel so alone 
Two of us together couldn't make this house a home 
My baby's gone 
My baby's gone 
Oh so long 

Umf maybe I'm a little bit relieved 
Maybe even a little bit glad 
Now that you're gone maybe I won't feel so sad 
So I'm packing your things and 
Leaving them outside and 
Neighbours can talk themselves up into a storm I'll survive 
My baby's gone 
My baby's gone 
Oh ... so long 

Did you forget something my love 
I see you're back outside 
Looking at your suitcases looking oh so surprised 
Hain't it funny 
One of life's little jokes 
Thought you'd gone for good 

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(Walter Kent/Jerome Jerome/Richard Byron)

What is love 
You called it heaven above 
Star that shine in the night 
A bird that sings in its flight 
A flower that blooms in the spring 
There's no such thing 

Love's like a cigarette 
You know you had my heart aglow 
Between your fingertips 
And just like a cigarette 
I never knew the thrill of life 
Until you touched my lips 
Then just like a cigarette 
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret 
And with a flick of your fingertips 
It was easy for you to forget 
Coz love is like a cigarette 

Then just like a cigarette 
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret 
And with a flick of your fingertips 
It was easy for you to forget 

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