Damien Rice: I Remember

Lyrics:

i remember it well the first time that i saw
your head ‘round the door 'cause mine stopped working
i remember it well there was wet in your hair
you were stood in the stair and time stopped moving
i want you here tonight i want you here
'cause i can't believe what i found
i want you here tonight want you here
nothing is taking me down
i remember it well taxied out of a storm
to watch you perform and my ships were sailing
i remember it well i was stood in your line
and your mouth your mouth your mouth your mind
i want you here tonight i want you here
'cause i can't believe what i found
i want you here tonight want you
‘cause nothing is taking me down
‘cept you my love..
come all ye lost
dive into moss
i hope that my sanity covers the cost
to remove the stain of my love
paper maché
come all ye reborn
blow off my horn
i'm driving real hard
this is love this is porn
god would forgive me
but i.. i whip myself scorn scorn
i wanna hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
hear what you want
i remember december
and I wanna hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
i wanna hear what you want
what the hell do you want?

Sinead O'Connor: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

Lyrics:

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy I'll awake
With no bromo - seltzer handy
I don't even shake
Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half - pint imitation
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child again
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me
I shouldn't sleep
Bewiched bothered and bewildered
Am I
Lost my heart, but what of it?
He is cold, I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day
When I'll cling to him,
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I.
He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
I've sinned a lot
I mean a lot
But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
I'll sing to him
Each spring to him
And worship the trousers
That cling to him
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
When he talks
He is seeking
Words to get
On his chest
Harsh until he's speaking
He's at his very best
Jest again
Oh yes perplexed again
Then, God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I