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It was take 54,
When she walked through the door
With the red light on it
I knew in a minute
If I wanted to get in it
Then I'd have to get on it--
I sang my balls off for you baby
I worked my fingers to the bone
I closed my eyes to get the high note
But when I woke up I was alone--
Baby, baby come back
I need you to make a good track--
Baby, baby come back
Baby, baby come back
Well I saw her today
Back in studio A
We were just gettin' started--
I sang for a minute,
She couldn't get in it,
I felt broken hearted--
I sang my balls off for you baby
I almost broke the microphone
I even sang the song that you wrote
But when I woke up I was alone--
Oh! Baby, baby, come back--
I need you to make a good track
Baby, baby come back
Baby, baby come back
High note--
But when I woke up I was alone
Baby, baby come back
I need you to make a good track
Baby, baby come back
B-b-b-baby come back
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Long ago, far away
Life was clear
Close your eyes
Remember, is a place from long ago
Remember, filled with everything you know
Remember, when you're sad and feelin' down
Remember, turn around
Remember, life is just a memory
Remember, close your eyes and you can see
Remember, think of all that life can be
Remember
Dream, love is only in a dream
Remember
Remember, life is never as it seems
Dream
Dream, love is only in a dream
Remember
Remember, life is never as it seems
Dream
Long ago, far away
Life was clear
Close your eyes
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Written by: Harry Nilsson
Vocals: Harry Nilsson
Piano: Nicky Hopkins
Pedal Steel Guitar: Red Rhodes
Drums: Barry Morgan
Bass: Klaus Voorman
Acoustic Guitar: John Uribe
Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton
Percussion: Ray Cooper
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said come here,
I'm gonna make you my joy boy
Well, things went good and things went bad
Now everytime I think of Joy
It makes me sad
It makes me... sad
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said Roy!
I'm gonna make you my joy boy
Well, she took me for a ride
Sort of a joy ride
Now everytime I thik of Joy
I get all weird inside
Oh, Joy to the world
Was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
Now--if you haven't got an answer
Then you haven't got a question
And if you never had a question
Then you'd never have a problem
But if you never had a problem
Well, everyone would be happy
But if everyone was happy
There'd never be a love song
Joy was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said, Come here,
I wanna make you feel all clammy inside
Things went good good and things went bad
Things went good... things went bad
Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad
Joy to the world
Was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
Oh, Joy to the world
Was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
Joy, I know you're out there
I want you to turn on your radio and listen to my song
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I don't know where I'm goin'
Now that I am gone
I hope the wind that's blowin'
Helps me carry on
Turn on your radio, baby
Listen to my song
Turn on your night light baby
Baby I'm gone
I don't know how it happened
Now that I am gone
I hope I never hear it baby
Just in case I'm wrong
Turn on your record player
Listen to my song
Turn on your night light baby
Baby I'm gone
I don't know where life's goin'
But soon it will be gone
I hope the wind that's blowin'
Helps me carry on
Turn on your radio baby
Baby, listen to my song
And turn on your night light baby
Baby I'm gone
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You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart
So fuck you
All I want to do is have a good time now I'm blue
You won't boogaloo,
Run down to Tramps, have a dance or two, ooohhh
You're breakin' my heart,
You're tearing it apart
But fuck you
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart, boo-hoo
You stepped on my ass
You're breakin' my glasses too
You won't drive my car, might be a star
I've had enough of you
I'm goin' insane
There's no one to blame
So fuck you
You can't have your way
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do, ooooohhh
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart
So fuck you
You gotta have your way
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do, ooooowww
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart
But I love you
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Bang, bang, shoot em' up, destiny
Bang, bang, shoot em' up to the moon
Bang, bang, shoot em' up one, two, three
(One, two, three, four!)
I wanted to be a spaceman
That's what I wanted to be
But now that I am a spaceman
Nobody cares about me
Hey Mother Earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down
Safely to the sea
But 'round and around and around and around
Is all she ever say to me
I wanted to make a good run
I wanted to go to the moon
I knew that it had to be fun
I told 'em to send me real soon
I wanted to be a spaceman
I wanted to be it so bad
But now that I am a spaceman
I'd rather be back on the pad
Hey Mother Earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down
Safely to the sea
'round and around and around and around
Is just a lot of lunacy
(Yeah!)
