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James - One Shot 1992 - Born of Frustration
One Shot 1992
Disc 1
01. Rhythm Is a Dancer
02. What's Up
03. Please Don't Go
04. You
05. Because the Night
06. Sleeping Satellite
07. Friday I'm in Love
08. Laid So Low (Tears Roll Down)
09. It's My Life
10. Yerba del diablo
11. Connected
12. Achy Breaky Heart
13. What's in a Word
14. Rest in Peace
15. Goodnight Girl
16. The Doo-Bop Song
17. Prince of Peace
Disc 2
01. Why
02. Don't You Worry 'bout a Thing
03. Am I the Same Girl?
04. Shake Your Head (Let's Go to Bed)
05. Are You Ready to Fly
06. My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)
07. Blood Makes Noise
08. Born of Frustration
09. Jazz Machine
10. Revolution
11. It's a Fine Day
12. Humpin' Around
13. Hey Jealousy
14. Didi
15. Hunger Strike
16. Feed the Feeling
17. After Hours (The Antidote)
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