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Three Dog Night




Альбом Three Dog Night


Seven Separate Fools (1972)
1972
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Black & White
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Prelude To Morning
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Black & White

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Turpentine, dandelion wine
Turnin' the corner and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head
Gonna hi-di-ha 'til I'm dead

Sister Sue, short and stout
She didn't grow up she grew out
Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind
Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind
Don't let her out much except at night
I don't care 'cause I'm all right

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks lay on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them bad times away from my door

Brother Gene, he's big and mean,
But don't have much to say
He had a little woman that he'd whup each day
But now she's gone away
He got drunk last night, kickin' Mama down the stairs
I'm all right and I don't care

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks lay on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them bad times away from my door

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Prelude To Morning

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April gave us springtime and the promise of the flowers
And the feeling that we both shared and the love that we called ours
We knew no time for sadness, that's a road we each had crossed
We were living a time meant for us, and even when it would rain
we would laugh it off.

I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet
I've got pieces of April, it's a morning in May

We stood on the crest of summer, beneath an oak that blossomed green
Feeling as I did in April, not really knowing what it means
But it must be then that you stand beside me now to make me feel this way
Just as I did in April, but it's a morning in May.

I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet
I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May

I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet
I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May


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Going in circles, don't really know
Where I have come from, where I will go
You say that you love me, and maybe you do
There's nothing that matters or anything new

I've been through a million trips in the night
Living with shadows, looking for light
And passing the faces, how lonely they seem
Looking for traces of yesterdays dream

Going in circles, been here before
Never expected anything more
Might die tomorrow, I might go to Spain
Dumb to the sorrow, numb to the pain

Circles.
Going in circles.
Circles


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Free like a bird as it flies,
Free like an old man that dies,
Just like a stream or a rose growing wild,
Somewhere there's someone walkin' the road
Somewhere someone who carries a load,
Don't look too far to see somewhere there's a man.

Chained, chained, chained, chained.
God bring the day, God bring the day,
God bring the day when we don't have to lay there chained.

God, why don't you let them go?
Why? That's what I want to know.
Pray to the Lord, give thanks that you're free.
Somewhere there's a magical sun,
Somewhere and no evil is done,
Where there's a devil wind, therein a man

Chained, chained, chained, chained.
God bring the day, God bring the day,
God bring the day when we don't have to lay there chained.

Chained, chained, chained, chained.
God bring the day, God bring the day,
God bring the day when we don't have to lay there.

Chained, chained, chained, chained.
Chained, chained, chained, chained


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Harvey-Collins

Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned,
'Cause when I get high I can't leave those women alone.
Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready to slaughter,
Lookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, y'all.

Five miles o' road between me and the hounds,
A rosey throat sheriff and his deputies trackin'me down.
Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Funky Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing, yeah
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.

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In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.

Woman becomes a tree of life,
A cycle once more to begin,
Through wisdom gained in ages past
She is the start and end.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.

Innocent a child is born a being with no past,
Then in his eyes a fear takes shape,
A fear I feel will last.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.

In fear of love we fear of life,
A fear of living life alone,
When love is found a fear is past
And her life becomes your own.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.

In bed we cry, in bed we're born and die.
In bed we cry, in bed we're born and die.
In bed we cry, in bed we're born and die.
In bed we cry, in bed we're born and die.
In bed we cry, in bed we're born and die.
In bed we cry, in bed we're born and die


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Freedom for the stallion, freedom for the mare and her colt,
Freedom for the baby child who has not grown old enough to vote.
Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do about the people who are prayin' to you?
They got men makin' laws that destroy other men, made money, God, it's a doggone
sin,
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.

Big ship's a-sailin', slaves all chained and bound,
Headin' for a brand new land that someone said he up and found.
Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do about the people who are prayin' to you?
They got men makin' laws that destroy other men, they made money, God, it's a
doggone sin.
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.

Freedom for the stallion, freedom for the mare and her colt,
Freedom for the baby child who has not grown old enough to vote.
Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do about the people who are prayin' to you?
You know when I look inside my mind searchin' for the truth I find,
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.

Hey, Lord!


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Lookin' out my window, it was a smoggy afternoon,
I breathen in some air, I couldn't get in too soon.
I turned on the news, learned of some food I shouldn't eat,
Don't you run around today, you might pass out in the heat.

Writing's on the wall, facts are in the books,
Nothin' lost is nothin' gained,
It seems there's writings on the wall.

Yeah

I just can't understand how this world is run,
Well, people say that war is bad, but they keep on makin' guns.
Ever since the world began it's always been the same,
'Cause hist'ry'll always tell the truth
War is such a shame.

So the writing's on the wall you can't outrace your fate,
What will be will always be, so the writing's on the wall.
Facts are in the books, nothin' lost is nothin' gained,
Writing's on the wall.

Writing's on the wall, facts are in the books,
Nothin' lost is nothin' gained, so there's writings on the wall.

Writing's on the wall, facts I learned too late,
What will be will always be, writings on the wall.
You can't outrace your fate, so what will be will always be,
There's writings on the wall, the lesson's learned too late,
Nothin' lost is nothin' gained cause the writing's on the wall.
Facts I learned too late, so what will be will always be,
Writing's on the wall, you can't outrace your fate
So what will be will always be, cause the writing's on the wall


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Find my way back home. I don't know if I want to go.
All I want to know, can I keep doing all these shows? Yeah
Haven't got the time to worry over little things.
Fighting for some time to be alone, all alone.
Take you for a ride. I'll take you where you wanna go.
Are you ready for a ride? Make me feel that you want to go.
Can't they understand I'm tired of this business scene?
I gotta get away make me feel that I'm in a dream.

Won't you be my midnight runaway?
Won't cha take the time to runaway with me?
Feeling fine tonight, we'll runaway.
Should we head for the hills or to the sea?

They're messing with my head.
I need a little time to think.
Worryin' every night, can I float, will I sink?
Can't they understand? I'm tired of their ruthless game.
I gotta get away, or you know I'll go insane.

Won't you be my midnight runaway?
Won't cha take the time to runaway with me?
Feeling fine tonight, we'll runaway.
Should we head for the hills or to the sea?

Won't cha be my runaway?
Won't cha take the time to runaway with me?
Feelin' fine, let's runaway,
Should we head for the hills or to the sea?

Can't they understand,
Haven't got much time,
Ready for a ride?
Haven't got much time, can't they see?
Do, do they understand?
I need a helping hand,
I gotta get away, get away, yeah.
Awww.
Got to get to me.
Awww.
Can't, can't they understand why?
Don't they understand,
Can't, can't they understand why?
Oh, got to get away
Can't, can't they understand why?
Don't they understand...


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