Альбом R.E.M.

(Pylon) 

Listen

You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you can't even cry
You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you don't even try

Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking

You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you can't even cry
You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you don't even cry

You take a walk and you try to understand
Nothing can hurt you
Unless you want it to
There are no answers
Many reasons to be strong
You take a walk you take a walk
You take a walk and you try to understand

You're in love and you don't know why
You're in love and you can't even cry
You're in love and you don't know why
You're in love and you don't even try

(The Velvet Underground) 

There she goes again
She's out on the street again
She's down on her knees my friend
Won't have to ask her please again

Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes
You know she won't make it with just any guy
What can you do
See her walking down the street
With all your friends she's gonna meet
You'd better hit her

From the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
His story's timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

(derived from the liner notes to the gospel album "The Joy of Knowing Jesus," by
The Revelaires) 

Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me";
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me";
"The Joy of Knowing Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee;

The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross";
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
innermost selves with the outpouring of their hearts...

On and on the songs roll and soon you are caught up
in the sermon in each rendition as you come to feel
the devotion and dedication that is poured forth.
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!

"Let your light so shine..."
could not be more aptly applied
as there shines a light from heaven on your heart
through their singing. As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery
exemplifies piano artistry. That's Rhonda! An artist!

This album can be the instrument to mend a broken heart
or to straighten out your life through the sincere testimony
in the songs of THE REVELAIRES. A must!

J. Elmo Fagg, founder and leader
of the Blue Ridge Quartet
for 23 Years. Temple Records, LST 390
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"The Joy of Knowing Jesus",
produced by Joel Gentry
Cover/Backliner Design/REESOR

The Revelaires, A must.
The Revelaires.
A must, in their home.

Women got legs, men got pants
I got the picnic, you got the ants,
Put it in the fire heaven knows
Take my torch and touch your toes in hell
It's a burning hell

You can burn in Hell
It's a burning hell
You can burn in hell
It's a burning hell

Women don't fret, boys don't bet
Let me see your silhouette in hell
Women above me take my love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love

It's a burning hell
It's a burning hell
Baby, baby, baby, I'm hell
It's a burning hell

Girl stop moving, boy behave
Baby, I'll put you in an early grave in hell
Love on the ceiling, love on the floor
I'm gonna leave you burning for more
Burn in the country, burn downtown
All the best people are burning down in hell, hell, Ah hell

It's a burning Hell
You'll burn in hell
It's a big, burning, giant, colossal matter
Hell
Oh baby, I'm hell

Burn, Burn, Burn!

(Aerosmith) 

Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you learned behind
Leaving the things that you love behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic

Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you love behind
Leaving the things that you learned behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic

Windout - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're really spent
Windout - if you're young and red

Yeah, tick tock, it's tine o'clock
Once is good enough, you really go...

So find out - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're out of sin

Winding up

There's no doubt - that you're feeling fine
No doubt - that you're out of mind
No doubt - that you're young and red

Windout - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're young and red
Windout - if you're out of wind
If you're young and red

Tick tock time to clock my band
Once is good enough, you really go...

Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, windout, windout

Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded ottoman as such
Sofa seated one too much

All along the range all along the range
Ages of you

Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
out and down, hands stuck to the left
to the right, you should fall,
the horses just don't gossip anymore

(The Velvet Underground) 

Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel just about everything
Lately I'm just feeling bad
Lately I'm just feeling bad

Linger on your pale blue eyes

I thought of you as my mountain top
I thought of you as my peak
I thought of you as just about everything
I had but couldn't keep
I had but couldn't keep

Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse
We treat him well, we feed him well.
There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon,
The road may be rough, the weather may forget us
But won't we all parade around and sing our songs,
a magic kingdom, open-armed

Greet us hello, bravo, name in lights
Passing on the word to fellow passengers and players, passing in,
Until you're tired looking at all the flags
And all the banners waving
This is some parade, yesiree Bob.
Could we have known?
Yesiree Bob, could we have known?

Look at all the flags and all the banners waving.
Open up our arms, a magic kingdom, open-armed and greet us all

Come on aboard I promise you you won't hurt the horse
We treat him well, we feed him well
There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon
The road may be rough, the weather may forget us
But won't we all parade around and sing our songs and wave our flags.
A magic kingdom, greet us all hello, greet us hello, greet us hello.

(The Velvet Underground) 

Here she comes you better watch your step
She's going to play you for a fool it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up to just put you down
What a clown

Cause everybody knows the things she does to please
She's just a little tease
See the way she walks hear the way she talks

You're written in her book
You're number thirty-seven have a look
She's going to play you for a fool it's true
Little boy on the street
Before you start you're already beat
She's going to smile to make you frown
What a clown

Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
the things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks hear the way she talks

Hey this is David
I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma
Put on my boots and going down to Walter's
Get me some barbecue
Bring some home to the misses
He'll give you a bag to put it in
This is David, signing off

(Roger Miller) 

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars no pool no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means