THREE TIME LOSER (ROD STEWART)
Stand here ev´ry night, I´m wearin´ my number,
but she said wear it, touching up another fool.
In a jukebox job downin´ blues, in her leopard-skin anklehigh boots
while I´m jackin´ off, readin´ Playboy on a hot afternoon.
I´m a three time loser, caught it up in Monterey,
shook it up in East Virginia, now my friends say it´s here to stay.
How dare you have a party in a Chelsea basement
when the poor excited Jezebel said: "come outside"?
She felt me up and kissed my face, put her dirty hands
down in my pants. She took all of my money,
left me naked by the silvery moon...
...Roll away...all of you women, I don´t think I need you anymore.
There´ll be no more doctor´s bills...swallowing pills.
And I´ve found a woman that can witness that in blood out of me...
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ALRIGHT FOR AN HOUR (ROD STEWART)
Oh, didn´t I mess around like ev´rybody did? said: "woman,
you´re foolin´ around with a man that just don´t fit".
"I´d better get along before I get right under your skin".
Remember the song, wasn´t it fun? ´Cause it was just one of those
things. But it was alright for an hour...for a day.
But it did not last...till the weekend, and I packed my bags
and moved right away. I said "goodbye!" to money, I don´t owe
no alimony. I paid my dues and payroll cues, gonna leave it all up
to you. I´ll take my dog and my car, the best friends I´ve found
so far, and I´ll keep goin´ with the mornin´ sun, singin´ the same
old song...Well, I guess you needed somebody to open each and ev´ry
door, with a large amount in the Swiss account to give you thrills
and nothing more. But my Volkswagen is hardly a custom built
Ferrarri. You want firstclass, but I pump gas, so I´ll get on out
of your way...
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NAME OF ROCK N´ ROLL (ROD STEWART)
Went downtown on the two fourtynine, play´n for recognition
of the New York town. See, me and the boys got a rock ´n´ roll band,
they were so damn good, gonna lift up the man.
Well, we got ups, we got downs, we got just so high
till the sun goes down. Got the ego, can be abused,
I got my two-toned shoes, and I can sing the blues.
Look out, kids, it´s the F.B.I. We got a problem, you keep me high.
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place.
New York town is a meanass town, we got a thousand bands
singin´ underground. Way down in New Orleans it´s the same old
thing, emotion´l music a merry old thing.
Old King Soul, he final´y gave us a jolt,
he played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four,
he played upside down, he played inside out,
then a uniform band he was thrown into jail...
...Gettin´ hungry I know little woman,
can´t get a smell ´cause my nose is blocked.
I´m so high, I can´t believe it,
hotel dogs are knockin´ on my door.
Two night of singin´ nearly out on the end,
left the two parts red, oh, what a square!
As soon as the man, there´s no sweeter song,
listen, Mc Cartney, we´re the band on the run...Oh, yeah!...
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DRIFT AWAY (ROD STEWART)
Day after day I´m more confused, I look for the light
in the pouring rain. You know that´s a game that I hate to lose.
I´m feelin´ the strain, ain´t it a shame?
Oh, give me the beat, boys, to soothe my soul,
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away...
...Beginning to think that I´m wastin´ time,
don´t understand the things that I do
´cause the world outside looks so unkind,
now, I´m countin´ on you to carry me through...
...And when my mind is free no melody can move me,
when I´m feelin´ blue guitars are comin´ through to soothe me.
And thanks for the joy that you´ve given me.
I want you to know I believe in your song, and rhythm and rhyme
and harmony. You help me along, makin´ me strong...
...Yeah, won´t ya help me?...drift away?...
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STONE COLD SOBER (ROD STEWART)
Never get to bed before sunup, always get caught in the rain;
sometimes I might get in trouble, never was one to complain.
Now, gentleman, you must agree ain´t it worth it when you´re out
on cloud thirty-three to be stone cold sober again,
down in the alley again...Never found a dime in a gutter,
always get my best friends drunk. If the pres´dent tries
to call me, say: "Rodney, come on over for lunch" I´d say:
"Gentlemen, excuse me, please, but I´m busy with my buddies up..."
...Yeah...Sunday is a drag, so forget it,
Monday, you can make up for that, Tuesday, take a taste for dinner,
if you´re all right spend it in bed. But on Thursday,
prepare for your weekend and let Friday disappear into
Saturday mornin´, when you´re...I don´t mind...
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WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT (ROD STEWART)
I can tell by your eyes that you´ve prob´bly been cryin´ forever,
and the stars in the sky don´t mean nothin´ to you,
they´re a mirror. I don´t wanna talk about it,
how you broke my heart! But if I stay here
just a little bit longer...won´t you listen to my heart, whoao...?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colors of my heart:
blue for the tears, black for the night´s fears?...
...this ol´ heart...
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IT´S NOT THE SPOTLIGHT (ROD STEWART)
If I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I don´t have to tell you what a welcome it will be.
I felt the light before, but I let it slip away,
but I still keep on believing that it´ll come back some day.
It´s not the spotlight, it´s not the cam´ra light,
it´s not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It ain´t the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
but I´ve seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.
Sometimes, I try to tell myself the light was never real,
just a fantasy that used to be, the way I used to feel.
But you and I know better, even though it´s been so long,
if your memory really serves you well, you´ll never tell me
no wrong...So...what a welcome it would be...
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THIS OLD HEART OF MINE (ROD STEWART)
This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times.
Each time you break away, feel you´re gone to stay.
Lonely nights that come, memories that go,
bringing you back again, hurting me more and more.
Maybe it´s my mistake to show this love I feel inside,
´cause each day that passes by you got me never knowing
if I´m coming or going but I love you, yes, I do...
...this old heart weeps for you. I try hard to hide my hurt
inside...always keeps me crying. The way you treat me leaves me
incomplete, you´re here for the day, gone for the week.
But if I want you a hundred times, a hundred times I have you back.
I´m yours whenever you want me, I wanna shout about it,
tell the world about it ´cause I love you...
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STILL LOVE YOU (ROD STEWART)
I was told by a good friend you were untouchable, out of my reach.
But the first time ever I saw you, I spilled my cherry lime
over your dress. You said: "Don´t you worry, it´s not my best one".
First encounter, hardly the best. But I would not change a thing
if I could do it all over again. All I´m tryin´ to say
in my awkward way is: "I still love you".
Didn´t I try to impress you, but my old Chevy van
kept breakin´ down, and my one room over the drugstore,
we watched the neon lights go out over town.
And some nights we´d go out dancin´, come home singin´
by the Erie Canal, two hearts gently poundin´
as that mornin´ train came janglin´ through...
...Well, darlin´, didn´t I promise I´d never go so far away again?
But here I am writin´ this letter: "goodbye to you, my love,
see you again..."
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SAILING (ROD STEWART)
I am sailing...home again ´cross the sea...
...stormy waters, to be near you, to be free.
I am flying...like a bird ´cross the sky...
...passing high clouds, to be with you...
...Can you hear me...thro´ the dark night, far away?
I am dying, forever trying...who can say...
...We are sailing...Oh, Lord!...
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