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Nazareth
Nazareth


Информация
Откуда Dunfermline, Scotland
Жанры Blues Rock
Heavy Metal
Годы 1968—н.в.
Лейблы Eagle Records
NEMS Enterprises
Сайт Website
Состав
Dan McCafferty
Pete Agnew
Lee Agnew
Jimmy Murrison
Бывшие участники
Manny Charlton
Zal Cleminson
Billy Rankin
John Locke
Ronnie Leahy
Darrell Sweet



Альбом Nazareth


Back To The Trenches (2001)
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Shapes Of Things
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This Flight Tonight
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All Night Radio
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Walk me out in the morning dew
Walk me out in the morning dew today
I can't walk you out in no morning dew
Can't walk you out in no morning dew at all

Thought I heard a young girl cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young girl cry today
You didn't heard no young girl cryin' mama
You didn't heard no young girl cry at all

Thought I heard a young boy cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young boy cry today
You didn't hear no young boy cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young boy cry at all

Thought I heard a young man cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young man cry today
You didn't heard no young man cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young man cry at all

Now there is no more morning dew
Now there is no more morning dew
What they've been sayin' all these years is true
Now there is no more morning dew.

. . .


Now lay me down on market street
I'm lookin' for some spare change
A coastguard ship has been lookin' for me
And I might have to change my name
Here comes Uncle Sam again
With the same old bag of beans
The local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed
Goin' back to Alcatraz.

Lay me back down here on the highway
One hundred and one ways to go
Solitary is so confinin'
To the legend of Geronimo
Oh, I know I could bring the rain
Used to dance for ABC
And all the braves down on death row
Are pretending to be free
Back home in Alcatraz.

In the land of the great white father
My American blood runs cold
I left my home in Oklahoma
To the Everglades I go
It's just the wings on the silver cars
And I'm allowed to plow a field
It's not the life for a nineteen seventy
Indian boy to do
Goin' back to Alcatraz.

Lay me down on market street
I'm lookin' for some spare change
A coastguard ship has been lookin' for me
Might have to change my name
Here comes Uncle Sam again
With the same old bag of beans
Local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed
Goin' back to Alcatraz.

Here comes Uncle Sam again
With the same old bag of beans
Local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz...

. . .


Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've been hearin' his name all over this land
Lonely nights down in the engine house
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse
Man comes home, chase the crowds in the rain
That's a vigilante man.

Vigilante man
Vigilante man.

Well, I ramble around from town to town
Ramble 'round from town to town
And they hunted us a while like a wild herd of cattle
That's a vigilante man
Tell me why does that vigilante man
Tell me why does that vigilante man
Carry that sawed-off shotgun in his hand
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?

Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've been hearin' his name all over this land.

Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man...

. . .


We've got to get it together
You bring the wine, we'll bring the weather
We haven't come to be clever
Let's make it now 'cause this could be never
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

Now that we've come to a showdown
We won't allow you a second to slow down
The moment has come to deliver
You as the taker, and we as the giver
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

All of the world loves a raver
We're playin' for ravers who savour the flavour
You all appear calm and collected
Razamanazin' you never expected
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

. . .


She's a night woman of my dreams
And I saw her glidin' on a moon beam
Silver stardust in her eyes
In the way she leaves her sighs.

Last night I fell asleep
Thought I heard her voice begin to speak
My mind is in distress
On my cheek I felt her breath.

I could feel her body's warmin' glow
My frozen blood begn to flow
She's a night woman of my dreams
And I saw her glidin' on a moon beam
Comes, stays, then disappears
In the morning sun my vision clears.

I could smell the roses in her hair
But when I awoke, she was not there.

Oooh, oooh, night woman of my dream
Oooh, oooh, night woman of my dream
Oooh, oooh, she's a night woman of my dream
Oooh, oooh, night woman of my dream.

. . .


She used to be someone you could depend on
To brighten up your coldest winter day
But the one she leaned upon
Let her down, now has moved on
And morning brings another empty day
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She used to be a girl of simple pleasures
A breath of spring to chase your blues away
But now she bears a cross for a love that she has lost
No sunshine in her life just clouds of gray
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

. . .


(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc.- ascap)


You are a girl from the country
Your eyes remind me of the sun
You came to visit in the city
And won the heart's of everyone

You are a girl from the country
Your hair is coloured like the corn
I have never been outside the city
I am no friend to anyone

chorus:

Country girl, won't you stay a while
Won't you stay a while with me?
Country girl, won't you stay a while
Let me see you smile for me

lead

You are a girl from the country
Before you came, I was alone
Please say you'll take me to the country
And let me share your country home

chorus

. . .


(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc-ascap)


Woke up this morning,
My dog was dead.
Someone disliked him
And shot him through the head.

Woke up this morning,
My cat had died.
I know I'll miss her,
Sat down and cried.

