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Madness




Альбом Madness


The Dangermen Sessions Vol. 1 (16.08.2005)
16.08.2005
1.
2.
Girl Why Don't You? (originally performed by Prince Buster)
3.
Shame & Scandal (originally performed by Sir Lancelot as Scandal in the Family)
4.
I Chase The Devil A.K.A. Ironshirt (originally performed by Max Romeo)
5.
Taller Than You Are (originally performed by Lord Tanamo)
6.
You Keep Me Hanging On (originally performed by The Supremes)
7.
Dangerman A.K.A. High Wire (originally performed by Bob Leaper & His Orchestra)
8.
Israelites (originally performed by Desmond Dekker & The Aces)
9.
John Jones (originally performed by Desmond Dekker & The Aces)
10.
Lola (originally performed by The Kinks)
11.
You'll Lose A Good Thing (originally performed by Barbara Lynn)
12.
Rain (originally performed by José Feliciano)
13.
So Much Trouble In The World (originally performed by Bob Marley & The Wailers)
. . .


(Smyth/Barson/Bedford/McPherson)

This is where danger danger begins
This is where the danger ends
This is where there are no strangers
This is where there are only friends
This is where here and now forever
This is us here all together
This is the heart, the soul of the sound
This is the freedom, this is the ground
This is all the love inside
This is live and intensified

. . .


(Campbell)

Girl, I think I love you

I say, girl, I want you answer to your name
Yeah, girl, why don't you answer to your name?
They say, your name is Jane and you make me feel ashame

And such a sweet girl like you
Oh, you're telling me lies
You're telling me lies

Well, I'm gonna make you at a party
And could you make me feel so happy?
And every man is just a one night stand

And such a sweet girl like you (I can't believe it)
You're telling me lies
You're telling me lies

Pure lies

And the tragedy is...

You know I love you just the same
But they say, I'm insane
Because no one man never loved you for long

And such a sweet girl like you
You're telling me lies
You're telling me lies
I can see it in your eyes
You're telling me lies

You're telling me lies
Oh, I can see it in your eyes

. . .


I say woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
Woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family

Down in Trinidad there was a family
With much confusion as you will see
A mama and a papa and a boy who was grown
He wanted to marry and have a wife of his own
He found a girl she suited him nice
He went to his father to ask his advice
His father said: "Son, I have to say no,
The girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"

Woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family

Then a week went by and the summer came down
Soon the best girl on the island he found
He went to his papa to make it a date
His papa shook his head and to this he did say
"You Can't marry that girl I have to say no
Cause the girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"

Woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say woe, misery
It's shame and scandal in the family

He went to his mama, he covered his head
He told his mum what his father had said
His mother she laughed,
she said: "Go man, go
Your daddy ain't your daddy, but your daddy don't know"

Woe, misery
It's shame and scandal in the family
Woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say woe, misery

. . .


I'm gonna burn your soul into a black, lump of coal

Lucifer, Son of the Mourning, I'm gonna chase you out of Earth!

I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase the devil out of Earth
I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase Satan out of Earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race

Cause
Satan is an evilous man
But he won't mix it with this man
And if I catch him with a gun in his hand
I'm gonna chase him from the land

I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase the devil out of Earth
I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase Satan out of Earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race

Cause
Satan is an evilous man
But he won't mix it with this man
And if I catch him with a gun in his hand
I'm gonna punish him
I'm gonna send him from the land

I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race

Cause
Satan is an evilous man
But he won't mix it with this man
And if I catch him with a gun in his hand
I'm gonna send him from the land

Satan is an evilous man
But he won't mix it with this man
And if I catch him with a gun in his hand
I'm gonna send him from the land

. . .


(Lord Tanamo)

Why should you try to be much taller than you are
Why do you try to hang your little hat so far
You say you're right when you are wrong
And through you're weak you believe you're strong
Why should you try to be much taller than you are

You are always telling people you are the best
But it's not so when they put you to the test
So come on let's be fair and square
Take what is yours but please leave my share
Why should you try to be much taller than you are

Ohhhhhhh!!!

