Sister Buddha takes the all-night bus Sister Buddha looking for the thing that makes her buzz Sister Buddha wakes up far from home And all she knows There's an itch that she's dying to scratch Her face, it glows, her skin You step across the lonely threshold of your selfish mind And embrace the loving goodness of your humankind And if God won't show her face Fall upon your inner soul's embrace And I'll send you all the love that I can find Sister Buddha checking out the scene Sister Buddha works the catwalk, serves the coffee bean Sister Buddha ran the streets with all the usual boys But there has to be more than the thrills that fills the circus ring Step across the lonely threshold of your selfish mind And embrace the wayward goodness of your humankind And if God won't show her face Fall upon your lonely soul's embrace And I'll send you all the prayers that I can find And if God won't show her face Fall upon your loving soul's embrace And I'll send you all the love that I can find
What a waste, I could've been your lover What a waste, I could've been your friend Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick When it's blowing up a storm in May Travel south until your skin turns, woman Travel south until your skin turns brown Put a language in your head and get on a train And then come back to the one you love Yeah you're great, you're just part, of this lifetime of dreaming That extends to the heart of this long summer feeling Quiet night, you see the TV's glowing Quiet night, you hear the walls are awake Me and you are getting out of the party crowd Can I see what's underneath your bed? Can I stay until the milkman's working? Can I stay until the cafe awakes? Do you hate me in the light? Did you get a fright? When you looked across from where you lay Yeah you're great, you're just part, of this lifetime of dreaming That extends to the heart of this long summer feeling All the history of wars I invent in my head Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John All the history of wars I invent in my head Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John What a waste, I could've been your lover What a waste, I could've been your friend
from the bottom of my heart - thank you so much, guys. my wife and I have been your huge fans for over 20 years now and we've known forever that you are the people of light. always waiting for new songs, send love to every member of the crew. cheers from Ukraine🙌♥
when i was in the 8th grade, i really wanted to start my very own cult, growing up in so cal, it only felt natural, i told all my cousins that Stevious was the God of Love, my black cat rn even, his name is Stevie, he's a longhair, he's the shyest and also the softest cat that I've ever met, and that's the price of purrfection, my friends..
Oh the adorable weird feeling within my heart when this song starts playing... A mix of nostalgia, hope and pride all together. I've just turned 27, no intentions of getting married nor having kids, but currently watching some of my friends doing so, watching their joys, dramas and losses. Listening to this gives me both that funny feeling of catching a glimpse of a portrait of what-could-be-of-my-life-if-I-was-following-the-rules, as a fake nostalgia, but also some vanity about being paving my own way, on my own terms and according to whatever goes in my soul, even though at times it can be hard to feel like I'm driving the wrong way. Somehow the lyrics just make me want to promise myself even more to never relate to it - no kids, no dystopia, no boredom, no fear. It particularly reminds me of a happy summer in the Irish countryside, playing this on repeat while stuck on a bus going to Skerries. From time to time I just can't help but play this over and over again while dancing around non-stop.
@@pippadaisychain7902 I think it was when they were playing "I Could Be Dreaming" but it's not audible on the BBC Sessions CD. I may still have a cassette when you can hear it but my tape deck is knackered.
What's the theme of this song exactly? He leaves his girl after she has a miscarriage, and now they're both depressed and lonely? It's a pretty song, but strangely bleak even for B&S.
I really want a whole album in the style of this song and A Bit Of Previous (the song). In the best B&S-tradition, the best songs are not on the albums.
