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Gift Of Screws Lyrics Page

Great Day

Long and slender, altar in the sky
And the warm winds blowing, and the riverbed was flowing
A star crossed lover, getting hotter and hotter
Oh I didn't mean to hover, I just have to love her

Swimming in the water. goggle at the moon
The currents they caught her hiding in my room
Mirrors in her eyes, she was wet, she was soaking
Ashes in the ocean and her heart was broken

It was a great day, great day
It was a great day, great day
It was a great day, great day
great day, great day
It was a great day, great day

The day was dark and burning, all the time we werr leaning
The rules concerning, the corner we were turning
A wish that is walking is a crime scene talking
If it's a pity that you're copping, it's the door that you're locking

Great day, great day
It was a great day, great day
It was a great day, great day
great day, great day
It was a great day, great day

It wasn't such a great day
It wasn't such a great day
It wasn't such a great day

Wriiten by Lindsey and Will Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Time Precious Time

Take all the time that you want
Take all the time that you need
Slow and easy
You might succeed

Time precious time precious
Time precious time precious time

Searching for scars that you hide
Looking beneath every stone
Half deep, half empty
This must be home

Time precious time precious
Time precious time precious time

Remember, remember

Time precious time precious
Time precious time precious time

Remember, remember

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Did You Miss Me

I took a trip out of town, a hundred years underground
And had to swim across the sea, oh when you were my baby

Did you miss me in the morning
Did you miss me in the evening
When everyone is bound to dream
And did you ever run where the wind blows
Did you ever go where I didn't know
Oh baby did you miss me

A hundred years out of time is not so long so I found
Just long enough to get free
Oh when you were my baby

Did you miss me in the morning
Did you miss me in the evening
When everyone is bound to dream
And did you ever run where the wind blows
Did you ever go where I didn't know
Oh baby did you miss me

Look at us now, years fall down, show me how
Check it out, hear the sound, all these walls coming down
That's just you, that's just me
Oh when you were my baby

Did you miss me in the morning
Did you miss me in the evening
When everyone is bound to dream
And did you ever run where the wind blows
Did you ever go where I didn't know
Oh baby did you miss me

Wriiten by Lindsey & Kristen Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
Drums by Walfredo Reyes
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Wait For You

Tarantula passes by your window, no one takes it as a sign
No one cares which way the wind blows, someone's got to change your mind
Every bone has been broken, rumours of all lost at sea
Every word, every language has been spoken, someone's got to set you free

I'm going to wait for you
I'm going to wait for you

Suicide days suicide, suicide nights, in the wheelchair almost blind
Someone's going to have to pay the price, someone's got to change your mind

I'm going to wait for you
I'm going to wait for you

Is it just that we must, is it here that we gear
Is it only that we're lonely, is it there that we dare
Is it lies that we fight, is it whores that we adore
it is god with a rod taking more more more

I'm going to wait for you
I'm going to wait for you

No one knows my name
No one knows my name
Walking down the street baby now

No one knows my name, no one knows my name
Walking down the street baby now

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham
Produced by Lindsey Buckingham & Rob Cavallo
Mixed by Mark Needham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
Drums and Percussion by Mick Fleetwood
Bass by John McVie
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Love Runs Deeper

Well you came to me, you cooled my mind
The stakes were high, impossible to decide
I loved you little child, how you mystify
Just a blinding flash, we were parellel lines

Love runs deeper from the underground
Love runs deeper from a broken home
Black angel can't be alone
Love runs deeper from the underground

In the shoadow moon, steel tears I cried
You were out of tune, it seemed to suit my dark side
You had a prophet's pose and two states of mind
I was sure I'd go, we were parellel lines

Love runs deeper from the underground
Love runs deeper from a broken home
Black angel can't be alone
Love runs deeper from the underground

Wriiten by Lindsey & Kristen Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
Drums by Walfredo Reyes
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Bel Air Rain

Fighting for a cause, I can’t remember anymore
Well I guess you could say, that I was framed

Somebody said, there would be a knock at my door
Oh but that knock it never came
I changed my name, I went insane
Still I can't complain, standing in Bel Air rain

Standing in the Bel Air rain
Standing in the Bel Air rain

In my younger days, I was mistaken for a whore
I guess you could say, I lived in shame

Everyone’s peace lives side by side with their war
Oh but eventually everyone gets tamed
I changed my name, I went insane
Still I can't complain, standing in Bel Air rain

Standing in the Bel Air rain
Standing in the Bel Air rain

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

The Right Place To Fade

I'm a little lost, let me find my way
I'm a little dead, let me live
Been living in the past, let me rise today
Lead a selfish life, help me give

How long, how long, how long, how long we wait
Wait for the light to light our way, waiting for the right place to fade

You were living under the reign of kings
You were living under the gun
I know it made you do a lot of things
You wish that you'd never done

How long, how long, how long, how long we hesitate
Wait for the light to light our way, waiting for the right place to fade

Come along, lay down and talk to me
Tell me all your fear will allow
It doesn't matter who we thought we were
We ain't got time for that now

How long, how long, how long, how long we wait
Wait for the light to light our way, waiting for the right place to fade

I swear, I swear, I swear, it's not too late
Waiting for the light that may light our way
Waiting for the right place to fade

Waiting for the right place to fade
Waiting for the right place to fade

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
Drums and Percussion by Mick Fleetwood
Bass by John Pierce
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Gift Of Screws

Way down here, everybody needs
Authority makes us bleed, bleed, bleed

Essential oils are wrung
The attar from the rose
Is not expressed by suns alone
It is the gift of screws

Way down here. everybody frowns
Authority keeps us down, down, down

Essential oils are wrung
The attar from the rose
Is not expressed by suns alone
It is the gift of screws

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham, inspired by the poem by Emily Dickinson
Produced by Lindsey Buckingham & Rob Cavallo
Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
Drums by Mick Fleetwood
Bass by John McVie
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Underground

Give us a song but don’t live what you sing
Say what you mean but please don’t mean a thing
I think I might wander underground
I think I might wander underground

They heard fifteen seconds and that was enough
The idea was new but the business was rough
I think I might wander underground
I think I might wander underground

I go to my lover, we lay on our bed
Did I sell my heart for the dreams in my head?
I think I might wander underground
I think I might wander underground

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
2008 Now Sounds Publishing

Treason

I called you up. they said you weren’t there
Years ago, I was low, why should I care
I wandered down, where the sky meets the sand
Closed my eyes, told you lies, out of my hand

Deep down there’s freedom, deep down there will be a reason
At the end of the season, we will rise from this treason

I walk around under moonlit skies
All alone, going home, hoping to fly
Face down in the ocean, always gasping for air
Saw your face, full of grace, trying not to care

Deep down there’s freedom, deep down there will be a reason
At the end of the season, we will rise from this treason

I walk empty halls, wondering what is true
Behind the garden walls I search for you
Deep down in the ocean, deep down in the sea
Saw your face, full of grace, searching for me

Deep down there’s freedom, deep down there will be a reason
At the end of the season, we will rise from this treason

Deep down there’s freedom, deep down there will be a reason
At the end of the season, we will rise from this treason

We will rise from this treason, we will rise from this treason
We will rise from this treason

Wriiten by Lindsey Buckingham
Produced and Mixed by Lindsey Buckingham
Instruments by Lindsey Buckingham
2008 Now Sounds Publishing