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As I come of age
I keep fallin' down And I feel just like a schoolboy I was in a senseless rage Runnin' too hard And I tore you all to pieces Yes but it's all over now I'm a little bit older now The lessons that I'm learning now Gonna make it easy Somehow Now then can I try Starting over Put the pieces back together Even as I cry bitter tears I can see it's all a puzzle A game Always the same By the time I die with the passing If I've sorted out my changes And if you could take the time I would tell you that it's still a puzzle The same Always a game |
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Strangest sort of feelin'
With me every day Everybody wasted A little more than they'd like to say Worry 'bout tomorrow Like it was today Leave you only sorrow Feelin' lost In the way When I was in prison It was only yesterday There were no longer cages Still I had to stay Think about tomorrow Like it was today Leave you only sorrow Feelin' lost And in the way Never saw the stranger Clouding up the day Never understanding Anything I say Do you know the meaning When you finally lose your way Who will be your witness Come to judgement day Think about tomorrow Like it was today Leave you only sorrow Feelin' lost And in the way |
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Believin' in you is believin' in me
All the same circle game that makes us feel free So much behind us so much to do Some days you eat the bear Some days the bear eats you [Chorus] Nothin' to worry 'bout But the worries That you make up yourself Christopher's watching me carefully now Wonderin' who I am listenin' to the sound He knows the best and the worst of me now I don't think I could go on if I let him down [Chorus] So my love do the things you got to do Never have to be afraid, I'm always with you Believin' in me and you like Christopher does Believin' is the magic that makes one from the two of us [Chorus] |
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I been burned
By a cold empty fire I been turned and led astray But you learn When you deal with a liar It's a cold cold world Cold world when it's Your friends I bee taken Down a blind street I been shaken and led astray You awaken With a bad bad feelin' It's a cold cold world When it's your friends You might listen you might Not it don't bother me You won't know till the Time catches up with you Can't you see how close I'm Watching you Feel like dirt They've taken my pride And what's worse I've been so betrayed And it hurts you deep down inside It's a cold cold world Cold world, when it's your friends You know trust is so hard to give But you must or you're gonna be alone When you're dust it just should not be That it was a cold cold world Cold world, cold cold world In the end |
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I'm out on the street
All alone by the newsstand The lady of leisure comes tearin' by Almost knocking me down She turns at the corner and looking back Lets her eyes send the message I'm helpless alone And I'm goin' down Help me, I need someone gentle to love me My life is a miserable comedy Of strangers posing as friends I know they don't know who I am Hurry, it's time to make your move boy Hurry, you better get along with it soon boy Hurry, there she goes Hurry, gone out the door boy You know you can win the battle But you can lose, you can lose the war Hurry, are your feet glued to the pavement boy? You know you can win the battle But you can lose, you can lose the war Thought I saw a fox, I did, I saw a fox Amidst that sea of pride, running Let me call a hansom cab We'll both get in and then go for a ride nowhere Nothing spoken, I retreat Find the subway, take a seat I let myself get in my way And let her get away I got off the train at the next stop And headed back uptown I knew I could find her She so needed a friend I found her alone in a doorway The tears in her eyes Said there's nothing that you can say I just need an ending I gave her a flower And got her to smile And asked her quite frankly Would she not prefer a beginning? |
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I thought I knew you, but I did not know few months ago
Right down the wrong road, leading to the past I know you're trying, rearrange your mind But when you're lying, do you laugh in my face? Turn back, turn back the pages Who remembers names, who remembers faces Turn back, don't drive yourself crazy Life's too short for ritualistic chases Maybe tomorrow, find the time to cry And in your sorrow, see the mirror never lie Just like the last time, you try to pull me down You are the past time and you're blind and death to sound So turn back, turn back the pages Who remembers names, who remembers faces Turn back don't drive yourself crazy Life's too short for repetitious changes Turn back, turn back Turn back, turn back, turn back No use denying, you wasted time And caused the crying, bitterness to hide Just trying to prove, don't need nobody else But you're bound to lose, lying to yourself Turn back, turn back the pages Who remembers names, who remembers faces Turn back, turn back don't drive yourself crazy Life's too short for ritualistic chases Turn back, turn back Turn back, turn back Turn back, turn back ... |
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I'm out on the street
All alone by the newsstand The lady of leisure comes tearin' by Almost knocking me down She turns at the corner and looking back Lets her eyes send the message I'm helpless alone And I'm goin' down Help me, I need someone gentle to love me My life is a miserable comedy Of strangers posing as friends I know they don't know who I am Hurry, it's time to make your move boy Hurry, you better get along with it soon boy Hurry, there she goes Hurry, gone out the door boy You know you can win the battle But you can lose, you can lose the war Hurry, are your feet glued to the pavement boy? You know you can win the battle But you can lose, you can lose the war Thought I saw a fox, I did, I saw a fox Amidst that sea of pride, running Let me call a hansom cab We'll both get in and then go for a ride nowhere Nothing spoken, I retreat Find the subway, take a seat I let myself get in my way And let her get away I got off the train at the next stop And headed back uptown I knew I could find her She so needed a friend I found her alone in a doorway The tears in her eyes Said there's nothing that you can say I just need an ending I gave her a flower And got her to smile And asked her quite frankly Would she not prefer a beginning? |
