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REO Speedwagon
REO Speedwagon


Информация
Откуда Champaign, Illinois, United States
Жанры Rock
Hard Rock
Годы 1967—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
См. также Styx
Состав
Dave Amato
Kevin Cronin
Neal Doughty
Bruce Hall
Bryan Hitt
Бывшие участники
Mike Murphy
Gary Richrath
Alan Gratzer
Gregg Philbin
Terry Luttrell
Bill Fiorio
Jesse Harms
Graham Lear
Miles Joseph
Steve Scorfina
Mike Blair
Joe Matt
Bob Crownover
Joe McCabe



Альбом REO Speedwagon


Live: You Get What You Play For (1977)
1977
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Flying Turkey Trot
10.
Gary's Guitar Solo (not on CD)
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12.
13.
14.
Little Queenie (not on CD)
15.
. . .


Well I've seen women who cross their legs
Before they sit down to the table
And I've seen women who look to the sky
Screamin Lord I believe in the Bible
And I've seen hookers dancin through Times Square
With their heads held up so high
But I've never seen a woman
Who makes me feel
Woah, like you do

Well I've seen couples holdin hands
With that glazy look in their eyes
And I've seen lovers rollin round in bed
Screamin as if they're gonna die
And I've seen lovers holdin hands
And then laughin when their back is turned
But I've never seen a woman
Who makes me feel
Woah, like you do

(solo)

Well I've seen women who cross their legs
Before they sit down to the table
And I've seen women who look to the sky
Screamin Lord I Believe in the Bible
And I've seen hookers dancin through Times Square
With their heads held up so high
But I've never seen a woman
Who makes me feel
No I've never seen a woman
Who can make me feel
Like you do

. . .


I've played your game
And I've played it well.
I'll be another fool
To hang upon your wall.
I laid my heart out
Like an open book.
It's a simple thing and don't take much
To crack it open and bleed.

Lay me down.
Lay me down when you're through with me.
Lay me down.
Let me bleed when you're through with me.
Don't let me think you're wrong,
Just let me fall down.
I'll pick myself up again.
It's the kindest thing you can do for me,
So, woman, won't you lay me down.

I lied to myself.
Tried to believe in you.
But it's hard to rely on the ghost of someone you hardly even knew
You bring things out
Just to bring me down.
Then you twist them about and shove 'em in my face
Til my eyes can't see any good.
Yeah!

. . .


Well if you're ever in a tight spot,
and all the things around you are gettin' hot,
come to me and I can cool you off.
And if you ever get yourself in a jam,
and if you ever feel you need to find a man
call my number and, darling, you found one

But I know now, it can never work out
the way I really wished that it would.
But a second-hand love is better than no love at all

And the walls get a little closer,
and my throat gets a little tighter when
I say to you that a second-hand love from you is better than no love at all
Any kind of love from you is better than no love at all

If you got the feeling it ain't right tonight
And if the fire at home ain't as hot as you like
I've got a fire that's burning for you.
And if you ever feel you need to get away
To get away from the rest of your life,
I'll come a-runnin' and show you the world.

. . .


Please don't worry now about the mornin'
When it's time we'll sip our wine and sleep
Woah, but I've been known
To love more than one person
Woah, and I've been shown
That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes

Listen to my words now look no further
What you've seen is what I mean no more
Woah, but I've been known
To love more than one person
Woah, and I've been shown
That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes

Don't dream of answers cause you know I've none to give
They burn like cancers they just won't let you live

I've been known
To love more than one person
And I've been shown
That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes

Don't dream of answers cause you know I've none to give
We move like dancers steppin on each other to live
And pouncin hard
Like animals in the yard
And there's no healin, lookin, feelin
There's no denyin that bein kind can hurt
Someone sometimes
Oh, there's no denyin, woah lord there's no denyin
That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes

. . .


I used to be lonely till I learned about livin alone
I found other things to keep my mind on
And I'm gettin to know myself a little bit better
Whoa , I keep pushin on
Keep pushin on, yeah

Goin through all the changes I made so many mistakes, oh yes I did
Tryin to leave behind the heartaches
And sometimes I think I was a little bit crazy, oh yeah
Whoa, I keep pushin on

Keep pushin, keep pushin, keep pushin, keep pushin on
Keep pushin, keep pushin, you know you have got to be so strong
Keep pushin, keep pushin, well even if you think your strength is gone
Keep pushin on

(solo)

Well it's comin together I finally feel like a man, oh yes I do
I never thought that I'd be where I am, oh
Everyday I wake a little bit higher
Whoa I keep pushin on, oh yeah
(repeat chorus)

. . .