'round and around and around and around and around
(So bring me back down)
'round and around and around and around and around
Safe on the ground
Hey Mother Earth
Better bring me back down
Safely to the sea
But around and around and around and around
Is all she ever say to me, yeah
You know I wanted to be a spaceman
That's what I wanted to be
But now that I am a spaceman
Nobody cares about me
Say, hey, you Mother Earth
You better bring me back down
I've taken just as much as I can
But around and around and around and around
Is the problem of a spaceman
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Written by: Harry Nilsson
Vocals: Harry Nilsson
Piano: Nicky Hopkins
Acoustic Guitars: Cris Spedding, Peter Frampton, John Uribe
Electric Guitar: Klaus Voorman
Percussion: Milt Holland, Ray Cooper
You could do the laundry
I'll come by on Monday
You give me the money
I will buy a ticket
On the local lottery
We could win the lottery
We could go to Vegas
And be very happy
("Ooh Loo's")
(Or) I could be a plumber
We could wait till summer
We could save our money
Have a fine vacation
We could buy a trailer
If we bought a trailer
We could go to Vegas
And be very happy
("Ooh Loo's")If life is just gamble,
Gamble if you want to win
(more "ooh loo's")--life can be so easy
let the wheel of fortune spin)
(Or we could make a record
Sell a lot of copies
we could play Las Vegas
And be very happy)
("Ooh Loo's")--If life is just gamble,
Gamble if you want to win
(more "ooh loo's")--life can be so easy
let the wheel of fortune spin)
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Long ago, far away--
[Burp.] Excuse me.
[Crowd noises.]
Crazy little momma come a knockin'
Come a knockin' at my front door door door
Crazy little momma come a knockin'
Come a knockin' at my front door
Crazy little momma come a knock knock knockin'
Just like she did before
I woke up this mornin' with a feelin' of despair
Just lookin' for my baby but she wasn't there
Heard someone knockin' and much to my surprise
There stood my baby lookin' in my eyes
Crazy little momma come a knock knock knockin'
Just like she did before
Yeah, if you got a little momma and wanna keep her neat
Keep your little momma off my street
Same thing will happen like it did before
She come a knock knock knockin' at my door
Crazy little momma come a knock knock knockin'
Just like she did before
Just like she did before
Just like she did before
(Repeat 2nd verse)
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The lamp that lights the way
Is a light from yesterday.
The drum which leads the way
Is a sound from yesterday.
The road is filled with shadows
Of a million, living leaves.
Darkness all around us
And not a friend in sight.
We sang a song together
To help us through the night.
The song was sung with spirit
But soft, and like a choir.
And as the others sang along,
Our voices lifted higher.
We sang until we reached the bridge
We crossed, then saw the wire.
But by the time we stopped the song,
The enemy had opened fire.
Now, we ain't gonna sing that song no more
Ain't gonna sing that song no more.
Just don't pay to sing no more
Especially when you're in a war. A war.
Now, this time through,
We want everybody to listen to the punchline
All right. All right. All right! All right!
The song was sung with spirit
But soft and like a choir.
But by the time we stopped the song,
The enemy had opened fire.
Now, we ain't gonna sing that song no more.
Ain't gonna sing that song no more.
Just don't pay to sing no more.
Especially when you're in a war.
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Written by: Harry Nilsson & Perry
Vocals: Harry Nilsson with the senior citizens of the
Stepney & Pinner Choir--Club No. 6, London, England
Accordian: Henry Krein
Rhythm Section: The Henry Krein Quartet plus
Klaus Voorman
I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead than wet my bed
I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead
I said dead than wet my bed
Oh, I'd rather be gone--Than carry on
I'd rather go away--Than feel this way
Oh, I'd rather be there--Where you haven't got a care
And you're better off dead--Though it doesn't seem fair
Oh, I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead than wet than wet my bed
I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead than wet than wet my bed
(Laidies)
I'd rather keep my health--and dress myself
But you're better off dead than sitting on a shelf
(Men)
I'll tie my tie 'till the day I die
But if I have to be fed then I'd rather be dead
And when he takes my hand on the very last day
I will understand because it's better that way
Oh! It's nice to be alive--When the dream comes true
You'll be better off dead--It could happen to you
Oh! I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead than wet my bed
I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead than wet than wet my bed
(Alright! Give yourselves a big hand!)
(Clapping.)
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You come to the end
And the light there is dimmer
And chances are slimmer
Of findin' your way
You find that you stay out
Of trouble and danger
'Cause everything's stranger
Than it used to be
You're a scary old place out there, world
But I couldn't be happy without you
And I swear all my thoughts are about you
The most beautiful world in the world
Well the light can be bright there
And everything's right there
The end of the night there might be a big band
Or a heavenly choir
Or it might be the fire
But no matter what happens
I bet it's OK
You're a scary old place out there, world
But I couldn't be happy without you
And I swear all my thoughts are about you
The most beautiful world in the world
Your mountains when you're mad
Your rivers when you're sad
And those deep blue seas
I love you for your snow
Your deserts down below
I love the way you wear your trees
The most beautiful world in the world
And though there are times when I doubt you
I just couldn't stay here without you
So when you get older
And, over your shoulder
You look back to see if it's real
Tell her she's beautiful
Roll the world over
And give her a kiss and a feel
So long, folks!
