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Cher
Cher


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Настоящее имя Cherilyn Sarkissian LaPiere Bono Allman
Дата рождения 20 мая 1946 г.
Место рождения El Centro, California, United States
Откуда Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Pop
Rock
Folk
Dance-Pop
Disco
Pop Rock
Годы 1965—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
Geffen Records
Atco Records
MCA Records
Imperial Records
Casablanca Records
Warner Music Group
См. также Sonny & Cher
Sonny Bono
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Cherished (1977)
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He'll sail on with the summer wind
That blows on this same day
Everybody calls him Pirate
Dark and handsome in his own way
And the fire in his eyes
Lit all the fire inside of me
And soon you were feeling
So much more than the wind and waves and sea

Chorus:
Pirate I'm gonna take your soul
I only want the right to love you
I know the sea won't let you go
Pirate, my love will only chain you down
So just know how much I love you
And then turn that ship around

Every time that he'd sail back to me
We'd fall in love again
And my face would fill with wonder
At all the places that he's been
But I knew his sweetest love song
Was when he heard the trade winds blow
And I loved him way too much
To tell the secret he should know

Chorus

Now as I watch in silence
Another young man goes to sea
And his silhouette is stirrin' up
A painful memory
And I know his heart is set to sail
But mine is set to cry
Cause I feel as the way I did
The day is Daddy said goodbye
I told him

Chorus

. . .


A crowd made the magic happen
The band made the music play
I can close my eyes and see him there
Just like it was yesterday
It was just another party
Till he walked in all alone

And I read the message in his eyes
It said: "Honey, I'll take ya home"
So I took him back to my place
And I knew that he would stay
And he held me and he loved me
Till we loved the night away

[Chorus:]
He was beautiful
In the daylight of the morning sun
His golden hair had come undone
So beautiful
He touched me with his fingertips
He bended close, I kissed his lips
So beautiful

It was easy for me to say goodbye
Watch him walk right out the door
Tellin' myself I'd forget his face
Like all the other times before
And I was halfway through the afternoon
When I knew that I was wrong

He was spinning around inside my head
Like some old familiar song
So maybe some night while the music plays
Though I don't know where or when
I'll be walking into some crowded room
And I'll see his face again

. . .


WAR PAINT AND SOFT FEATHERS

They were from two warring tribes
So their love could never be
He was a painted Apache
And she was a Cherokee
He was stealing her father's horses
When he saw her standing there
Moon braided bits of silver
All through her long black hair
[Chorus:]
War paint and soft feathers
Love was meant to be
Even though he was Apache
She was a blue-eyed Cherokee
War paint and soft feathers
Under the pale moon light
Doing what tribal laws forbid
As drums brought the silence of the night
His strong arms circled round her waist
His headband touched her brow
They were of two different tongues
But their lips met anyhow
Next to a small oak tree
Crossed spears forbid their love
There'd been no peace between their tribes
Long as eagles soar above
[Chorus]
Now the leaves have fallen to the ground
Over and over again
From the small oak tree grown taller
Where once crossed spears had been
A young man rides his pinto horse
And he stands there tall and free
The son of a wild Apache
And a blue-eyed Cherokee
[Chorus x2]

. . .


Put a lid on it
What's that you say?
Put a lid on it
Oh man, no way
Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right.
Put a lid on it
Don't hand me that
Put a lid on it
I'm all right, Jack
Put a lid down on it, before somebody starts a fight.

Say, every time I turn it loose you cats Come down and cook my goose
When I start I just can't stop
But if you keep this up you're gonna blow your top!
Put a lid on it
Too late this time
Put a lid on it
I've got to get what's mine
Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right.

Well, grab your drink and clear a space I think it's time to torch
this place
Now the girl's in overdrive
But some of your pals want to stay alive!
I'll put a lid on it
I'll put a lid down on it
Save it for another night

. . .


