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Roy Orbison
Roy Orbison


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Настоящее имя Roy Kelton Orbison
Дата рождения 23 апреля 1936 г.
Место рождения Vernon, Texas, United States
Дата смерти 6 декабря 1988 г.
Место смерти Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Жанры Rockabilly
Pop
Годы 1954—1988
Лейблы Virgin Records
Asylum Records
Mercury Records
London Records
PolyGram Records
Monument Records
Sun Records
MGM Distribution
См. также Traveling Wilburys
Class of '55
Сайт Website



Альбом Roy Orbison



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If heartaches brought fame
In loves crazy game
I'd be a legend in my time

If they gave gold statuettes
For tears and regrets
I'd be a legend in my time

But they don't give awards
And there's no praise or fame
For a heart that's been broken


over love that's in vain

If lonliness meant world acclaim
Everyone would know my name
I'd be a legend in my time

If lonliness meant world acclaim
Everyone would know my name
I'd be a legend in my time

. . .


Don Gibson

Everywhere I go heartache just hurts me so
I can't escape from you, and I'm hurting
Sorrow is by my side, misery is my guide
Every minute is blue, and I'm hurting

Loving you from day to day, memories that make this poor fool pay
Time can't heal my yesterdays, loving you, loving you

I cry each tear in vain, my hopes are all the same
My future is nothing but blue and I'm hurting

Loving you from day to day, memories that make this poor fool pay
Time can't heal my yesterdays, loving you, loving you

I cry each tear in vain, my hopes are all the same
My future is nothing but blue and I'm hurting, Im hurting

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Written by Don Gibson.

I still live on the same street,that we lived on.
The same old street,where memories were made on.

I shouldn't stay,why don't I go?.
Each day hurts a little more.

It won't be the same street anymore, since you've gone.
It won't be the same street anymore.

Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.
See all familiar places, where we talked before.

But I can't run,from memories.
They're mine and they belong to me.

It won't be the same street anymore.since you've gone.
It won't be the same street anymore.

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(Don Gibson )

Far, far away is my love of yesterday
She's gone, gone, gone, gone, from me, from me
Far, far away is my life, my love my way
Wonder where, where, where, where
Where oh where can she be?

Days, endless days nights, dark dismay
Lonely, I'm lonely where can she be?
Far, far away is my love of yesterday
Wonder where, where, where, where where

Oh where can she be?

Far, far away is my love of yesterday
Wonder where, where, where, where where
Oh where can she be?
Where where, where, where, where where
oh where can she be?

. . .


Don Gibson

Big hearted me,big hearted me
big hearted me
I had to give my love away
I give it to a girl
that broke it in two like it was clay
I should have known better
I should have never let her
But I couldn't break free
I gave her all my love so generously
big hearted me

Big hearted me,big hearted me
I bought her everything
A mink and a ring
A home so fine
I thought she loved me so
There never was a doubt that she was mine
Until one day I opened my eyes and plain as could be
My love was all gone
She left me all alone
Big hearted me

Big hearted me
big hearted me
Big hearted me

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Sweet dreams baby
Sweet dreams baby
Sweet dreams baby
How long must I dream

Dream baby go me dreaming sweet dream the whole day through
Dream baby got me dreaming sweet dreams the night time too
I love you and I really love you that won't do
Dream baby make me stop dreaming you can make my dreams come true

Sweet dreams baby
Sweet dreams baby
Sweet dreams baby
How long must I dream

Dream baby go me dreaming sweet dream the whole day through
Dream baby got me dreaming sweet dreams the night time too
I love you and I really love you that won't do
Dream baby make me stop dreaming you can make my dreams come true

Sweet dreams baby
Sweet dreams baby
Sweet dreams baby
How long must I dream

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(Don Gibson)

Oh, such a stranger, you don't even know me,
It's just as though we never even met.
Oh, such a stranger, you don't even see me
Tell me was I that easy to forget?

Don't you remember, please won't you try?
Was it that long ago you brought tears to my eyes?

Oh, such a stranger, we're not even friends
Don't you even remember me when?

Oh, such a stranger, we're not even friends
Don't you even remember me when?

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(Gibson)
DON GIBSON (RCA 47-7010, 1957)

It's been a blue blue day, I feel like running away
I feel like running away from it all
My love has been untrue, she's found somebody new
It's been a blue blue day for me
I feel like crying, dying, what can I do
I feel like playing, saying I'm glad we're through
It's been a blue blue day, I feel like running away
I feel like running away from the blues

How can I make believe, that I don't sit and grieve
It's been a blue blue day for me
I can't pretend and say, that I don't love her anyway
It's been a blue blue day for me
I feel like crying, dying, what can I do
I feel like praying, saying I'm glad we're through
It's been a blue blue day, I feel like running away
I feel like running away from the blues

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(Don Gibson)

You're happy now yes it's plain to see
You're not concerned with your old used-to-be
You've got no heartaches or misery
You're happy I see, what about me?

You pass me by with your head up high
You've no regrets since we said goodbye
You could at least show some sympathy
You're happy I see, what about me?

What about me? What about me?

I live with the promises you didn't keep.
What about me? What about me?
Those sweet words you said were just words to deceive.

One day you'll find your love untrue
You'll feel the same way I feel about you
You could at least show some sympathy
You're happy I see.what about me?

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(Don Gibson)

I've got alot of memories,
To last me the rest of my life
So if you don't want to love me,
Well baby that'll be alright
I'm gonna take all the lovin'
That I had for you
Gonna take all the loneliness
And sit right down with the blues.

I'm gonna give myself a party
Serve old memories
I'll give myself a party
Think of how it used to be
Remember all the happiness
That we once knew
I'll give myself a party
Just me and the blues.

A few of your love letters
A photograph or two
The gift you gave me on my birthday
With words of I love you
There's lots of things to think about
When you're happy being blue
I'm gonna take all the heartache
And sit right down with the blues.

I'm gonna give myself a party
Serve old memories
I'll give myself a party
Think of how it used to be
Remember all the happiness
That we once knew
I'll give myself a party
Just me and the blues.

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It's too soon to know if I can forget her
My heart's been broken in too many pieces
And It's too soon to know

Time passes slow will I ever know
If I can forget her and not let it show
But it's too soon to know

News travels fast when a love affair ends
People keep asking what happened to them

But it's too soon to know it I can forget her
My heart's been broken in too many pieces
And It's too soon to know
My heart's been broken in too many pieces
And It's too soon to know

. . .


Don Gibson

Lonesome Number One,just call me Lonesome Number One
Although no titles have I won,I surely must be Lonesome Number One

Every love I've had has faded like the dew
Every one I've wanted,has wanted someone new
Heartaches hang around and always come
I surely must be Lonesome Number One

Lonesome Number One,just call me Lonesome Number One
Although no titles have I won,I surely must be Lonesome Number One

It seems I'm always losing,love just can't come near
Just when love gets close it always disappears
Sorrow always keeps me on the run
I surely must be Lonesome Number One

Lonesome Number One, just call me Lonesome Number One
Although no titles have I won, I surely must be Lonesome Number One
Just call me Lonesome Number One,here I come I'm Lonesome Number One

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