Goodbye, Harry.
See you next album, Richard.
GOODBYE!
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Written by: Harry Nilsson
Vocals: Harry Nilsson
Piano: Nicky Hopkins
Pedal Steel Guitar: Red Rhodes
Drums: Barry Morgan
Bass: Klaus Voorman
Acoustic Guitar: John Uribe
Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton
Percussion: Ray Cooper
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said come here,
I'm gonna make you my joy boy
Well, things went good and things went bad
Now everytime I think of Joy
It makes me sad
It makes me... sad
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said Roy!
I'm gonna make you my joy boy
Well, she took me for a ride
Sort of a joy ride
Now everytime I thik of Joy
I get all weird inside
Oh, Joy to the world
Was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
Now--if you haven't got an answer
Then you haven't got a question
And if you never had a question
Then you'd never have a problem
But if you never had a problem
Well, everyone would be happy
But if everyone was happy
There'd never be a love song
Joy was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said, Come here,
I wanna make you feel all clammy inside
Things went good good and things went bad
Things went good... things went bad
Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad
Joy to the world
Was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
Oh, Joy to the world
Was a beautiful girl
But to me Joy meant only sorrow
Joy, I know you're out there
I want you to turn on your radio and listen to my song
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Nilsson
Hey, baby, do you come here often ? What's your sign ?
Hey, I saw you dancing with some friends of mine
Come on, you know, they told me
If I walked up slowly and I gave you the eye
(You might like it)
(They said you never made it with a Gemini).
And you know they never lie
Because they're friends of mine
You know, you know, you know they'd rather die
And that's why.
Hey, baby, do you come here often ?
Would you like some wine ?
Hey, mama, I'd like to talk to you about your moon sign.
Good good good golly
I got a hole in my pocket ‘cause you look so fine
Hey, mama, don't let me down in front of these friends of mine.
Because they're standing in the door
They're expecting me to score
You got a pair of forty-fours and what's more more more.
Hey, baby, do you come here often ? What's your sign ?
Hey, mama, I'd like to talk to you about your moon sign.
Because they're standing in the door
They're expecting me to score
You got a pair of forty-fours and what's more more more.
Hey,baby, I love you
Run away, baby, I need you
Hey, baby, I love you
Run away, yeah, baby, I need you.
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It was take 54,
When she walked through the door
With the red light on it
I knew in a minute
If I wanted to get in it
Then I'd have to get on it--
I sang my balls off for you baby
I worked my fingers to the bone
I closed my eyes to get the high note
But when I woke up I was alone--
Baby, baby come back
I need you to make a good track--
Baby, baby come back
Baby, baby come back
Well I saw her today
Back in studio A
We were just gettin' started--
I sang for a minute,
She couldn't get in it,
I felt broken hearted--
I sang my balls off for you baby
I almost broke the microphone
I even sang the song that you wrote
But when I woke up I was alone--
Oh! Baby, baby, come back--
I need you to make a good track
Baby, baby come back
Baby, baby come back
High note--
But when I woke up I was alone
Baby, baby come back
I need you to make a good track
Baby, baby come back
B-b-b-baby come back
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Here comes the daylight
It's makin' me sad
Here comes the sunlight
Makin' me sad
Had a good time last night
Best I ever had
Here come the sunshine
That's makin' me sad
So sad, so sad, so sad, so sad
Here come the daybreak
It's bringin' me pain
It's causin' me heartache
I wish it would rain
Had a good time last night
Just me and my friends
But here come the daylight
And now it's the end
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Here come the daylight
It's bringin' me down
Causin' me heartache
It's spinnin' my head around, yeah
Here come the daylight
It's bringin' me pain
It's causin' me heartache
I wish it would rain
Had a good time last night
Just me and my friends
But here come the daylight
And now it's the end
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Here come the daylight
It's bringin' me down
It's causin' me heartache
It's spinnin' my head around, yeah
Here come the daybreak
It's makin' me cough
It's causin' me sunburn
It's pissin' me off
Had a good time last night, yeah
In the moon's glimpse
Now all that'll save me
Is a total eclipse
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no...
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Jones-Kahn
Why do I do, just as you say
Why must I just, give you your way
Why do I sigh, why don?t I try - to forget
It must have been, that something lovers call fate
Kept me saying: "i have to wait"
I saw them all, just couldn?t fall - ?til we met
It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around, and finally found - the somebody who
Could make me be true, and could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad - thinking of you
Some others I?ve seen, might never be mean
Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldn?t do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill - with all your faults, I love
you still
It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you
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