[TUMBLEWEED CONNECTION]과 함께 ELTON JOHN의 전성기를 대표하는 컨셉앨범 [CAPTAIN FANTASTIC AND THE BROWN DIRT COWBOY]의 발매 30주년 기념 디럭스 에디션!! 스매쉬 히트를 기록한 "SOMEONE SAVED MY LIFE TONIGHT"처럼 팝과 록의 매력이 가득한 멜로디의 명반. 비틀즈의 "LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMOND" 등 보너스트랙 4곡 수록된 오리지널 앨범과 1975년 6월 21일 런던의 웸블리 스타디움에서 가진 "MIDSUMMER MUSIC" 미공개 라이브 실황을 담고 있는 놓칠 수 없는 디럭스 에디션!! .... ....
Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both with sugar please" In the back of an alley
While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good. Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys Should I make my way out of my home in the woods"
Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing City slick Captain Fantastic the feedback The honey the hive could be holding For there's weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter Broken young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning
For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change We've thrown in the towel too many times Out for the count and when we're down Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy From the end of the world to your town
And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us Couldn't fool us For we were spinning out our lines walking on the wire Hand in hand went music and the rhyme The Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring From here on sonny sonny sonny, it's a long and lonely climb
Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours
But where were all your shoulders when we cried Were the darlings on the sideline Dreaming up such cherished lies To whisper in your ear before you die
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel Have a ball y'all See the letches crawl With the call girls under the table Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel
Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel, no no no
Junk, angel, this closet's always stacked The dealers in the basement Filling your prescription For a brand new heart attack
But where were all your shoulders when we cried Were the doctors in attendance Saying how they felt so sick inside Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel Have a ball y'all See the letches crawl With the call girls under the table Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel
Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel, no no no
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney
Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers So much to prove, so few to tell you why Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes It seems to me a change is really needed I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das No more long days hacking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing You know it's just another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins
And there's a chance that one day you might write a standard lads So churn them out quick and fast and we'll still pat your backs 'Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts Are you working
There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in a while For there's taxi cabs hooting But I can't be foot-loose forever My suitcase it's a cheap one My darling she's a dear one My head's feeling light as a feather
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely boy you're just a black sheep going home I want to feel your wheels of steel Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell me when the whistle blows
Part of me asked the young man for the time With a cool vacant stare of undue concern He said nine It's not so bad but I really do love the land And rather all this than those diamante lovers In Hyde Park holding hands Blowing heat through my fingers Trying to kill off this cold Will the street kids remember Can I still shoot a fast cue Has this country kid still got his soul
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely boy you're just a black sheep going home I want to feel your wheels of steel Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell me when the whistle blows
I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb reaching dizzy heights The world's in front of me in black and white I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom line
I'd have a cardiac if I had such luck Lucky losers, lucky losers landing on skid row Landing on skid row While the Diamond Jims And the Kings road pimps Breath heavy in their brand new clothes I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom line
And I gotta get a meal ticket To survive you need a meal ticket To stay alive you need a meal ticket Feel no pain, no pain No regret, no regret When the line's been signed You're someone else Do yourself a favor, the meal ticket does the rest
Shake a hand if you have to Trust in us and we will love you anyway, anyway Don't leave us stranded in the jungle With fifty percent that's hard to handle Ain't that so, ain't that so
There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning Away in the distance there's a blue flashing light Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse The wind blows away all of yesterday's news
Well they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatches They always could find us but they never could catch us Through the grease streaked windows of an all night cafe We watched the arrested get taken away And that cigarette haze has ecology beat As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street
Cause the steam's in the boiler, the coal's in the fire If you ask how I am, then I'll just say inspired If the thorn of a rose, is the thorn in your side Then you're better off dead, if you haven't yet died
Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days my razor blade Could use a better edge
It's enough to make you laugh Relax in a nice cool bath Inspiration for navigation Of our new found craft I know you and you know me It's always half and half
And we were oh oh, so you know Not the kind to dawdle Will the things we wrote today Sound as good tomorrow We will still be writing In approaching years Stifling yawns on Sundays As the weekends disappear
We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind But don't disturb us if you hear us trying To instigate the structure of another line or two Cause writing's lighting up And I like life enough to see it through
I used to know this old scarecrow He was my song My joy and sorrow, Cast alone between the furrows Of a field no longer sown by anyone. I held a dandelion That said the time had come To leave upon the wind Not to return When summer burned the earth again.