Came home this evening,
My hog was gone.
People here don't like me,
I think I'll soon move on.

Now somethings happened
That would make a saint frown.
I turned my back and
My house burned down.

. . .


(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc.-ascap)


Called her name, but the wind blew strong.
I called in vain, though I tried so long.
Called the sea to bring her home,
But the sea don't hear and I'm still alone.
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I can't hide.

Standing here looking at the sky,
But the light I see can't tell me why
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I can't hide.

Every time I stop to think
That's the time I get lonely,
That's the time it hurts the most
Every time I get lonely.

What went wrong, who am I to blame?
Did I take too long to call her name?
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I can't hide.

. . .


Black hearted woman
Can't you see your poor man is down
I can't take this baby
All the lonely nights I've been crying
Tired of all your separate ways
I can't take your evil lyin'

Black hearted woman
Trouble and pain is all you crave
Black hearted woman
Trouble and pain is all you crave
Now that I'm gone my trouble's stopped
But my truth got in my way

Yesterday I was your man
But now you don't even know my name
Yesterday I was your man
But now I don't even know your name
Got to find a new way girl
Before I get back in your game

One of these days baby
I'm gonna catch ya with your backdoor man
I said one of these days woman
You know I'll catch you with your backdoor man
Keep on down the road girl
Or I'll start all over again

. . .


Everyone says connection is easy
I look at my score, experience none
Tossed a coin when I was seventeen
I got the ice, you got the cream
All that you see is stanger than fiction
All that you do defies all description
And you worry about your lack of existence

Then by all means go crazy

Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
Makin' alot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
Makin' alot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys

One of the boys told me what was,
Going on last night
One of the boys said if I tried it,
Everythin' would be alright.

Talked to doctor scromaxy, mail order messiah
His black book is gospel, his scripture unclean
With mass consultation, a blind congregation
His chapter, his verse, and his profit ocscene
Correspondence, the back of a sin rag
If this is deliverence, life is a drag
Searchin' salvation, your sightlines get hazy
You got it right,go crazy.

Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
Makin' alot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
Makin' alot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys

One of the boys told me what was,
Going on last night
One of the boys said if I tried it,
Everythin' would be alright.
Or maybe you'll go crazy.


(Cleminson, McCafferty, Agnew)
(copyright 1980 Nazsongs ltd.)
all rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
copyright 1980 A&M Records, inc.

. . .


She used to be someone you could depend on
To brighten up your coldest winter day
But the one she leaned upon
Let her down, now has moved on
And morning brings another empty day
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She used to be a girl of simple pleasures
A breath of spring to chase your blues away
But now she bears a cross for a love that she has lost
No sunshine in her life just clouds of gray
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

. . .


Go out and have your habit,
Keep on takin' it
Keep on fakin' it
You're the one whose heart grows cold
You're the one whose heart's grown cold.

Go out and have your habit
You're the one that's takin' it
You're the one that's fakin' it
You're the one whose heart's grown cold
You're the one whose heart's grown cold.

I touch your lips with my fingertips
I hang on every breath you take
You don't need me like,
I need you
You have your heartaches to climb
Everyday, I just hope and pray
I just hope that you still have,
That you still have your dreams.

Come down and tell me that it's better
You're the one who's choosin' it
You're the one who's losin' it
You're the one who's got no soul,
You're the one whose heart's grown cold.

(Cleminson)

. . .


His necktie is bright red
From lookin' in one direction
No flowerchild in his bed
He's got oil well protection
Just had to be a blind dog
Chewin' on everything
Took a slice of the blackbird pie
She began her singing

I know that your oil is black
But your dipstick is pearly white
Ten gallons on your head
That ain't what I need tonight

Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border

The rendezvous was neutral
He don't want no gossip headlines
Her polaroid blackmail
He said,"No way I've had mine"
Just too much for him to lose
Because of some Cuervo passion
Cold, cold forty-five, answered in Texas fashion

I know that your oil is black
But the dipstick is pearly white
Ten gallons on your head
That ain't what I need tonight

Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border

Bright red went to his head
Tequila tension rising

This is no business for the weak at heart
This is no business for those with a
Nervous disposition

Tanned man from the f.e.d.'s
Cool mohair buying off the squeeze

Showdown at the border


(Cleminson)
(copyright 1980 Nazsongs ltd.)
all rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
copyright 1980 A&M Records, inc.

. . .


Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true

Red-hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jivey, poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Red-hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

. . .


If you're ready for the street
You wanna mix it in some fight
Let me tell you somethin'
Now I don't wanna get you uptight
But if you're in a corner
And you can't find no way out
Don't look around for no help
No, no there won't be any around

Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy

So you think you got a case
And you think you know the score
No you don't wanna listen
You can't be told no more
But wait'll you get out there
You better do it right
'Cause the streets are lined with things that kill
And they're hidin' in the night

Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy

Feel that you can cut it
You think you got the time
They'll only give you one chance
Better get it right first time
And the game you're playing
If you lose you gotta pay
If you make just one wrong move
You'll get blown away

Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy

Words and Music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew,
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for canada and u.s.a.)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.

