Sometimes I feel like I?m almost gone Sometimes I feel like I?m almost gone Sometimes I feel like I?m almost gone A long, long, long, way, way from my home
Clap your hands, clap your hands Clap your hands, clap your hands Clap your hands, clap your hands Clap your hands, clap your hands Hey, yeah
I got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart I got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart
When I need my brother, brother When I need my mother, mother Hey, yeah [unverified]
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind
Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back
Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee
Miss Maggie M'Gill, she lived on a hill Her daddy got drunk and left her the will So she went down, down to Tangie Town People down there really like to get it on
Now if you're sad and you're feeling blue Go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes And you go down, down to Tangie Town 'Cause people down there really like to get it on Get it on
Illegitimate son of a Rock n' Roll star Illegitimate son of a Rock n' Roll star Mom met dad in the back of a Rock n' Roll car
Well, I'm an old blues man and I think that you understand I've been singing the blues ever since the world began
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill [repeat and fade]
Coming in from London from over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chicken flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of ki's Don't touch my bags if you please Mister customs man, yeah
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walking in the hall with his things and all Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of ki's Don't touch my bags if you please Mister customs man
Hip woman walking on the moving floor Tripping on the escalator There's a man in the line and she's blowing his mind Thinking that he's already made her
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of ki's Don't touch my bags if you please Mister customs man
Coming in from London from over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chicken flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of ki's Don't touch my bags if you please Mister customs man, yeah, all right
Try, try, try just a little bit harder So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself 'Cause I'm gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder So I won't lose, lose, lose him to nobody else, yeah. Hey, I don't care how long it's gonna take ya But if it's a dream I don't want No I don't really want it Yeah if it's a dream I don't want nobody to wake me.
Yeah I'm gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder So I can give, give, give, give him every bit of my soul. I'm gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder So I can show, show, show him love with no control, yeah. Hey! I don't care how long it's gonna take ya But if it's a dream I don't want No I don't really want it Yeah if it's a dream I don't want nobody to wake me. Hey, dig it! Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.
Try oh yeah, hey, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord, Try oh yeah, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord, Try oh yeah yeah, try, whoa, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord, Push, work, push, work, oh yeah, try, oh yeah hey! Try oh yeah, hey try oh yeah, Try Lord, try, try, you ain't trying man You're not trying out man, come up with it. Come on, that's a wanker that listens to words, man. Hey you gotta work all night Hey little girl, gotta push on You gotta need Work a little more, hey, try a little more, Need a little more Yeah, work on, push on, move on, move on, You gotta work for it, you gotta work on it Push on, need on, move on, Move on, hey hey hey.
Work it daddy, Work it daddy, Come on, work it daddy, oh Yeah, yeah, you better try, try, try, try a little more You ain't never gonna get any man if that's the sort of thing you can do. Shit, there's lot more talent around than that man. Try, try, try, try try try, You've gotta try, try, try, try, Try, try, try, try, try, try... You gotta try, try, try, try... Lord, try, try, try, try, Lord, try, try, try, try, Hey, try, try, try, try,
I'll tell you one thing, we sure turned a trainful of freaks into a party, man, ha ha ha ha, didn't we, boys ? All right, all right, now what should I do ? Get it ?
"Get it While You Can" ? "Get it While You Can" !
All right. I'll do a song, man, that I'll tell you you could apply it to more or less to anything you want to but it could almost be even called the truth man. I wouldn't go that far, I wouldn't heavy up on anyone like that, man. I'll tell you one thing, songs got something to say, man, if you can dig it. It's talking about everybody's life, man, and what passes by you and what you miss and what you're gonna have, man. This is a song called Get it While You Can 'cause it ain't gonna be there when you wake up, man. (On Richard!) Richard Bell on piano.
Verse 1: Sitting on a hillside Watching all the people die I'll feel much better on the other side I'll thumb a ride
Verse 23: I believe in magic Why, because it is so quick I don't need power when I'm hypnotized Look in my eyes What are you seeing (I see...) How do you feel? (...you) I feel real phony when my name is Phil Or was that Bill?
Bridge: Life goes on here Day after day I don't know if I am living or if I'm Supposed to be Sometimes my life is so eerie And if you think I'm happy Paint me (white)(yellow)
I've been here once I've been here twice I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the - The fifth's to fix Sometimes I deal with numbers And if you wanna count me Count me out
Verse 4: I don't need the time of day Anytime with me's OK I just don't want you using up my time 'Cause that's not right
Coda: [repeat 3X:] ahh.... [repeat 3X:] They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it'll be tomorrow, you or me? We're all normal and we want our freedom Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom [continue with Am - A progression as above, to fade] (spoken:) Alla God's chilluns gotta have dere freedom
You live in the same world as I do But somehow I never noticed You before today I'm ashamed to say
Beautiful people We share the same back door And it isn't right We never met before But then We may never meet again If I weren't afraid you'd laugh at me I would run and take all your hands And I'd gather everyone together for a day And when we gather'd I'll pass buttons out that say Beautiful people Then you'd never have to be alone 'Cause there'll always be someone With the same button on as you Include him in everything you do.
Beautiful people You ride the same subway As I do ev'ry morning That's got to tell you something We've got so much in common I go the same direction that you do So if you take care of me Maybe I'll take care of you
Beautiful people You look like friends of mine And it's about time That someone said it here and now I make a vow that some time, somehow I'll have a meeting Invite ev'ryone you know I'll pass out buttons to The ones who come to show Beautiful people Never have to be alone 'Cause there'll always be someone With the same button on as you Include him in ev'rything you do He may be sitting right next to you He may be beautiful people too And if you take care of him Maybe I'll take care of you And if you take care of him Maybe I'll take care of you... People
They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here
I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere so high above this wall
I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long, I hear him shouting so loud Just crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
Look what's happening out in the streets Got a revolution, got to revolution Hey, I'm dancing down the streets Got a revolution, got to revolution Ain't it amazing all the people I meet? Got a revolution, got to revolution
One generation got old One generation got soul This generation got no destination to hold Pick up the cry
Hey, now it's time for you and me Got a revolution, got to revolution Come on, now we're marching to the sea Got a revolution, got to revolution
Who will take it from you? We will and who are we?
We are volunteers of America Volunteers of America Volunteers of America Volunteers of America
Got a revolution Whoa, got a revolution
Look what's happening out in the streets Got a revolution, got to revolution Hey, I'm dancing down the streets Got a revolution, got to revolution Ain't it amazing all the people I meet? Got a revolution
We are volunteers of America We are volunteers of America We are volunteers of America Volunteers of America Volunteers of America Volunteers of America
RELEASES
2009-08-25
Rhino (081227985080)
CREDITS
John Court / Producer Bugsy Maugh / Bass Guitar Phil Wilson / Drums Dave Sanborn / Alto Saxophone Elvin Bishop / Guitar Keith Johnson / Trumpet Mark Naftalin / Keyboards Gene Dinwiddie / Tenor Saxophone Paul Butterfield / Vocals Paul Butterfield / Harmonica
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