Madonna: The Confessions Tour Live from London Page #4

You know, I'm not that far

I'm at the point of no return

Just watch me burn

Oh, let it be

You got to let it be

Won't you let it be

Won't you let it be

You got to let it be

Anyone can see

Let it will be

Just watch me burn

Now I can see things for

what they really are

You know, I'm not that far

I'm at the point of no return

no... no return, no... no return,

no... no return, no... no return...

Just watch me burn

You got to let it be

Won't you let it be

You got to let it be

Yeah!

Won't you let it be

You got to let it be

Anyone can see

Let it will...

be.

I think I just lay down

for a minute...

This is nice!

Cheers!

There seem to be

an awful lot of cameras

pointing at me right now.

I swear I had no idea they were

gonna be filming here tonight.

I really sorry, you guys.

No, seriously, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,

If your vision is blocked

Forgive me...

I sure make it up to you,

I promise

Don't I always

make it up to you

Now early on...

early on the show I sing a song

And at the variant

I say "I can make it alone"

"I can make it alone,

I can make it alone", right?

You know that song, right?

You love that song, right?

But is a lie...

Because I can't realy

make it alone.

And I would like to take

this opportunity to thank

The hundreds of people that help me

make the show happen every night

Please give them

a big hand...

Well... Hum...

I don't ever really thank

the people I work with, publicly.

And I should.

They're amazing. The Crew...

The lighting people,

the sound people.

My amazing band.

My dancers who defy gravity.

Hair, make-up, wardrobe.

I mean, it sounds realy tedious,

but so many hardworking

amazing people

help me put the show together.

- And I can't make it alone...

- I love you! - So...

Pay no attention

to my nonsense.

Hum... There is also my fans.

Give yourself a big hand.

Come on! Let shift some light

on the subject

Thank you!

I can not make it alone!

[ Drowned World / Substitute for Love ]

We can do anything!

I traded fame for love

Without a second thought

It all became a silly game

Some things cannot be bought

I got exactly what I asked for

Wanted it so badly

Running, rushing back for more

I suffered fools so gladly

And now I find

I've changed my mind

The face of you

My substitute for love

My substitute for love

Should I wait for you

My substitute for love

My substitute for love

I traveled round the world

Looking for a home

I found myself

in crowded rooms

Feeling so alone

I had so many lovers

Who settled for the thrill

of basking in my spotlight

I never felt so happy

The face of you

My substitute for love

My substitute for love

Should I wait for you

My substitute for love

My substitute for love

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm,

mmmmmmm...

Oohhh oh-oh ooohhh...

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm,

Mmmm, mmm, mmmm...

No famous faces, far off places,

trinkets I can buy.

No handsome stranger,

heady danger, drug that I can try.

No ferris wheel, no heart to steal,

no laughter in the dark.

No one-night stand, no far-off land

No fire that I can spark.

Mmmmmmmm...

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm,

mmmmmmm...

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm,

Mmmm, mmm, mmmm...

The face of you

My substitute for love

My substitute for love

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm,

mmmmmmm...

Should I wait for you

My substitute for love

My substitute for love

Now I find

I've changed my mind

This is my religion

This is my friend Yitzhak.

We're so happy

to have him with us.

Is you a good boy?

[ Paradise (Not for Me) ]

I can't remember

When I was young

I can't explain

If it was wrong

My life goes on

But not the same

Into your eyes

My face remains

[I've been so high]

I've been so down

[Up to the skies]

Down to the ground

I was so blind

I could not see

[Your paradise]

[Is not for me]

I've been so high

I've been so down

Up to the skies

Down to the ground

I've been so high

I've been so down

Up to the skies

Down to the ground

I can't remember

When I was young

I can't explain

If it was wrong

I was so blind

I could not see

Your paradise

Is not for me

There is a light

Above my head

Into your eyes

My face remains

Alright boys and girls,

it's time to get the dance shoes on.

You're listening to K.U.N.T.

It's all Madonna, all the time.

[ Music Inferno / Disco Inferno ]

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like my acid rock?

Where's the party?

I want to free my soul.

Where's the party?

I want to lose control.

Where's the party?

I want to free my soul.

Where's the party?

I want to lose control.

Where's the party?

I want to free my soul.

Where's the party?

I want to lose control.

Where's the party?

I want to free my soul.

Where's the party?

I want to lose control.

Control, control, control, control

control, control, control, control

Control, control, control,

control, control

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like my acid rock?

I wanna dance with my baby,

dance with my baby, dance with my baby,

dance with my baby,

dance with my, dance with my,

dance with my, dance with my,

dance, dance, dance, dance,

dance, dance, dance, dance...

Hey Mister D.J.

put a record on

I wanna dance with my baby

And when the music starts

I never wanna stop

It's gonna drive me crazy

Music makes the people

come together, yeah!

Music makes the bourgeoisie

and the rebel

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like to boogie-woogie?

Do you like my acid rock?

Don't think of yesterday

And I don't look at the clock

I like to boogie-woogie

It's like riding on the wind

And it never goes away

Touches everything I'm in

Got to have it everyday

Music makes the people

come together, yeah!

Music makes the bourgeoisie

and the rebel

Music makes the people

come together, yeah!

Music makes the bourgeoisie

and the rebel

Hey Mister D.J.

Music

Music

Music

Music

I wanna dance with my baby,

dance with my baby, dance with my baby,

dance with my baby, dance with my,

dance with my, dance with my,

dance with my, dance with my,

dance with my, dance with my...

dance, dance, dance, dance,

dance, dance, dance, dance...

Music makes the people

come together, yeah!

Music makes the bourgeoisie

and the rebel

Music makes the people

come together, yeah!

Music makes the bourgeoisie

and the rebel

Where's the party?

I want to free my soul.

Where's the party?

I want to lose control.

Where's the party?

I want to free my soul.

Where's the party?

I want to lose control.

Control, control, control, control

control, control, control, control

control, control, control, control

control, control, control, control

Control, control, control, control

control, control, control, control

All over me

All over me

All over me

All over me

All over me

All over me

[ Erotica / You Thrill Me ]

Erotic, erotic,

Put your hands all over my body

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