I'm just a Rock 'n Roll Singer | |
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Groovin' Stone | Closed Curtains |
music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton | music: Peter Hecht / Fendt / words: John Lawton |
gone, holdin' onto no chains | I've played the part of a travelling man |
leavin', feelin' no more bad pains | acting my part from the very first line |
feel like a-groovin' and I never see the light | but now I see, there's been a big change in me |
goin' to the break of day | from today I know that the curtains are closed |
just tryin' to put things right | . |
. | I've read the stories of brotherhood |
livin' for the parties and the fun I might have had | been around the world more than one time |
smilin' for the people and drinkin' with the band | but now I see, there's been a big change in me |
. | but today I know that the curtains are closed |
free, got no time for thinkin' | . |
leavin', got no time for relaxin' | * oh feeling alright my wandering days are through |
. | I've had enough but I hang around |
looks like another rising rainbow | . |
writing songs for the next show | ** oh we're getting uptight I know just what to do |
. | my time has time has come for getting on |
* are you ready to go back | yes, got to settle down |
to the days of feelin' sad | . |
* repeat | * repeat |
. | ** repeat |
waitin' for the next stop, oh yeah | drunk from the cup of Satan's blood |
. | worked 'til my hands could take no more |
** when that day comes | up in the clouds, for the whole world to see |
there'll be no more time for regrettin' | but today I know that the curtains are closed |
watch the hands on the clock turn around | . |
there's no stoppin' | looked over hills 'til my eyes got weak |
. | sang 'til my song began to tire |
+ na na na na na na na na | but now I see, there's been a big change in me |
na na na na na na na na | and today I know that the curtains are closed |
who am I now | * repeat |
what am I | ** repeat |
na na na na na na na na - na na na na na na na na | . |
who am I now | Blind Freedom |
free, got no time for thinkin' | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
livin', got no time for relaxin' | . |
.. | try just a little harder |
wait 'til tomorrow | and you will see |
and then I'll push it through | that your life will get stronger |
wait 'til it breaks me | . |
and then I'll start anew | * just one touch from the hand of magic |
. | freedom lies over the hill |
folks said I was no good | drinkin' his wine biding his time |
didn't have no room to fly | . |
papa used to beat me | ** we've got a lot to be grateful for |
didn't stop to wonder why | we've got a chance |
. | let the love light open your door |
gone, holdin' onto no chains | just too much |
leavin', feelin' no more bad pains | the cries of a hungry child |
feels like another rising rainbow | sound of love heart out of time |
and the groovin' slides my backbone | breaking his mind glad he ain't mine |
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* repeat 2 times | see the sun in the early dawn flying high |
. | thinkin' of better times |
Born on the Run | and dreamin' of life yet to come |
music: Dieter Horns / words: John Lawton | tomorrow's the next day in your life |
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run through the night | bless your heart, we've spent a lot of time |
though the shadows are chasing | drinkin' wine, yeah, floatin' by |
rain and the wind beat my face as I go | drink yourself, we're goin' to need some time |
. | to change the light of day into tomorrow's night |
keep movin' on my first time and I'm drownin' | . |
so hard to run I got no place to go | so what should you listen to |
frightened to turn don't know what's behind me | . |
fear of the doubt keeps my head running wild | run, let freedom show you the way |
.. | wings that can fly |
keep movin' on through the night that surrounds me | will bring you a better day |
so hard to run just a nobody town | * repeat |
* questions I've asked all the answers the same |
** repeat and fade |
nobody seems to know why | . |
raised so wild I'm too hard to tame | Lonely City Days |
. | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
keep movin' on | . |
maybe someone will die | time after time |
brought up in the dirt never heard of good livin' | the day breaks on the city |
folks died young preacher told me so | I got a lot of things to do |
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life is to take never heard of givin', no | gotta see my girl in this great big lonely city |
born on the run I got no place to go | we got a lot of things to do |
* repeat 2 times | children play on the streets down below in the rain |
.. | no one cares |
Rock 'n Roll Singer | . |
music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton | old man sits on the step of the city bank, alone |
