Eric Burdon - The Eric Burdon Story (2006) by Eric Burdon (보컬) on maniadb.com

This following program is dedicated to the city and people of
San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so
Is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer
Cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European
Residents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to
San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it
Will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the
Sake of your own peace of mind.

Strobe lights beam create dreams
Walls move minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child young child feel alright
On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing leather wings
Jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angels young angels feel alright
On a warm San Franciscan night.

I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go, San Franciscan.

Cop's face is filled with hate
Heavens above he's on a street called love
When will they even learn
Old cop young cop feel alright
On a warm San Franciscan night
The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes indians too.

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh God, am one

If you had listened to what your momma said
You'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh Lord
You let a gambler lead you astray

Go tell my baby sister
Don't do as I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
Your race is almost run
I'm going back to lay my head
Beneath that rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, I'm one, oh God
And me, oh God, am one

You poor girl, you are one

Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach
The winter sun was on the horizon, and we were both out of reach
She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise.
Our souls were wet from the incoming tide.
She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes.
It's only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky.
He's free, not like you and me.
He's free, not like you and me.

I never ever thought, that you would be so out of reach.
And the lonely times have been like poison, child.
I wish I could practice, what I preach.
Then I can release these feelings, that I've been holding deep inside.
Been missing you so much baby, the only healer can be time.
By then you will have forgotten the dead bird on the beach.
But please, don't forget your father, child, Cause he's out of reach.
Yeah, my dream is to be free, free, free, freedom for you and me.
Yeah free, free, free, freedom for you and me.

You'll hear my music in the wind,
Hearbeat like the rolling tide.
One thing, you can be sure of, my love.
Wherever you go, I'll hold your love inside.
And I take a look, don't cry,
Even if he was livin' and you had him in your hands,
You'd still have to open up and let him fly.
That bird must be free!

She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes.
It's only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky.
He's free, not like you and me
He's free, not like you and me

Freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom
Freedom
Free
Freedom.....

I've seen the kings
I've seen the queens
I've seen them riding in a big limousine
I've heard them talking
About they're gonna save the world
But dey don't

I've seen them up in their ivory towers
I've waited in the lobbies
For hours and hours
I knew they're talking Jane Mansfield
But dey don't

I've seen the chickies up in Beverly Hills
I've seeen them talking all their little bitty pills
I've heard them talking 'bout they're gonna get it on
But dey don't

No dey won't, dey won't
Dey don't know who they're screwing
No dey don't, dey don't
Dey don't knoe what they're doing
No dey don't, dey don't
Dey don't know when they're praying
And dey don't know when they're going
And dey don't know when they're saying

I've seen the man and I've seen his land
I've heard him talking 'bout he's gonna move the stand
He wears a pretty hat but he don't understand
No he don't

Yeah, I've seen them up at the BTU
And I've heard them talking in their petty little way
And I've heard them talking how they're
Gonna save our youth
But dey don't
No, dey don't

I've seen them up in the singles bars
I've seen them grooving in their big flashy cars
Telling all the little girls they're gonna make them stars
But dey won't

They talk about it all day long, but
You never get it on
Never get it on
Never get it on
Hey baby, how are you doin'
Hey, come here a minute
Hey, hey, let mr talk to you for a while
Oh, you won't
You mean you can't

My daddy worked a lifetime, yeah
For the Power Company
Turning night into day, yeah
Yeah, for the Power Company
You know that he can still recall when the company was God,
Man was a slave
Throughout a war-torn strife,
My daddy held his lit electric light.
Power Company
They told him: 'join the union, lad, or we'll kick you in the ass'.
Power Company
I grew up with these words printed on my back
Power Company

Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company
Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free?

I worked like a dog all day on the production line
This factory is a jail, every day of your life you know
You're doing time
Now I got a little car
And I can't afford the gas
The house is cold and draughty
And the kids grow up too fast
I walk around, no future, no past
Power Company

Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company
Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free?

How this world keeps on turning every day is a mystery
My old man gets up each morning
And he goes to work each day at the Power Company
Yeah, he still does his little job and it isn't very hard
A computer to talk to instead of people he once knew
And the bosses at the top
They never seem to stop
Power Company

And we're singin'
Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company
Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free?
Whoa, oh, oh, oh|Power Company
Whoa, oh, oh, oh|when will you be free?
Yeah, when will you be free from the Power Company? (Power Company)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, when will you be free? (Power Company)
Ask yourself a question and look around you (Power Company)
You ask yourself a truth that you'll find out (Power Company)
And you'll never be free (from the Power Company)
Yeah, move your head (Power Company)
Move your soul

She's such a thriller, the number one killer in town
She'll make love to you, she'll turn your world upside down
Just when you think you've gone and reached the end
You're overblown and your heart stops again
She's captured your soul,
The little girl's got control of your mind, yeah

She's a heart attack, attack
She's coming back
Steal your whole heart away
Heart attack, attack, she's a cardiac
She's the one who makes you pay

Such a sweet sickness that woman is so wicked and wild
She looks like an angel
But she's got the soul of a dark devil child
Just when you think you've gone and passed the test
You'll be screaming cardiac unrest
When the devil is your lover,
There's no way to recover your heart, no baby, no

She's a heart attack, attack
She's coming back
Steal your whole heart away
Heart attack, attack, she's a cardiac
She's the one who makes you pay

Because the devil's always got a way, yeah

When you think you've gone and reached the end
You're overblown and your heart stops again
She's captured your soul,
The little girl's got control of your mind, yeah

She's a heart attack, attack
She's coming back
Steal your whole heart away
Heart attack, attack, she's a cardiac
She's the one who makes you pay

Heart attack, heart attack
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Heart attack, heart attack, attack
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack

(Spoken Intro by Louisiana Red)
You know what, I hate the goddam blues, man
You know what, and here I want to play
the blues and I ain't got no goddan string
on here, man
I hat the blues, man
I just hate it, man

You said you was hurtin'
Said you almost lost your mind
Well, the man you love
He hurts you all the time

When things go wrong
Go wrong with you
It hurts me too

You love him more
When you should love him less
Why lick up behind him
And take his mess

You love another man
I love only you
But you follow behind him
Stick to him like glue

He's going to leave you
You better put him down
No I don't stand
To see you being pushed around

Just after I left school
I begin working for living
Came home one day
From a hard day's digging
Went down to my blues collection
Just for some peace of mind
And I got the word Elmore James is gone
Seems like I lost a friend of mine

No more Elmore, no more Elmore James
No more Elmore, no more Elmore James
It's a shame, crying shame
No more Elmore James

When I was mannish boy
When I was in high school
My biggest influence was a 45 record
Made me wanted to dance
The music freaks would gather
From all over town
'Til early in the morning
We laid the beat on down

No more Elmore, no more Elmore James
No more Elmore, no more Elmore James
It's a shame, crying shame
No more Elmore James

As I grew older
The music grow within me
I knew that soon one of these days
I'd be out on the road
Fronting my own rock'n'roll show
We made the people sing
We made the people dance
True blue music
Puts everybody in a trance
We kicked in the guitar
No more Elmore James

When I'm feeling down
And all messed up inside
Put an Elmore on the box
And groovin'n'slip'n'slidin'

Elmore, I take him everywhere
As I travel down the long road
Lord, I hop he's down there
I sang at the crossroads
At the full of the moon
And I know for sure
It's true true love that counts
And I'm in love, yes

Couldn't believe my ears
Couldn't believe my eyes
Have to go through life
Without hearing that slide
Take him everywhere
I got it on my back
As I walk down this long road
No more Elmore James
No more Elmore James