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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
There are winds of changes blowing
Gathering leaves up in its path And the people who are the leaves Will remain in our hearts With love, till eternity King Elmore was born, So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith was created in heaven above Robert Johnson sang the blues Shick Webb did those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing… Alan Freed rock and rolled, Joe Turner's voice was very low B.B. King wailed Charlie Parker cried Louis Jordan smiled Ray Charles moaned, Chuck Berry rock and rolled Fats Domino made me feel good Elvis Presley did things that no one thought he could Then came the Beatles, Rolling Stones Whole new thing was going on. Frank Zappa zapped Mamas and Papas knew where it was at They all listened to Ravi Shankar…. Now that we got Jimi Hendrix We know where we are (and Louis Jordan smiled…) And the winds of change go on blowing, blowing, Gathering more and more leaves in its path, As time goes past… Winds of change keep on blowing, Winds of change keep on blowing, Bob Dylan sang about the winds of change Blowing, it's all blowing, the winds of change…. |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
Hmm, aahhhh
I see a red door and I want to paint it black No colors in my life, you better turn them black I see them walking by dressed in their colorful clothes My happiness de? No more will my grey sea turn a deeper blue I cannot foresee this thing happening to you No I see people walking by dressed their summer clothes I see them strolling by, my happiness ? Turn it black Yeah yeah yeah yeah I said I know baby Everything is black I know Since you been gone Eveything is black before my eyes Baby eh Everything is black I know Turn to me And help me see again baby Help me walk once more And help me talk again, walk again Stand up like a man baby Since you been gone, gone There is no color in my life baby Its turning so very very ? black Humph, I walk down the street And I see a line of cars Maybe blue, maybe brown, maybe green But their turning black Before my very eyes And you could not know What its like when your whole world is black When everything you see and touch Turns so very very black hmm Oh baby now I need you by my side Bring some color into my life Once again I even tripped down and fell Didn't see no colors anymore baby Bad, bad scene And I have to tell you baby No more will my grey sea go turn a deeper blue I cannot foresee this thing ever happening to you No I see people walking by me They're all going in different directions I see them strolling by and my heart splinters like a flame Turning black baby Turning black I know Everything Since you've been gone is turning black, turning black, turning black, turning black, turning black Yeah yeah yeah yeah, baby Oh lord, oh babe, whoa lord, help me see again, baby Help me walk, talk, walk stand up like a man I know Need you standing by my side Because I'm blind and I cannot see Color blind I'm color blind Paint everything so black Go ahead and paint it black baby Everyhing is black black, black, its turning black I know Need some color in my life... |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
ohohohohoh
(gregorian chants) the bell tolls the black plague has struck diseased eyes roll upwards as if knowing which direction their souls will travel (bring out your dead) a woman in black cries as the deathly procession passes by and monks moan en masse ohohohohohoh (gregorian chants) the yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle door for it is safer inside the walls their knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard the bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the castle walls and ones ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches. (bring out your dead) and the bell tolls on a man walks around the castle walls on the outside the light from his lamp dancing shadows as he moves he tends the sick gives comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man but he feels it most for the children (unclean) tears glisten on his cheek did man ever deserve this death? and not all will die, just the poor for the rich are inside the castle walls and he knows he could be with them and they laugh at this fool of a man through the stone fortress windows and the bell tolls on (unclean) and many deaths and many days later many tears have been cry cried but in vain for tears can never erase the pain of death only time has that talent his hands are now blistered but this man walks on the only element of sanity that the people look to him for answers and he answers all and the bell tolls on inside the castle wall (bring out your dead) the dead are now buried and the plague is at its end life for the people flowers again they breathe fresh air like they did once before and there is not a sound from beyond the castle walls the bell has stopped and only silence is heard and the peasants outside wonder what happened within in their bones they feel something is wrong the bell has been silent much too long for many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live no one came and no one went fear can do many strange things and even though water ran low their mouths burnt and bellys caked dry not one person put a foot outside no one had that much courage for they feared the peasants and their world outside so they played it safe and didn't move but one by one they perished and died |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
Strobe light beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night Old child , young child Feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing, leather wings Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too On a warm San Franciscan night Old angel, young angel Feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night I wasn't born there Perhaps I'll die there There's no place left to go San Francisco Cops face is filled with hate Heavens above He's on a street called "Love" When will they ever learn? Old cop, young cop Feel all right 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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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
Man, Woman, Desire, Love
