Emiliana Torrini - Jungle Drum

Emiliana Torrini - Jungle Drum



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Hey, I'm in love
My fingers keep on clicking to the beating of my heart
Hey, I can't stop my feet
Ebony and ivory and dancing in the street
Hey, it's 'cause of you
The world is in a crazy hazy hue

My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum

Man, you got me burning
I'm the moment between the striking and the fire
Hey, read my lips
'Cause all they say is kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
No, it won't ever stop
My hands are in the air, yes, I'm in love

My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum

My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle

Emiliana Torrini - Sounds Of Silence

Emiliana Torrini - Sounds Of Silence



Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the
flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The
words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.