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Thin Lizzy
Thin Lizzy


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Откуда Dublin, Ireland
Жанры Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Годы 1969—н.в.
Лейблы Decca Music Group
EMI Group
Vertigo Records
Mercury Records
BMG International
См. также Whitesnake
Motörhead
Def Leppard
Wild Horses
Blue Murder
Funky Junction
Grand Slam
Dare
21 Guns
The Almighty
Сайт Website
Состав
Vivian Campbell
Ricky Warwick
Scott Gorham
Marco Mendoza
Darren Wharton
Brian Downey
Бывшие участники
Brian Robertson
Phil Lynott
Eric Bell
Gary Moore
Midge Ure
Snowy White
John Sykes
Randy Gregg
Francesco DiCosmo
Eric Wrixon
Tommy Aldridge
Michael Lee



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Fighting (1975)
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She's quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said "See you later"
You know one day I disobeyed her openly

She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
The teen queen, Rosalie

She's got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
She's so fantastic
She's everybody's favorite little record girl

She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
I got the power, Rosalie

Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie

Down on me, Rosalie
Shine on me will you please

Well Chattanooga, Lacooda, Baooga Loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then you'd best be smiling when it's losing time

She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
She is a tower, Rosalie

Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie

. . .


Up jumped Jack on the railroad track
Said "I've got to get out of town"
"It's been really nice knowing you"
"Hope to see you around"

Oh the boy he could boogie
Oh the boy can kick a ball
But the boy he got hung up
Smooching in the stalls

You've got to give a little love
To those who love to live
You've got to take a little hate
From those who have to wait

Up jumped John putting his trousers on
Saying "I've got to get out of here"
"Hear your lover's footsteps"
"They're coming to near for me my dear"

Oh the boy he could boogie
Oh the boy can kick a ball
But the boy he got hung up
Making love against the wall

You've got to give a little love
To those who love to live
You've got to take a little hate
From those who have to wait

. . .


The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad?

Peter Brent combed his hair
And sent for the police
Policeman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace

No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide

The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Don't that make you want to smile?

No one was really satisfied
About number eighty-one
The autopsy proved that Peter lied
But they never could find the gun

No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide

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Wild one won't you please come home
You've been away too long, will you
We need you home, we need you near
Come back wild one will you

How can we live without your love
You know that could kill you
How can we carry on
When you are gone my wild one

So you go your way wild one
I'll try and follow
And if you change your mind
I will be waiting here for you tomorrow

For I would beg for you
I would steal and I would borrow
I'd do anything, anything at all
To end this sorrow

Wild one
The gypsies warned of the danger
You can laugh and joke with friends
But don't you ever talk to strangers

Although their offers may be sweet
And I'd bet and I would wager
Away you'll stray and never come back
To those who love and made you

. . .


I'm tough, rough, ready and able
To pick myself up from under this table
Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label
I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable

But I'm fighting my way back

I'm busting out and I'm going in
I'm kicking up about the state I'm in
Looking to my future, not my past
I want to be a good boy but how long can it last

Fighting my way back

This kid is going to wreck and ruin
I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing
You see it happened all a little too soon
But it's all there in this here tune

Fighting my way back

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Down and out in the city
Won't you give a boy a break
Juvenile on trial before committee
Taken all he can take

But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to convert him
Me I'm not too sure

Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
When autumn leaves us, oh how winter freezes

And the child is still breathing
With the beating of a heart (with the beating of the heart)
Some say we are equal
Some a million miles apart

Oh my god
Oh my god

But the king shall have his vengeance
While the Queen she represents the innocent
And the child so dependent
But the seasons conquer all

Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
When autumn leaves, oh how winter freezes

But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to converted
Me I'm not so sure

. . .


When the spirit slips away
There's nothing you can do, there's nothing you can say
May the angels be watching over you
When your spirit slips away

When the darkness starts to fall
You're on your own and your back's against the wall
May the angels bring their flame to you
When your spirit slips away

And when the music that makes you blue
Unfolds its secrets, the mysteries are told to you
May the angels sing rejoice to you
That fateful day when your spirit slips away

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I should've known you couldn't take it
You had to make it with another man
You know that's true baby
And I can play that game if you can

It's been a long time since I've come here
To give you what you need
My roots are in Chicago
But I know where I want to plant my seed

I bet a silver dollar you'd love another
And you know that silver dollar, it would make me rich
Girl like you, easy pitch
But I miss you now you're gone

I'm coming home girl just to show you
What's this man's been living for
A tip for you, don't be surprised baby
When I come busting through that door

I bet a silver dollar you'd love another
And even though that silver dollar would make me rich
I want to tell you that there is a hitch
I miss you know you're gone

And all I got left is my old guitar

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Let me tell you the hard luck story
About a man named Jack McDuff
He believed in God and glory
But he just wasn't tough enough

I believe in the freedom song
Long live liberty!
I believe in the freedom song
I'll choose my own destiny

Well they took him and they beat him
Underneath the old hanging tree
Saying, "Jack, you must die"
"What will your last words be?"

Jack, he hung his head back
"Long live liberty!"
"I believe in the freedom song"
"Doesn't matter what you do to me"

With a rope around his neck they left him hanging
High on that old hanging tree
On her knees his wife was screaming
"Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy"

I believe in the freedom song
Long live liberty!
I believe in the freedom song
Doesn't matter what you do to me

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I've been mixed up, cut up so sit down and shut up
'Cause I'm a hard man
I was hung up, strung out but I can't take no more junk
Even if you can

It will beat ya cheat ya
Deceit ya, defeat ya

No rocker, bopper, show stealin' teeny bopper
Gonna get a thing from me
No fat, black, back scratchin' pussy cat
Gonna get her claws on me

Well they got a scheme to sell you kids
The silver screens and glossy magazines

Better hold back, good times, strung out, hung up
Strong out, picked on, ripped off, kicked out
Spit on, set up, ripped off, locked up, sent down
Maybe you're as hard as I am

Just blow me away

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