Love one another Can true love last forever? Man, Woman, Desire, Love They both agree…Yes, it can Be my woman….I'll be your man Man, Woman, Desire, Love 'Baby, is there something wrong with you? You don't do the things you used to do' 'I'm sorry baby, it's just I've been drinking, I need some rest' That's when she starts really thinking Man, Woman, Tired, Love He still loves her and thats a fact But he can't help the way he acts She feels it now and she turns to ice He sees an old friend for some advice Man, Friend, 'Work things out' 'Okay baby, shoot, lets get things off your chest I know what you need, you need a damn good rest Now I know a chick, she's cool and she's a good friend' ...THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END... He hesitates, he thinks, ahh, I'll take a chance Well, whats wrong with taking a chick to a dance? ...NOTHING... Whats wrong with taking a lady home? ...NOTHING... 'Stay awhile baby, it's all right, we're quite alone' Well, what's wrong with that? ...PLENTY... Man in heaven...temporarily Woman….Worried He arrives home very very late and she is staring at the wall She says, 'How was the meetin' tonight honey? Did you have a ball?' He says to her, 'No, it was a drag. Me and the fellas just got a little stoned. I got a little drowsy and I couldn't find my way home.' She says, 'Yeah, I know.' ...SHE KNOWS... And he knows that she knows Now she's got to work really fast If their love is going to last Talkin' it over would only be a drag She's got to pull some tricks out of her feminine bag Ha, all right Comes morning she's home and dry And her man sleeps on, satisfied, And this is the story of Man, Woman, Desire, Love Man, Woman, Desire, Love Man, Man Woman, woman, woman, Desire Love Set your soul on fire... |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
The neon sign flashes,
Leaves its mark against the wall The TV is silent And will stay that way until dawn The sheets are so cold, The telephone is dumb And I'm so very far from my home In the dark I hear a siren It screams across the night Someone else is in trouble I am not the only one The cigarette glows, I'm all alone And I'm so very far from my home I would leave here tomorrow But I know I've got to stay If only you were here with me I'm holding on to every memory, memory Memory, memory, memory, memory… It is four o'clock in the morning, The sun begins to rise Another day I have to face, Baby, I'm so dissatisfied Breakfast is served The morning news is heard And I'm so very far from my home Yes, I'm so very far from my home Yes, I'm so very far from my home So very… Well, I'm so very far, far away from home So very… |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
When I think of all the good times that I've wasted having good times
When I think of all the good time that 's been wasted having good times When I was drinkin' I should've been thinkin' When I was fighting I could've done the right thing All of that boozin' I was really losin' Good times Good times When I think of all the good time that's been wasted having good times When I think of all the good time that's been wasted having good times All of my lying I remember her crying My useless talkin' I couldv'e been walkin' Instead of complainin' I couldv'e been gainin' Good times Yes, here we all are having a jolly good time And everything is working out fine, ha ha ha ha ha Useless talkin' All that walkin All of my sinnin' I could've been winnin' I have it too easy And its a beginning of good times Good times I said good times Talking bout good times |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
For you, my friend, I'd do anything
Shine your shoes, anything Lose your blues, make love to you Take you under my wing, anything For you, my hero, I'd do anything Paint your picture, anything Kiss your photograph even though I know you'd laugh Stand beneath your wings, Oh, anything And for you, my love, I would do anything Kiss your feet and everything Suffer your pain but I'd ride your train Spread our tiny wings, baby, anything And for you, my son, I'd do everything Protect your mind from everything I could read your lies, dry tears from your eyes Spread your tiny wings, anything 'Cause everything is anything And everything is anything |
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from Eric Burdon - Wind Of Change (1967)
The sound of Muddy Waters and the voice of Jimmy Reed
When Ray Charles moans It's all meat on that same bone It's all meat on just one bone When Miles Davis blows his horn, When Ravi Shankar plays It's all down home But it's all meat on the same bone It's all meat on just one bone When Erkel Darbies walks, When Eric Clapton talks There's only one place it can come from And it's all meat on the same bone All meat, same bone, Do it! Don't you listen to none of them jive hip squares Try to tell you where the blues is from 'Cause the blues is from the whole wide world Deep within the souls of men. When Muhammad Ali gets mad When an Irishman drinks It's all for a woman It's all for his home It's all meat on the same bone It's all meat, same bone It's all meat, same bone Same bone, same thing It's all soul, It's all meat… |
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from War - All Day Music (1971)
music is what we like to play
all day all day all day all day all day to soothe your soul down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around to soothe your mind down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around lets have a picnic go to the park rolling round till long after dark down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around lets have a picnic go to the park rolling round till long after dark down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around best of war cd -lyrics all day music lets have a picnic go to the park rolling in the grass till long after dark down at the beach |
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from War - All Day Music (1971)
Slippin' into darkness
Take my mind beyond the dreams I was slippin' into darkness Take my mind beyond the dreams Where I talk to my brother, oh, oh, oh Who never said their name Slippin' into darkness When I heard my mother say I was slippin' into darkness When I heard my mother say (Hey, what'd she say? What'd she say?) You been slippin' into darkness, oh, oh, oh Pretty soon you're gonna pay, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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from Robots (로봇) by John Powell [ost] (2005)
All my friends know the Low Rider.
The low rider is a little higher. Low Rider drives a little slower. Low Rider is a real goer. Hey Low Rider knows every street, yeah. Low Rider is the one to meet, yeah. Low rider don't use no gas, now. Low rider don't drive to fast. Take a little trip, take a little trip, Take a little trip pasy. Take a little trip, take a little trip, Take a little trip with me. |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
Well I want somebody to tell me
Answer if you can! Well I want somebody to tell me, Just what is the soul of a man I'm going to ask the question Answer if you can Can anybody out there can tell me Just what is the soul of a man I traveled to different countries I traveled to foreign lands I've found nobody to tell me Just what is the soul of a man Well I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can I want somebody to tell me Just what is the soul of a man I saw a crowd stand talking I came up right on time I heard the doctor and the lawyer Say a man ain't nothing but his mind I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can I want somebody to tell me Just what is the soul of a man What is the soul of a man I read the bible often I try to read it right As far as I can understand It's nothing but a burning light Well I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can I want somebody to tell me Just what is the soul of a man I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can I want somebody to tell me Just what is the soul of a man I'm going to ask the question Answer if you can Can anybody out there can tell me Just what is the soul of a man What is the soul of a man |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
Nobody ever held a gun to my head
When you and I jumped into bed I was not forced to kneel and pray To worship at the temple between your legs Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones I'm so far from the shinin' light I left you baby twenty times before Now I'm back scratchin' at your back door Look watcha done to the man don'tcha realize Ooh child got my nose open wide Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones I'm so far from the shinin' light I wandered far... what shall I do I'm so far from my God... ...So close to you... Lord have mercy on my soul Your tongue in my mouth makes my blood run cold Lord have mercy on me please I'm infected with this ol' heart disease Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones I'm so far from the shinin' light I wandered far... what shall I do I'm so far from my God... ...So close to you Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones Look at me now... I gotta Kingsize Jones |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal, Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread, Red Cross store wen't help me fix my ailing head. I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death, No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I'm down to my last breath. Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. Don't talk to me 'bout no war, if you can't tell me what I'm fighting for. I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before, If I could get a job, I wouldn't go to that store no more. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
Como se llama mama
Baby whats your name Mi vuelve loco baby You driving me insane A diga diga diga diga Baby whats your name Is it mary Lou is it Peggy Sue Loretta, Marianna let mi get to you What is your go by Don't tell me no lie I got it bad for you Every Romeo in the barrio Every Conio, Hermano and Lothano They're all the same Trying to run their game I'm the one who's rap is true Baby give me your 411 I ain't go nothin' but I'm nothin' but fun Como se llama mama Baby whats your name Mi vuelve loco baby You driving me insane A diga diga diga diga Baby whats your name |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
Let's say you're livin in the inner city
You're angry young and male They say you got a pretty good chance My brother of winding up in jail Incarcreation understand ia a lucrative industry Whole towns are living on it The 21st century slavery Somewhere is there a solution If there is we've got to find it And get our heads and hearts behind it But right now I don't know what to do That's why I'm feeling blue You see a lot of guys so frustrated They just want to kick somebody's ass It's not just a racial thing these days oh yeah Privilege and class Education's a factor you can't afford to ignore It's still the best way my brother To even up the score |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
I been down that country road
I been down that highway too I been lost in the woods I ain't got no blues man shoes I been down I been up I slept in abandoned trucks I been lost, lost in love But I never, never did give up I have dreamed of making love I have dreamed of money too I have seen a gambling man with his gold And golden tooth I been that I been this I have slept in a soggy ditch I been lost, lost in love But I never, never did give up My cherie, my bon cherie My Alabama Queen You have stolen my poor heart And my dreams I have danced and I have fought I've been told brother you've been caught I have some broken vows And I have broke some vows myself I been crazy from the strain But I got back up on my feet again I have drank the oceans love But I never, never did give up |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore
I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore Well I'm wondring everybody where did my baby go Take this weapon as a gift son May it serve you all your life You know my blood is running cold And my trigger finger is turning white Cold as ice I hold those fat brass bullets Each one feels as cold as ice I hold those fat brass bullets Each one feels as cold as ice I keeps it under my pillow Just to get me thru the night Well I'm so mad this morning I don't know where in the world to go Well I'm so mad this mornin'g I don't know where in the world to go And now I'm lookin' for mister money so I can get myself some dough I'm lookin' for mister money So I can get myself some dough |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
I was standing out back as the sun sank on down.
I was thinking to myself about a long distant sound, How the fury and the flame burned so bright Then blew out and left town on a slow moving train. On a slow moving train, from the West to the East, With the hopes of a nation of salvation and peace, All the people came out and they stood by the tracks, As the slow moving train took him back. It was the end of the road of a time and a place, The end of a dream and sweet youth'ssmiling face, The beginning of a lesson we're still learning today, Since he left on the slow moving train. On that slow moving train, as he rested in peace, 'cross the mountains and plains from the sea to the sea, All the peoplecame out, the men took off their hats, As that slow moving train took him back. I wonder where would we be, if the bullets had failed, If the young men with dreams had somehow prevailed, Just a shot from the darkness and the whole world was changed, They sent him home on a slow moving train. On a slow moving train, from the West to the East, With the hopes of a nation of salvation and peace, All the people came out and they stood by the tracks, As the slow moving train took him back. He went home on that slow moving train. |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
My Papa left and the war went on
Got no rest since he ain't come home Bet the wind heard his mighty roar I'm gonna kill you cause I can't go home Damn devils are running I can't shoot anymore Devil run I can't shoot anymore Go on home 'cause your asking for more If the storm brings hell upon you Blame yourself I won't let you through Damn devils are running I can't shoot anymore Damn devils keep running I won't let you through Fires burn as you look away You've been lying to use everyday Still you follow the devil's run You can't unite the world with a gun It's no joke we're a mad universe No one to trust to make it work If the war don't make it alright We burn in hell and we loose the fight Damn devils are running I can't shoot anymore Damn devils are running I won't let you through |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
If you've laughed, if you've cried,
Then you've lived the Life … you have died. I don't mind if the Sun don't shine, And the Winds don't howl. So the blues carried me away Into the dreams of naked slumber. I don't mind if the World decdes To fall asunder. If I see you again, and you should favour me, Don't give in to the thought of pulling me behind. Cause I don't mind if the fire don't burn In my soul. Should the space of the Universe Be collected in one room, It would not fill all the emptiness Left by you. I can see in your eyes a lonely pair of lies, Watching me, helplessly, as love goes rolling by. I don't mind. I can sing a song to ease my pain. Should I seek lover's revenge. Should I weep over the end. No, I don't mind if the fire don't burn In your soul. |
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from Eric Burdon - Soul Of A Man (2006)
Don't you cry for me mama, cause I can't stay,
I'm a circuit rider and I'm on my way, I got to roll, down the highway, I got to roll roll roll down the lonesome highway, Well a bird got a nest and a fox got a hole, Well the cc rider just got the roll, With a beat up bible and a bottle of wine, I'm travelling light and testifying, I got to roll down the highway, I got to roll roll roll down the lonesome highway, I got a slow ass mule, and cold blue steel, The sword of the spirit and, and a soul like the wheel, I got to roll, I got to roll, I got to roll roll roll, yeah I got to roll, Don't you worry bout me mama, I'll be back in town, Girls the cc rider got to spread the world around, I got to roll down the highway, I got to roll roll roll down the lonsome highway, With a slow ass mule, and cold blue steel, I got the sword of the spirit and, and a soul like the wheel, I got to roll roll roll, I got to roll roll roll, I got to roll down the lonsome highway |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
Once upon a time when I was in high school
I was in love with a lady she treated me so cool I was driving an Chevy '72 It had four on the floor, 120 it would do And I remember Marvin Gaye singing Let's get it on There was a war baby somewhere across the sea I didn't want to go to fight girl 'cause you were reall loving me But I remember Martin Luther King Lord he was the man baby who gave us all a dream And I remember Marvin Gaye singing Let's get it on Lord he made me so strong I remember Marvin Gaye singing Let's get it on We used to have sweet music in the park Way up in Monterrey they sang througout the dark And you used to wear girl that gypsy dress When you stroll on by all the boys they want a chance And I remember Marvin Gaye singing Let's get it on He made my love so strong I remember Otis Redding Sitting on the dock of the bay Oh lord he went away I remember Sam Cooke singing Bring it on home to me From your love I can be free I remember Elvis Presley and the blues suede shoes Lord they give me the blues I remember Marvin Gaye singing Let's get it on |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
I see the light in your eyes
It's getting dimmer everyday I feel the bitter cut of your tongue, so lacking in it' grace And the sadness on your tattooed face It seems to me my dear When we are face to face The truth is a rare prey No matter how many tears Are locked up inside you like pounding fear And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you Time never comes back And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue (chorus) Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da Turn off the waterworks baby, They don't move me no more You've got my boots but I'm already Standing out side your door And there's nothing left that we can repair anymore It's good that I remembered, before you forget I give you my heart, but you wanted my head And there's nothing, nothing we don't deserve And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you Time never comes back And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue Chorus Now there's a knucklehead, I had it painted red Standing alone in the yard We won't be riding together no more girl Believe me, I take it hard I take it hard, I take it hard, I take it hard And contrary to desire, Like the reverse of me and you Time never comes back And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue Chorus out |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
