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John Hiatt
John Hiatt


Информация
Дата рождения 20 августа 1952 г.
Место рождения Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
Жанры Americana
Folk-Rock
Country
Blues
Heartland Rock
Годы 1972—н.в.
Лейблы Geffen Records
Vanguard Records
MCA Records
Сайт Website



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Little Village (1992)
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I'm goin' out and get me some sun
Gonna collect it baby
Then we can have a whole lot of fun
Gonna reflect it baby
That fossil fuel's got no renewal
You know it couldn't hold a candle
There ain't no spark in the dark
Can touch my solar - Solar sex panel

Got a fire up on top of my head
I'm a love regenerator
Why don't you get up off your tanning bed
I'm an ultra-violet Penetrator
Don't sweat and toil with no heating oil
'Cause Momma I'm hot to handle
Gonna turn you up, gonna burn you up
With my solar - Solar sex panel

Got a headache burnin' bad gasoline
Well, I'm gonna relieve it baby
My solar powered lovin' burns clean
And you're gonna receive it baby
And it's rude if it's crude
Better try my solar - Solar sex panel
Better try my - Come and get my
Solar sex panel
I'm gonna turn you up
I'm gonna burn you up
Better bet your ass I won't run outta gas


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Now, there's a jumpin' little place I go
Called The Action
It's just about a mile or so
Down the street
And there's a part goin' on in there
Down a lot of funky stairs
And everything will be rare
Till the break of dawn

Now, you don't want to walk on down
To The Action
'Cause once you get in there
You're gonna want to use your feet
And when the music starts a gettin' hot
There's gonna burn up everything you got
And you ain't gonna want to stop
Till the break of dawn

They're doin' the pony
Watch 'em do the jerk
Then they get down on the floor
And they go to work
Sister's doin' the alligator
Up on the table top
Lot of Farfisa racket
Don't never stop

We're goin' down to Santa Ana
Way down to Eagle Rock
Way out in Montebello
And down in Huntington Park
Out in El Sereno
Better show 'em what you got
Out on Whittier Boulevard
The action never stops

Down at The Action
Meet you down at The Action
Don't want to end up in traction
Meet you down at the action


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You took it to heart
That is my love
And I thank heaven that I found you
I thank the stars above
The way that it happened
Well it might sound strange
But after the hurting is all done
There comes a change

So I went down into myself
Where any fool could see
All the love I had to give you
Wasn't getting out of me

It was an inside job
Baby we worked it out
It was an inside job
Baby we worked it out

I didn't know just what was wrong
All of my lights went out when you were gone
I called and you came
Right to my side
But you couldn't help me, sweet baby
It was my pride

So I went down into myself
Where any fool could see
All the love I had to give you
Wasn't getting out of me

It was an inside job
Baby we worked it out
It was an inside job
Baby we worked it out

Lost and alone, but now I've found
Well, it's from the inside out
The walls come tumblin' down
I didn't surrender, but now I see
Baby when I turn my love over
Sweet love comes back to me

So I went down into myself
Where any fool could see
All the love I had to give you
Wasn't gettin' out of me

It was an inside job
Baby we worked it out
It was an in inside job
Baby we worked it out


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I need love as big as an ocean
I need love that can't be crossed
A love in perpetual motion
I need a love that won't get lost

Do you know where this love can be found?
Do you know where this love can be found?
Open up your eyes; take a look around
Do you know where this love can be found?

'Cause I'm a full-grown man
And I'm lookin' for a big love

I need a love gonna move this mountain
I need a love that I can't hide away
I need a love gonna lift me up to that drinking fountain
Just like my daddy did in my younger days

Now is this love gonna get up off the ground
Is this love gonna get up off the ground
I need a fifty-foot woman to wrap these arms around
Is this love gonna get up off the ground

'Cause I'm a full-grown man
And I'm looking for a big love

I never did just a little drinking
I could drink the Milky Way
Think small and your heart starts shrinking
I'm here to stay

Got to have your big love
I got to have it right away

I need love as big as an ocean
I need a love that can't be crossed
I need love in perpetual motion
I need a love that don't get lost

'Cause I'm a full-grown man
And I'm looking for a big love


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Maybe you have seen my party
And you think I won't do
But inside you see I'm lonely
And I need someone true
Maybe I look like a spider man
But just the word and I'll learn to fly

Take another look
At what you see
And you may find
That it's all right

Maybe you have seen me walking
Down some city street
And thought there is someone
I couldn't care for
Maybe I look like a sit down guy
But just say the word
I'll be your everything

Take another look
At what you find
'Cause what you find
May be all right
Take another look
At what you see
'Cause you may find
That it's all right

Maybe I look like I'm nowhere
But I'm right here
And I'm a real gone cat

Take another look
At what you see
'Cause you may find
That it's all right
Take another look
At what you see
'Cause you may find
That it's all right


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Cool breezes from the mountains blow
As I wake up and dress to go
On the island, dawn is breaking
In the harbor, tanker's waiting

From the land of the rising sun
They bring their old plutonium
And we unload it in the bay
For two dollars forty cents a day

