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Gary Moore
Gary Moore


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Настоящее имя Robert William Gary Moore
Дата рождения 4 апреля 1952 г.
Место рождения Belfast, Northern Ireland, UK
Дата смерти 6 февраля 2011 г.
Место смерти Estepona, Spain
Жанры Blues Rock
Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Blues
Jazz Fusion
Годы 1969—2011
См. также Thin Lizzy
Phil Lynott
Skid Row (Irish band)
Colosseum II
Greg Lake
Bruce-Baker-Moore
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Альбом Gary Moore


Live At The Marquee (1983)
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Dallas Warhead
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Listen to me woman,
I just think it's a sin.
I know you hear me knockin',
But you won't let me in.
Might be fine for you
Just to keep me hangin' round.
But if you don't open up this door,
I'm gonna kick it down.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's nowhere to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.

Listen,
You've been towing me to shore
For much too long.
But now I'm gonna pull you back
To where you belong.
Might be fine for you
Just to keep me hangin' round.
But if you don't open up this door,
I'm gonna kick it down.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's nowhere to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know,
That I know.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's no place to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's no place to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.

Only place that I know, yeah.

. . .


One, two, one-two-three-four.

You've got to be mean, you've got to be tough,
you don't need none of that pity stuff.
You've got to be hard or else you'll be done.
You have to take care of number one.
Don't come to me if you're out on the street.
I'll only tell you to get up on your feet.
Don't come to me if you feel you are through,
'cause I don't have the time to listen to you.

Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.

You've got to be smooth, you've got to be rough,
You don't need none of that pity stuff.
You've got to be cruel, forget bein' kind,
Or else they'll just take it and leave you behind.
Don't come to me if you're down on the ground.
If it's problems you've got, I don't need you around.
Don't come to me if your luck is in doubt,
'cause I won't even listen, I'll just kick you out.

Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me, yeah.

Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me.
Run to your mama, but don't come crying to me, yeah-yeah.

Run to your mama, don't you come crying to me.
Run to your mama, don't you come crying to me.
No, no, no, no.
Run to your mama, but don't you come crying to me, no.

. . .


I went down to the doctor,
It was just the other day.
My head was hangin' down,
'cause I'd been up for days dancin', dancin'.

Well, he wrote me a prescription
You will find at any store.
He said that "You're an idiot
Whose back out on the floor dancin', dancin."

Don't you feel like dancin',
Don't you feel like shakin'?
Don't you feel like movin'
Till your back is breakin'?
Don't you feel like rockin',
Don't you feel like rollin'?
Don't you feel like dancin',
Dancin' all night long?

I went 'round to see my sister
'cause my head was hangin' low.
She asked me what was shakin',
I said "Sister, don't you know
I've been dancin', dancin'."

She said "Willie, what's your problem,
Can you tell me what's the score?"
I said "I'd feel allright
Once I get out there on the floor dancin', dancin'."

Don't you feel like dancin',
Don't you feel like shakin'?
Don't you feel like movin'
Till your back is breakin'?
Don't you feel like rockin',
Don't you feel like rollin'?
Don't you feel like dancin',
Dancin' all night long?

Don't you feel like dancin',
Don't you feel like shakin'?
Don't you feel like movin'
Till your back is breakin'?
Don't you feel like rockin',
Don't you feel like rollin'?
Don't you feel like dancin',
Dancin' all night long?

Don't you feel like dancin',
Don't you feel like shakin'?
Don't you feel like movin'
Till your back is breakin'?
Don't you feel like dancin',
Don't you feel like shakin'?
Don't you feel like movin'
Till your back is breakin'?

Don't you feel like dancin', (don't you feel like dancin')
Don't you feel like shakin'? (don't you feel like dancin')
Don't you feel like movin', (don't you feel like dancin')
Till your back is breakin'? (don't you feel like dancin')
Don't you feel like rockin', (don't you feel like dancin')
Don't you feel like rollin'? (don't you feel like dancin')
Don't you feel like shakin', (don't you feel like dancin')
Till your back is breakin'? (don't you feel like dancin')
Aah, haa-haa.

. . .


How come, when she's cold
She can melt your heart?
And when she's so blond
It tears you apart.
She's making it clear,
But you don't see through her.

She's got you where she wants you now.
She's got you where she needs you now.

How come, when she's bad
That you feel so good?
You know you can head,
But it's understood.
You know when she's wrong,
But you tell her she's right.

She's got you where she wants you now.
She's got you where she needs you now.

Under her spell, under her thumb.
No place to hide, no place to run.

If she's your life,
How can she take your breath away
With just one look at her?
And if she's your world,
Why can't you tell your nights from day?
When she turns around,
Does she know when she's found her a fool.

She's got you where she wants you now.
She's got you where she needs you now.

She's got you where she wants you now.
She's got you where she needs you now.

. . .


I remember Paris in 49,
The Champs Elysee,
Sat there drinking old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine,
In those Parisienne days.

Looking back at the photographs,
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days...

. . .


Sometimes when I look around
At people who are lonely,
I feel a sense of sadness deep inside.
It makes me wonder how I got along
Before I found you,
And what I'd do if you should turn around
And say goodbye.

'Cause baby you,
You're what I'm living for.
I couldn't have asked for more.
Right from the moment that I found you,
I knew that you,
You were the one for me.
The one who could make me see,
This world could be a brighter place.

Sometimes when I think about
The friends I left behind me,
I feel a sense of sadness deep inside.
It makes me wonder how I knew
That one day you would find me,
And what I'd do if you should turn around
And say goodbye.

'Cause baby you,
You're what I'm living for.
I couldn't have asked for more.
Right from the moment that I found you,
I knew that you,
You were my brightest star.
And whether you're close or far,
You're always here inside my heart.

'Cause baby you,
You're what I'm living for.
I couldn't have asked for more.
Right from the moment that I found you,
I knew that you,
You were my brightest star. (you were my brightest star)
And whether you're close or far,
You're always here inside my heart.

Yes, baby you,
You're what I'm living for.
I couldn't have asked for more.
Right from the moment that I found you,
I knew that you,
You were the one for me. (you were the one for me)
The one who could make me see,
This world could be a brighter,
This world could be a brighter,
With you this world's a brighter place.

. . .


No, no, no.
I don't need nobody to show me the way.
Out on the streets they're all living in fear.
You can hear their hearts pound as the moment draws near.
One push of a button is all it would take
To dress the world in black.
One fault in the system, a fatal mistake,
And you never come back from a nuclear attack.
Stick around and baby you'll see.
I'm cold hearted.
The Russians are ready, the U.S. is armed.
They try and tell us there's no cause for alarm.
If you think you can live like a rat in a sewer,
Might stand a chance to stay alive.
No one can say, no one knows for sure,
Just who will survive a nuclear attack.

Cause every hungry woman
You ain't never coming back, no,
From a nuclear attack.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeah.
Oh.
I'm cold hearted.
I'm so cold hearted.
Oh, yeah.
Look out.

Every hungry woman
Out on the streets they're all living in fear.
You can feel their hearts pound as the moment draws near.
You won't know what's hit you, it'll happen so fast,
Won't be the time to even scream.
You'll just be burned up by the heat of the blast,
A thing of the past in a nuclear attack.
I'm cold hearted.
I'm so cold hearted.
Nuclear attack,
You ain't never coming back,
Ain't never coming back, no.
No, no, no.
From a nuclear attack, oh.
You ain't never coming back
In a nuclear attack, ah.
Oh, no, no, no.
Ah.

. . .

Dallas Warhead

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