Daughters (feat. The Knights, The Westerlies & San Francisco Girls Chorus) - Aoife O'Donovan

On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan Knight, Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded Tryin' to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets And niggas givin' us pounds 'cause of these dope-ass sounds We run aground like ships over these beats I flips The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again I got my grip on it, to turn it up to volume ten Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be streakin' through the Bay We all-city like the Mayor You see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor The G for international ladies, like a sailor Like a sailor I gets drunk and bust flows to the beat Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat 'Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know We doin', we doin' shows in San Francisco That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters Time to bless another track, we gettin' rid of the wack We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night And it all went down, a what, what On a warm San Franciscan night Yo, rockin' shows for you and your crew On a warm San Franciscan night We rollin' blunts and doin' the do On a warm San Franciscan night We doin' shows with a mic check a one, two On a warm San Franciscan night P.U.T.S is on a bad foot coming through On a warm San Franciscan night We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin' Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel Like I'll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K Ay, ay what's up? Roll up the windows and spark Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws CTI 7071, go buy it Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the P You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about L.A. Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats The P.U.T.S. show's a San Francisco treat A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie Phony homie, you'll never rock a party Your wack-ass crew gets called out See I play the rod-roddy, come on now To the southland punks have you feelin the concrete Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet You don't want none of the shit that I'm offering Sayin' that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose Spice rockin' there mother-fuckin' whole city On a warm San Francisco night Yo, rollin blunts and doin' the do (the do, the do) On a warm San Francisco night Chillin' with your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew) On a warm San Francisco night Scaring old people, still doin' the do (we're doin' the do) Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowed We be the P.U.T, 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K And we crowning, 40 ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, ludes San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back, we gonna have a gun Pow, pow, pow, pow Much love to the Bay Area P-U-T-S On a warm San Franciscan Rockin' the discos, startin' a fight

I've been in love with love And the idea of something binding us together You know that love is strong enough And I've seen some time tell tales about that systematic drug Yeah, that heart that beats as one It's collectively, unconsciously composed Doo, doo, doo, do, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, do, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, do, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, do, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, do Well, I lost my head in San Francisco Waitin' for the fog to roll out But I found it in a rain cloud It was smilin' down Do you feel the love? I feel the love C'mon, c'mon, let's start it up Let it pour out of your soul I've been in love with love And the idea of something binding us together You know that love is strong enough And I've seen some time tell tales about that systematic drug Yeah, that heart that beats as one It's collectively, unconsciously composed Do you feel the love? I feel the love C'mon, c'mon, let's start it up Let it pour out of your soul Do you feel the love? I feel the love C'mon, c'mon, let's start it up Let it pour out of your soul Doo, doo, doo, do, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, do Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, do

Holding on, I'm holding on to your clothing Holding on, I'm holding on to our story (Oh) remember the time In San Francisco With me by your side In San Francisco You are such a sight, the deepest brown eyes My dear, my dear You know it suffocated our love You really didn't do a thing wrong Now I am superstitious of love And baby, we overplayed our song Our song, oh Ah, yeah, yeah Holding on, I'm holding on to your body (To, to your body, to, to your) Holding on, I'm holding on to this feeling (feeling) Ooh And we'll drive all night To San Francisco Our happiest time In San Francisco You know that I'm right, and there's reasons why My dear (my dear), my dear You know it suffocated our love You really didn't do a thing wrong Now I am superstitious of love And baby, we overplayed our song Yeah, yeah Overplayed our song Aah, yeah Yeah, yeah You weren't my first But, you were my first love (Love, love, love, love)

