Not Enuff Love
((Adapted from: Sympathy (Rare Bird) - 1969))
Composer(s): Mark Ashton - Graham Field - Stephen Gould - David Kaffinetti - Rollo Armstrong - Sister Bliss
Performer(s): Faithless - 2001
Titles In Other Languages:
1970 - Sympathie (Séverine)
1970 - L'umanità (Caterina Caselli)
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
Now when you climb ...
And when you lock ...
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
[Maxi Jazz]
Until you wake up
You people need a shake up
You take up so much time
Worrying, Scurrying
Here, there
Losing your hair
No money to spare
No love to share
No wonder you appear under pressure from here
You look fresh, yeah
But all I got is dirt in my hair
My nightmares manifest,
But I can escape
Yours is in your chest
With no form or shape
The tape is running
I push the button to send
Upon each other we all depend
Message end
Whoever asks my name
Or where I came from
People fear contamination
If they chary too long
I carry a strong
Sin of despair
It's in the air
I'm broken and hard to repair
I may mistaken be
But I patiently wait
On the path to humanity
I sit at the gates
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
[Maxi Jazz]
Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul
Down the river
My liver in bad condition
Like my skin
Rain falling, once again
I'm in my bed
Hurt the time in
I'm gonna struggle for air
There's hair in my food
When I get it usually someone already half ate it
Touch it, not to let it
Get me down
But my head starting to pound
People go round, and round and round
From one I get a cigarette
A little more love found
But the ground is still wet
My teeth are chattering
And there's a spattering of seeds
Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet
When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream
But unaccountably my heart was growing
Small and mean
A hurry past
Wretched people I pretend I haven't seen
But there's money in my pocket
And my clothes are clean?
[Maxi Jazz 4x]
I said money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
Money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
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