“Mother” by James

“This war’s a mother fucker.
How many sons will we kill today ?
On poors little brother
Tell me what the
view’s like from the ground.
Your love is a killer
Killing all this love in me.
We are so full of terror.
Viscious kiss, your love
is longing deep love love
Love won’t strike you down
Love love love.

Where the anger is hot
Where opinion is deep
Understanding is shot
Is dead, is dead, is dead
Where the linen is cheap
Where the weapons are not
All the mothers will be
Is dead, is dead, is dead
Will strike you down
Love love love
Will strike you down
Love love

It’s grown to a torture.
I can’t take it anymore.
On poors little mother
Tell me what the
view’s like from the ground.
Love love love
Love will strike you down
Love love will strike us down”

“Running up that hill” de Kate Bush

It doesn’t hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels
Do you want to know, know that it doesn’t hurt me
Do you want to hear about the deal I’m making
You
It’s you and me

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building

Say if I only could oh…

You don’t want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I’m tearing you asunder
Oh there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love
Tell me we both matter don’t we
You
It’s you and me
It’s you and me, you won’t be unhappy

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with god
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building

If I only could…

You
It’s you and me
It’s you and me, you won’t be unhappy

Come on baby, come on darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
Come on angel, come on, come on darling
Let’s exchange the experience, oh…

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems…

And if I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems.