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Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson


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Настоящее имя Brian Douglas Wilson
Дата рождения 20 июня 1942 г.
Место рождения Inglewood, California, United States
Жанры Rock
Pop
Годы 1961—н.в.
Лейблы Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Caribou Records
См. также The Beach Boys
Сайт Website



Альбом Brian Wilson


Orange Crate Art (1995)
1995
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Orange crate art was a place to start
Orange crate art was a world apart
Home for two with view of Sonoma
Where there's aroma and heart
Memories of her orange crate art

Orange crate table and a rockin' chair
Barnyard gate waiting some repair
Trust in fate and sweet inspiration
You could go bust to replace
Just what is here by the case

Hear the lonesome locomotion roar
Hobo hop on if you dare
And it rolls where grapes of wrath are stored
Stops on a bracero's prayer

On the dawn of a vintage cruise
Calms the wine of this rendezvous
Room for two in view of Sonoma
Back when Ramona had heart
Memories of her orange crate art

Room for two in view of Sonoma
Back when Ramona had heart

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When I desire company
I leave my footprints on the sand by a reckless sea
Hoping you'd come to me
And we'll explore what might have been
And leave the shore and give this tired old world a spin
When my ship will come in
Sun up we'll sail away the day that my ship comes in
Fast as the highest mast can take us to you
Any old where but here
Look at this paradise for two
Sky in a sea that's twice as blue
It all waits for me and you when my ship comes in

You go and get the telephone
Give it a real good yank and thank God we're all alone
In a tropical zone
While we surround the carribe
At every port a third world orders new (epizene?)
From that aqua marine

We'll tell our kind and gentle friends
This is time to make amends
We'll send them a card that ends "till your ship comes in"
Sail away sail away
Just sail away
When my ship will come in
Sail away sail away
Just sail away
When my ship will come in

Oh island in the sun
What I don't know won't hurt me none
When all's said and done
When my ship will come in
At (perfect?) coast in harmony
We'll raise a toast to what's still left of my memory
When will my ship come in

We'll sail away sail away
Just sail away
When my ship will come in
We'll sail away sail away

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ooooo
Woh no no no no no no oooo
I had a love in every town
I swore that I would sooner die than ever settle down
Me and my hobo heart
Me and my hobo heart

Now look and see what love has done
My feet are rooted to the ground
Just when I wanna turn around and run
Me and my hobo heart
Me and my hobo heart

I look down the lonesome highway
A lover in every town
And I swore that I would far sooner die than
Settle down again
Then I asked myself a question
What places could I go to
What road could I take, what trip could I make
That wouldn't lead back, that wouldn't lead back
To You
Ahhhhh
Me and my hobo heart

And now my travelin' days are through
And ridin' horses in the sand
Or walkin' with you hand in hand will do
Me and my hobo heart
Me and my hobo heart

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Rain come down for days makes such thunder
This old house can't take that much more
And it just might take you and me under
Makin' such a great commotion
You could hear the clatter
Put the pots and pans on the floor
And just let it pour

In the tintinnabulation
You can hear the rain as it (rains?)
The whole wide world in great jubilation
Underneath the pitter patter
Say it doesn't matter
Somethin' say you feelin' ok
And just fly away

On the wings of a dove
You bring me my love
She's singin' so sadly
Wings lifting my love
She's drifting above
The push and the shove
On wings of a dove

Rain come down to wash away sorrow
This whole town is covered in gray
God let it rain my nights to tomorrow
Someone here in tribulation
Say does it matter
Someone say you feelin' ok
On one rainy day

On the wings of a dove
She's singin' of love
The thing we need badly
Things I wish I had
When she seems sad
I would sing gladly
On wings of a dove

Do do you
Do you
Do do you
Do you


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Wasn't so long ago
That every year your family
Would rent a house from June to Labor Day
Summer in Monterey
None of us wore no clothes
In Monterey our feet were bare
Our shorts were all we'd ever wear
And I would jump for joy that you were there

Take you to the movie show
Watching arm in arm
Used to hope the film would work its charm
Then
You and I we'd saunter home
Far behind the crowd
Linger longer than your ma and pa had allowed

Never in love before
We couldn't wait to be alone
To beat it to the Ocean View Cafe
That was our hideaway
Summer in Monterey

Monterey oh Monterey
Monterey oh Monterey
I would love the crazy world to always stay that way
Ocean breeze
Breaking seas
Out on the rocks around the windy curving bay
Summer in Monterey

