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Stephen Stills




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Stills (1975)
1975
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I thought I knew you
I guess I took myself
Right down the wrong road
Leading to the past
I know you're trying
To rearrange your mind
But you were lying
Do you laugh in my face

Turn back turn back the pages
Who remembers names
Who remembers faces
Turn back don't drive yourself crazy
Life's too short for ritualistic chases

Maybe tomorrow
You'll find you have to cry
And in your sorrow
See the mirror it doesn't lie
Just like the last time
You try to pull me down
You are the past time
And blind and death to sound

Turn back turn back the pages
Who remembers names
Who remembers faces
Turn back don't drive yourself crazy
Life's too short for repetitious changes

No use denying
You wasted my time
And caused the crying
And the bitterness to hide

Just trying to prove
You need nobody else
But you're bound to lose
Lying to yourself

Turn back turn back the pages
Who remembers names
Who remembers faces
Turn back don't drive yourself crazy
Life's too short for ritualistic chases
Turn back turn back turn back the pages

. . .


This is my favorite set of changes
Already good for a couple of songs
Thought I might play them one more time
And over again

Makes me go back to the trouble I got into
Tryin' to live up to what they said I lucked into
At twenty-five


And this part reminds me of my lady
She loves me she's waitin' at home
And the baby she's makin'
I tell you it's frightenin'
How she trusts me so
And all of the sad times the bitter taste
Left by the struggle to grow
Must my baby know the blues

So if you're still listenin'
I hope you'll remember
The kid with the big white guitar
And all the sad stories to tell

I think it's high time
I went home she'll be worryin'
And missin' me so
How long can I let it drive
Me crazy this music won't
Let me go

But here I stand tryin' so hard to find
One more clever line
For this song of mine
But I can't seem to find
Anything that will rhyme
With my favorite changes

. . .


My angel there she goes
Where she comes from
Nobody knows
She came walkin' quiet as a bird, walkin' softly
With a good word

And who was I talkin' to
Soon I must see for myself
New love don't run away
I don't think you understand
How deeply you touch me

My angel callin' me soft and low
Love me gentle I've suffered and
Fallen so low
Can I try and love you best I can
Take good care of you be your man

Who was I talkin' to
Soon she will see for herself
New love don't run away
I think she now understands
How deeply she touches me

My angel will she go
Will she move on
I just don't know
If it happens that
She has to go
I'll be sorry but
I can say that I did know
My angel yes I did
I knew my angel

. . .


Strangest sort of feelin'
With me every day
Everybody wasted
A little more than they'd like to say

Worry 'bout tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost
In the way

When I was in prison
It was only yesterday
There were no longer cages
Still I had to stay

Think about tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost
And in the way

Never saw the stranger
Clouding up the day
Never understanding
Anything I say

Do you know the meaning
When you finally lose your way
Who will be your witness
Come to judgement day

Think about tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost
And in the way

. . .


I'm out on the street
All alone by the newsstand
The lady of leisure comes
Tearin' by
Almost knocking me down

She turns at the corner
And looking back
Lets her eyes send the message
I'm helpless alone
And I'm goin' down

Help me I need someone gentle to love me
My life is a miserable comedy
Of strangers
Posing as friends
I know they don't know
Who I am

Hurry it's time to make your move boy
Hurry better get along with it soon boy
Hurry there she goes
Hurry she's out the door boy
You know you can win the battle
But you can lose
The war
Hurry are your feet glued to the pavement boy
You know you can win the battle
But you can lose
The war

Thought I saw a fox I did I saw a fox
Amidst that sea of pride
Running
Let me call a hansom cab
We'll both get in and then go for a ride
Nowhere
Nothing spoken I retreat
Find the subway take a seat
I let myself get in my way
And let her get away

I got off the train at the next stop
And headed back uptown
I knew I could find her
She so needed a friend

I found her alone in a doorway
The tears in her eyes
Said there's nothing that you can say
I just need an ending

I gave her a flower
And got her to smile
And asked her quite frankly
Would she not prefer
A beginning

. . .


Believin' in you is believin' in me
All the same circle game that makes us feel free
So much behnd us so much to do
Some days you eat the bear
Some days the bear eats you

Nothin' to worry 'bout
But the worries
That you make up yourself

Christopher's watching me carefully now
Wonderin' who I am listenin' to the sound
He knows the best and the worst of me now
I don't think I could go on if I let him down

Nothin' to worry 'bout
But the worries
That you make up yourself

So my love do the things you got to do
Never have to be afraid, I'm always with you
Believin' in me and you like Christopher does
Believin' is the magic that makes one from the two of us

Nothin' to worry 'bout
But the worries
That you make up yourself

. . .


First things first
When you can quit livin' in the past
When you stop worryin' 'bout tomorrow
Then I think you just might last

And I know the price of freedom
Gettin' more than a little high
In these angry days of sorrow
We find the meaning of a lie
So I sing about first things first

First things first
Remember everything you pass
When it's time to go on back
Remember to put the first things first

And I know the price of freedom
Gettin' more than a little high
In these angry days of sorrow
We find the meaning of a lie
So I sing about first things first

. . .


New mama's got a son
In her eyes
No clouds are in my changing skies
Each morning when I
Get up to rise
I'm livin' in a dreamland

Changing times
Ancient reasons
That turn to lies
Throw them all away
Head in hand
Gift of wonders to
Understand
And open all the way

New mama's got a son
In her eyes
No clouds are in my changing skies
Each morning when I
Get up to rise
I'm livin' in a dreamland

. . .


As I come of age
I keep fallin' down
And I feel just like a schoolboy
I was in a senseless rage
Runnin' too hard
And I tore you all to pieces

Yes but it's all over now
I'm a little bit older now
The lessons that I'm learnin' now
Gonna make it easy
Somehow

Now then can I try
Starting over
Put the pieces back together
Even as I cry bitter tears
I can see it's all a puzzle
A game
Always the same

By the time I die with the passing
If I've sorted out my changes
And if you could take the time
I would tell you that it's still a puzzle
The same
Always a game

. . .


Pretty woman you lovely such and such
Think about the last time
You had a gentle touch
Did you feel it
Ain't it just too much

See somebody pretty
Look you in the eye
That's the one that touches you
Do you need a place to hide
And I'm just as bad as anything
You ever thought about anyone

And I know our time's goin' to come
Just as sure as the risin' of the sun
And I know she loves me so

See somebody pretty
Look you in the eye
That's the one that touches you
Do you need a place to hide

. . .


I been burned
By a cold empty fire
I been turned and led astray
But you learn
When you deal with a liar
It's a cold cold world
Cold world when it's
Your friends

I bee taken
Down a blind street
I been shaken and led astray
You awaken
With a bad bad feelin'
It's a cold cold world
When it's your friends

You might listen you might
Not it don't bother me
You won't know till the
Time catches up with you
Can't you see how close I'm
Watching you

Feel like dirt
They've taken my pride
And what's worse
I've been so betrayed
And it hurts you deep down inside
It's a cold cold world
Cold world, when it's your friends

You know trust is so hard to give
But you must or you're gonna be alone
When you're dust it just should not be
That it was a cold cold world
Cold world... cold cold world...
In the end

. . .


Are you leavin'
Bein' alone
Always made you so sad
I got memories of the city
Followin' me everywhere I go

Are you mad with heartache
Got a country home
And you a Parisienne
Gonna take all your sorrows
Right along with you when I'm gone

And I got to go away
Only need a couple of days
I got one more chance to sing it
And I ain't gon' waste my time
'Cause everything including you
Is on the line

Are you troubled
Feelin' bad
And no one seems to care
Got the myth of Sisyphus

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