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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



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From The Vaults (1993)
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Just sit yourself down friend
Pull up a chair friend
There ain't nobody here friend
But the people you need

Roll yourself a joint friend
Empty your head friend
Make yourself at home friend
this is where you belong

chorus:

Put your feet up on the fire
If it makes you feel much better
Have a glass of homegrown wine
Don't you think it tastes fine

Tear you away friend
On a planet to space friend
Faster than you can think friend
You'll be there before you know

(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Mountain Music/Carlin Music
1972 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

. . .


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Mountain Music/Carlin Music
1972 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

If you see my baby
With another man
Keep it a secret if you can.

If you see my baby
With another man
Don't tell me even if you can.

bridge:
You know, I could not stand the pain
So if you think you are my friend.

I hope you never see her
With another man
But if you do, don't you understand?

(lead)

(bridge)

She's everything I longed for
She took so long to find
But I'd be lost if she changed her mind.

If you see my baby
If you see my baby
If you see my baby
If you see my baby...

. . .


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Mountain Music/Carlin Music
1972 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

Hard living every day of my life
Hard living, every night on the wine.

Never givin' anyone any time
Always losin' all I had all the time.

Yes, I'm a selfish kinda man
All I need is a helping hand.

Bad loser, never had anyone
Bad chooser, never owed never won.

Fast mover, everyday on the run
Never knowing if I feel or I'm done.

Yes, I'm a selfish kinda man
All I need is a helping hand.

Hard living every day of my life
Hard drinking, every night on the wine.

. . .


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Mountain Music/Carlin Music
1972 Nazareth (Dunfermline ) Ltd.

My head's moving like a spinning top
How in the world do I make it stop?
'Round and 'round and faster still
I'm gonna live till I had my fill.

Goin' wrong and turn around
You're gonna find me in the lost and found.

Bright lights, that's my style
Don't be goin' awhile
Got no time for sittin' 'round
Tops are livin' proof to be found.

Ain't gonna wait another day
Pack my bags and get on my way.

My head's moving like a spinning top
How in the world do I make it stop?
'Round and 'round and faster still
I'm gonna live till I had my fill.

Goin' wrong and turn around
You're gonna find me in the lost and found.

. . .


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

. . .


Another bridge I have burned
A lesson I learned
One more mistake to my cause
One more hand got lost
In a game.

So I was up for awhile
Livin' in style
Feelin' high on the hog
And people just don't wanna know
I was down.

Now some say I lost
His other soul
How barely a young man
Can sink so low
And I don't know... don't care at all.

I had a similar dream
All of my dreams
I can't get through for a while
I thought I had wandered a mile
I was wrong

Now I'm on the way up
When you reach the top
It's no way, no way to go
And people just don't wanna know
When you're down

Now some say I lost
His other soul
How barely a young man
Can sink so low
And I don't know... don't care at all.

(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet
Mountain Music/Marlin music
1974 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.)

. . .


My white bicycle, my white bicycle

Riding all around the street
Four o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late
Moving fast everything looks great.

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him
Better kick over his garbage bin

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle

lead:

Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
Find some judge, but it's not leavin'

Lift both hands, his head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness, we still speed
My white bicycle and me

My white bicycle, my white bicycle


(Burgess/West)
Getaway Music
copyright 1975 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd

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Holy Roller, lookin' down
Where you think you know
All the answers
Arrogance and pride are sin
Better look to your own chances.

Chorus:
Holy Roller, can you save your own soul?
Can you save your own soul
Holy Roller

Standin' up for Jesus
That's your thing
But you're standin' on people's hearts
Charity is a virtue
To be praised
Better get back on Jesus' track.

Chorus

Holy Roller, practise what you preach
Heaven is still within your reach.

Holy Roller, don't you judge
What you think is going wrong.

Chorus (2x)

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Hear the whistle blowin' so long
Tellin' me I gotta move along
Coast-to-coast gonna steal highway
Railroad boy up in the guiding daybreak.

Get no sleep in a boxcar
Get no piece of line
They catch you jumpin' a freight train
They give you such a hard time.

Movin' fast as my time runs out
Coal is something I can live without
Railroad fever got me a route
Like tumbleweed, I ain't got no roots.

You know, no peace in a boxcar
Just can't sleep on a line
They catch you jumpin' a freight train
They give you such a hard time.

