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This following program is dedicated to the city and people of
San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so Is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer Cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European Residents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it Will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the Sake of your own peace of mind. Strobe lights beam create dreams Walls move minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night Old child young child feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing leather wings Jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too On a warm San Franciscan night Old angels young angels feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night. I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there There's no place left to go, San Franciscan. Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above he's on a street called love When will they even learn Old cop young cop feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night The children are cool They don't raise fools It's an American dream Includes indians too. |
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, am one If you had listened to what your momma said You'd be at home today But I was young and foolish, oh Lord You let a gambler lead you astray Go tell my baby sister Don't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, I'm one, oh God And me, oh God, am one You poor girl, you are one |
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Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach
The winter sun was on the horizon, and we were both out of reach She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise. Our souls were wet from the incoming tide. She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. It's only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. He's free, not like you and me. He's free, not like you and me. I never ever thought, that you would be so out of reach. And the lonely times have been like poison, child. I wish I could practice, what I preach. Then I can release these feelings, that I've been holding deep inside. Been missing you so much baby, the only healer can be time. By then you will have forgotten the dead bird on the beach. But please, don't forget your father, child, Cause he's out of reach. Yeah, my dream is to be free, free, free, freedom for you and me. Yeah free, free, free, freedom for you and me. You'll hear my music in the wind, Hearbeat like the rolling tide. One thing, you can be sure of, my love. Wherever you go, I'll hold your love inside. And I take a look, don't cry, Even if he was livin' and you had him in your hands, You'd still have to open up and let him fly. That bird must be free! She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. It's only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. He's free, not like you and me He's free, not like you and me Freedom Freedom for you and me Freedom Freedom Free Freedom..... |
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I've seen the kings
I've seen the queens I've seen them riding in a big limousine I've heard them talking About they're gonna save the world But dey don't I've seen them up in their ivory towers I've waited in the lobbies For hours and hours I knew they're talking Jane Mansfield But dey don't I've seen the chickies up in Beverly Hills I've seeen them talking all their little bitty pills I've heard them talking 'bout they're gonna get it on But dey don't No dey won't, dey won't Dey don't know who they're screwing No dey don't, dey don't Dey don't knoe what they're doing No dey don't, dey don't Dey don't know when they're praying And dey don't know when they're going And dey don't know when they're saying I've seen the man and I've seen his land I've heard him talking 'bout he's gonna move the stand He wears a pretty hat but he don't understand No he don't Yeah, I've seen them up at the BTU And I've heard them talking in their petty little way And I've heard them talking how they're Gonna save our youth But dey don't No, dey don't I've seen them up in the singles bars I've seen them grooving in their big flashy cars Telling all the little girls they're gonna make them stars But dey won't They talk about it all day long, but You never get it on Never get it on Never get it on Hey baby, how are you doin' Hey, come here a minute Hey, hey, let mr talk to you for a while Oh, you won't You mean you can't |
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My daddy worked a lifetime, yeah
For the Power Company Turning night into day, yeah Yeah, for the Power Company You know that he can still recall when the company was God, Man was a slave Throughout a war-torn strife, My daddy held his lit electric light. Power Company They told him: 'join the union, lad, or we'll kick you in the ass'. Power Company I grew up with these words printed on my back Power Company Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free? I worked like a dog all day on the production line This factory is a jail, every day of your life you know You're doing time Now I got a little car And I can't afford the gas The house is cold and draughty And the kids grow up too fast I walk around, no future, no past Power Company Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free? How this world keeps on turning every day is a mystery My old man gets up each morning And he goes to work each day at the Power Company Yeah, he still does his little job and it isn't very hard A computer to talk to instead of people he once knew And the bosses at the top They never seem to stop Power Company And we're singin' Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free? Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free? Yeah, when will you be free from the Power Company? (Power Company) Whoa, oh, oh, oh, when will you be free? (Power Company) Ask yourself a question and look around you (Power Company) You ask yourself a truth that you'll find out (Power Company) And you'll never be free (from the Power Company) Yeah, move your head (Power Company) Move your soul |
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She's such a thriller, the number one killer in town
She'll make love to you, she'll turn your world upside down Just when you think you've gone and reached the end You're overblown and your heart stops again She's captured your soul, The little girl's got control of your mind, yeah She's a heart attack, attack She's coming back Steal your whole heart away Heart attack, attack, she's a cardiac She's the one who makes you pay Such a sweet sickness that woman is so wicked and wild She looks like an angel But she's got the soul of a dark devil child Just when you think you've gone and passed the test You'll be screaming cardiac unrest When the devil is your lover, There's no way to recover your heart, no baby, no She's a heart attack, attack She's coming back Steal your whole heart away Heart attack, attack, she's a cardiac She's the one who makes you pay Because the devil's always got a way, yeah When you think you've gone and reached the end You're overblown and your heart stops again She's captured your soul, The little girl's got control of your mind, yeah She's a heart attack, attack She's coming back Steal your whole heart away Heart attack, attack, she's a cardiac She's the one who makes you pay Heart attack, heart attack Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack Heart attack, heart attack, attack Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack |
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(Spoken Intro by Louisiana Red)
You know what, I hate the goddam blues, man You know what, and here I want to play the blues and I ain't got no goddan string on here, man I hat the blues, man I just hate it, man You said you was hurtin' Said you almost lost your mind Well, the man you love He hurts you all the time When things go wrong Go wrong with you It hurts me too You love him more When you should love him less Why lick up behind him And take his mess You love another man I love only you But you follow behind him Stick to him like glue He's going to leave you You better put him down No I don't stand To see you being pushed around |
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Just after I left school
I begin working for living Came home one day From a hard day's digging Went down to my blues collection Just for some peace of mind And I got the word Elmore James is gone Seems like I lost a friend of mine No more Elmore, no more Elmore James No more Elmore, no more Elmore James It's a shame, crying shame No more Elmore James When I was mannish boy When I was in high school My biggest influence was a 45 record Made me wanted to dance The music freaks would gather From all over town 'Til early in the morning We laid the beat on down No more Elmore, no more Elmore James No more Elmore, no more Elmore James It's a shame, crying shame No more Elmore James As I grew older The music grow within me I knew that soon one of these days I'd be out on the road Fronting my own rock'n'roll show We made the people sing We made the people dance True blue music Puts everybody in a trance We kicked in the guitar No more Elmore James When I'm feeling down And all messed up inside Put an Elmore on the box And groovin'n'slip'n'slidin' Elmore, I take him everywhere As I travel down the long road Lord, I hop he's down there I sang at the crossroads At the full of the moon And I know for sure It's true true love that counts And I'm in love, yes Couldn't believe my ears Couldn't believe my eyes Have to go through life Without hearing that slide Take him everywhere I got it on my back As I walk down this long road No more Elmore James No more Elmore James |
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