I closed the door on a Hong Kong man
He made his living selling heroin I checked the cactus it don't need no water TV set it was quite a salaughter Slam the hood down on the Plymoth Roadrunner Put the cigar out I don't like the smell or the flavor Check your mirror and then check your radiator Where we going, where we going Over the Border I caught a plane out of Cincinnati He was a third generation pimp kind of pretty He laughed as he asked me for a favor I put a 9mm in his ear and said I see you later Slam the hood down on the Plymoth Roadrunner Put the cigar out I don't like the smell or the flavor Check your mirror and then check your radiator Where we going, where we going Over the Border All you really needed was to be somebody They took the kindness from your eyes That's the break how you like them 30 years on the highway running I've got a trunk full of guns no love and no woman So I sleeped into this bar in downtown Miami There is a cocaine czar making lot's of money Check the safety on both your ouzi's 30 seconds later it's a kind of gooey Slam the hood down on the Plymoth Roadrunner Put the cigar out I don't like the smell or the flavor Check your mirrors and then check your radiator Where we going, where we going Over the Border Where we going, where we going Over the Border |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
I jused to watch you Jules LeBlanc
When you thought no one was around I watched you walk down to the bayou's edge And gently lay your body down Your secret was my secret And it was all that I could do to keep it Keep it to myself and the power that I felt But somebody must have seen And burned a sacred candle in my name Because now there's a spell on me And I'm caught up in your purgatory chain They found a body just this morning Out behind St. Genevieve That's the sacred place I won't let them desecrate The shrine you built for me Because your secret is still my secret And if it means I'll have to lose my life to keep it I'll take it to my grave for the love we never made Because somebody followed me and Spoke a lover's curse into our flame But now I can't runaway Because I'm caught up in your purgatory chain I'm on fire … I'm moanin' mmm….Yeah Your secret is still my secret And it have to lose my life to keep it I'll take it to my grave for the love we never made But somebody must have seen And burned a sacred candle in my name Because now there's a spell on me And I'm caught up in your purgatory chain I'm your slave you've got me chained No matter how far you go No matter where you're headed When you get there I will be there Waiting waiting in the rain Your secret is still my secret And if it means I'll have to lose my life to keep it I'll take it to my grave For the love we never made But somebody must have seen And burned a sacred candle in my name Because now there's a spell on me And I'm caught up in your purgatory chain I'm your slave You've got me chained |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
As I went out walking
One fine summer morning The birds in the bushes Did whistle and sing The lads and the lassies In couples were courting Going back to the factory Their work to begin I spied one among them She was fairer than most Her cheeks like the red rose That blooms in the spring Her hair like the lily Thet grows in yon valley She was only a hard working Factory Girl I steps up aside her more closely to feel her She says my young man Don't stare me so She said I've got gold in my pocket And silver as well No more will I answer That factory call Now the years have all passed From the days of our youth Our home is now teeming With children at play Life goes on in the village You can still hear the whistle Hey there goes the lad With his factory girl |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
58 in Paris in the pouring rain
I saw the sweet life going down the drain The Adonis of the horn standing in the door way Bayonet fixed waiting for the dealer And his current trick Chet was god and I was just 15 And he was already dead inside his dream (corus) Jazz man, Jazz man Blowing the blues away Jazz man, Jazz man Don't blow yourself away On Broadway New York When I was being re-burn At the Copper Rail With Philly Joe on the drums Rapping about how he could stop the war You know the one that's still going on Up in Harlem and Vietnam Nothing changed as far as I can see They just upped the tempo And changed the melody (chorus) Within the tiny room In which this child grew up The family we got our dreams From a silver cup Live from the Paladium Sunday night TV Billie I believe you were singing judt for me She was dying a little everyday You touched me in my solitude Lady Day Keep a talking (chorus x 2) |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
I'm a war child raised from the ashes radium
The sunlight burns my eyes so I pray for the night to come In the back row darkness I burst my bubble Because it's there that misfits like me can stay out of trouble (chorus) I live in a black and white world I love those black and white movies You see when you're not of this earth It's not so easy to move me Me Mike and Mickey were hiding from the daylight Salivating at the femme fatale her dress is so tight She whispers in my ear as we dance to white jazz You got a light baby when she knows that's all I've ever had (chorus) Precious white milk skin black and blue bruises In the backseat of a cab full of rhythem and blueses We go uptown downtown looking for Louis Galanka He's going to get us false passports man and we can Sail off to Casa Blanca (chorus) I'm not afraid of dying anymore Because it's the only chance I've got to meet my maker And it's the opportunity I've been waiting for To say hello and hats off to Josephine Baker That girl is living in a black and white world I love those black and white movies You see when you're not of this earth It's not so easy to move me Black white world black white movies You see when you're not of this earth It's not so easy to move me Late at night, black and white Black white black white Black and white |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