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Fancy Dan, gamblin' man
Top hat of the peanut man Talk about your pot of gold With a silver lining Tumblin' dice, hit it twice The boats and the flushes They sure look nice On a pot of gold With a silver lining Stateline, give you a hard time Don't you stay too long Goodbye, pretty women I Ain't stayin' on Come on and Get a bunch, bet a bunch If you come to gamble, Better pack a lunch For a pot of gold With a silver lining. The less you bet, stayin' in The more you lose even when you win On a pot of gold With a silver lining If you don't know when to stop Lady Luck she gonna see you're taught That there ain't no pot of gold And no silver lining Easy money, come too fast Come too quick turn a good man bad On a pot of gold With a silver lining. |
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Unless you believe in magic
There ain't much left you can be A skeptic or a fool Have you been watching your TV Incredible is all I think of Did I really see Wordless faces double talkin' A runnin' it down to me... About buyin' time Brother can you spare a dime Ain't it a crime How we got to buy time People goin' hungry Ain't no jobs, they's in the street Nobody's got no answer They're just staring at their feet Ain't no doubt about it Things are lookin' pretty bleak An' everybody's scufflin' hard Tryin' to make ends meet About buyin' time Brother can you spare a dime Ain't it a crime How we got to buy time It happened once before, you know In 1932 But now there's so many more of us There's something we gotta do Something radical, something different Got to hit on something new America, the dream is lost And it's killin' me and you About buyin' time Brother can you spare a dime Ain't it a crime How we got to buy time |
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Soldier, soldier, soldier
Stuck in a hospital ward Living in a wheelchair Do you remember the war It's not over It'll never be over for you It's not over Till they stop playing war with you Soldier, soldier Do you remember who found you The helicopter crew Out of the Au Shan Valley What could they do It's not over It'll never be over for you It's not over Till they stop playing war with you Soldier, soldier Was anybody with you When you felt your body die Knowing that you live on The shell of a man to hide It's not over It'll never be over for you It's not over Till they stop playing God with you Soldier, soldier Soldier, soldier |
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Have you seen
The ladies passing by They don't seem to notice That I'm lonesome and I cry But soon they'll listen I can tell you, tell you why Gonna make a record Gonna go sky high I just want to be closer to you I just want to see if you can be moved I don't want to be a fool for you Or be alone Going to the city All the hustlers in the street Can't you imagine where This country boy's head might be Bright lights are shining I can see in front of me At night clockwork deception Won't save or set us free I just want to be closer to you I just want to see if you can be moved I don't want to be a fool for you Or be alone Gonna tour the country Gonna play for all my friends Such a positive action I've got energy to lend So come on down, we're cookin' Let the rhythm get you high Bring all the ladies Tell them why, why, why I just want to be closer to you I just want to see if you can be moved I don't want to be a fool for you Or be alone |
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I met you in the strangest way
Into a night of crazy smiling faces Had it been another day, the sound of a thousand voices wailing dismay Having seen no other way, We looked at each other once And felt the love begin, love begin [Chorus] Cause you know there's a ring of love surrounding you and me Ring of love in perfect harmony Ring of love surrounding you and me All the way I've never met anyone ever could touch me so all the way You know you're the first one to make me believe in something People are full of lies Always willing to compromise Their love and their tomorrow Such a sorrow, sorrow The world is ours if we can cope We don't have to lose the faith That gave us this much hope Let us blow with the wind To seek out the fountain of life And all its miracles, its miracles [Chorus] Cause you know there's a ring of love surrounding you and me Ring of love in perfect harmony Ring of love surrounding you and me |
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Can I tell a people story, it ain't too long
There's very few that can face each other or themselves alone Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin' The meaning of a runaround is a circle game Tellin' lies and bein' jive with the one you love hurts the same Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin' Go on, do it, straight ahead Do what you know, the best you can, it's good for your head Think about all the times you just up and ran So go on, you got to try, give yourself a hand Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin' Do you know that time is only water that we drink Washing under bridges all eventually they gonna sink Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin' |
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by Gregg Allman
I've got to run to keep from hiding And I'm bound to keep on riding; And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no. Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider. I don't own the clothes I'm wearing And the road goes on forever And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider. I've gone by the point of caring. Some old bed I'll soon be sharing And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no. Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider. No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no. Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider; No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me no. No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider. Aⓒ1970 No Exit Music Co. Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. Drums: Joe Vitale Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry Guitar: Stephen Stills, Gerry Tolman Piano: Mike Finnigan Vocals: Stephen Stills, Dave Mason Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills Percussion: Joe Lala Recorded by Michael Braunstein |
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by C. Hardin and N. Petty
