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Mott The Hoople
Mott The Hoople


Информация
Откуда Herefordshire, England
Жанры Glam Rock
Hard Rock
Годы 1969—1974
Лейблы Island Records
Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
CBS
См. также David Bowie
Bad Company
Widowmaker
Бывшие участники
Mick Ronson
Mick Ralphs
Ian Hunter
Verden Allen
Pete Overend Watts
Dale Griffin
Ariel Bender
Morgan Fisher
Mick Bolton



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Wildlife (1971)
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Who do you think you are looking at me like that
Put your face on someone else's head
Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg
Put yourself in someone else's bed

Whiskey women, American lay
Whiskey women, American way

What do you want from me clutchin' at my blue jeans
You don't know where those old jeans have been
Why do you look so hurt when I tell you where to go
You've been there before from what I've seen

Whiskey women, American lay
Whiskey women, American way

Who do you think you are looking at me like that
Put your face on someone else's head
Where do you think you're at hanging around my neck
Put yourself in someone else's bed

Whiskey women, American lay
Whiskey women, American way.

. . .



The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.

Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning
She has so much to give but so little time to live
My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.

As I look down the streets are slowly forming
And the ladies of the night have start performing
And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning
And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning
And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning

I have so much to say but so little time to stay
With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning
With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning


. . .



I was born on the wrong side of the river
Where the sun never shone on my brass
Though the seasons were rapidly changing
Oh the best things were coming too fast

I was waving the flag of indifference
Never knowing the real reason why
Casting doubt on my uncertain future
It was time for a sudden goodbye

I was born on the wrong side of the river
Where the sun never shone on my breast
Though the seasons were rapidly changing
Oh the best things were coming too fast


. . .


I followed the night till the morning sunlight
And I thought of the changing times
And I followed the child with the evergreen smile
And the blue broken tears start to cry

Blue broken tears hide away the years
Misty highway seems colder today

And I saw a Waterlow where the evergreen grows
And the wise man knows why he crys
And I heard a child call me away from this all
And the blue broken tears start to rise

Blue broken tears ain't nobody here
Lost in the sun my only young one

Blue broken tears our love disappears
The evergreen dies drowned in my eyes

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We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all caught the same disease
We all sang our songs of peace

Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown

Oh raise the candles high
'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light
Oh raise them high again
'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain

Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown

We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all caught the same disease
We all sang our songs of peace
Some came to sing some came to pray
Some came to keep the night away

Oh raise the candles high
'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light
Oh raise them high again
'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain

Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown


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You can call on me whenever you need me
Hanging around never did any good
And I want you to know the way that I feel
Is good inside
Oh oh oh oh oh it must be love

I can see the garden of light all around me
Cursin' in songs from those evergreen trees (?)
And no one can say I'm a natural fool
For walkin' this way
Oh oh oh oh oh it must be love

Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
It must be love

When you smile at me I can see all the stars at night
Succulent moonlight is stroking your hair
And I want you to know the way that I feel
Is good inside
Oh oh oh oh oh it must be love

Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
It must be love

Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
It must be love


. . .


The original mixed-up kid
Sleeps with the ladies all night
Home in the morning light
To nothin'

Climbs in to an empty bed
Pillows around his head
Hide the tears he sheds
For no one

And Byron said Happiness is born its twin
In those who share, for they will always win
But what about the man who tries so hard
But his heart is locked within

The original mixed-up kid
Must have been at the end of the line
When they gave out the forms to sign
For someone

And he can't make up his mind where he wants to go
Ain't there a heaven ain't there a hell well he just don't know
For in a crowded street he can see the sleet
When the other men just see the snow

The original mixed-up kid be on your conscience bound (?)
For you turned him upside down for nothin'

. . .



Maybe I'm just a loser
Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be
Came to town with an even chance
I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me

Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry
And run back to the place where I was raised

Maybe I'm just unfortunate
Maybe I'm alone in thinking that I've got a lot to say
Too far in to be anywhere
Lost in the place where nobody seems to know the way

Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry
And run back to the place where I was raised

Home is where I wanna be
Home is where you'll always see
Friendly faces that'll never turn you down
Or say goodbye

Maybe I'm just a loser
Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be
Came to town with an even chance
I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me

Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry
And run back to the place where I was raised

Home is where I wanna be
Home is where you'll always see
Friendly faces that'll never turn you down
Or say goodbye


. . .


You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night try it again

You say you love me but you can't come in
You say you love me but you can't come in
You say you love me but you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night try it again

(repeat 1st and 2nd verses)

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