He had time on his hands He carried the world on his shoulders He said, "Meet me at the Hudson's edge Help me roll my boulder" Remember when I went down, running down Took the B61 across town To where he was waiting at the ice house Wish it was my house He took me out back for a drink Showed me the heart on his sleeve Love is a daily good thing I see it in your smolder But I can't feel it in my hands And I'm wringing them more now I'm older Remember when I went down, running down Took the B61 across town To where you were waiting at the ice house Wish it was my house You took me out back for a drink Showed me the heart on your sleeve Like ships in the night We go down without light We burn up all our anthracite And try to make a spark Find a crack and let it in It'll come, it might be dim Adjust your eyes, I know you can You'll find me in the dark How will I know if I'm the last one alive? I'm the last one For forty-one days and as many nights I'll be standing where we stood Under an indigo sky Watching flames jump from firewood

We are passengers Traveling through the afterworld We can't know where we come from Pasiphae's just another moon Jupiter's by my side And we watch galaxies collide My apathy is losing ground Open my mouth (open mouth) make a sound Someone's in the rearview mirror, I see them pulling up beside me Humming like a throated sparrow, I wipe an old tear from my eye Just take the wheel and drive You're listening To the songs of celestial kings Coming down, you look for me Here I am, reaching perigee Someone's in the rearview mirror, I see them pulling up beside me Humming like a throated sparrow, I wipe an old tear from my eye Someone's in the rearview mirror, stay in your lane, you'll be fine Mercury is stuck in scorpio and the little dipper's dripping dry Take it in, open your heart, they're smiling, hold on Take it in, open your ears, they're laughing, hold on Take it in, open your mouth, they're singing, hold on We're passengers and the road is long

Oh now rosie You come home in the morning Got a child on your knee and your mother she looks on Says "i don't know that baby - don't know you why'd you fail me You left home seven years ago and i wore black for days" Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter I know forgiveness won't come easy, not for you Look at the child upon my knee she Has eyes of blue She resembles me resembling you Mama, listen Come into the kitchen Pour me some tea, let me sit at your feet and let me cry I need a little money I need love, and i need sunday Suppers here at home, don't want to be alone Let me stay Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter She yearns for the things that you taught her I know forgiveness won't come easy, not for me But i'll try to shut the past behind us, throw out the key Give me one more chance to make you see Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter Looking for something in the water To wash away the the pain She's drowning in the pain

Where are you? Are you there? Where are you? Are you there? Are you waiting at the golden stair? Can I be, can I be free? Will I be, am I soon to be free? Do you remember you loving me? In my quiet time I pray with you, I pray with you Deep in my heart Where every word I ever dreamed Is cross-stitched on my pillow Now, I lay me down to sleep Beneath the weeping willow Will you, you carry me? Will you, will you carry me again? Will you wrap me in your arms Like you did way back then? Hold me, hold me tight Show me the cheek by the firelight I'll know it's you by touch and sound and sight. I'll walk and run, peek in each room Look in, where have you gone? Where should I go? When every doorway leads to nowhere I am lost and broken Come for me and take me home And crack my heart wide open. (Who is there?) I look out (Who is there?) All looks the same But a mirror holds no claim (Who is there?) Who's standing here? (Who is there?) In the shadows Will he stay or will he run? I give him what he wants. Where should I, where should I be? Who's taken my life Are they looking for me?

In the magic hour, when the moon is low And the sky's the kinda blue that you think you know But you don't know Trickle is dark he runs around in All the fairy children they run around and All the other children they make no sound In that hour, if you're on the coast And the waves nip at your heels like a dog Pull me closer It's past the time of the dinner bell Before the shine of Orion's belt The sky's still bluer than a bluebell Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish And weigh my body down with sticks and stones Bury me now in the old graveyard where all my friends are Beneath the heather on the high hillside Death is a lonely bride In the magic hour, when the moonlight gleams And the sky's the kind of gray that you've never seen Till you've seen it Run down to the Virgin Mary's bank Where our mothers cried and our drank They all just tried to see just where this sank In that hour, if you listen hard You can hear my granddaddy singing far away Like an evening star Songs in an old island, songs bout being young again I wish I was young again Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish And weigh my body down with sticks and stones Bury me now in the old graveyard where all my friends are Beneath the heather on the high hillside Death is a lonely bride