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Van Halen
Van Halen


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Откуда Pasadena, California, United States
Жанры Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Годы 1972—н.в.
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Diver Down (1982)
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(Words by Ray Davies)

Whoo-wee!
Uh!
Ooo-ooo
Uh!

All my life I never stop to worry 'bout a thing
Open up and shout it out, never try to sing

Wonderin' if I've done it wrong
Will this depression last for long?
Won't you tell me

Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?

Once we had an easy ride an' always felt the same
Time was on our side, we had everything to gain

Let it be like yesterday
Is that me or Happy Days?

Ma and Pa look back on all the things they used to do
They never had no money and they always told the truth

Daddy didn't need no little toys
Mommy didn't need no little boys
Won't you tell me

Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Ow!

(Guitar Solo)

Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
Aw, but then let's face it, things are easier today

Guess you need some bringing down
Get your feet back on the ground
Won't you tell me

Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?

. . .



Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he's serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love

He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon
An' hang 'em high

Leather 'cross his thighs
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon
An' hang 'em high

Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by

(Guitar Solo)

Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
A vision of light, child of the night passing by

Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon

. . .



She ain't waiting 'til she gets older
Her feet are makin' tracks in the winter snows
She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder
She be headed where the thunder rolls

Ow, ow, ow, she got that rhythm
Got that rhythm of the road, ah
Ow, ow, ow, she get crazy
Woman get crazy, if she can't go
Aw, but uh, she just lookin' good

She comes like the secret wind
She's as strong as the mountains, walks tall as the trees
She been there before, she'll never give in
She'll be gone tomorrow like the silent breeze, uh

(Ahh) Ow, ow, ow, she got rhythm
(Ahh) Got that rhythm, of her own
(Ahh) Ow, ow, ow, she get crazy
(Ahh) She get crazy if she can't go
But uh, ah she just lookin' good

You know how sometimes, you got to run
You runnin' blind, but you jumped the gun

The question is not, "Does love exist?"
But when she leaves, where she goes?
I got the feelin' she don't know either
Wait like the wind, watch where she blows

(Guitar Solo)

Ow. Oh, oh, got that rhythm
That sweet rhythm of her own
Oh, oh, oh, she get crazy
Woman get crazy if she can't go

. . .


(Words by Roy Orbison & Bill Dees)

Whoo!

Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, it must be true
No one can look as good as you

Mercy

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me?
Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman. Oh you look lovely as you can be
Are you lonely just like me?

Ahhrrrr!

Pretty woman, stop awhile
Pretty woman, talk awhile
Pretty woman, give your smile to me

Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me

'Cause I need you, need you tonight. Ah!

Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, don't make me cry
Pretty woman. Don't walk away-yay. Okay.

If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait...What do I see?
She's walking back to me


. . .


(Words by William Stevenson, Ivy Jo Hunter & Marvin Gaye)

Woo!
Ah, yeah!

Callin' out, around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here, and the time is right
For dancin' in the street

They're dancin' in Chicago (They'll be dancin')
Down in New Orleans (Dancin' in the streets)
Up in New York City (Dancing in the streets)

All we need is music (Sweet sweet)
Sweet music (sweet sweet music)
There'll be music everywhere (sweet music everywhere)

(Ooh-oo-ooh) There'll be swingin', swayin', records playin'
Dancin' in the street

(Ah) Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on (Ah) every guy, grab a girl, everywhere, 'round the world
There'll be dancin', dancin' in the street

(Ooh-oo-ooh) It's just an invitation, 'cross the nation
A chance for the folks to meet
There'll be laughin', singin', music swingin'
Dancin' in the street

Philadelphia, PA (Dancin' in the street)
Baltimore, in D.C. now (Dancin' in the streets)
Can't forget the Motor City (Dancin' in the streets)

All we need is music (Sweet sweet)
Sweet music (sweet sweet music)
There'll be music everywhere (sweet music everywhere)

(Oooh-oo-ooh) There'll be swingin', swayin', records playin'
Dancin' in the street, oh!
(Ah) Doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
Come on, (Ah) every guy, grab your girl, everywhere, 'round the world

Wow!
Hey hey hey!
Ow yeah, ow!

(Guitar Solo)

Dancin', they're dancin' in the street
(Dancin' in the streets)
Way down in L.A. everyday
(Dancin' in the streets)
Dancin' in the street
(Dancin' in the streets)
San Francisco way (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Dancin' in the streets)
They do it everyday now
(Dancin' in the streets)
Across the ocean blue, )Ooh-ooh-ooh) me an' you
(Dancin' in the streets)
Dancin' in the street

. . .



