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Настоящее имя Kathryn Dawn Lang
Дата рождения 2 ноября 1961 г.
Откуда Consort, Alberta, Canada
Жанры Country
Pop
Годы 1984—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Warner Bros. Records
Nonesuch Records
Sire Records
Bumstead Records
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Live By Request (14.08.2001)
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piltch/lang

early morning mid-july
anticipation's making me high

the smell of sunday in our hair...
you ran on the beach with kennedy flair

sweet, sweet burn
of sun and summer wind
and you my friend
my new fun thing
my summerfling

laugh...oh how we would laugh
at anything
and so pretend
forsake the logic
of perfect plans...
a perfect moment
slipped through our hands

sweet, sweet burn
of sun and summer wind
and you my friend
my new fun thing
my summerfling

strange...
the wind can change so quickly
without a word of warning
rearrange our lives
until they're torn in two

. . .


(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)

She was a big boned gal 
From southern alberta 
You just couldn't call her small 
And you can bet every saturday night 
She'd be heading for the legion hall 

Put her blue dress on 
And she'd curl her hair 
Oh she's been waiting all week 
And with a bounce in her step 
And a wiggle in her walk 
She'd be swinging down the street 

You could tell she was ready 
By the look in her eye 
As she slipped in through the crowd 
She walked with grace 
As she entered the place 
Ya, the big boned gal was proud 

Hey hey the big boned gal 
Ain't no doubt she's a natural 
Shakin' and a'snakin' 
And a'breakin' up across the floor 
Hey hey the big boned gal 
Ain't no doubt she's a natural 
Reelin' and a'rockin' 
And she's yelling out for more 
Now people would come 
From miles around 
And gather there to dance 
But when the big boned gal came shufflin' in 

. . .


(Sonny Burke/Paul Francis Webster)

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome 
Haven't slept a wink 
I walk the floor from nine to four 
In between I drink 
Black coffee 
Love's a hand-me-down brew 
I'll never know a Sunday 
In this weekday room 

I'm talkin to the shadow 
One o'clock till four 
And Lord, how slow the moments go 
And all I do is pour 
Black coffee 
Since the blues caught my eye 
I'm hangin' out on Monday 
My Sunday dreams to dry 

Now man was born to go a lovin' 
But was a woman born to weep and fret 
And stay at home and tend her oven 
And down her past regrets 
In coffee and cigarettes 

I'm moonin' all the mornin' 
Moanin' all the night 
And in between it's nicotine 
And not much heart to fight 
Black coffee 
Feelin' low as the ground 
It's drivin' me crazy 
This thinkin' 'bout my baby 
Might maybe come around 

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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)

Trail of broken hearts 
Looking back at you 
Now and from the start 
These words will travel true 
The godspeed of trust 
Will settle the dust 
We've been passing through 
Leaving just a part 
Down the trail of broken hearts 

Broken trail so long 
A long and tired past 
An emptiness has gone 
I've found this place at last 
And here will remain 
With only the aim 
Of staying sure and fast 
Leaving just a part 

. . .



I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while
Then I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
When you stopped to say hello
You wished me well, you couldn't tell

That I'd been crying over you
Crying over you
Then you said "so long"
And left me standing all alone
Alone and crying

Crying, crying, crying
It's hard to understand
That the touch of your hand
Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you
But it's true, so true
I love you even more than I did before
But darling what can I do?
No you don't love me and I'll always be

Crying over you
Crying over you
Yes, now you're gone
And from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying,

. . .


(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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Steinberg/Nowels/D'ubaido

Are you breathing
What I'm breathing
Are your wishes
The same as mine

Fire you needing
What I'm needing
I'm waiting for a sign

My hands tremble
My heart aches
Is it you calling
If I'm alone in this
I don't think I can face

The consequences of falling
Are you thinking
What I'm thinking
Does your pulse
Quicken like mine

Are you dreaming
What I'm dreaming
I can't read your mind
One step towards you
Two steps back
Feels like I'm crawling

If I'm alone in this
I don't think I can face
The consequences of falling

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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)

Just a kiss just a kiss 
I have lived just for this 
I can't explain why I've become 
Miss Chatelaine 

Just a smile just a smile 
Hold me captive just a while 
I can't explain why I've become 
Miss Chatelaine 

Every time your eyes meet mine 
Clouds of qualm 
Burst into sunshine 

Just a sigh just a sigh 
Words my love just reply 
I can't explain why I've become 
Miss Chatelaine 
Miss Chatelaine 

Zing!! 

Just a smile just a smile 
Hold me captive just a while 
I can't explain why I've become 
Miss Chatelaine 

Every time your eyes meet mine 
Clouds of qualm 
Burst into sunshine 

Just a kiss just a kiss 
I have lived just for this 
I can't explain why I've become 
Miss Chatelaine 

Miss Chatelaine 
Miss Chatelaine 
Miss Chatelaine 

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(Eddie Miller/W.S. Stevenson)

Two cigarettes in an ashtray 
My love and I in a small cafe 
A stranger came along 
And everything went wrong 
Now there's three cigarettes 
In an ashtray 

I watched her take him from me 
Now his love is no longer my own 
now they have gone 
And I sit alone 
And watch one cigarette 

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When the sun goes down here
And darkness falls
The blanket of winter
Leaves no light at all

You search for shelter
To calm the storm
Shaking with an instinct
Just to stay warm

Chorus:
But I'd walk through the snow barefoot
If you'd open up your door
I'd walk through the snow barefoot

You hear the howling
Of dogs and wind
Stirring up the secrets
That are frozen within

The ice will haunt you
It lays so deep
Locking up inside you
The dreams that you keep

Chorus

This wind...through my soul...blows cold

Chorus


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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink) 

Even through the darkest phase 
Be it thick or thin 
Always someone marches brave 
Here beneath my skin 

Constant craving 
Has always been 

Maybe a great magnet pulls 
All souls towards truth 
Or maybe it is life itself 
That feeds wisdom 
To its youth 

Constant craving 
Has always been 

Craving 
Ah ha 
Constant craving 
Has always been 

Constant craving 
Has always been 
Constant craving 
Has always been 

Craving 
Ah ha 
Constant craving 
Has always been 
Has always been 
Has always been 
Has always been 
Has always been 

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(k.d. lang)

You swim 
Swim through my veins 
Drown me 
In your reign 

My desire 
Carries no shame 
My will 
Will harbour no pain 

Wash 
Wash me clean 
Mend my wounded seams 
Cleanse my tarnished dreams 

Drink 
Drink from my spell 
Quench 
Love's drying well 

Wash 
Wash me clean 
Mend my wounded seams 

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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)

Out of nowhere this gust of wind 
Brushed my hair and kissed my skin 
I aimed to hold a bridled pace 
When with love itself I came face to face 

Pullin' back the reins 
Trying to remain 
Tall in a saddle 
When all that we had well 
Ran away 
With a will of its own 

I know your soul is wild and free 
Like this galloiong inside me 
Tossed by instinct and where we land 
Is vast and certain of all that's planned 

You know, I learned to break the run 
And gently harness the love of someone 
Yes, and equal parts of wait and trust 

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piltch/lang

flawless light in a darkening air
alone...and shining there
love will not elude you

love is simple
i worship this tenacity
and the beautiful struggle we're in
love will not elude us

love is simple
be sure to know that

all in love
is ours
and love, as a philosophy
is simple

i am calm in oblivion
calm, as i ever have been
love will not elude me
love is simple
be sure to know that
all in love
is ours...
is ours...

that all in love
is ours
and love, as philosophy
is simple...
and ours...

. . .


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