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Steve Lukather




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Альбом Steve Lukather



1997
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The Pump
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Blue eyes, black skies and clouds filled with pain
Disguise the emptiness, the disdain
Late calls, long halls with words no one hears
Reveals the loneliness and the years
Like going backward
A revolving door
I don't know which way's out anymore
I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes
Cold hearts, cruel thoughts can destroy the faith
Just ask the singer who hell from grace
But things change and strange days can turn a point of view
Just time till everyone gets their due
I may not save the world but I'll save myself
Can't depend on somebody else

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Of rags and bones
Rusty old wheels on a cobblestone street
Everything I own
Follows me round like a ghost that won't leave me alone
Even sticks and stones
Can't leave a mark on this spirit
Eel
Have you really grown
When you come back bleeding from your love torn battles
Wish I could feel bad for you
Or sympathize after all I've been through
I'm not as strong as I seem
While your heart is beating
I've got this broken machine
Those days have gone
Took so long just to pick myself up, and try to walk alone
No more afraid to let the sun stare at my face
See what you have done
Nuts, bolts and parts of dark days of broken dreams
Take so long to replace
As for your falling apart at the seams
Wish I could feel bad for you
Or sympathize after all I've been through
How come you're not as you seem
You've got your problems
Your self-esteem
Wish I could feel bad for you
Or feel anything after all I've been through
I'm not as strong as I seem
While your heart is beating
I've got this broken
Machine

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Queen of hearts and sister vanity
took me by the hand to show me royalty
in this castle so many things to see
and all I could become, a knight wasted away
I said ooh ooh...it's not any thing
Did to me
it's not what you made me feel I did to you
I cry, angry that I played the fool
for these are the tears of my own shame
even just a page I never thought to read
and the writing on the wall became a tapestry
the blues I felt , the reds they blinded me
and all the greens only taught me jealousy

(repeat chorus)

and I am not what I care to be
and she is not what I came to see
and like some shakespearean tragedy
that in the end I have to question...finally

(repeat chorus)

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Does it matter if it works out as planned
When the author is the pen in your hand
When your mind does what you don't understand
Remember that a sentiment changes every day
As every sun leave
Dows, arrows pointing every way
Hey, look around, this is you
Don't you worry 'cos it's fine to be confused
When you're questioning your fate
In time, you will see
All that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you
And don't you love the things you hate
Life will give it's gift if we don't hesitate
Some see the paper, then throw the present away
If you feel you're dying and the clock just makes you wait
Time may find us in tomorrow looking for today
Hey look around, this is you
Don't you worry 'cos it's fine to be confused
When you're questioning your fate
In time, you will see
All that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you
You should love the things you hate

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Night after night, day after day
I pass by the house that once was our home
I look through the windows, I lean on the bell
There's a light but there's no sign of you
The stranger's new car in
Driveway tells me your there
I know you're there
I feel like a chump doing time on the street
Low life and useless as the rags on my feet showin' through
You don't know how much I hate everything about you
Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue
The curve of your hips and your black irish hair
Sends a shiver that runs through me too
You don't know how much I hate you, wish it was true
The alleys are dark, sidewalks are bare
Time's on my hands empty and cold
I'm looking for something to knock out the night
Till the sun comes up shining like new
The chill in my bones reminds me life isn't fair
And nobody cares
To the lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice
In a world just as nasty as your world is nice
(baby blue)
You don't know how much I hate everything about you
Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth
You're a goddess, a priestess, a temptress, a queen
Greta garbo's got nothing on you
You don't know how much I hate you, wish it was true
You were kind to my brother
And good to my friends
You were passionate, faithful and strong
I must have been sleeping
It feels like a dream
I can't tell just where I went wrong
Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head
I'm strung out and crazy and can't find the thread, running through
You don't know how much I hate everything about you
The poison that runs through my veins telling me what to do
With a flick of a match I could burn down this house
Taking every last memory of you
You don't know how much I hate you
I say, you don't know how much I hate you
You don't know how much I hate you
I wish it was true
Oh, yes I do

