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The rain is falling through the mist of sorrow that surrounded me
The sun could never thaw away the bliss that lays around me
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let it rain, rain, rain
Her life was like a desert flower burning in the sun
Until I found the way to love, it's harder said than done
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let it rain, rain, rain
Now I know the secret; there is nothing that I lack
If I give my love to you, you'll surely give it back
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let it rain, rain, rain
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let it rain, rain, rain
Songwriters: ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON, BONNIE LYNN BRAMLETT
As with most JB songs of this era, it gets real good after the halfway mark...
Rhodes up the wazoo:
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
It's so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you, year-lord
Let me tell ya now
Got lips that taste, like fresh strawberries
Through and through, through
Whatever you got babe
I'm gonna keep it
Just to share, you
It's so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you
I've got this burnin' desire
It just set my soul on fire
You know you burned me through and through lord
I just wanna be with you girl
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
It's so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you, year year
Rhodes up the wazoo:
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
It's so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you, year-lord
Let me tell ya now
Got lips that taste, like fresh strawberries
Through and through, through
Whatever you got babe
I'm gonna keep it
Just to share, you
It's so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you
I've got this burnin' desire
It just set my soul on fire
You know you burned me through and through lord
I just wanna be with you girl
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
Ice cream cakes, lollipops babe
Ain't as sweet as you, no
It's so nice to be loved by somebody
Somebody like you, year year
One of Hypno's favorites. The Rhodes/Geetar/Drums/strings/ and engineering are all magnificent.
Try it with headphones.
After you listen to all of it, let me know what you think...
Try it with headphones.
After you listen to all of it, let me know what you think...
Regardless of your political leaning, we all need to fight the globalists:
Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no iodine, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,
Your sex, your pills, your grass, your ...., your ..., your laughs, your balls, we want
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life
Show us your children, your photos, your home
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two
Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things, llamas, big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
Your thoughts, your emotions
Your loves, your dreams, your checkbook
Your essecnse, your sweat, your screams
Your security your soberiety
Your innocence
Your society, your self your place your distance your space
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's britney, here's cola
Here's pizza, here's tv, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch jerry, not oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
No cookies, no stray, no drop-outs
No gays, no leftys, no loonies
No opinions, no way, no bankers
No teachers, no facts, no freaks
No skaters, no tweekers, no truth
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR
Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no iodine, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,
Your sex, your pills, your grass, your ...., your ..., your laughs, your balls, we want
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life
Show us your children, your photos, your home
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two
Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things, llamas, big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
Your thoughts, your emotions
Your loves, your dreams, your checkbook
Your essecnse, your sweat, your screams
Your security your soberiety
Your innocence
Your society, your self your place your distance your space
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's britney, here's cola
Here's pizza, here's tv, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch jerry, not oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
No cookies, no stray, no drop-outs
No gays, no leftys, no loonies
No opinions, no way, no bankers
No teachers, no facts, no freaks
No skaters, no tweekers, no truth
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR
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You will win a Laurel. ...and Hardy handshake!
First one wins.
REDD Don't freak out. This is not a contest.
You will win a Laurel. ...and Hardy handshake!
First one wins.
REDD Don't freak out. This is not a contest.
The other Al:
I want to know you
I want to show you
I want to grow you
Inside of me
I want to see you
I want to free you
I want to be you
Inside of me
Love me 50,000 miles beneath my brain
Love me 50,000 times and then again
Can you love me with a thousand eyes?
Can you see right through my bones?
Can you kiss me with a thousand lips?
Can you melt a solid stone?
Can you hear me from a thousand miles
When you're screaming at the stars?
Can you pull me up to Jupiter
When I'm all hung up on Mars?
Burn my eyes with your flame
Let your world spin free
Let it go, baby
I'll do the same
All depends on me
Let it go
It's all the same
What with jewels that you can't see
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, babe
Bring it on home to me...
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
I want to know you
I want to show you
I want to grow you
Inside of me
I want to see you
I want to free you
I want to be you
Inside of me
Love me 50,000 miles beneath my brain
Love me 50,000 times and then again
Can you love me with a thousand eyes?
Can you see right through my bones?
Can you kiss me with a thousand lips?
Can you melt a solid stone?
Can you hear me from a thousand miles
When you're screaming at the stars?
Can you pull me up to Jupiter
When I'm all hung up on Mars?
Burn my eyes with your flame
Let your world spin free
Let it go, baby
I'll do the same
All depends on me
Let it go
It's all the same
What with jewels that you can't see
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, babe
Bring it on home to me...
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
Happy Humpday Everyone!!!
Thelonius my old friend
Step on in and let me shake your hand
So glad that you're here again
For one more time
Let your madness run with mine
Streets still unseen we'll find somehow
No time is better than now
Tell me where are you driving
Midnight cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentlemen loser
Drive me to Harlem
Or somewhere the same
The world that we used to know
People tell me it don't turn no more
The places we used to go
Familiar faces that ain't smilin' like before
The time of our time has come and gone
I fear we been waiting too long
Tell me where are you driving
Midnight cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentlemen loser
Drive me to Harlem
Or somewhere the same
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
Got a feeling I've been here before
Watching as you cross the killing floor
You know you'll have to pay it all
You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
You fasten up your beaded gown
Then you try to tie me down
Do you work it out one by one
Or played in combination
You throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
I have seen your iron and your brass
Can't you see it shine behind the glass
Your fortune is your roving eye
Your mouth and legs
Your gift for the runaround
Torture is the main attraction
I don't need that kind of action
You don't have to dance for me
I've seen your dance before
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
Tobacco they grow in Peking
In the Year of the Locust
You'll see a sad thing
Even Cathy Berberian knows
There's one roulade she can't sing
Dumb luck my friend
Won't suck me in this time
Got a feeling I've been here before
Won't you let me help you find the door
All you got to do is use
Your silver shoes
A gift for the runaround
Use your knack darlin'
Take one step back darlin'
There ain't nothing in Chicago
For a monkey woman to do
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
RIP Walter Carl Becker
Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know
Can't you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I'm alive and feeling fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
[Chorus]
No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world
As far as I know
I don't want your bread
I don't need your helping hand
I can't be no savage
I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day
Driving in my car
Through the ruins of Santa Fe
[Chorus]
I'm reading last year's papers
Although I don't know why
Assassins cons and rapers
Might as well die
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday
[Chorus]
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know
Can't you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I'm alive and feeling fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
[Chorus]
No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world
As far as I know
I don't want your bread
I don't need your helping hand
I can't be no savage
I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day
Driving in my car
Through the ruins of Santa Fe
[Chorus]
I'm reading last year's papers
Although I don't know why
Assassins cons and rapers
Might as well die
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday
[Chorus]
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
Katy tried
I was halfway crucified
I was on the other side
Of no tomorrow
You walked in
And my life began again
Just when I'd spent the last piaster
I could borrow
All night long
We would sing that stupid song
And every word we sang
I knew was true
Are you with me Doctor Wu
Are you really just a shadow
Of the man that I once knew
Are you crazy are you high
Or just an ordinary guy
Have you done all you can do
Are you with me Doctor
Don't seem right
I've been strung out here all night
I've been waiting for the taste
You said you'd bring to me
Biscayne Bay
Where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day
I went searching for the song
You used to sing to me
Katy lies
You could see it in her eyes
But imagine my surprise
When I saw you
Are you with me Doctor Wu
Are you really just a shadow
Of the man that I once knew
She is lovely yes she's sly
And you're an ordinary guy
Has she finally got to you
Can you hear me Doctor
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
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