.. | people rich, people poor |
just a rock and roll singer | no one cares what the other one thinks |
movin' every night tryin' to keep my music alive | . |
I'm a rock and roll bringer | * no one does, it's true |
taking to the road | no news, no news |
too old to stop and take a dive - yeah | ahhhhh |
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* one day I'm gonna make it | the day strikes on this rumbling roaring city |
still young enough to take it | the fog and smog protect my view |
rockin' ain't easy, oh yeah | ain't seen my girl, I know she must be busy |
my hair's gettin' greasy | the telephone rings through |
my voice is gettin' wheezy, oh yeah | . |
but I'm all go | but I shop on the streets down below in the rain |
. | no one cares |
** na na na na na na na - rock and rollin' | . |
na na na na naa na na - rock and rollin' | evenin' breaks and the lights of the city can shine through |
.. | old man, little girl |
just a rock and roll singer | no one cares what the other one thinks |
ten years on the road | * repeat |
no time to stop and take a break | . |
my group is a real humdinger | lonely city days |
sweatin' every night 'til my back begins to ache | I got a lot of things to do |
* repeat | yeah |
** repeat | . |
huh, y'all shake your money-maker, yeah | children play evenin' breaks |
take your blue suede shoes off and sing | bad news, bad news |
. | mother's son on the street down below |
hey hey hey hey yeah - hey hey hey hey yeah | old man, little girl |
hoo na na na na na na na na | singin' |
hoo na na na na na na na na | the hard times |
hoo na na na na na na na na | the hard times |
rock and roll again | the hard times |
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get myself in trouble | Song For Louie |
burst that teeny gum bubble | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
smokin', I got no chance | . |
headin' for the next town - oh yeah | wings of time |
shaking everybody's hand but I'm all go | play the smiles of only you, my love |
** repeat to end | for the teardrops were falling |
.. | from a sad sad song |
Mary's Breakdown | with you |
music: Dieter Horns / words: John Lawton | . |
.. | and I've got a book filled with daydreams |
little Mary sit and drawin' | written in lonely rhymes |
funny pictures on the wall | but the rhymes, they get harder |
and thinkin' how good it used to be | without you |
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mother couldn't help her - her father didn't care | though the autumn wind blows cold |
what became of Mary he didn't see | and my song is new |
* the note lay on the table | only you |
the troubled things it said | . |
I'm leavin' because there was no doubt | maybe someday, somewhere |
. | you'll be listening to the magic |
** it's been the same old story | of the dreams that were born |
since little Mary's birth | in an old-fashioned song |
trouble and you leave it's still the same | for understanding |
what if you're the one to blame | and words that I penned in |
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little Mary sit and cryin' | * throwing the blinds when the sun comes up |
her funny pictures fell | that room is bare |
not old enough to know the reason why | trying to put out the light of candle |
photo's smile frankly but still it's not the same | trying so hard |
the toys and games of someone else's child | though it's dark |
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maybe they'll come tomorrow | I've tried so hard to forget |
go home to make their own | the smiles of you my love |
the wishin' and hopin' never dies | but the tears, but the tears |
. | keep on falling from a sad sad song |
little Mary's world lies shattered on the ground | . |
and I've got a book filled with daydreams | |
sorrow and despair lies all around | you wrote in happy times |
no one hears that weeping sound | but the times they get harder |
. | without you |
+ maybe they'll come tomorrow | . |
maybe they'll come today | though the summer wind blows warm |
little heart is waiting, waiting for the break | you'll have heard my song of magic, oh |
. | in a dream that went wrong |
sister says don't worry she smiles a friendly smile | in an old-fashioned song |
but baby, pumpkins splatter they're going to let you die | for understanding |
. | and words that I penned in |
now Mary's world is over | . |
broken heart, the doctor says | * repeat |
there's nothing more that he can do for her | .. |
a little life is ended the worries are all gone | . |
memory of Mary lingers there | . |
* repeat | . |
** repeat | .. |
slowly little Mary dies | . |
.+ repeat | . |
sister says don't worry she smiles a friendly smile | . |
Mary's pumpkin splatters - they're gonna let her die | . |
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