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James - Now That’s What I Call Music! 21 - Born of Frustration
Now That’s What I Call Music! 21
Disc 1
01. Bohemian Rhapsody
02. Goodnight Girl
03. Stay
04. My Girl
05. Stars
06. Justified & Ancient (Stand by the JAMS)
07. It Must Be Love
08. I Can't Dance
09. (Love Moves In) Mysterious Ways
10. Weather With You (radio edit)
11. Deeply Dippy
12. To Be With You
13. Love Is Strange
14. Church of Your Heart
15. Driven By You
16. Welcome to the Cheap Seats
17. Far Gone and Out
18. Born of Frustration
19. High
Disc 2
01. I Love Your Smile (Driza Bone remix)
02. I'm Doing Fine Now
03. Give Me Just a Little More Time
04. Ride Like the Wind
05. Twilight Zone
06. America: What Time Is Love?
07. A Deeper Love
08. It's a Fine Day
09. Breath of Life
10. Addams Groove
11. Expression
12. We Got a Love Thang
13. Vibology
14. Make It on My Own
15. Way of the World
16. I Wonder Why
17. When You Tell Me That You Love Me
All this frustration
I can't meet all my desires
Strange conversation
Self control has just expired

All an illusion
Only in my head you don't exist
Who are you foolin'?
Don't need a shrink or an exorcist

La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la

Show me the movie
Of who you are and where you're from
Born of frustration
Caught upon the webs you spun

Where's the confusion?
A vision of what life is like
Show me the movie
That doesn't deal in black and white

Stop, stop talkin 'bout who's to blame
When all that counts is how to change
Stop, stop talkin 'bout who's to blame
When all that counts is how to change

La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la, la la-la-la-la

All this frustration, all this frustration
Who put brown owl eyes on a butterfly's wings?
All this frustration, all this frustration
Who gave the leopard spots and taught the birds to sing?
Born of frustration, born of frustration

I'm living in the weirdest dream
Where nothing is the way it seems
Where no one is who they need to be
Where nothing seems that real to me
'Bout time we filled our lives
Upon the walls of gold, no solid ground
The world is spinnin' endlessly
We're clinging to our own beliefs

Born of frustration
Born of frustration