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Harry Nilsson




Альбом Harry Nilsson


Nilsson Sings Newman (1970)
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Snow (Bonus track)
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Newman

My baby left this morning with everything I had
She didn't give me no warning and that's why I feel so bad
Oh, Anita, Anita, I need some sympathy
Anita, I love ya, come and sit by me.

That's a tape that we made but I'm sad to say it never made the grade
That was me, third guitar, I wonder where the others are.

Vine Street, we used to live there on Vine Street
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best
To have us play on Vine Street.

Vine Street, the crack of the back beat on Vine Street
Swingin' along on the wings of a song
Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure
Why we'd things to say if the people would pay
To have us play on Vine Street

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Newman

I like your brother and I like your mother
I like you and you like me too
We'll get a preacher, I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band with an accordion
And a violin and a tenor who can sing.

You and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me.

We'll have a kid or maybe we'll rent one
He's got to be straight 'cause we don't want no bent one
He'll drink his baby brew from a big brass cup
Some day he may be president if things loosen up.

You and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me.

I'll take the train into the city every morning
You may be plain but I think you're pretty in the morning
Some nights we'll go out dancin' if I am not too tired
And some nights we'll sit romancin', watchin' the late show by the fire.

When our kids are grown, with kids of their own
They'll send us away to a little home in Florida
We'll play checkers all day 'till we pass away.

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Newman

Very far away in a foreign land
Lives a young woman and a yellow man
He's been around for many a year
They say they were there before we were here.

Eatin' rice all day while the children play
You see he believes in the family
Just like you and me.

Oh, yellow man, yellow man
We understand, you know we understand.

Dat dat dat dat dat dat …

Keeps his money tight in his hand
With his yellow woman, he's a yellow man
Got to have a yellow woman when you're a yellow man.

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Caroline, please be mine
You're my kind of girl
Caroline, please be mine
You're my kind of girl

And when in spring time
Daylight surrounds you
There's no one around you but me

Caroline, please be mine
You're my kind of girl

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Newman

Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete, closin' in on me
City faces haunt the places, I rode alone
Cowboy, cowboy
Can't run, can't hide
It's too late to fight now, too tired to try.

Wind that once blew free now scatters dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy
Can't run, can't hide
It's too late to fight now, too tired to try.

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Newman

Since you're the delegate from Kansas
Will you kindly take the floor ?
And tell us what is Kansas thinking
And what is Kansas for ?

Kansas is for the farmer
We stand behind the little man
And we need a firehouse in Topeka
So help us if you can.

I see the gentleman from Utah
Our friendly Beehive State
How can we help you, Utah ?
How can we make you great ?

Well we gotta irrigate our desert
And we gotta get some things to grow
And we gotta tell this country about Utah
'Cause nobody seems to know.

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Newman

I'll be home, I'll be home
When your nights are troubled and you're all alone
When you're feelin' down and need some sympathy
And there's no one else around to keep you company
Remember baby, you can always count on me
I'll be home, I'll be home, I'll be home.

I'll be home, I'll be home
Wherever you may wander and wherever you may roam
You come back and I'll be waiting here for you
'Cause no one else will ever Iove you the way I do
I'll be here to comfort you and see you through
I'll be home, I'll be home, I'll be home.

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Newman

The milk truck hauls the sun up, the paper hits the door
The subway shakes my floor and I think about you
Time to face the dawning gray of another lonely day
It's so hard living without you.

It's so hard, it's so hard
It's so hard living without you.

Everyone's got something, they're trying to get some more
They got something to get up for but I ain't about to
Nothin's gonna happen, nothin's gonna change
It's so hard living without you.

It's so hard, it's so hard
It's so hard living without you.

It's so hard, it's so hard
So hard.

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Newman

Sing a song of long ago when thing were green and movin' slow
And people stopped to say hello and they'd say hi to you
Would you like to come over for tea with the misses and me ?
It's a real nice way to spend a day in Dayton, Ohio on a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903.

Sing a song of long ago when things could grow and days flowed quietly
The air was clean and you could see and folks were nice to you
Would you like to come over for tea with the misses and me ?
It's a real nice way to spend a day in Dayton, Ohio on a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903.

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Newman

Home again and the streets are not much cleaner
And the quaint old south side scenery is quaint no more
Just older than before
Go up the stairs and down the hallway to my Daddy's door.

Your son is home, Dad, and he's found girl
Well she's the greatest girl in all the world
I think you'll like her, Dad, I hope you do
But if you don't, that's all right too.

What's new ? Do you still work at the drug store ?
Is that true ? Still polishing the same floor
I miss my good ol' Dad, my but I'm glad to see ya home again
No I won't be staying here, Dad.

Come and see us, Papa, when you can
There'll always be a place for my old man
Just drop by when it's convenient to
Be sure and call before you do.

So long Dad, so long Dad
So long Dad, so long Dad
So long Dad, so long Dad

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Snow fills the fields we used to know
And the little park where we would go
Sleeps far below in the snow.

Gone, it's all over and you're gone
But the memory lives on
Although on dreams lie buried in the snow.

Sometimes the wind blows through the trees
And I think I hear you calling me
But all I see is ..

Snow everywhere I go
As the cold winter sun sinks low
I walk alone through the snow.

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