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Stephen Stills




Альбом Stephen Stills


Stills Alone (1991)
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Love is a secret
That everyone knows
Love is a chime that rings
When the wind blows
Keep yourself honest
So it can grow
'Cause when you've lost it
Your heart turns cold
Isn't it so?
I remember the first girl
That I really loved
However it hurt her
She loved me enough
I wanted to wander
She knew I would go
She shed a tear knowin'
That I'd be alone
Wasn't it so?
Painfully I was most aware how
Very unfair it was
Leavin' her suddenly just like that
Goin' God knows where I was
Chasing a rainbow
She understood
She was a prophet
She told me I should
Follow my heart
Like I'd been told
Seek out your vision
Before you get old
Isn't it so?
Now many years later
I finally see
How much she did love me
She set me free
Her last few dollars
Put gas in my car
She said "Promise to write me
Wherever you are"
From out on the highway
I think I wrote twice
I always remembered
Her simple advice
Love is a secret
That everyone knows
Try too hard to hide it
It never will show
Isn't it so
How did she know?

. . .


(Fred Neil)

Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echoes of my mind
People stoppin', starin'
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
In the pouring rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off a northeast wind
Sailin' on a summer's breeze
Skipping over the ocean
Like a stone

Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echoes of my mind
People stoppin', starin'
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
In the pouring rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off a northeast wind
Sailin' on a summer's breeze
Skipping over the ocean
Like a stone

And you know I'll never leave my love behind

. . .


There is a stranger where I once knew you
There is a dangerous energy flows through you
I don't know what to say
Just get out of the way
And remind you
This just isn't like you
I wouldn't pay no mind 'cept for the voices
Telling you I won't mind you makin' my choices
Not wishing to be unkind
But you are out of line
Need I remind you
This just isn't like you
And I must confess to bein' heart broken
That you would still insist I been jokin'
When I am always there
As you are well aware
Doesn't it strike you
It just isn't like you

. . .


(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)

There are places I remember
All my life
Though some have changed

Some forever not for better
Some have gone
And some remain

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living
In my life
I've loved them all

And of all these friends and lovers
There is no one
Compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love
As something new

Though I know I'll never ever lose affection
For people and things
That went before

And I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life
I've loved you more

In my life
I've loved you
More

. . .


(Bob Dylan)

Hollis Brown he lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown he lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin broken down

He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile
He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile
His children are so hungry they've
Forgotten how to smile

Your babies' eyes are crazy they're a tuggin' at your sleeve
Your babies' eyes are crazy they're a tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe

Rats got to your flour bad blood it got your mare
Rats got to your flour bad blood it got your mare
Is there anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares

Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's a hangin' on the wall

Your brain is a bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand

There's seven breezes blowin' all around a cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin' all around a cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar

There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born

. . .


Listen to the sound of the night bird singin'
I wonder who he calls
My fingers hurt so bad, it's got me grinnin'
And I wonder can I do it all
Hit a stretch of rapids in the rushing ragin' river
Looking out for boulders and falls
A woman she watches from the top of the canyon
Hopin' we don't drown us all
Help me now, I got to slow down
Hear my singin' call
Hurt myself bad on a run through the desert
Threw a shoe and took a bad fall
Long for the peace that the ancients bring me
Murmur of the lowlands shut my jaw
Help me now, I got to slow down
Hear my singin' call
Everyone knows there's a price for the askin'
Some people buy themselves a doll
Help me, sweet Jesus
I'm weary from the journey
I need to tell my brothers what I saw
Help me now, I got to slow down
Hear my singin' call

. . .


(Stephen Stills/Tom Pogue)

She's a honky tonk angel that
You meet in the night

And she knows how to love you
And make you feel right

She's gonna wave you goodbyeBut the people there are poor
Can't see the forest for the trees

In the time it takes to sing this song
Another acre's gone

Gotta save the Amazonia
Before all of it is gone

Amazonia
Amazonia

With so many people hungry
All those children there to feed

No use blaming the Sinterras
They've got families

Finding other ways to prosper
Realize the damage done

Educate them with an answer
And take care of everyone

In Amazonia

Amazonia
Amazonia

Simple answers are much harder
To accomplish than the rest

And there's always someone getting hurt
When you have to do what's best

So put your imagination
And your shoulder to the task

Save the rain forest from ourselves
There's no more we can ask

. . .


Blind Fiddler Medley ("The Blind Fiddler," Trad.; "Do for the Others," Stephen Stills; "Know You Got to Run," Stephen Stills/John Hopkins)

I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop
In the year of fifty six
Working on a t-flange
'Twas in need of fix
It bounded from the tongs
And there concealed my doom

I am a blind fiddler
Far frommy home

I have a wife and daughter
Depending on me
What good can I do them
My God I cannot see
I wander from one place to another
My daily bread to win

I am a blind fiddler
Looking for a friend

Round round up and down
All along the lonely town
See him sinkin' low
Doesn't see the love there is to know

And he cries
From the misery
And he lies
Singing harmony
She is gone
There is no tomorrow
It is done
So now he must borrow
The life of his brothers
And living in sorrow
He must do
For the others

A chill wind hits his face
Was that a tear
I thought I saw a trace
Loving people everywhere
Where is she
She is not there

And he cries
From the misery
And he lies
Singing harmony
She is gone
There is no tomorrow
It is done
So now he must borrow
The life of his brothers
And living in sorrow
He must do
For the others

Know you got to run
And you know you got to hide
Don't know who to follow
Who is on your side
Don't know where you're going
Won't talk of where you been
And I may see you tomorrow
Never more again

And you got yourself a potion
For to keep you from your sleep
In the dark and lonely hours
I've heard you laugh and weep
Talk about you're sinkin'
What a hole you're in
But you'll never face your lonely soul
Never face your friends

And you know you got to run
And you know you got to hide
Still there is a great light
Lingerin' deep within your eyes
Open up open up
C'mon and let me in
When you can love yourself honey I
I can love you then

I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop
In seventeen fifty six
Working on a t-flange
'Twas in need of fix
It bounded from the tongs
And there concealed my doom
I am a blind fiddler
Far from my home

Round round up and down
All along the lonely town

. . .


Amazonia
Amazonia
From the heart of Amazonia
Comes the very air we breathe
But the people there are poor
Can't see the forest for the trees
In the time it takes to sing this song
Another acre's gone
Gotta save the Amazonia
Before all of it is gone
Amazonia
Amazonia
With so many people hungry
All those children there to feed
No use blaming the Sinterras
They've got families
Finding other ways to prosper
Realize the damage done
Educate them with an answer
And take care of everyone
In Amazonia
Amazonia
Amazonia
Simple answers are much harder
To accomplish than the rest
And there's always someone getting hurt
When you have to do what's best
So put your imagination
And your shoulder to the task
Save the rain forest from ourselves
There's no more we can ask

. . .


I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
I don't do business that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style
I'm a treetop flyer

I will fly any cargo you can pay to run
these bush league pilots just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyons, never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run
For a treetop flyer

I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand
Fly fifteen feet off the Rio Grande
I'll blow the mesquite right up off the sand
Seldom seen, especially when I land
I'm a treetop flyer
Born Survivor

People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Was over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught me right,
Stay under the treeline, and you might be alright
I'm a treetop flyer

So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
I promised my woman this is gonna be my last
I get the ship down, I tie her fast
then some old boy walks up, says "Hey son, you wanna make some fast cash?"
I'm a treetop flyer

Well there's things I am, and there's things I'm not
I am a smuggler and I could get shot
Aint going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
'Cause I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor

Usually work alone

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