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The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You have watched me, safe in your anonymity
I have dreamed you, held in your security
Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul
Your eyes were the camera and you’ve take hold
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You’ve entered me now make me whole

Every place i go i feel your lenses trained on me
This distant concentration takes away my energy
Your image burns it’s negative
Behind my waking eyes
Then the night comes and you stalk your prize
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You’ve entered me now make me whole

Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul
Your eyes were the camera and you’ve taken hold
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You’ve entered me now make me whole

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The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Here behind the wall
I feel so small
Breathing but not preceiving
Here anger is me
Love sets me free
Feeling and not believing

Here in my mind
Biding my time
Waiting but not relating
Here anger is me
Love sets me free
The Prisoner is now escaping

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Here behind the wall
I feel so small
Breathing but not preceiving
Here anger is me
Love sets me free
Feeling and not believing

Here in my mind
Biding my time
Waiting but not relating
Here anger is me
Love sets me free
The prisoner is now escaping

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(difford/tilbrook)

He’s taking her away
He’s acting like a general
Generally his game is so familiar
He wants her to play
With a toaster and a kettle
While he spends his day
Miles from the prisoner
She reads the stars he reads the sun
No wonder his iq is below 21

He’s helping her to see
How happy she is looking
Take it that he’ll be
No icing on her cake
O how happy she would be
If someone did the cooking
He’s helping her to see
How a marriage can be baked

Baked like a cake but without the file
The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile

She’s not a prisoner alone doing time
To love and to cherish for all of her life
To have and to hold, to lock up inside
What can this man know about her heart
To love, ¡®til death do us part

He’s looking everywhere
She is nowhere to be found
And suddenly he cares
His dinner’s looking burnt
There’s a smell in the air
There’s a prisoner in town,
He sits down in his chair
His face fills with concern
Concerned that he might not eat tonight
She’s broken out of jail and run for her life

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(difford/tilbrook)

He’s taking her away
He’s acting like a general
Generally his game is so familiar
He wants her to play
With a toaster and a kettle
While he spends his day
Miles from the prisoner
She reads the stars he reads the sun
No wonder his iq is below 21

He’s helping her to see
How happy she is looking
Take it that he’ll be
No icing on her cake
O how happy she would be
If someone did the cooking
He’s helping her to see
How a marriage can be baked

Baked like a cake but without the file
The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile

She’s not a prisoner alone doing time
To love and to cherish for all of her life
To have and to hold, to lock up inside
What can this man know about her heart
To love, ¡®til death do us part

He’s looking everywhere
She is nowhere to be found
And suddenly he cares
His dinner’s looking burnt
There’s a smell in the air
There’s a prisoner in town,
He sits down in his chair
His face fills with concern
Concerned that he might not eat tonight
She’s broken out of jail and run for her life

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m thanking you for opening my eyes so clear
And sweeping old illusions from my soul
But most of all for turning something simple and sincere
Into somethin’ jaded and as jive as rock n’ roll.

Chorus:
Ain’t you always looked at lovin’ like a four letter word
That i made up to make you ill at ease
I fought to free you from your castle of despair
‘til i saw the prison wall was me

See the soul who calls itself a prisoner
‘cause it’s still too frightened to be free
I feel so much older now, and wiser
Ain’t it sad how lonesome that can be.

Chorus:
Ain’t you always looked at lovin’ like a four letter word
That i made up to make you ill at ease
I fought to free you from your castle of despair
‘til i saw the prison wall was me

Chorus:
Ain’t you always looked at lovin’ like a four letter word
That i made up to make you ill at ease
I fought to free you from your castle of despair
‘til i saw the prison wall was me

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(smith/harris)

On the run kill to eat
You’re starving now you’re dead on your feet
Going all the way nature’s beast
Do what i want as i please

Run fight to breathe it’s tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls i’m coming out

Not a prisoner i’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where i’m going … out

If you kill me it’s self defence
If i kill you then i call it vengeance
Spit in your eye i will defy
You’ll be afraid when i call out your name

I’m not a number i’m a free man
I’ll live my life how i want to
You’d better scratch me from your black book
Cos i’ll run rings round you

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(strummer/jones)

The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi
North of watford junction
We get in but we don’t have fun
An’ we leave before the truncheons
So it’s back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent

Johnny too bad meets johnny be good
In the charing cross road
That’s the only thing that happened today
Says the west end jungle code
And all the germans and all the french
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the second world war
While the rude boys get rude!

And i look to my left
And i look to my right
And i’m looking for a man
I’m looking for a sign
I don’t wanna be the prisoner

The prisoner lives in camden town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
With self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
Your old man digs the garden
You’re only free to dodge the cops
An’ bunk the train to stardom

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(strummer/jones)

The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi
North of watford junction
We get in but we don’t have fun
An’ we leave before the truncheons
So it’s back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent

Johnny too bad meets johnny be good
In the charing cross road
That’s the only thing that happened today
Says the west end jungle code
And all the germans and all the french
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the second world war
While the rude boys get rude!

And i look to my left
And i look to my right
And i’m looking for a man
I’m looking for a sign
I don’t wanna be the prisoner

The prisoner lives in camden town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
With self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
Your old man digs the garden
You’re only free to dodge the cops
An’ bunk the train to stardom

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Summer’s burning (up inside)
Left alone (to gag then tie)
Here comes the rain
Just when you never thought you’d lose your way again

When it’s so wrong
It has to be, nobody has won
We will soon be free
The prisoner is history
We will soon be free
The prisoner is history

Yea…

You’ve been lost and you’ve been found
This time you’ve gotta stand your ground
Here comes your train
Just when you never thought you’d catch that ride again

When it’s so wrong
It has to be, everybody’s gone
We will soon be free
The prisoner is history
We will soon be free
The prisoner is history

Yea…

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

A misfit who is old before his time
Poverty has turned him to crime
Boredom gives him too much time to think
He pours another drink.

(chorus)

A burning, bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free.

He wonders why his landscape looks so strange
Burger bars are home on the range
An empty bottle falling from his hand
He does`nt understand.

(chorus)

A burning, bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free.

A cork unlocks the door to other lands
Of battles won and destinies in hand
A half-remembered state of liquid dreams
Where things aren`t what they seem.

(chorus)

A burning, bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free.

A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans
A burning, bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free.

(chorus)

A burning, bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free.

The Prisoner (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You have watched me, safe in your anonymity
I have dreamed you, held in your security
Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul
Your eyes were the camera and you’ve take hold
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You’ve entered me now make me whole

Every place i go i feel your lenses trained on me
This distant concentration takes away my energy
Your image burns it’s negative
Behind my waking eyes
Then the night comes and you stalk your prize
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You’ve entered me now make me whole

Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul
Your eyes were the camera and you’ve taken hold
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You’ve entered me now make me whole