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Humble Pie




Альбом Humble Pie



1969
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Raindrops fall and you feel low
Do you ever feel it's useless, yeah yeah ? Do you feel like letting go ?
Well do you ever stop and do you wonder ? Will the world ever change ?
Yes, well just how long will it take to have it all re-arranged ?

Tell me why these things are still the same ?
Tell me why no one can seem to learn from mistakes ?

Take my hand if you don't know where you're goin'
I'll understand I've lost the way myself
Oh, won't you, oh don't take that old road, it leads to nowhere
We must return before the clock strikes twelve.

Oh, it's so easy to do nothin' when you're busy night and day
Take a step in one direction, ooh yeah take a step the other way
So, don't quit tryin' when you stumble, don't give up should you fall
Oh, won't you keep on searchin' for the pathway that leads you through the wall.

Don't look back or you'll be left behind
Don't look back or you will never find peace of mind.

Take my hand if you don't know where you're goin'
I'll understand, you know I've, I've lost the way myself
Now listen here, I don't want to, I don't want to take that old road, it leads to nowhere
We must return before the clock strikes twelve.

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Working every day of my life
See what you can under candlelight
A dollar a day don't go so far
My mowan's alive and I know she strive for me
I know that times are bad but I'm so glad
My woman come back to me and soon we be three
A dollar a day don't go so far
My mowan's alive and I know she strive for me
Put me on a stick shift
Put me on a stick shift

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She pays no mind to methods you employ
She wants a big city man, not a country boy
Go get your long hair cut
Scrape the mood off your boots
Wash the hell behind those eyes
Buy yourself some tailored suits
Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds
Before she lets her knickers down
She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone
Makes no difference how you strive
She couldn't care if you're dead or alive
A burly, beefy, strong arm man
Is all she cares to meet
Before you ever heard the word guitar
Your mother used to see her as a star
Yes, she spent her teens
In chauffeured limousines
And I heard tell you can't get insured
For a clapped out '45 drop head Ford
Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds
Before she lets her knickers down
She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone
She'll tear you down like a steer comin' through
Like I said she ain't no use to you
A lumpy hairy mundaine brain
Is all she cares to make
So let me put you straight
Marry farm-yard Kate
She weights two hundred pounds it's said
But she'll keep you warm in bed
Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds
Before she lets her knickers down
She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone
So you think you know where it's about
But she will suck you in and then she'll blow you out
Yes, Kate will keep you satisfied
Until your dying day
In chauffeured limousines

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Here I am with dust in my pants
I don't know what to do
Been on the road for almost a week
I just wanna be with you
Makes no difference where I am
Feeling hard to breathe
If I thought you felt the same
Wouldn't be so bad for me
Thought I know all about it from the start
Took a short cut to nowhere
To make it feel alright
Got to cut this travelling out
I hate sayin' goodbye
We leave the day we arrive
Or I'll wanna know why
Crowing closer, comin' in out of the dark
Here I am with dust in my pants
I don't know what to do
Been on the road for almost a week
I just wanna be with you

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Can I face tomorrow
With the news you bring me
My soul feels cold like ice
A pinprick makes no pain
Hear me, listen, help me
I felt our thing change
From love to something else
How can it plague my mind
A pinprick makes no pain
Hear me, listen, help me
I shall find myuself
But I must have the time
To sow the seeds of something new
Farmer plough the field
Harvest all you can
A corn field smells so sweet
A pinprick makes no pain
Hear me, listen, help me
But to follow the weaver of dreams
Behind the sun that knows, it seems that
I am foresworn - a naked troubadour
I sit at court and I sing
To the Princess of Beauty and Light
She favours me though I'm merely
A minstrel of the night
There on my right
Sits the King with his clowns
He pays to laugh
While his queen lives on downs
And the smile on his brow is the crown
Morning bird sing, fill my ears
With the joy of our sorrow unmasked
Lend me your wings for the sunrays of dawn
Are here to last
I take my leave, as I leave I must take
All I have seen in my dream - then I wake
And it is as safe as yesterday is