Lead

East coast towns they are
Dark and cold
West coast ladies
They get right to my soul.

But you know
Can't stand long
Bet all railroader's
Are singin' my song.

(Sweet, Charlton, Agnew, McCafferty)
Nazsongs/Panache Music
1976 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

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YOU'RE THE VIOLIN
Nazareth

Some beat me like a drum
Some stroke me like a guitar
Some shake me like a tambourine
Some beat me into the wall
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin

Some blow me like a horn
Some slide me like a trombone
Some smoke me like a tuba dude
Some cut me like a saxophone
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
When you touch me like you touch me
Don't it feel like a summer breeze
When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya
It brings me to my knees
Think I'm makin' love to you
Sweet Baby, Ya
When you touch me like you touch me
Well, don't it feel like a summer breeze
When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya
It brings me to my knees
Think I'm makin' love to you
Sweet Baby, Ya
Some beat me like a drum
Some stroke me like a guitar
Sh-sh-sh-shake me like a tambourine
Some beat me into the wall
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin

(WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH)
COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI)

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Black cat, don't you look back at me
Good luck, don't hang around me
I been down so long I can't see
Need something that's gonna set me free

chorus:

I need some good love
I need some good, good love

New love, just passes me by
So bad, I don't even try
Shot down and I ask myself why
Needin' someone who's gonna save my hide

chorus:

Lord I need some good love
I need some good, good love

(lead)

(repeat chorus)

Black cat, don't you look back at me
New love, don't wander 'round me
Well I try but I just ain't no use
I need someone who's gonna turn me loose

(chorus)

(Agnew, Charlton, Sweet, McCafferty)
Nazsongs/Panache Music
1976 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

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Woke up this morning crawled out between the sheets
My woman was warm, kisses oh so sweet
Wanted to stay but I had to go
Headed for the factory, made myself some dough

chorus:

I said greens is what I mean
Well it don't keep ya warm as lovin'
But it sure pays for that fun in between

Got me some new wheels bright red fast and mean
Felt good drivin' around in that machine
Cruisin' 'round puttin' on a show
Couldn't make the payment the car just had to go

(repeat chorus)

(lead)

Gotta make some changes, gotta get myself in gear
Thing's are gettin' heavy, I'm cuttin' out of here
Take my woman, make some speed
Don't know where I'm going but I sure know what I need

(repeat chorus)2x


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Nazsongs/Panache Music
1977 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

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Locked up on monday
Lord I lost my way
I couldn't breathe her name
You know she's after my life

Lately I'm stickin' to drinkin'
And I'm headed down desolation road

Habit -a- growin'
Set it up just right
I do away my life
On a turn of the dice

Lately I'm runnin' and hidin'
Slidin' down desolation road

(lead)

No one to turn to
Losing my best friend
My name is just bad news
And my account's in the red

I'm in need of understandin'
I'm landin' in desolation road


(Agnew, Charlton, Mccafferty, Sweet)
Nazsongs/Panache Music
1977 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

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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)

. . .


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.

. . .


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

. . .


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.

. . .


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.

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Every time I call her name she's right there by my side
Every time that I think it's a change
There's no place left to hide
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It can't be a dream
Every time I blow my love
She's knockin' on my back door
Every time that I tear her clothes
She pulls me down some more
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It can't be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Scary woman put me under, under her spell
Never tell, if I risk it I her
There still standin', try to get my hand in
But she gets away one stride
Every day she comes around
Lookin' good and tryin' to catch my eye
Ain't no way to tell her no
I guess I never even thought to try
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It can't be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Every time I tie her down she wants to let me go
Every time I start to slide
She's tellin' me I'm way to slow
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It can't be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy Lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy

. . .


When you're on the run
Lookin' for a friend you can depend on
Your phone it never rung for days that
When you're on the run
Lookin' for a friend you can depend on
Your phone it never rung for days that
When you're on the run

When you're on the runused
Used to make a stand
Right up until the day that you were wanted
Then you had to move
'Cause you were hunted
Anywhere you hide
Tough to find a place to lay your head down

Your phone it never rung for days that
When your on the run
When you're on the run

You better keep lookin' behind you
When you're on the run
When you're on the run

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Look out for the lies they're comin' down the line
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Love upon the wire you gotta find out

You're phone it never rung
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*


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Rankin)
Fool Circle Music
1983 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

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