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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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Альбом Cher


The Sonny Side of Chér (1966)
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I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now he's gone I don't know why
And 'til this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

. . .


She left her neighborhood in which
Everyone was filthy rich
She left her parents at home
And strayed with a bagabond
Who made vows of love she never heard
And she believed his every word
She left no forwarding address
She just took her youth and happiness
And with the boy she vanished in
The secret sweetness of their sin

[Chorus:]
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime still green
Laying there by the road

He told her love-demanded space
So they roam place to place
Although she realized she sinned
She threw caution to the wind
As she followed him around
While he slowly dragged her down
So overpowering was the love
That he had made
It captured all the young girl's hearts
And soul and mine
In another words love drove her blind

[Chorus]

Too much emotion for a girl
She let her heart become her world
A world that God has never wrought
That brought us under we are taught
Had she'd been wise and she had known
She could of fed him love alone
She should've know the day would come
When he would quit her for fun
He needed fresh young meat to carve
And left her heart and mind to starve

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Frank Sinatra

Where do you go
When it starts to rain
Where will you sleep
When the night time comes
What do you do
When your heart's in pain
Where will you run
When the right time comes
These are the things
That I want to know
Where will you hide
When the lights are low
Where do you go
When it starts to rain
Where will you sleep
When the night time comes




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Our day will come
And we'll have everything
We'll share the joy
Falling in love can bring
No one can tell me
That I'm too young to know
I love you so and you love me

Our day will come
If we just wait a while
No tears for us,
Think love and wear a smile
Our dreams have magic
Because we'll always stay
In love this way,
Our day will come

If we just wait a while
Our dreams have magic
Because we'll always stay
In love this way,
Our day will come
Will come
Will come

. . .



You might wake up some morning
To the sound of something moving
Pass your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'd met the fleeting glimpse
Of someone's fading shadows

Out on a new horizon
You may see the boat in motion
Of a distant carib wind
And if you need press your ear
You might hear footsteps running
Through an open meadow

CHORUS:
Do be so concern it will not harm you
It's only mistress doing something
I'm not sure of
Cross my dreams with myths and wonders
I'll take the brightest elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps echo softly
Through the distant, from canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran safely after something to believe in

You might have see me running
Through the long abandon ruins
Of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something
They're the brightest path to follow close
I remember dreaming

Chorus



. . .


Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime
In your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say Beware doll
You're bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
For your next meal

How does it feel, How does it feel
To be without a home,
With no direction known,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school
All right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used
To get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you
How to live on the street
And now you find out
You're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp
But now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, How does it feel
To be without a home,
Like a complete unknown,
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see
The frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down
And did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people
Get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse
With your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything
He could steal

How does it feel, How does it feel
To be without a direction known,
Without a home
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone?

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Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white folk play
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day

Don't look up and don't look down
Ya don't dast make the white boss frown
Bend your knees and bow your head
And pull that rope until you're dead

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white man boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the old stream that I long to cross
[End Of Intro]

Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin'

He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along

He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton
And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along

You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail

I gets weary and so sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin'
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along

. . .


COME TO YOUR WINDOW
WRITER BOB LIND

I'm leaving in the quiet early morning
When night has left the sky
Before the dew is dry
But it's not like it used to be
I'm leaving you this warning
You're gonna live to see the day
You long for me
Come to your window
It ain't too late to come
Into your side again
Don't make me believe you
Before you let me have
A chance to try again
Or I'll be gone before
You ever know you're losing me
I know I've made mistakes
That bought you sorrow
But baby, keep in mind
You're not right all the time
Don't let me go away
To face a new tomorrow
Back where you bought me from
When I was glad to come
[Chorus:]
Come to your window
Look down and see the teardrops
In my desperate eyes
Look how I need you
I got to find a way to make you realize
That you are casting out
The deepest love you'll ever know
Please don't close your ears
To what I'm saying
Before I ride away into the early day
I spent the lonesome evening hours praying
That you will change your mind
And try me one more time
Come to your window
Before our love comes crashing
Into pieces on the ground
Don't let it happen
I promise you this time
I'll never let you down
Give me a cause to come
To your lonesome arms again
[Chorus]

. . .


Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes a-a-h!

When she walks she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes a-a-h!

Ooh but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
I smile but she doesn't see
She never sees me

Ooh but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks ahead not at me

Tall and tan and young and lonely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
I smile but she doesn't see

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It's not unusual to be love by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
When I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry
I wanna die

It's not unusual to go out at anytime
When I see you out and about it's such a crime
If you should ever want to be love by anyone
It's not unusual it happens every day
No matter what you say
You'll find it's happens all the time
Love will never do whatcha you want it to
Why can't this crazy love be mine

It's not unusual to be mad at anyone
It's not unusual to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you have changed at anytime
It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you


. . .


Some people run
Some people crawl
Some people don't even move at all
Some roads leads forward
Some leads back
Some roads are bathed in white
Some are wrapped fearful black

[Chorus:]
Time oh time
Where did you go
Time oh good good time
Where did you go

Some people never get
Some never give
Some people never die
And some never live
Some folks treat me mean
Some treat me kind
Most folks just go their way
Don't pay me no mind

[Chorus]

Sometmes I'm satsify
Sometimes I'm not
Sometimes my face is cold
Sometimes it is hot
Sometimes I laugh
Sunrise I cry
Midnight I'm in between
And wondering why

. . .


WRITERS MARGUERITE MONNOT, GEORGES MOUSTAKI, B.G. LEWIS

Raise the window
Its getting hot in here
All these breathers
And all of these suckers
Shake my hand now
Pleased to meet you but
Skin is pretty
But underneath you're a monster
Are we friends now
Am I your brother
Can we bleed together
Are we lovers
Let's sew our pants together
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Let's climb right in forever
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then won't we all be so clever
If we sew our pants together
Wake the next morning
One below the waist
But you want poached eggs
And I want to go to the bathroom
What do we do now
What do we make of this
Can my blood flow
Apart from your stitch
Let's sew our pants together
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Let's climb right in forever
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then won't we all be so clever
If we sew our pants together
Lets set our hair on fire
Lets throw our hearts in the mire
Lets sell our eggs to any buyer
We've made a liar of desire
Lets sew our pants together
Lets sew our pants together
We've made a liar of desire
We've made a liar of desire
We've made a liar of desire
We've made a liar of desire

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