Ocean breeze
Breaking seas
Out on the rocks around the windy curving bay

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Time to giddy-up doo wah diddy-up

San Francisco San Francisco
Her lover's arms were open wide
Where the gates of golden
Waits with charms unfoldin'
Hold that cable car up there with pride
I gotta ride (ride ride)

Giddy up down to
San Francisco San Francisco
Where love is true as time and tide
She was seventeen though
When I left from Reno
Like some Valentino
With my bride there by my side

I can't go from Cisco down to Frisco
How I'm missin' those days of yore (El Dorado)
Miss those frisky women raw rye whiskey with each kissin' we would
explore
El Dorado
For this desperado
Was gold in the dust
Like many a man in God do I trust
Gave up on El Dorado
So lost in my lust
Where love is not for sale
Out on the end of the
Trail

Time to giddy up doo wah diddy up
San Francisco San Francisco
Hope just like a candlestick in flame
Sportin' life did change her
Shore life rearranger
Brought her misfortune and shame

Roll on down the California flyway the highway I have known
I have known
Old mystery sunsets down on water
The soul of man unfold

Time to giddy up doo wah diddy up
San Francisco San Francisco
Hope there you'll find love is not for sale
Out at the end of
The trail

Gonna ride
Ride ride ride gonna ride
Gonna

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We painted inside and out with just a gallon of joy
We had the girl and the boy
And love was never a toy
Just like that old rusty Ford we restored out in back
It made that clickety-clack
Our new old house by the track
At her window was a touch of lavender lace
I remember her face
Too many rainbows to chase
Right through the cracks of the paint
Come the tracks of the train
Scatter like diamonds of rain
Down our old blacktop two lane

Hold back time
Don't talk about tomorrow
Tell that old clock on the wall
He'll just have to call it a day
Hold back time
When we're in each other's arms
We're in each other's arms
So hold back time

With that old country hymn spinning round in her brain
She kept her fancy for play
More than for fortune and fame
Now when we feel every wheel spinnin' steel on that track
We shake the dust off the sack
In our old house by the track

Hold back time
Don't talk about tomorrow
Tell that old clock on the wall
He'll just have to call it a day
Hold back time
When we're in each other's arms
We're in each other's arms
So hold back time

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I carry the torch for her in the orchard
Apples were last name
My Jeanine my Jeanine
Each tree would ignite with blossoms of white
And apple her hair enflame
My Jeanine my Jeanine
Jeanine in jean and calico
A streak of mean don't let it show
So when she tells her let her go
Her yes may mean no
I love her so
We would meander now hand in hand in
Our appalachian clime
My Jeanine my Jeanine
We bring in the spring and toss from the swing
Along apple blossom time
My Jeanine my Jeanine

Remember when life was North Carolina
Two bits for Cokes and jokes at the diner
Time was a magazine
My Jeanine
My Jeanine my Jeanine

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She slid on her dress under that melancholy moon
Somethin' to impress him hopin' he would be there soon
She gonna run away
He got a Chevrolet
She wanted Nat King Cole
He got a Jelly Roll
Whole lotta heart and soul
Saphron(?) and a river rat are rappin' at her door
Take her to a picture show she sure ain't seen before
She was a debutant
Give it just what she want
You tell her just where to go
Down to the drive in show
You be my riverboat

Movies is magic
Real life is tragic
Fundamental though it seems
When you're livin' in your dream
And you wake up it's over
Movies is magic
Real life is tragic
I regret I gotta say
It is time we get away
To the movies and magic

Cowboy dressed like injun popped right off that silver screen
Scarlet up like a jukebox for a dreamboat Delta Queen
Raindroppin' all around
Put up the top you clown
And turn on the Nat King Cole
Off with the rock and roll
To the movies and magic

Movies is (movies is) magic (magic)

Movies is magic
Real life is tragic
And as time goes by and by
You will often wonder why
To the day that you die
'Cause movies is magic

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This town goes down at sunset
When the hills start turning red
The streets roll up at eight o'clock
Everybody goes off to bed
Everybody goes off to bed

There's someone callin' someone names
You can hear a screen door slam
A car goes skatin' down the road
Everybody gets out of bed
Everybody gets out of bed

You took the key to my heart's door
And you set off on your own
I shook it off as a passing phase
Everybody must come back home
Everybody must come back home

This town gets up at daybreak
When the hills start turnin' blue
A whistle blows a rooster crows
Everybody's got things to do

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