Альбом Nazareth

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(PART 1: ON YOUR WAY)
Nazareth

Sent a telegram today
Tomorrow you'll be on your way
Could be Memphis or L.A.
No questions just get out and play.

Wake up call to catch the plane
You know you're on the road again
Someone's bangin' in your head
Why did you get so late to bed.
Runnin' late and feelin' bad
That breakfast was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.

747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
You're six miles high but feelin' down
You wish you could be on the ground.

Find your bags and walk for miles
The customs man is waitin' there
Immigration cause delay
You wonder if you'll ever play.
Limousine is standin' by
We get inside and drive a while
F.M. Station soundin' good
And gettin' better every mile.

Hotel lobby looks the same
With all the same old girls in town

Press reception takes the day
With all the same old things to say
Need your picture smile this way
And will you tell me what you play

(PART 2: SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCK'N'ROLL STAR)
Roger McGuinn/Chris Hillman (COPYRIGHT 1966 TICKSON MUSIC CO. (BMI)

So you wanna be a rock'n'roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself an electric guitar
and take some time and learn to play.

(PART 3: SOUND CHECK)
Nazareth

Your roadies call to say OK
The soundcheck can get underway
Soundcheckover, had some fun
A waste of time for everyone
Time has come to start the show
It's boogie time for everyone
Check guitars before you go
They're close enough for rock n roll
The lights are low,
The crowd is high,much higher than
They're meant to be
We take the stage and start to play
The lights come up for all to see

(PART 4: HERE WE ARE AGAIN)
Nazareth

Here we are again, singin' the same old songs
Lookin for someone who will sing along
Here we are again playin' the same old scenes
Lookin'for someone who will share our dreams
Here we are again facing the same old sights
Lookin' for someone who will share our nights

WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH
COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI)

We've got to get it together
You bring the wine, we'll bring the weather
We haven't come to be clever
Let's make it now 'cause this could be never
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

Now that we've come to a showdown
We won't allow you a second to slow down
The moment has come to deliver
You as the taker, and we as the giver
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

All of the world loves a raver
We're playin' for ravers who savour the flavour
You all appear calm and collected
Razamanazin' you never expected
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

Joe Tex

I want to hold you in my arms ‘till you say "turn me loose"?
I want to do little things to you ‘till you say "It ain't no use"?
I want to wake you every morning with a good morning kiss
I want to kiss you to sleep the same way cause I, I know you like this
I want to do everything for you
Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like I love you
And I love ya, love ya, love ya
I want to say sweet things to you ‘till you say I've said enough
I want to stand right by your side when the goin' gets tough
I want to mend your broken heart till you say the hurt is gone
I want to stay with you always so that you won't be alone
I want to do everything for you
Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like I love you
And I love ya, love ya, love ya
I want to work for you every day ‘till you say "come home and rest"?
I want to buy you pretty little things so you can look your best
I want to take you every where so the world can see what I got
I want to treat you with tender love ‘till you say I've got to stop
I want to do everything for you
‘Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like I love you
And I love ya, love ya, love ya
I want to do everything for you
Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like I love you
And I love ya, love ya, love ya, love ya

Hey, you, who are you talkin' to
Hey, boy, haven't you heard the news
No one can fight more than these boys
No one can bite more than these boys

Hey, hose, who do you want to know
Hey, punk, get off my case and go
No one can fix more than these boys
No one can kick more than these boys

The boys in the band

You can back down
Yours is no disgrace
No slack clown
It's time to close your face

Hey, now, what have you got that's new
Come on boy what are you trying to prove
No one can take more than these boys
'Cause no one can shake more than these boys

The boys in the band

You can break down
Yours is no disgrace
No slack clown
It's time that you knew your place

Come on break down
'Cause yours is no disgrace
No slack clown
It's time to close your face


(written by Nazareth)
copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited
all rights reserved.
lyrics used by permission
reproduction prohibited

If this is heaven, then I'm in hell
If trust is misfortune, then wish me well

While I think of sadness baby
Your light shines through, your light shines through
Your light shines through

chorus:

Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day

I've lost control of my darker side
A world all for free, on a nastier ride

*And I have crossed myself in anger
All your mercy can't save me, all your mercy can't save me
All your mercy can't save me

Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day

lead:

It's beggar's day
You know it's beggar's day
Because it's beggar's day

See this love, I've stored for you
Wheel it and deal it, but our feelin's are true

repeat *

chorus (2x)


(written by Nils Lofgren)
(published by almo music corp./hilmer publishing co. ascap)

Dream on
Though it's hard to tell
Though you're fooling yourself
Dream on...dream on

You can hide away
There's nothin' to say, so dream on
Dream on
Though it's hard to tell
Though you're fooling yourself, dream on

You can laugh at me because I'm crying
You can tell your friends how much
I begged you to stay
You can live your fantasy without me
But you'll never know how much I needed you

Dream on
It's so easy for you
Though I'm broken in two, dream on
Dream on
You can never see
What you're doing to me, so dream on

You can cross your heart and still be lying
You can count the reasons why you've thrown it away
You can dream your life away without me
But you'll never know how much I needed you

You can laugh at me because I'm crying
You can tell your friends how much
I begged you to stay
You can live your fantasy without me
But you'll never know how much I needed you

Dream on
It's so easy for you
Though I'm broken in two, dream on
Dream on
You can never see
What you're doing to me, so dream on
Dream on
Though it's hard to tell
Though you're fooling yourself, dream on
Dream on

If you want to go out
You've got to take her out, cocaine
And if you want to get down
Down on the ground, cocaine
She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine

Well if you've had bad news
You want to kick your blues, cocaine
And if your day is done
But you just got to run on, cocaine
She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine


Feeling is gone but you just
Got to ride on, cocaine
But don't forget this fact
You just can't get it back, cocaine

She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine

She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine

(cale)
(copyright 1979 skyhill publishing company inc.)

I'm just a pilgrim here looking for holy ground
I'm just a body lost but my soul can be found
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon

I don't know where to turn when answers all fade clear
But I must find a place there's only questions here
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon

I feel...feel like I'm on trial
Who made a judge of you
Are you this month's messiah

I am a fightin' man tired of living under the gun
But am I looking for love or am I looking to run

How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon
How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon

I heard...I heard it on the wire
That it's all up to you
Are you this month's messiah

How many miles to go
How many miles to babylon


(McCafferty, Agnew, Charlton, Sweet)
1984 Fool Circle Music

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Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds and mars
Any heart not tough
Or strong enough
To take a lot of pain
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I'm young, I know
But even so
I know a thing or two
I learned from you
I really learned a lot
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh

Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true

Red-hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jivey, poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Red-hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

(copyright lowell george, 1971 naked snake music)


Well, some contend that this rock'n'roll
Is bad for the body, bad for the soul
Is bad for the heart, bad for the mind
Bad for the deaf and bad for the blind
It makes some men crazy, and then they talk like fools
It makes some men crazy, and then they start to drool.

Unscrupulous operators could confuse
Could exploit and deceive
The conditional reflex theories
Change the probabilities, I said it's a
Crass and raucous crackass place
With a Pavlov on the human race
It's a terrible illness, a terrible case
And usually permanent when it takes place.

It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown.

I got a Maseratti two by two
With snakeskin upholstery
Charge account at Goldblatz
But I ain抰 got you
I got a closet full of clothes
And no matter where I goes
You keeps a ring in my nose
But I ain抰 got you
I got a tavern, a liquor store
I play the numbers, 444
I got mojo don抰 you know
I抦 all dressed up with no place to go
I got women to the right of me
I got women to the left of me
I got women all around me
But I ain抰 got you, no I ain抰 got you
I got a tavern, and a liquor store
I play the numbers, 444
I got mojo don抰 you know
But I ain抰 got you
No, I ain抰 got you
No, I ain抰 got you
No, I ain抰 got you