Now there's nothing left to do
but to lay my head down for sleeping
I'm weak with exhaustion and the lover's blues
and I still can't forget those weeks I had with you

But I guess it was only a summer love
Nothing too serious and nothing to last
I feel like a fool to be longing for that lyin' summer love

Once we both loved just a bit too hard
for deep down we both knew it was dyin'
And we both talked just a little about forever
but we both knew we were doing some lyin'.

Now the snow falls, freezing my hurt for you
but some nights I feel it's still there.
I've come back now to the life I've known before you
but I doesn't have the same old meaning.

. . .


Hometown lady, leavin' for the city
Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train
Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving.

But a woman can't be high-class
In a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man
Ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.

Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show
Painted lips and fingers singing for the world
A fashion plate for sure dancin' for your plastic world
Call me up if you can but if not well I'll understand

But a woman can't be high-class
In a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man
Ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.

. . .


You touched me. You took me away.
You left me confused when you said you couldn't stay.
But now I know what you were trying to say.
I can understand that I'm not the only one.
But I believe our time is gonna come.

I dream of you through every night,
But you're not risin' with me, so I don't wanna see the light.
Even if you can't come over, and I hoping that you might
'Cause when you're not here nothing's any fun.
But I believe our time is gonna come.

I believe our time is gonna come
I believe our time is gonna come
I believe our time is gonna
I believe our time is gonna come

. . .

Flying Turkey Trot

[Нет текста]

. . .

Gary's Guitar Solo

[Нет текста]

. . .


We flew into town on Sunday, had to find a place by Monday
Tried Bridgeport and Westport, 'til we found a place that we thought would do
157 Riverside Avenue.

Saugatuck River's flowin', Mother nature's colors were showin'
So cold, and rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue
Not enough time, too many things to do.

(solo)

We met a young girl on Main Street, wanted just to pass her by
She was homely, but we were lonely, she said "Can I make love to you?"
We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue

live verse
We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to pass her by
She was lovely, we were horney, She said, "Can I make love to you?"
I said 157 Riverside Avenue. Here's what she said:

live verse
Well ya see she talk like a guitar, that woman did, I never understood a word
she said, maybe thats why we got along so well. I don't know baby, come on baby.

It's over, Miss Lena, we're leaving. Such a pleasant stay, I must say.
So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you
At 157 Riverside Avenue.

. . .


Ridin' the storm out, waitin' for the thaw out
On a full moon night in the Rocky Mountain winter.
My wine bottle's low, watching for the snow
I've been thinking lately of what I'm missing in the city.

And I'm not missing a thing
Watchin' the full moon crossing the range
Ridin' the storm out
Ridin' the storm out.

My lady's beside me, she's there to guide me.
She says that alone we've finally found home.
The wind outside is frightening,
but it's kinder than the lightning life in the city.
It's a hard life to live but it gives back what you give.

. . .


Recently I've been thinkin about what I am and where my priorities lie
Gettin it together on some future plan, decidin what I need to get by
I tried workin and schoolin but there just not my plan, oh no
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man

Well I could be pickin bluegrass or singin the blues,
it doesn't really matter to me
As long as I'm playin the music I just can't lose,
and noones gonna tell me differently
Cause all I really care about is sittin right here in my hands,
oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man

Well my momma sits and worries about me for days
Even though she really likes the way the boy plays
My daddy tells her I'm just goin through a phase
But that's just what he always says
I hear what they're sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
(repeat) yeah

(solo)

Well my momma sits and worries about me for days
Even though she really likes the way the boy plays
My daddy tells her that I'm goin through a phase
But that's just what he always says
I hear what they're sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man

Well I've told you my story now here's what I've found
To be happy you need only be real
So don't let anyone try to turn your head around
Just remember you are what you feel
You see all of my life people been tryin to tell me what I am, oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man, oh yeah
(repeat)

. . .


I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her comin down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
Well there she is again
Standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinkin

Well if she's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance and I oughta take it
If she can dance we can make it
C'mon queenie let's shake it

I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie

Won't someone tell me
Who's the queen standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen

I said go, go, go, little queenie (3x)
(solo)

Meanwhile, I was still thinkin, hmmmm,
Well if it's a slow one
We'll omit it
If it's a rocker, then we'll get it
If it's a good one, she'll admit it
C'mon queenie, let's get with it

I said go, go, go, little queenie (3x)
(solo)
I said go, go, go, little queenie (3x)

. . .


Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin' just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand

Mortgage people you crawl to your homes
Your security lies in your bed of white foam
You act concerned but then why turn away
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today
Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah......

(solo)

Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin' just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand

(repeat)

. . .


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