I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be Come home and bring your love to me My love for you has got to be real All of these years and how I feel I've been lovin' you night and day My love is real not fade away Can't you see that there's a good reason For bein' together just to be pleasin' Stompin', shoutin' and carryin' on Just you and me baby we could have more fun All we need is a sunny day Love a love not fade away Love a love not fade away My love is real not fade away Love a love not fade away My love is real not fade away Nobody else could be your man I'm still walkin so I know I can My love is bigger than a cadillac Tried to chauffeur but you drove me back Got to be with you when night turns to day My love is real not fade away My love is real not fade away My love is real not fade away My love is real not fade away (Love a love not fade away) Copyright Aⓒ1957 By MPL Communications, Inc. International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. Drums: Joe Vitale Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry Guitar: Stephen Stills Organ: Stephen Stills Vocals: Stephen Stills, Joe Vitale, George (Chocolate) Perry Recorded by Michael Braunstein |
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by Stephen Stills and Danny Kortchmar
Can't get no booty can't get no booty Can't get no booty can't get no booty I can't see it anyway Because I've always been such an easy prey Can't get no booty can't get no booty Try'n and try'n again No matter how hard I shake my tailfeather in your face All I can think of it's such a disgrace There's so much good man goin' to waste Maybe it's because of the clothes I wear maybe it's the Palmade on my hair Can't get no booty can't get no booty Is it the way I talk maybe it's the way I walk Is it the way I think maybe it's just the way I speak Can't get no booty can't get no booty Can't get no booty can't get no booty Having trouble seeing through your shades What you been reading 'bout me in the trades? Trying to make myself perfectly clear It's not the inches, it's the engineer And when I'm running my strongest way What is the feeling that you can't fake Maybe it's the tattoo on my face maybe it's that I just know my place Can't get no booty can't get no booty Can't get no booty can't get no booty Aⓒ1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. and Kortchmar Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. Drums: Joe Vitale Bass: Stephen Stills Guitar: Danny Kortchmar, Stephen Stills Piano: Stephen Stills Vocals: Stephen Stills, Danny Kortchmar Percussion: Joe Lala, Danny Kortchmar |
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by Stephen Stills
I was lost in a voyage at sea I was waiting for you and me To remember just how it was So that we can sing together When will you realize I got one of your stronger And I know we can work it I know we can work it work it out together But look hiding behind the walls Closing doorways to the hall Nothing ventured nothing gained What's your game Just take a look at that blackened tree It is not for the cause of me But a stranger was passed there long And he stepped right in-between us Picture of empty places Eyes of reflecting faces Now your fast emptiness Now you can see what the fear does You go hiding behind walls We can tear away the wall Change the shutters from the hall Never voices as that are called Then you're singing that is all And the reason for the game Becomes clearly quite a statement That's what you get for playing your game ⓒ1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. Drums: Joe Vitale Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry Guitar: Stephen Stills, George Terry Piano: Kenny Kirkland Vocals: Stephen Stills, Dave Mason, Andy Gibb, John Sambatero Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills Percussion: Joe Lala |
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Sometimes I consider my pace
I'm reminded of a train gathering speed for the climb to the pass; In whose shadow it already lies A small metal dragon approaching the ever present ascending rise To the Seventh Mountain. Reeling and snaking and leaping it seems That it wants to come loose from it's path cast in iron; But you can't slow down now As the Earth has presented a new crest to reach Without barely a rest from the last one. Can you wonder what lies beyond? Though you've been there before And forget about the effort and the strain; Always ascending, each yard as a mile To the never ending pull of the steepening grade that's before you. It's no matter. No distance. It's the ride. A valley, a forest, a desert, a stream, And an oversized bridge for the trickle beneath; You remember the torrent it turned to last Spring, From the snow melting fast, And the river it became in the summer. Perhaps it is ruin from a fire that has scorched it So badly that nothing will grow without rain; To wash away the blackened soil Now useless until called upon again In a future as distant and far away as the next range of mountains. Then take it as far as you see and beyond With eyes you don't use enough to gather up strength; As Thoroughfare Gap What awaits is whatever you see When you get there of even before; It's no matter. No distance. It's the ride. |
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by Stephen Stills & Joe Vitale
Down where the moss grow on the oak tree There's a bayou woman she waits for me She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo C'est ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so C'est beaucoup yumbo And she'll lead the way once you know where you're goin' She gotta soft sway, Does it without knowin' She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo C'est ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so C'est beaucoup yumbo And I don't mind telling you that everything feels better When I'm with my woman make me strong and for sure more together There's a yellow swamp steady as you're goin' 'Round that next bend the cypress never knowin' Listen to the music of the river flowin' Like the deep Mississippi current she always knowin' She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo C'est ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so C'est beaucoup yumbo Aⓒ1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. Drums: Joe Vitale Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry Guitar: Stephen Stills Piano: Mike Finnigan Vocal: Stephen Stills Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills Recorded by Michael Braunstein |
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