Everyone is trying to get to the bar
The name of the bar is heaven The band in heaven they play my favorite song They play it once again they play it all night long (chorus) Heaven is a place Where nothing ever happens Heaven is a place Where nothing ever happens There's a party everybody's there Everybody leaves at exactly the same time It's hard to imagine nothing could so exciting (chorus) Blue neon shines down on Edward Harper street Where from time to time those familiar faces they meet Why look over there there's the two Jimmie's and the Janis And upon a small stage a piano player plays And lady sings's the blues with a white gardenia in her blue black hair Her voice is like smoke drifting through the air And from time to time when I'm alone my mind drifts there Oh that this moment could last forever When the kiss is over it will start again It will not be any different it will be exactly the same It's hard to imagine that nothing at all Could be so exciting could be so much fun (chorus) |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
(oral intro)
You recall Big Red? He spent most of his life out on the road Searching for that enigmatic devil slide, but he could never forget What Muddy said. Glass is best. We was on that midnight train, driving to San Sebastian Spain When he took a dead bottle of Beaujolais, Slipped his ring finger into it's neck and broke off the remains. Then he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and said, "Eric, look out here comes the devil slide". The devil's on the loose Waving his brand new pitch fork He's still looking good He's been polishing his horns In order to bleed souls Even those who have never been born The devil's on the loose Riding in a brand new car With a suit and tie and a Japanese cellular He goes to church and prays But he knows that faith don't come in jar (chorus) The devil's on the loose Stirring his cauldron of bliss And we taste the flavor Not knowing we're already a part of this At the doors of every house The dogs begin to bark The devil's on the loose and his eyes Can see in the dark He's going to give you double of everything You never asked for The devil's on the loose Excited to have a new start He preserves his tail And loans out his two big hearts One to keep you busy And the other to tear you apart (chorus) The devil's on the loose And we're stuck in the middle of his game We're talking it over But nobody knows what they're saying So let's make love baby I'll see you some old sunny day |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
Broken records on the ground
Paris traffic spinning round and round So I stood there with James Brown A king in a cape of Saturn He's the man with the golden voice And for him there can be no real choise And the years of all the screaming fans Within the years of gladness (chorus) For we are hungry for what is real There will always be a need for us to feel There will always be something beyond this Cold steel workaday world All computer systems go now And the beat is moving slower now But you stood there like a boxing pro And took off for the stars Cause there is one thing you should know now That your spirit can't be broken And the memory is so sweet To see you alive and kicking (chorus) For we are hungry for what is real There will always be a need for us to feel There will always be something beyond this Cold steel workaday world This Cold Steel World |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
Crazy lazy days back in The UK
Art school we wore a gang sweatshirt Guess what it said My political stance was to get people to dance And still stand by it today John Lee Hooker for president When I was 25 and so full of life John Lee took me by the hand In a GTO we did go into the fiery heart of a ghetto land Living in a land where a man is no man Until he's been to hell and back One thing you've got to understand You can't kill the boogieman They're placing bets on John but don't listen I tell everybody as long as you're around The blues will always be living Can't kill the boogieman Can't kill the boogieman Can't kill the boogieman No Lord his ever shaking hand a buzz around the room The power of a serpent in his finger Relax release and let your mind drift away You've got to be saved Boogie the night away Can't kill the boogieman (x3) You know what they're talking about John Your birthday I get to play I tell everybody as long as you're around The blues will be living that's what's coming down Can't kill the boogieman (x4) So I got down the road and that's my tale Nobody knows me but they all know John Healing hand one thing you've got to understand Can't kill the boogieman Boogie boogie all night long All night blues and this is what the boogie can do for you Can't kill the boogieman |
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from Eric Burdon - My Secret Life (2004)
(Spoken)
This is my confession it came to me late last night I want you to understand baby you are my secret life (Sung) I saw you this morning you where moving so fast Can't seem to loosen my grip on the past But I miss you so much and there's no one in sight And we're still making love In my secret life I smile when I'm angry and I cheat and I lie I do what I have to do get by But I know what is wrong And I know what is right And I die for the truth In my secret life I look in the papers it makes you want to cry Nobody cares if the people live or die And the dealer wants you thinking That it's either black or white Thank God it's not that simple In my secret life I bite my lip and I bite when I'm told From the latest hits to the wisdom of old But I'm always alone and my heart is like ice And it's so crowded and cold In my secret life In My Secret Life (In My Secret Life) In My Secret Life (In My Secret Life) Dream will come true (In My Secret Life) In My Secret Life (In My Secret Life) In My Secret Life |