. . .


Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds and mars
Any heart not tough
Or strong enough
To take a lot of pain
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I'm young, I know
But even so
I know a thing or two
I learned from you
I really learned a lot
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh

. . .

Shapes Of Things

[Нет текста]

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Hey, you, who are you talkin' to
Hey, boy, haven't you heard the news
No one can fight more than these boys
No one can bite more than these boys

Hey, hose, who do you want to know
Hey, punk, get off my case and go
No one can fix more than these boys
No one can kick more than these boys

The boys in the band

You can back down
Yours is no disgrace
No slack clown
It's time to close your face

Hey, now, what have you got that's new
Come on boy what are you trying to prove
No one can take more than these boys
'Cause no one can shake more than these boys

The boys in the band

You can break down
Yours is no disgrace
No slack clown
It's time that you knew your place

Come on break down
'Cause yours is no disgrace
No slack clown
It's time to close your face


(written by Nazareth)
copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited
all rights reserved.
lyrics used by permission
reproduction prohibited

. . .


If this is heaven, then I'm in hell
If trust is misfortune, then wish me well

While I think of sadness baby
Your light shines through, your light shines through
Your light shines through

chorus:

Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day

I've lost control of my darker side
A world all for free, on a nastier ride

*And I have crossed myself in anger
All your mercy can't save me, all your mercy can't save me
All your mercy can't save me

Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day

lead:

It's beggar's day
You know it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day

See this love, I've stored for you
Wheel it and deal it, but our feelin's are true

repeat *

chorus (2x)


(written by Nils Lofgren)
(published by almo music corp./hilmer publishing co. ascap)

. . .

This Flight Tonight

[Нет текста]

. . .


Do I feel alright?
I'll go anywhere you say you wanna take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
'Cause I feel alright
I'll do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay

We've been up all night
Tryin' to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
'Cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin'
We won't give ourselves away

Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness

Do you feel alright?
And can you see me when you're lookin' in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart don't pay
Run away-ay-ay
Don't you give yourself away

Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness

. . .


Well, me and my buddies are goin' to a party tonight
And we don't care if we ain't got no invite
We don't care if our face don't fit
Gonna grab a little whiskey, grab a little......

Gatecrash, gatecrash
Get yourself ready for a real bash
Hide your ladies,'cause we'll be talkin' trash
Snort your cocaine, smoke your grass
So get yourself ready for our gatecrash...

You don't really want to know but we're still going to appear
We've got Elvis snarls and arrive in biker gear
We don't care if you call the fuzz
By the time they get there we'll be gone with a buzz

Gatecrash, gatecrash
Get yourself ready for a real bash
Hide your ladies, we're gonna cause a smash
Snort your cocaine, smoke your grass
So get yourself ready for our gatecrash...

Gatecrash, gatecrash
Get yourself ready for a real bash
Hide your ladies, we're gonna move in fast
Snort your cocaine, smoke your grass
So get yourself ready for our gatecrash...

Well, me and my buddies are going to your party tonight
We don't care if we got no invite
We don't care if we cause a splash
Gonna drink a lot of whiskey, grab a little...

Gatecrash, gatecrash
Get yourself ready for a real bash
Hide your ladies,'cause we'll be talkin' trash
Snort your cocaine, smoke your grass
So get yourself ready for our gatecrash...


(written by Nazareth)
copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited
all rights reserved.
lyrics used by permission
reproduction prohibited

. . .


I'm preserving myself with make-up
Lookin' in the mirror
I'm preserving my life, I can take it
Shinin' in the spotlight

Preservation, lookin' in the mirror
Preservation, but they don't know that I'm scrapin' it all off
Every night

I'm reserving my rights, reputation
Livin' in a movie, it's keepin' me lookin' right
When the secret is out to the public
Seein' is believin', they still wanna be me at night
When the parts get shorter, the parties get harder
But that's alright

Preservation, lookin' in the mirror
Preservation, but they don't know that I'm scrapin' it off
Every night

They're linin' up to make their entrance
When the word's out I'm in town, they're not nice girls
But that's alright
They're lookin' so much better when the lights go down
But nice girls is just a frame of mind

Preservation, lookin' in the mirror
Preservation, but they don't know that I'm scrapin' it off
Every night


(written by Nazareth)
copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited
all rights reserved.
lyrics used by permission
reproduction prohibited

. . .


Presidents and peace spreading poets
Getting gunned down in the streets
Shown to us on our prime time screens
For our tea time treat
Lunatics we voted for denying
Everything that they swore
We sit around and shout about it
But we don't do nothing more

Drafted for police action
But they decided on a war
Telling us we were saving mankind
Why don't you ask Cambodia
We were solving it with marijuana
We were sure that we could
Always leavin' it to someone else
Just knocking on wood

We're goin' back to the trenches
We're goin' back to the trenches

Well you say you got a say so
But you're knowin' that it ain't so
And you turn away
You think it's safer to ignore it
But the score is your children have to pay
Everybody wants better
Everybody talkin' 'bout it
Are we wastin' time
Gotta stop only lookin', talkin'
We're all guilty of the crime

We're goin' back to the trenches
We're goin' back to the trenches

We gotta move, we got everything to lose
We gotta move, we got everything to lose

We're all headed for the front
But everybody's fightin' for a good address
It's time we made the changes
Or we'll be burnin' with the rest
We just ain't communicatin' and I don't
Mean conversations on the telephone
When Nero starts to fiddle this time
There's a lot more gonna burn than Rome

we're goin' back to the trenches
we're goin' back to the trenches
we're goin' back to the trenches
we're goin' back to the trenches


(written by Nazareth)
copyright 1982 Fool Circle Lusic limited
all rights reserved.
lyrics used by permission
reproduction prohibited

. . .

All Night Radio

[Нет текста]

. . .


We've got to get it together
You bring the wine, we'll bring the weather
We haven't come to be clever
Let's make it now 'cause this could be never
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

Now that we've come to a showdown
We won't allow you a second to slow down
The moment has come to deliver
You as the taker, and we as the giver
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

All of the world loves a raver
We're playin' for ravers who savour the flavour
You all appear calm and collected
Razamanazin' you never expected
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

. . .


Trains, running through the town
Missed my turn around
Trains, got to break away
Got to leave today

There's nothin' gonna stop me
From runnin' the tracks
You never saw me comin'
And I ain't comin' back
I've always been your whippin' boy
I think it's time for a change

Strange, it's always been the same
It's never you to blame
Chains, drag me to the ground
But no one turns around

There's nothin' gonna stop me
From runnin' the tracks
You never saw me comin'
And I ain't comin' back
I've always been your whippin' boy
I think it's time for a change

Names, numbers on your wall
But I'm not gonna fall
Games, I'm tired of playin' clown
Another side show is leavin' town

There's nothin' gonna stop me
From runnin' the tracks
You never saw me comin'
And I ain't comin' back
I've always been your whippin' boy

There's nothin' gonna stop me
From runnin' the tracks
You never saw me comin'
And I ain't comin' back
I've always been your whippin' boy
I think it's time for a change.


(written and arranged by Nazareth)
copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited
all rights reserved.

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She would never say where she came from
And yesterday don't matter if it's gone
When the sun is bright
Or on the darkest night
No one knows...she comes and goes

chorus:

Goodbye ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

Dont question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost, at such a cost

corus:

There's no time to lose I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
In life unkind

chorus: (4x)

. . .


(PART 1: ON YOUR WAY)

Sent a telegram today
Tomorrow you'll be on your way
Could be Memphis or L.A.
No questions just get out and play.

Wake up call to catch the plane
You know you're on the road again
Someone's bangin' in your head
Why did you get so late to bed.
Runnin' late and feelin' bad
That breakfast was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.

747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
You're six miles high but feelin' down
You wish you could be on the ground.

Find your bags and walk for miles
The customs man is waitin' there
Immigration cause delay
You wonder if you'll ever play.
Limousine is standin' by
We get inside and drive a while
F.M. Station soundin' good
And gettin' better every mile.

Hotel lobby looks the same
With all the same old girls in town

Press reception takes the day
With all the same old things to say
Need your picture smile this way
And will you tell me what you play

(PART 2: SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCK'N'ROLL STAR)

So you wanna be a rock'n'roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself an electric guitar
and take some time and learn to play.

(PART 3: SOUND CHECK)

Your roadies call to say OK
The soundcheck can get underway
Soundcheckover, had some fun
A waste of time for everyone
Time has come to start the show
It's boogie time for everyone
Check guitars before you go
They're close enough for rock n roll
The lights are low,
The crowd is high,much higher than
They're meant to be
We take the stage and start to play
The lights come up for all to see

. . .


I'm just a pilgrim here looking for holy ground
I'm just a body lost but my soul can be found
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon

I don't know where to turn when answers all fade clear
But I must find a place there's only questions here
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon

I feel...feel like I'm on trial
Who made a judge of you
Are you this month's messiah

I am a fightin' man tired of living under the gun
But am I looking for love or am I looking to run

How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon

I heard...I heard it on the wire
That it's all up to you
Are you this month's messiah

How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon


(McCafferty, Agnew, Charlton, Sweet)
1984 Fool Circle Music

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