Senorita I'm in trouble again and I can't get free
(Senorita) You're exactly what the doctor ordered, come on talk to me
(Ah) Can't crow before I'm out of the woods
But there's exceptions to the rule
(Ah-ah) Senorita, do you need a friend? I'm in love with you

Catch as catch, catch as catch can
Anybody in their right mind could see, it's you and me
Oooh-ooo-ooh
Oooh-oooh

You say you're lonesome, just getting by
But you turn your eyes from me
Be sure you're hurting long before you fly 'cause, you've got me

Catch as catch, catch as catch can
Anybody in their right mind could see, you and me
Catch as catch, catch as catch can
When I see you, all your little guitars sing to me

I can see you don't know which way to turn
But the sun still shines
(Senorita) Don't you know that you can dance with me, anytime?
(Ah) Can't crow before I'm out of the woods
There's exceptions to the rule
(Ah-ah) Senorita, do you need a friend? I'm in love with you

Oooh-ooo-ooh
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-ooo-ooh
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-ooo-ooh

. . .


(Words by Jack Yellen & Milton Ager)

Well, I went down yonder in Louisville
Lived a cat named Big Bad Bill
I wants ta tell ya
Ah, the cat was rough and tough he would strut his stuff

Had the whole town scared to death
When he walked by, they all held their breath
He's a fightin' man, sure enough
And then Bill got himself a wife, now he leads a different life

Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
Married life done changed him somehow
He's the man the town used to fear
Now they all call him Sweet Papa Willy Dear
Stronger than Sampson I declare
'Til a brown-skinned woman's bobbed his hair

Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No, no, no)
He's doin the dishes an' moppin' up that floor (Yes he is)
Well he used to go out drinkin' lookin' for a fight
Now he gotta see that sweet woman every night
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now

Aw, play it boys

(Clarinet Solo)

Aw, yeah!

Whoo!
I likes that, yeah ("Yeah," say I)

Ah, y-well, Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No, he don't)
He's doin' the dishes 'n moppin' up that floor (Yes he is)
Well he used to go out drinkin' lookin' for a fight
Now he gotta see that sweet woman every night

Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Doin' the dishes)
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Moppin' up that floor!)
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now

Cha!

. . .



Mmmm, da yeah
Mmmm, I'm a tell ya now
You corner my dog, it don't let you pass
Got a bad little' woman, gon' bite yo' ass
Yeah, he won't let you pass
Ah, take it!
Woo!
Wow!

Ah, precious sweetheart
Woman, all you want is good as it can get. Ah yeah
Blind inspiration
Girl, you're sensational and this gets better yet. Ah yeah

Well (Oh) all your dreams an' visions are based on magazines
No (Oh) this ain't television, but it's more than it seems
(Oh) Takers need a giver, this much you understand
(Oh) All I wanna give you babe (ooh)
Is the best part of a man, yeah

Lemme show you
Baby make the best of what you have in hand. Oh yeah
Just remember when you follow through
Then the over isn't planned. Ah yeah! Ha ha

(Oh) Looks just like an angel, but he just talkin' trash
(Oh) You make conversation, but she's listening to your cash
(Oh) Takers need a giver, this much we understand
(Oh) All I wanna give you woman (ooh)
Is the best part of a man, yeah

(Guitar Solo)

Woo!

(Harmonica Solo)

Ooh
Uh
Ooh
Ooh

Love that woman heart and soul
In the groove, on the go, you know. Ah yeah
At the corner my dog won't let you pass
Got a bad lil' woman gon' bite yo' ass
Mmm, fore sure. Ahhh

(Oh) Looks just like an angel, but he just talkin' trash
(Oh) You make conversation, but she's listening to your cash
(Oh) Takers need a giver, this much we understand
(Oh) All I want to give you woman (ooh)
Is the best part of a man, yeah

Best part of a man, woo
Best part of a man. Ah
Best part of a man

. . .


(Words by Dale Evans)

Nmmmmmm dip dip Mmmmnnnnmm
Bum-ba-deeda-bum-ba-deeda bum-ba-deeda bum-ba-deeda (continued throughout)

Happy trails to you
Until we meet again
Happy trails to you
Keep smilin' until then

Who (Ooh-ooh) cares about the clouds when we're together
Just (Ahh-ahh-ahh) sing a song and think 'bout sunny weather

(two, three)
Happy trails to you
'Til we meet again

. . .


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