Cultivate the freshest flower This garden ever grew, Beneath these branches I once wrote such childish words for you. But that's okay, There's treasure children always seek to find, And just like us You must have had A once a upon a time.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with you head in the clouds And you're gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Picture yourself on a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes
I used to be a rolling stone You know if the cause was right I′d leave to find the answer on the road I used to be a heart beating for someone But the times have changed The less I say the more my work gets done * ′Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom From the day that I was born I′ve waved the flag Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
** Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind Shine a light shine a light Shine a light won′t you shine a light Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone Some people choose the city Some others choose the good old family home I like living easy without family ties Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me Right between the eyes
I hear that some playboy has kidnapped your heart With his plane and his plans for games after dark Just a pain in his pocket, and the price of a room Where the second hand sheets smell of stale perfume
If there's sharks in the water, don't swim where it's deep For the taste of success can be bitter and sweet It could be all right that I act like a child But you'll be the loser when the jokers run wild
You're just playing the game, but the stakes are too high What will you do when the chips start to fly When the deck's stacked against you, and the living gets hard? Oh, it's four walls of madness in this house of cards
Common you call me, but I know there's time In a handful of diamonds, a heart's hard to find And your house of cards starts weighing you down Your nights become restless when the clubs start to pound
Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both with sugar please" In the back of an alley
While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good. Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys Should I make my way out of my home in the woods"
Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing City slick Captain Fantastic the feedback The honey the hive could be holding For there's weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter Broken young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning
For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change We've thrown in the towel too many times Out for the count and when we're down Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy From the end of the world to your town
And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us Couldn't fool us For we were spinning out our lines walking on the wire Hand in hand went music and the rhyme The Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring From here on sonny sonny sonny, it's a long and lonely climb
Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours
But where were all your shoulders when we cried Were the darlings on the sideline Dreaming up such cherished lies To whisper in your ear before you die
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel Have a ball y'all See the letches crawl With the call girls under the table Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel
Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel, no no no
Junk, angel, this closet's always stacked The dealers in the basement Filling your prescription For a brand new heart attack
But where were all your shoulders when we cried Were the doctors in attendance Saying how they felt so sick inside Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel Have a ball y'all See the letches crawl With the call girls under the table Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel
Watch them dig their graves 'Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel, no no no
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney
Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers So much to prove, so few to tell you why Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes It seems to me a change is really needed I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das No more long days hacking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing You know it's just another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins
And there's a chance that one day you might write a standard lads So churn them out quick and fast and we'll still pat your backs 'Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts Are you working
There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in a while For there's taxi cabs hooting But I can't be foot-loose forever My suitcase it's a cheap one My darling she's a dear one My head's feeling light as a feather
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely boy you're just a black sheep going home I want to feel your wheels of steel Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell me when the whistle blows
Part of me asked the young man for the time With a cool vacant stare of undue concern He said nine It's not so bad but I really do love the land And rather all this than those diamante lovers In Hyde Park holding hands Blowing heat through my fingers Trying to kill off this cold Will the street kids remember Can I still shoot a fast cue Has this country kid still got his soul
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely boy you're just a black sheep going home I want to feel your wheels of steel Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell me when the whistle blows
I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb reaching dizzy heights The world's in front of me in black and white I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom line
I'd have a cardiac if I had such luck Lucky losers, lucky losers landing on skid row Landing on skid row While the Diamond Jims And the Kings road pimps Breath heavy in their brand new clothes I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom line
And I gotta get a meal ticket To survive you need a meal ticket To stay alive you need a meal ticket Feel no pain, no pain No regret, no regret When the line's been signed You're someone else Do yourself a favor, the meal ticket does the rest
Shake a hand if you have to Trust in us and we will love you anyway, anyway Don't leave us stranded in the jungle With fifty percent that's hard to handle Ain't that so, ain't that so
There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning Away in the distance there's a blue flashing light Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse The wind blows away all of yesterday's news
Well they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatches They always could find us but they never could catch us Through the grease streaked windows of an all night cafe We watched the arrested get taken away And that cigarette haze has ecology beat As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street
Cause the steam's in the boiler, the coal's in the fire If you ask how I am, then I'll just say inspired If the thorn of a rose, is the thorn in your side Then you're better off dead, if you haven't yet died
Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days my razor blade Could use a better edge
It's enough to make you laugh Relax in a nice cool bath Inspiration for navigation Of our new found craft I know you and you know me It's always half and half
And we were oh oh, so you know Not the kind to dawdle Will the things we wrote today Sound as good tomorrow We will still be writing In approaching years Stifling yawns on Sundays As the weekends disappear
We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind But don't disturb us if you hear us trying To instigate the structure of another line or two Cause writing's lighting up And I like life enough to see it through
I used to know this old scarecrow He was my song My joy and sorrow, Cast alone between the furrows Of a field no longer sown by anyone. I held a dandelion That said the time had come To leave upon the wind Not to return When summer burned the earth again.
Cultivate the freshest flower This garden ever grew, Beneath these branches I once wrote such childish words for you. But that's okay, There's treasure children always seek to find, And just like us You must have had A once a upon a time.
It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"
A couple of the sound that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright
Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright