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ELO
ELO


Информация
Откуда Birmingham, England, UK
Жанры Rock
Symphonic Rock
Pop Rock
Годы 1970—2001
Лейблы Epic Records
Columbia Records
Sony BMG Music Entertainment
Legacy Recordings
Jet Records
См. также Black Sabbath
Traveling Wilburys
The Move
The Idle Race
Wizzard
Violinski
ELO Part II
The Orchestra
Сайт Website
Состав
Jeff Lynne
Roy Wood
Bev Bevan
Бывшие участники
Colin Walker
Michael Edwards
Mike de Albuquerque
Richard Tandy
Mik Kaminski
Louis Clark
Kelly Groucutt
Hugh McDowell
Melvyn Gale



Альбом ELO


Electric Light Orchestra II (1973)
1973
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
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In Old England Town (Instrumental from the 2006 remastered edition)
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Baby, I Apologise (From the 2006 remastered edition)
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In Old England Town (Take 1, Alternate mix from the 2006 remastered edition)
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Roll Over Beethoven (Take 1 from the 2006 remastered edition)
. . .


Down, down, you can see them all
Rising gaily to the top
Keep on rising babe, you know you got a long drop
You better cling 'cause it's the done thing.

Down, down, at the Policemans Ball
They're all dancing in a line
Keep on gruntin' boys, you know you're doin fine
Come quickly I've been strangled.

Down, down, at the Military
They're all marching round and round
Keep them boots shined and that still upper lip down
Ablution Revolution.

Down, down, at the launching pad
Giant phallus stands erect
Ten thousand tons of waste throb then eject
Look out space, we're gonna change our place.

Down, down, in old England Town
There was air and now there's smoke
Let's build more cars and drive away before we choke
Suddenly it's always night-time.

Down, down, at that nice Trade Fair
All the money gone astray
Let's inflate this price and float away
Just you and me and everyone...

. . .


She came up from the country with a smile for everyone
She left her blue horizon just to find another home
A lonely girl who'd traveled many days
A lonely heart that could not find a way.

And she said, "Mama, it's a hard life now you're gone
Mama, it's so hard to carry on
And I feel I'm a fool who lost it all
You used to make it all so very clear
That life must go on though the end is near
Oh Mama, it's a sad and lonely life."

A misty morning rider she came wandering through the hills
A wanderin' soul appearin' over rainy windowsills
A loser in her heart, but in her face
A smile for everyone under God's grace.

And she said, "Mama, it's a hard life now you're gone
Mama, it's so hard to carry on
And I feel I'm a fool who lost it all
You used to make it all so very clear
That life must go on though the end is near
Oh Mama, it's a sad and lonely life."

Midnight maiden madness, what to search for in this place?
Gateway to the city, night sky shadows on her face
A lady lost in nowhere but her stare
Leaves the world, her life to start somewhere.

And she said, "Mama, it's a hard life now you're gone
Mama, it's so hard to carry on
And I feel I'm a fool who lost it all
You used to make it all so very clear
That life must go on though the end is near."

Mama, it's a hard life now you're gone
Mama, it's so hard to carry on
And I feel I'm a fool who lost it all
You used to make it all so very clear
That life must go on though the end is near...

. . .


Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today.

My temperature's rising, need a shot of rhythm & blues
Well, my heart's beating a rhythm, shakin' out rhythm & blues
Roll Over Beethoven
They're rocking in two by two.

CHORUS
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

Early in the morning I'm giving you my warning
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey, diddle diddle, gonna play my fiddle
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

She wiggles like a glow worm, dances like a spinning top
She got a crazy partner, you should of seen her reel & rock
Long as she got a dime
The music will never stop.

REPEAT CHORUS

Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven
Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven
Roll Over Beethoven, dig these rhythm & blues?

. . .


Listen to me sister, I got news from the governor
And he's heard people shouting from the towers in the city
While their babies grow in test tubes over night.

Run and fetch the priest, 'cause there's a light on in the building
And there's sounds blowin' out in the music of the night
And we should try to get the people out alive.

Movin' 'cross the ocean with the flag of death a-flyin'
And the demon butcher pointin' out the message on the tide
And the demon light a-sailin' by his side.

Stormin' down the airwaves comes the protest and the prayin'
And the love that shone down from the sun to the world
No longer could support the life it gave.

. . .


My my Kuiama, she came in the morning
She smiled but the tears on her little face
Showed the pain that had been in that far-off place
So sad, treated so bad.

My my Kuiama, don't break your heart tryin'
To say how your ma and your pa passed away
And they left you to wander the ruin and decay
Real mean, that bullet machine.

See here Kuiama, now ten thousand miles
Is a long, long way and you're here today
And you won't go back so you might say
Hello, how do you do?

Kuia, stop your cryin', there's no bombs a-fallin'
No horsemen in the night a-ridin' through your dreams
And tearing at your life
Baby goodnight.

No more silver rain will hit your ground
And no more guns will sound
And no more life be drowned
No more trenches where the soldiers lie
And no more people die
Beneath that big black sky.

Wake up Kuiama, I got somethin' to tell you
It's just that I mean, well, that is to say,
That I'm trying to explain but I'll start again,
For you, I must be true.

Kuia, in this country, they got rules with no reason
They teach you to kill and they send you away
With your gun in your hand, you pick up your pay
So cool, that no mercy tool.

Kuia, please believe me? I just couldn't help myself.
I wanted to run but they gave me a gun
And they told me the duty I owed to my Fatherland.
I made my stand.

Kuia, I just shot them, I just blew their heads open,
And I heard them scream in their agony
Kuiama, she waits there for me
True blue, you saw it through.

. . .

In Old England Town

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. . .


One, two, three, four...

Love my baby in the afternoon,
But she's crying, she's crying
Told my baby in the afternoon,
But she don't like it, she don't like it
Baby used to love me so.

Baby, I apologise
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now it's done
Baby, I apologise.

Love you in the morning, in the evening too
But she won't do what I want to
Kicked me out of my own front room
For my lyin', my dirty lyin'
Baby used to love me so.

Baby, I apologise
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now it's done
Baby, I apologise.

You know, my darling
I was a broken man
All my dreams had fell apart
And then a voice from above
Told me the truth of the world we live
And my darling, I'd just like to say one more time
Please come back.

Baby, I apologise
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now it's done
Baby, I apologise.

Love you in the morning, in the evening too
But she won't do what I want to
Kicked me out of my own front room
For my lyin', my dirty lyin'
Baby used to love me so.

Baby, I apologise
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now it's done
Baby, I apologise.

Baby, I apologise
For telling them dirty lies
I had my fun but now it's done
Baby, I apologise.

. . .

In Old England Town

[Нет текста]

. . .


Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today.

My temperature's rising, need a shot of rhythm & blues
Well, my heart's beating a rhythm, shakin' out rhythm & blues
Roll Over Beethoven
They're rocking in two by two.

CHORUS
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

Early in the morning I'm giving you my warning
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey, diddle diddle, gonna play my fiddle
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

She wiggles like a glow worm, dances like a spinning top
She got a crazy partner, you should of seen her reel & rock
Long as she got a dime
The music will never stop.

REPEAT CHORUS

Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven
Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven
Roll Over Beethoven, dig these rhythm & blues?

. . .


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