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Here's your news report
I'm your straight face for today
Sorry if it's short
But I have to get away
And be sick
First the powers that be
Line their pockets with your bread
And it's not too hard to see
That you're worth more to them dead
Don't you know the taxman
Mourns you to the nearest bank
You're news report
You're news report
And it's short, short, short
I want to know why people die
Because they've been forgotten
It's you callin' fallin'
And if you're young, son, you're the one
To lead us into Hades
And if you're shot dead, then you're called brave
As they shove you down your grave
And nothing is saved
While you're growing fat
Wiping gravy off your sleeve
There's a child who like a rat
Would cry and beg for what you leave
Oh but you won't be deceived by what you fear
And you can't be diseased by what you fear
You're news report
You're news report
And it's short, short, short

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I come from Alabama and I work a ten pound hammer
And my womans picking cotton for the bossman on the hill
They work us till they break our back
And beat us cos our skin is black
I guess I'll have to slave till the whip is in the grave
When will we be free
I wanna walk down any road
And feel we have our liberty
From day to day we live to die
The scars across my back don't lie
Ain't there anyone out there
To hear my freedom cry
Now I believe a man's a man who earns his pay as best he can
The colour of his skin don't mean that he ain't just like you
But white folk here don't give a hell
They think that we were born to smell
Of sweat and dust and dirt
And pull a plough until we die
When will we be free
I wanna walk down any road
And feel we have our liberty
These shoes I'm wearing every day
Got holes the size of Frisco Bay
I'm praying for the time
When there will come a judgement day
You all know how long it is since Lincoln made their promices
That one day we would walk alone the white side of the street
But there was some bad folk around
Who got so riled they shot him down
And there ain't a cop in town
Who wouldn't do the same for me
When will we be free
I wanna walk down any road
And feel I've got my liberty
When will we be free
When will we be free
When will we be free
When will we be free

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Muskets aimed right at my head
It's just our job to do they said
Have you anything to say
A preacher whispered and swayed
Why a man in a checked shirt shot him down on the ground
Tell the dream I have all alone
And I know when I go I'll go alone
You make me fell like I am
What I am
I seem much older than then
But I'm young, why feel down
My eyes are closed
I cannot speak
Though I hear you talk to me
Where's a man I saw dead cold
I'll count ten and make sure
Here I am with my hands bound in a plane going down fast
Tell the dream I have all alone
And I know when I go I'll go alone
Where can I find you to tell you the truth
I'll raise a flag of white satin brocade
Why feel down
Muskets aimed right at my head
I closed my eyes there in my bed
People talk and I don't hear a word
All that they say I can say with a nod
Why feel down
The captain cried out to his mate
That man has had his time don't wait
Have you anything to say
A preacher whispered and swayed
Why a man in a checked shirt shot him down on the ground
Tell the dream I have all alone
And I know when I go I'll go alone

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You smell like a field
Cow-shirt in midsummer sun
I must have been mad
But I gave you all the bread that I had
Your mother's a freak
She made me weak in my knees
You're under her thumb
Why don't you pack your bags and run
Isn't it sad
I pity you now I'm not there
I hope you pull through
But you're locked in your social zoo
I tried to re-arrange your head
And show you where you were
But you were too sick
Then your mother bust her guf
And tried to make me think like her
But I was too quick
You thought I was hooked
Showing me off to your friends
Wearing me like a badge
Was the only kick you ever had
Please shave your legs
Put down that horse and behave
I seen it before
I ain't never gonna see it no more
You whole domestick scene
And the way your life was run
Made me so sick
That a nifty little number like you
Could show anyone a few tricks

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Thinking of the past I feel my life
Is slipping by at such a speed
Things I knew have gone and those I loved
I look for granted and deceived
Call me anything you will
I'll hide behind a purple pill
And though it seems I'm laughing still
I'm crying
Looking from my window I see winter
Almost too bare to believe
People change with seasons
And I wonder if it's my turn to receive
But they avoid the things I ask
Or quickly change their style of mask
The faith I had is fading fast
I'm dying
Seems to me the only way to be
Is like a business man
And have bad colours round my head
Getting drunk to find some peace of mind and consolation
But there's still the problem of what happens when I'm dead

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