She's just a secretary
At a small recording firm
When it comes to music
There ain't nothing she can't learn

And everything she lives and breathes
Is written on an album sleeve
She can tell you who's hot
Who will make it and who will not

[Chorus:]
She loves to hear the music
She's got every lyric down
She loves to hear them say
She's got the greatest ears in town

Hangs around a studio
Ain't a rock star she don't know
Sometimes they take her home
But she always wakes up alone

Men that want to marry her
Never satisfied
In rythms that she hears
All that keeps her high

So they turn around and go
And leave her by her radio
She didn't love 'em anyway
Not like she loves the men who play

[Chorus]

She's there at every studio
The first to come, the last to go
Sometimes they take her home
But she always wakes up alone

Years will not be kind to her
Her world is for the young
Bands that played so tightly and knit
Will soon become unstrung

She'll be just another face
Out of town and out of place
When the songs revive again
She'll come to life and tell them when

[Chorus]

She could of been somebody's wife
Music men destroyed her life
Each night she took one home
But she always woke up alone

. . .


Seven thousand miles to Paris
Nine hundred miles to Rome
And I'm goin' every mile to find
My piece of mind at home
This infatuatio is driving me insane
To make my reservation
On the next L.A. plane
Make me high, make me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I'm tired of the pouring rain
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a Southern California morning
Where I was born, boy I'm coming
I'm coming home to you
He look so fine in Europe
On all the posters and the brochures
I thought they promised something more
Than what was mine and yours
Well I was looking for excitement
On every boat and train
But all I saw were unfamiliar faces in the rain
Get me high, get me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I'm tired of this pouring rain
I'm tired of just passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a Southern California morning
Where I was born, babe I'm coming
I'm coming home to you
And now nothing look better in my mind
Than your warm and loving face
And all these miles have taught me
That your loved can't be replaced
Get me high, get me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I'm tired of this pouring rain
I'm tired of just passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a Southern California morning
Where I was born, babe I'm coming
I'm coming home to you

. . .


Again evening finds me at your door
Here to ask you just once more
If we could try again
I don't know quite what to say
Never was too good that way
So won't you help me again

I don't know what made me leave
If you just take me back you see
How much I love you

Again don't stand crying in the door
If you believe your eyes once more
You see I'll never lie again

. . .



When I was a little girl in Dixie
I used to chase the fireflies
Then I grew up and started chasing the guys
Teenage romance what just the thing
Till I got in a family way
Now mama only working in a cheap café

CHORUS:
Waiting on tables and passing myself around
Dixie girl, you're the small talk
In a small talking town
I fall in love every day with someone
Who ends up just driving away
While I dreaming I with him
Going down that west bound highway

One night a man walks in and smiles
And orders coffee black
Took me for a ride in his brand new cadillac
Told me he loved me with all his heart
I told him I loved him too
He said goodbye Dixie, I'll be back for you

Chorus

Now all I do is read those Hollywood photograph magazines
Work my shifts for tips and live alone in my dreams
I'm a Dixie girl who prays some day she'll be a Delta queen
Fine a good man, who'll raise me and my baby

Chorus x 2



. . .


In a rented room
Above a Hollywood bar with my money gone
The ragged curtains blowing in the window
Lying hungry and alone
With no one to call, not even my folks
For the means to go on

Wondering if I lose my nerve
Or answer the phone
When the desk clerk calls to say
A stranger's on his way
Up the stairs to share my bed
Will I stay or slip away

I know an actress has to make sacrifices
But what a price to pay
And when I called my agent today
The conversation went this way

[Chorus:]
Send in anyone from Metro or Warners
Leave a call from me
Well then what about Paramount or NBC
You say there's nothing today
Just an interesting gentleman caller
With a burning request
I said send the man over, I guess
With a script and the cash

Just some poor white trash
From a bayou town and a driftwood shack
I was craddled by a Cajun Mama
Deserted by a Cherokee dad

Then at seventeen a Georgia drifter came
And we made it to L.A.
And when I called my agent today
The conversation went this way

[Chorus]

Now I hear footsteps out in the hall
Mama's pictures turned to the wall
A young actress must give her all
Pay her dues, play her role

. . .


I could pass the evening here
Staring down into your eyes
Just forget there's a world somewhere outside
I kept my porch-light burning
So you could find my door
Felt so good to hear your footsteps
Walk across my bedroom floor

Chorus:

I knew that you were coming
By the thunderstorm last night
I swear I heard the north wind call your name
But a clear sky of blue stars
And the darling man you are
Makes it feel so good lying here next to you

This dusty town has needed rain
Like I've been needing you
So hold me tight as only you can do
By the light of just one candle
I feel your warm hands touching me
While our shadows move together
In the sweetest harmony

(chorus)(repeat twice)

. . .


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