CHORUS:
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my job

I hump the stuff, I take the cash
So my kids can wear Adidas
And if you live here, home, you know
We ain't got no place else to go

I remember when the air was sweet
And I brought home the fish to eat
Now we buy Spam from the grocery store
'Cause you can't eat the fish no more

REPEAT CHORUS


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Don't go away mad
It can't be so bad
Don't hold your breath
You're scaring me half to death
Don't go away mad
'Cause that'd really make me sad

I know you're burnin'
Burnin' like a cigarette
I know we're learnin'
But maybe we ain't learned nothin' yet
Something's burning

Don't go away mad
It can't be so bad
You know what to do
I'm leavin' it up to you
Don't go away mad
That'd really make me sad

Smoke is clearing
If you just ride with me a while
There's no fearing
We can work it out in family style
If you're willing

Don't go away mad
It can't be so bad
Don't hold your breath
You're scaring me half to death

Don't go away mad
You're the best I ever had
What can I do more of
To make a little bit of peace and love
Don't go away mad
'Cause that'd really make me sad


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Well a love won't last the night
If it's built on sand
But when it's built on rock
Ain't nothin' that it can't withstand
I guess you know by now how this story goes
A very true story, take it from a fool who knows

I was high as a bird in the sky
In the month of May
With a true fine love all mine
Forever and one day
Now my eyes are overflowin'
With the memories such as those
They're tear-stained memories
Take it from a fool who knows

Now my tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Here comes all that hurt again
But while my heart keeps beating
I'll keep repeating
The same mistakes that I made before
The ones that made me walk the floor
I got a sack full of those
Take it from a fool who knows

Well my tongue's gettin' tired
I been gettin wired
While my heart keeps beating
I keep repeating
The same mistakes that I made before
The ones that made love walk out the door
I got a sack full of those
That I'll keep diggin' into
A lonesome road with a cold wind blowin'
The path I chose, take it from a fool who knows


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Sittin' on the line
Tryin' to change her mind
Red light, yellow light, green light time
You're standing on it buddy
But she's chilly as a Tastee Freeze

Ease it over, son
I'll show you how she runs
Screamin'' like a demon
When the quarter mile comes
Crankcase cookin'
That's her manifold destiny
Now, she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me

CHORUS:
She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
Now she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me

She's got a fire in her veins
That's high octane
When her heart starts pumpin'
Her cylinders are jumpin'
Then I give it to her slow
And she gives me back the low E.T.'s
Burnin' down the line
Ten seconds time
Half an hour later
I can still accelerate her
'Till we're out of Hardin County
And in another Galaxy
Now she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me

REPEAT CHORUS


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She don't know who you're missin'
Drivin' down that lonesome road tonight
Looking for one starlight glowing

Or her face shining in the dashlight
Driving out of Natchez
You drive her back and forth across your mind
Tires squeal as the wheels spin faster
Love's gone for good this time

CHORUS:
Don't think about her
Move on, you're lucky just to be alive
You'll live without her
Just doncha' think about her
When you're trying to drive

A heart in your condition
Shouldn't be out on that road tonight
Bad clutch and your load keeps shiftin'
Hold on, Buddy you'll be alright
You'll wake tomorrow morning
Probably be in Memphis or somewhere
They won't know one thing about her
Those lips, those eyes, that hair

REPEAT CHORUS

You make that phone call
You'll hear her sayin'
"Hello, who's there, is it somebody playin'?"
You won't be able to utter a word
She's better off not knowin'
Where it is you're goin'

REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS

Doncha' think about her
Tryin' to drive


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Don't bug me when I'm working,
I'm working, I'm working
Don't bug me when I'm working,
Got a job to do
Don't bug me when I'm working,
I'm working, I'm working
Don't bug me when I'm working
I don't work for you

If you bug me at work
I can't get it done
Too tired, baby,
To have any fun
If you got complaints, better keep 'em hid
Don't come 'round here and mess with the kid

Don't bug me when I'm sleepin'
I'm sleepin', I'm sleepin'
Don't bug me when I'm sleepin'
'Cause I need my rest
Don't bug me when I'm working
I'm working, I'm working
Don't bug me when I'm working
Got to buzz awhile
I said don't bug me hen I'm working,
I'm working, I'm working
Don't bug me when I'm working
I don't work for you
Don't bug me when I'm sleepin'
I'm sleepin', I'm sleepin'
Don't bug me when I'm sleepin'
Got work to do

Now you bug me at home
When I'm tired and beat
Can't even stand on my own two feet
You call on the phone, you make me uptight
And I can't even work, with my baby at night

Don't bug me when I'm working
I'm working, I'm working
Don't bug me when I'm working
Got a job to do
Don't bug me when I'm working
I'm working, I'm working
Don't bug me when I'm working
I don't work for you

Don't bug me
'Cause I don't work for you
Don't bug me
Mister I don't work for you
Don't bug me, don't bug me
'Cause I don't work for you
Don't bug me, don't bug me
'Cause I don't work for you

At the sound of the tone
Better hang up the phone
If you want to be my friend
Don't bug me when I'm workin'


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