You will never reach the top like that my friend
And though you think you're up you will fall down in the end
It is time for you to realise
And try to be your little size
Why should you try to be much taller than you are
Why should you try to be much taller than you are
Why should you try to be much taller than you are

. . .


(Holland/Dozier/Holland)

Set me free why don't you babe
Get out of my life why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really need me
You just keep me hanging on

Set me free why don't you babe
Get out of my life why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on

Why do you keep coming around
Playing with my heart
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a brand new start
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me, yeah

Set me free why don't you babe
Get out of my life why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really need me
You just keep me hanging on

Set me free why don't you babe
Get out of my life why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on

Why don't you be a woman about it
And set me free
'Cause you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me

Set me free, set me free
Set me free baby
Set me free, just set me free
Just set me free baby
Set me free, set me free
Just set me free baby
Set me free, just set me free
Just set me free baby

. . .


(Astley)

Live and intensified!

Oh no!

. . .


(Dacres/Kong)

Oh the Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Oh whoa the Israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oh whoa the Israelites

Well, shirt them a tear up trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oh whoa the Israelites

And after a storm there must be a calming
They catch me in your palm, you sound your alarm

Oh whoa the Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Oh whoa the Israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oh whoa the Israelities

Shirt them a tear up trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites

Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites

. . .


(Herriot)

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

You take my woman, you make me run
You make my friends all laugh at me

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)

You call yourself a big big man
Still you try to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you're the son of a gun

And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

The son of a gun

. . .


(Davies/White)

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
See-oh-el-aye cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
El-oh-el-aye Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

. . .


(Meaux/Ozen)

If you should lose me, oh yeah
If you should lose me, oh yeah

Oh yeah
But just try this

You know I love you
I'd do anything for you
Just don't mistreat me
And I'll be good to you

Cause if you should lose me, oh yeah
Then you'll lose a good thing

I'm giving you one more chance
For you to do right
If you'd only straighten up
We could have a good life

Cause if you should lose me, oh yeah
Then you'll lose a good thing

But just try this

This is my last chance
I'm not asking you anymore
If you won't do right
I'm gonna march right outta the door

And if you don't believe me
But just try this
Then you'll lose a good thing
But just try this

If you should lose me, oh yeah
If you should lose me, oh yeah
Then you'll lose a good thing
But just try this

If you should lose me, oh yeah
Then you'll lose a good thing

. . .


(J. Feliciano/H. Feliciano)

Listen to the pouring rain
Listen to it pour
And with every drop of rain
You know I love you more

Let it rain all night long
Let my love for you grow strong
As long as we're together
Who cares about the weather

Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it fall
And with every drop of rain
I can hear you call

Call my name right out loud
I can hear above the clouds
And out here amongst the puddles
You and I together huddle
Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it rain

Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it fall
And with every drop of rain
I can hear you call

Call my name right out loud
I can hear above the clouds
And here among the puddles
You and I together huddle
Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it rain

Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it rain
Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it rain
Listen to the falling rain
Listen to it rain

Listen to it rain

. . .


(Marley)

Well, bless my eyes this morning
This sun is on the rise once again
And the way these earthly things are going
Anything can happen

You see men sailing on their ego trips
Then blast off on their spaceships
One million miles from reality
With no care for you, no care for me

Cause there's so much trouble in the world
There's so much trouble in the world

And all you've got to do is
Give a little (give a little)
And take a little (and take a little)
Well, give a little one more time

You've got to
Well, give a little (give a little)
And take a little (take a little)
Just give a little one more time

My friend, you think you found the solution
Oh no, it's just another illusion
Before you check out this time
Don't leave another cornerstone standing there behind
No
Oh no

And now they're sitting on a time bomb
And now I know the time has come
We're the street people talking
The street people suffering

Cause there's so much trouble in the world
There's so much trouble in the world
There's so much trouble in the world
There's so much trouble (so much trouble)
There's so much trouble (so much trouble)
There's so much trouble in the world today

. . .


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