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Never should rush into things
shouldn't spill the wine before it's time
wait and see what fortune brings
waste away till you can't see the signs
always taught to play it safe. wouldn't stick neck out if you could
everything is in it's place
might as well be chiseled out of wood
and your time's running thin
it's slipping through your fingers
with your chance to begin
forever again
don't know what you're waiting for
don't need a reservation just to live
you might be expecting more
but you won't get more than you have to give
and that's just the way I is
everyday it rains somewhere
you've got to make the best of what you have
you could tie a train out there
you better get some sunshine while you can
but you've heard this before
it's ancient information
just walk through the door
it's not that complicated
(repeat chorus)

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When will you touch the sky
Will you stop to wonder why
Excitement is your pain
While I am helpless once again
Take it out on me
If it makes you feel
That once again you're free
Don't try
Hang me on
This rope of greed
This rope I feed you
'cos if I'm hanging on
You won't be there to watch me bleed over you
Your eyes reveal your tale
When silence scares your words away
You only turn to me
When it becomes too hard to se
Take it out on me
If it makes you feel
That once again you're free
Don't try to hang me on
This rope of greed
This rope I feed you
'cos if I'm hanging on
You won't be there to watch me bleed over you

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When it's over...
You're always the last one to know
It's a feeling...
That nobody wants to show
Even though it's killing me
I still blame myself
I wish I could change, but lord knows I know that I can't
All the feelings...
Twisting inside my head
I know it's too late...
The past I can't seem to forget
If I could change the circumstance
I'd never let you go
I can't hide from the thruth and I want you to know
When I reach out my hand there's nobody there I can touch anymore
When I call out your name
The pain rips right through me like never before
Is it too much to ask for one last memory
Cause yesterday you said, you'd always be there for me
Don't know what's harder...
The truth or reality
I hit a brick wall
Painted with honesty
I wish that I could give to you, all the things you need
But the one thing I can't is making you leave
(repeat chorus)

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Smoke-colored L.A. sky
Hand covers up your sleepless eyes
As morning creeps in
Passed out there on my couch
Wearing the face of down and out
My long lost friend
Three cups of coffee and yo
Be on your way
Until this time tomorrow you come crawling back again
Open your heart to me
Think of my shoulder as sanctuary
Open your soul to me
I'll try to unravel your tangled up dreams
And the only thing that matters is your heart stays open for me
I always pictured you
As clear minded but confused with wounds
No one could see
You always made the friends
That never stuck with you until the end
Except for me
And the only difference I hear is your alibi
And the only thing in common is the reason
You're still here
Open your heart to me
Think of my shoulder as sanctuary
Open your soul to me
I'll try to unravel your tangled up dreams
And the only thing that matters is your heart stays open for me
I can feel your loneliness
I feel your pain

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It's easy to believe some people don't care
Believe a gift is to be given but never shared
When your clothes are stripped you got what you got
When you drive your car to heaven there ain't no ing lot
Another builded up, another undone
Like every day dawn becomes another setting sun
I still believe you came to see
Bet you thought I'd comprehend
You wish for me, you wish to be
But I'm a hero who can't pretend
I should have riches after all that I've been through
Should have some peace of mind, I should shave somebody new
A silver locket or a painting just for you
But all I got's a big old bag of tales
I tell the stories, I write by my hand
The things I've felt another could never understand
Better to have lived and loved than never because
It's not the things it could have been, it's that that never was
I should have riches after all that I've been through
Should have some peace of mind, I should have somebody new
A silver locket or a painting just for you
But all I got's a big old bag
Of tales

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Listen to my bluebird sing
She can tell you why
Deep within her heart you see
She knows I must cry
Yeah, cry
Here she sits aloft that bird
Strangest color blue
Flying is forgotten now
She thinks of you
Yeah, you
So with all those blues
Must be a thousand used
Each was differently used
You just know
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes
Can't be categorized
She got soul
She got soul
She got soul
She got soul
Do u think she loves you
Do u think
At all
Soon she's going to fly away
Worries of her own
Find herself another day
And go home
Go home

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The Pump

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