TONIGHTīS THE NIGHT -GONNA BE ALRIGHT- (ROD STEWART)
Stay away from my window...my back door, too,
disconnect the telephone line, relax, baby, and draw that blind.
Kick off your shoes and sit right down,
loosen off that pretty French gown.
Let me pour you a good long drink.
Uhh, baby, donīt you hesitate īcause tonightīs the night,
itīs gonna be alright īcause I love you, girl,
ainīt nobody gonna stop us now.
Cīmon, angel, my heartīs on fire, donīt deny your manīs desire.
Youīd be a fool to stop this tide,
spread your wings and let me come inside...
...Donīt say a word, my virgin child,
just let your inhibitions run wild.
The secret is about to unfold upstairs before the nightīs too old...
...īCause I love you, woman...
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THE FIRST CUT IS THE DEEPEST (ROD STEWART)
I would have given you all of my heart
but thereīs someone whoīs torn it apart,
and sheīs taken just all that I had
but if you want Iīll try to love again.
Baby...but I know the first cut is the deepest...
...But when it come to being lucky sheīs cursed,
when it come to loving me sheīs the worst.
I still want you by my side
just to help me dry the tears that Iīve cried.
And Iīm sure going to give you a try and...but...īcause...
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FOOL FOR YOU (ROD STEWART)
By the time you read this letter Iīll be outta your life,
gone forever more, but guess Iīll survive.
Iīm gonna leave my records and a forwarding address.
Ainīt you glad, honey, that Iīm offa your chest?
You said you wanted Paris, Rome īnī St. Tropez,
perfume by Channel and a ring by Cartier.
But I gave you headaches with my old fashioned ways,
but thatīs all irrelevant to what Iīm tryinī to say.
Iīm a fool for you, baby, pride wonīt let me stay...
...honey, and Iīll come back anyday.
Guess Iīll always love you all my life.
You can keep your Streisandīs, Bardotīs and Lorenīs.
Youīre my everything, but now youīre my end.
It may be over, but just before I go, I can make a new start,
but I canīt mend a broken heart.
So when I read about you in all the national press
on the arm of so and so, I may get depressed
īcause I tried to love you but didnīt fit in,
I came on the dust, Iīll leave on the wind...
...I donīt care what your friends say...
...And thatīs the way Iīll stay, I guess...
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THE KILLING OF GEORGIE -Part I and II- (ROD STEWART)
In these days of changing ways so called "liberated days"
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine.
Georgie boy was gay, I guess, nothinī more or nothinī less,
the kindest guy I ever knew.
His motherīs tears fell in vain the afternoon
George tried to explain that he needed love like all the rest.
Pa said: "there must be a mistake. How can my son not be straight
after all Iīve said and done for him?"
Leavinī home on a Greyhound bus, cast out by the ones he loves,
a victim of these gay days, it seems.
Georgie went to New York town where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way.
Accepted by Manhattanīs elite in all the places that were chic,
no party was complete without George.
Along the boulevards heīd cruise and all the old queens blew a fuse,
everybody loved Georgie boy.
The last time I saw George alive was in the summer of seventy-five,
he said he was in love, I said: "Iīm pleased".
George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype,
but split before the final curtain fell.
Deciding to take a short cut home, arm in arm, they meant no wrong.
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue.
Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang
with just one aim: to roll some innocent passer-by.
There ensued a fearful fight, screams rang out in the night.
Georgieīs head hit a sidewalk cornerstone. A leather kid,
a switchblade knife, he did not intend to take his life.
He just pushed his luck a little too far that night.
The sight of blood dispersed the gang, a crowd gathered, the police
came, an ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third.
Georgieīs life ended there, but I ask who really cares.
George once said to me, and I quote, he said:
"Never wait or hesitate. Get in kid, before itīs too late, you
may never get another chance īcos youthīs a mask but it donīt last.
Live it long and live it fast".
Georgie was a friend of mine. Oh, Georgie stay! donīt go away!
Georgie, please, stay! you take our breath away!...
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THE BALLTRAP (ROD STEWART)
Well, my brother said he saw you in a downtown bar
with a price on your head and a black man on your arm.
Cīmon, sister, I ainīt quite as dumb as I seem,
Iīd rather see you dead with a rope īround your neck
or see you paralyzed in both your thighs.
Cīmon, honey, you got me crawling down on my knees.
If you say itīs all over, Iīll pack up and go
but this time tomorrow youīll be screaminī on the phone:
"Come back, baby, and letīs get naked tonight"
Well, I canīt say yes and I canīt say no.
My heart wants to love you but my soul says "go!"
Cīmon, sugar, why donīt you let your man off the hook?
You got me in a balltrap, Lord, Iīm eating outta your hands...
...hung up on a one-night stand...strung out on a midnight tram.
First time I had you up on olī Park Lane,
you didnīt know my name even when I came.
As I recall you let me walk home in the rain.
You said Iīm cute, but tell the truth,
itīs my body you want with the red hot juice.
Cīmon, honey, letīs call the whole thing off...
...My mama donīt like you, and I ainīt surprised.
You got poison lips, you got amphetamine eyes.
She keeps on saying: "why donīt you find a nice country girl?"
But Ma, I ainīt never been in love before,
I canīt sleep or eat all week. But Friday night, Iīll be alright
on the midnight trampoline. Itīs a balltrap...
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PRETTY FLAMINGO (ROD STEWART)
All around, all of the guys call her "Flamingo"
īcause her hair glows like the sun and her eyes light up the sky.
When she walks by she moves so fine like a flamingo,
Crimson dress that clings so tight,
sheīs out of reach and out of sight...
...she brightens up the neighborhood
and every guy would take her hand,
if he just could, if she just would.
Some sweet day, Iīll make her mine, pretty flamingo,
and every guy will envy me īcause paradise is where Iīll be...
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BIG BAYOU (ROD STEWART)
I took a long, long trip to the city.
I was determined to get somewhere.
I spent all my hard earned money, I had saved to put me there.
Big bayou, where did you go?
to the river thatīs running slow into the Gulf of Mexico...?
...carry me home.
I took a cotton picking job in Memphis
and the people there treated me good
but my luck run bad in Nashville.
I had to walk the streets of Hollywood...
...Oh, Lord! Iīm going home, where the fish jump in the air.
You know I donīt need a lot of money
īcause I ainīt going nowhere...
...Iīm gonna catch a southbound train home one of these days...
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THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE (ROD STEWART)
You wouldnīt read my letters if I wrote them,
you ask me not to call you on the phone,
but thereīs something Iīve been waiting for to tell you,
so I wrote it in the words of this song.
I didnīt know God made honky tonk angels,
I might have known youīd never make a wife.
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
and went on back to the wild side of life.
The glamour of the gay nightlife has lured you
to the places where the wine and liquor flow,
where you wait to be somebody elseīs baby
and forget the truest love youīll ever know...
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TRADEWINDS (ROD STEWART)
Here I stand looking, looking around me
while all around me, what do I see?
Unhappy faces behind a painted smile,
heartache and loneliness dressed up in modern style,
unhappy people living in sin and shame,
reflections of myself, life is no easy game.
Weīre caught in the trade winds...of our time...
...Young girls whoīll soon become streetwalkers in the night,
young boys, the restless breed, looking for a fight.
Children both rich and poor, theyīre searching for the truth.
If they donīt find it, God help tomorrowīs youth...
...are blowing, blowing around me...
...Hatred and jealousy, brotherhood is dying,
love is the answer but nobodyīs buying,
good people turning bad, some donīt, but they are few.
The winds are blowing, the choice is all up to you...Yes...
...We are riding on the trade winds...
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