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from Mr. 3000 (미스터 3000) by John Powell [ost] (2004)
Why can't we be friends ×4
I seen ya around for a long long time I really remember you when you drank my wine Why can't we be friends ×4 I'd seen ya walkin' down in Chinatown I called ya but you could not look around Why can't we be friends ×4 I pay my money to the welfare line I see ya standing in it every time Why can't we be friends ×4 The color of your skin don't matter to me As long as we can live in harmony Why can't we be friends ×4 I'd kinda' like to be the president So I could show you how your money's spent Why can't we be friends×4 Sometimes I don't speak right But yet I know what I'm talking about Why can't we be friends ×4 I know you're working for the CIA They wouldn't have you in the mafia Why can't we be friends ×반복 |
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from Eric Burdon & War - Love Is All Around (2009)
I was born in a dump
My mother died My daddy got drunk They Left me here To die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road I Grew up in a rusty shack All I ever owned babe Was hangin' on my back Lord above know How much I loathe This mean ol' place called Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road But it's home yes The only life I've ever known And the lord knows How much I loathe Tobacco Road (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) I'm talkin' 'bout road (Road, Road, Road) I'm talkin' 'bout that road (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Everybody's got one (Road, Road, Road) Everybody's got some (Road, Road, Road) Everybody's got feel one (Road, Road, Road) Everybody remember (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) But it's home mmm The only life this boy has ever known And the lord knows How much I loathe Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) I'm gonna leave (Road, Road, Road) And get myself a job (Road, Road, Road) With the help (Road, Road, Road) And the grace from above (Road, Road, Road) I'll get me some dynamite (Road, Road, Road) And I'll get me a crane (Road, Road, Road) And I'll blow it all up, tear it down (Road, Road, Road) Start all over again (Road, Road, Road) And I'll build me a town (Road, Road, Road) I'll be proud to show (Road, Road, Road) And I'll keep the name (Road, Road, Road) And I'll keep the name (Road, Road, Road) And I'll keep the name Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road Tobacco Road You're dirty and you're filthy But I love you 'Cause you're my home, baby You are my home The only life I've ever known You are my home You are my home Yes, you're my home Ya hear me, you're my home You're my home Yes it's home, yes The only life I've ever known And the lord knows How much I loathe Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Tobacco Road, yeah (Road, Road, Road) Do it again, ya feel a thing (Road, Road, Road) Do it again, ya feel a thing (Road, Road, Road) |
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from Eric Burdon & War - Love Is All Around (2009)
Well, I'm goin' up, up on Magic Mountain.
Well, I'm goin' so high, we're gonna touch the sky. Drink a little water, up on Magic Mountain. Peace and love, love, love, for you and I. Yes, we're goin' high, high, high, high on Magic Mountain. We're goin' high, high, high and never comin' down, no, no. Yes, we're goin' high, high, high, high on Magic Mountain. We're goin' high, high, high and never comin' down, no, no. Walk in the sun, up on Magic Mountain, Red mountain wine, everybody laughs. When the day is done, up on Magic Mountain, Feeling fine, fine, fine, rollin' in the grass. Yes, we're goin' high, high, high, high on Magic Mountain. We're goin' high, high, high and never comin' down, no, no. We're goin' high, high, high, high on Magic Mountain. We're goin' high, high, high and never comin' down, no, no. See the clouds floatin' past, Just like our troubles, it's a thing of the past. Poor people way down below, That's one place I never let you go. You'll be my baby, we will never come down, Be my queen, you can wear that crown, Visit my kingdom, it belongs to all, Stay up here, and we can fall, fall, fall, fall. We're goin' high, high, high, high on Magic Mountain. We're goin' high, high, high and never comin' down, no, no. (Ooo) We're goin' high, high, high, high on Magic Mountain. Yes. We're goin' high, high, high and never comin' down, no, no. I like it up here, up on this mountain. I said lord no, no, I ain't never comin' down, no, no. (Ooo) Just you and me baby, up on this mountain. Yes. We're goin' high, high, high and never, never, never comin' down. (Ooo) Just you and me baby, up on this mountain, Oh lord, no. Ow! Never comin' down, no, no, no, no, no. Oh people, walk around this mountain, no, no, baby, no, Hand-in-hand, baby, never comin' down, no, no. (Ooo) Let me make love to you, right on this mountain, Lord! People! I ain't never, never, never comin' down. I love you baby, up on this mountain. Ow! Forget about tomorrow, Lord, I ain't never comin' down, no, no. The time is now, up on this mountain. |
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from Casino (카지노) [ost] (1996)
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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music is what we like to play
all day all day all day all day all day to soothe your soul down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around to soothe your mind down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around lets have a picnic go to the park rolling round till long after dark down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around lets have a picnic go to the park rolling round till long after dark down at the beach or a party in town making love or just riding around best of war cd -lyrics all day music lets have a picnic go to the park rolling in the grass till long after dark down at the beach |
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Slippin' into darkness
Take my mind beyond the dreams I was slippin' into darkness Take my mind beyond the dreams Where I talk to my brother, oh, oh, oh Who never said their name Slippin' into darkness When I heard my mother say I was slippin' into darkness When I heard my mother say (Hey, what'd she say? What'd she say?) You been slippin' into darkness, oh, oh, oh Pretty soon you're gonna pay, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine We met down on the fort of Rio Grande We met down on the fort of Rio Grande Eat the salted peanuts out of can Eat the salted peanuts out the can The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel Chased a gringo last night through a field Chased a gringo last night through a field The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine {fade} |
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Zoom Zoom Zooooom
Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zooooom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom As I sit... In my four cornered room As I sit... In my four cornered room I knew we met each other this morning for a reason Thinking, talking, we've worked out our problems Looked like we should have better days in front Just because we took our time to think and talk For a much better understanding As I sit... In my four cornered room As I sit... In my four cornered room As I sit... In my four cornered room As I sit... In my four cornered room As we sit here in my four cornered room I can feel all y'allz deepest emotions I know I can't talk right But I'm feeling something in the depths of my soul I can understand where you're coming from Y'all coming from my four cornered room That four cornered room y'all |
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They call
They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man 'Cause I don't stay in one place too long I'm searchin' for a brand new world To make and call my home I gotta find a friend, a nice sharp baby I gotta find a friend, a nice sharp baby To make my home oh, yeah To make my home 'Cause I'm a gypsy man Yes, I'm a gypsy man Oh, I'm a gypsy man |
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Me and baby brother
Used to run together Me and baby brother Used to run together Welcome one another Headed for the corner Welcome one another Headed for the corner Shiftin on his mind Is like drinking funky wine By the river Chippin on his mind Is like drinking funky wine By the river Me and baby brother Used to run together Me and baby brother Used to run together Welcome one another Headed for the corner Welcome one another Headed for the corner I remember the day We used to fight together I remember the day, yeah We used to fight together Me and baby brother Used to run together Me and baby brother Used to run together Hang on, baby brother, oh They call it law and order Hey, hey, hey Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Your my baby brother Your my baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Your my baby brother Your my baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother |
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Don't let no one, no one get you down
Cause if they do, if they do I'll be around I want you near standing here by my side So my dear wipe those tears from your eyes Don't let no one, no one get you down Cause if they do, if they do, I'll be around I wanna see you round me all the time I want you to know that I am yours and you are mine Don't let nobody get you down Don't let nobody get you down I'll keep you free I'll bring you up, never down You keep me happy all the time You keep me happy, happy, all the time You you you you you you, you blow my mind |
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All my friends know the Low Rider.
The low rider is a little higher. Low Rider drives a little slower. Low Rider is a real goer. Hey Low Rider knows every street, yeah. Low Rider is the one to meet, yeah. Low rider don't use no gas, now. Low rider don't drive to fast. Take a little trip, take a little trip, Take a little trip pasy. Take a little trip, take a little trip, Take a little trip with me. |
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I dreamed of a place
That is always on my mind (On my mind) It's where the blue waters run Down the mountain-side to the sea (Hey) In Mazatlan In Mazatlan In Mazatlan In Mazatlan You've never seen such a sight Who makes the day of the night The wonders your eyes behold In little Mexico so Your joy you cannot control (Arriba) |
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Why can't we be friends ×4
I seen ya around for a long long time I really remember you when you drank my wine Why can't we be friends ×4 I'd seen ya walkin' down in Chinatown I called ya but you could not look around Why can't we be friends ×4 I pay my money to the welfare line I see ya standing in it every time Why can't we be friends ×4 The color of your skin don't matter to me As long as we can live in harmony Why can't we be friends ×4 I'd kinda' like to be the president So I could show you how your money's spent Why can't we be friends×4 Sometimes I don't speak right But yet I know what I'm talking about Why can't we be friends ×4 I know you're working for the CIA They wouldn't have you in the mafia Why can't we be friends ×반복 |
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Me get high off the sunshine
Me gettin' high off the sunshine Every day's the same, me groovin' Every day's the same, me groovin' Got no time, keep movin' Got no time, keep me movin' Me get high off the sunshine Me gettin' high off the sunshine L.A. is my home town It's a funky town L.A. is my home town It's a funky town Get on down, get on down, get on down Get on down, get on down, get on down In my funky town, in my funky town Me get high off the sunshine Me gettin' high off the sunshine Me get high off the sunshine Me gettin' high off the sunshine L.A. is my home town It's a funky town L.A. is my home town It's a funky town Get on down, get on down, get on down Get on down, get on down, get on down In my funky town, in my funky town Get on down, get on down, get on down Get on down, get on down, get on down In my funky town, in my funky town Get on down, get on down, get on down Get on down, get on down, get on down |
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