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Eagles: Long Road out of Eden

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Eagles Recordinngs
Released: 2007.10.30
Time:
 45:06 / 45:51
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD Double
Web address: www.eaglesmusic.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2007.12.20
Price in €: 12,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


Disc One:
[1] No More Walks in the Wood (Henley/Hollander/Smith) - 2:00
[2] How Long (Souther) - 3:16
[3] Busy Being Fabulous (Frey/Henley) - 4:20
[4] What Do I Do with My Heart (Frey/Henley) - 3:54
[5] Guilty of the Crime (Miller/Williams) - 3:43
[6] I Don't Want to Hear Any More (Carrack) - 4:21
[7] Waiting in the Weeds (Henley/Smith) - 7:46
[8] No More Cloudy Days (Frey) - 4:03
[9] Fast Company (Frey/Henley) - 4:00
[10] Do Something (Henley/Schmit/Smith) - 5:12
[11] You Are Not Alone (Frey) - 2:24

Disc Two:
[1] Long Road out of Eden (Frey/Henley/Schmit) - 10:17
[2] I Dreamed There Was No War [instrumental] (Frey) - 1:37
[3] Somebody (Brannen/Tempchin) - 4:09
[4] Frail Grasp on the Big Picture (Frey/Henley) - 5:46
[5] Last Good Time in Town (Walsh) - 7:07
[6] I Love to Watch a Woman Dance (McNally) - 3:16
[7] Business as Usual (Henley/Smith) - 5:31
[8] Center of the Universe (Frey/Henley/Smith) - 3:42
[9] It's Your World Now (Frey/Tempchin) - 4:22

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Richard F.W. Davis - Keyboards, Programming, Producer, Orchestration
Glenn Frey - Bass, Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Orchestration
Don Henley - Guitar, Percussion, Drums, Vocals, Horn Arrangements
Greg "Frosty" Smith - Baritone Saxophone, Horn Arrangements
Steuart Smith - Guitar, Mandolin, Keyboards, Producer
Scott Crago - Percussion, Drums, Producer
Joe Walsh - Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals
Bill Armstrong - Trumpet
Luis Conti - Percussion
Al Garth - Violin, Alto Saxophone
Willie Hollis - Keyboards
Greg Leisz - Pedal Steel
Chris Mostert - Alto & Tenor Saxophone
Lenny Castro - Percussion
Timothy B. Schmit - Bass, Vocals
Michael Thompson - Trombone, Accordion, Keyboards

Bill Szymczyk - Producer
Andy Ackland - Engineer
Mike Terry - Engineer
Chris Bell - Engineer
Mike Harlow - Engineer
Hank Linderman - Engineer
Steve Churchyard - Engineer
Jason Lader - Engineer
Jim Nipar - Engineer
Elliot Scheiner - Mixing
Bob Ludwig - Mastering
Bobby Carlos - Guitar Technician
John Gabrielli - Guitar Technician
Brian Hunt - Guitar Technician
Victor Rodriguez - Guitar Technician
Jeri Heiden - Art Direction, Design
Olaf Heine - Photography


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2007 CD Polydor 1749406
2007 CD Polydor 1749402
2007 CD Polydor 4500
2007 CD Universal 1749243

Disc 1 1. No More Walks In The Wood 2. How Long 3. Busy Being Fabulous 4. What Do I Do With My Heart 5. Guilty Of The Crime 6. I Don't Want To Hear Any More 7. Waiting In The Weeds 8. No More Cloudy Days 9. Fast Company 10. Do Something 11. You Are Not Alone Disc 2 1. Long Road Out Of Eden 2. I Dreamed There Was No War 3. Somebody 4. Frail Grasp On The Big Picture 5. Last Good Time In Town 6. I Love To Watch A Woman Dance 7. Business As Usual 8. Center Of The Universe 9. It's Your World Now,



Just because it took them 13 years to deliver a studio sequel to their 1994 live album Hell Freezes Over, don't say it took the Eagles a long time to cash in on their reunion. They started cashing in almost immediately, driving up ticket prices into the stratosphere as they played gigs on a semi-regular basis well into the new millennium. So, why did it take them so long to record a new studio album? It could be down to the band's notoriously testy relations - Don Felder did leave and sue the band in the interim, settling out of court in 2007 - it could be that they were running out some contractual clause somewhere, it could be that they were waiting for the money to be right, or the music to be right. It doesn't really matter: there was no pressing need for a new album. Fans were satisfied by the oldies, and the band kept raking in the dough, so they could take their time making a new album. And did they ever take their time - the 13-year gap between Hell Freezes Over and Long Road Out of Eden, their first album since 1979's The Long Run, was nearly as long as that between their 1980 breakup and 1994 reunion. Far from indulging in a saturation campaign for this long-awaited record, the Eagles released the double-disc Long Road Out of Eden with surgical precision, indulging in few interviews and bypassing conventional retail outlets in favor of an exclusive release with Wal-Mart, which is not only the biggest retailer in America but also where a good chunk of the band's contemporary audience - equal parts aging classic rockers and country listeners - shops. (The album was also available on the group's official website, eaglesband.com, via musictoday.com.)

It was a savvy move to release Long Road Out of Eden as a Wal-Mart exclusive, but the album is savvier still, crafted to evoke the spirit and feel of the Eagles' biggest hits. Nearly every one of their classic rock radio staples has a doppelgänger here, as the J.D. Souther-written "How Long" recalls "Take It Easy," the stiff funk of "Frail Grasp on the Big Picture" echoes back to the clenched riffs of "Life in the Fast Lane," and while perhaps these aren't exact replicas, there's no denying it's possible to hear echoes of everything from "Lyin' Eyes" and "Desperado" to "Life in the Fast Lane," and Timothy B. Schmit turns Paul Carrack's "I Don't Want to Hear Anymore" into a soft rock gem to stand alongside his own "I Can't Tell You Why." It's all calculated, all designed to hearken back to their past and keep the customer satisfied, but yet it often manages to avoid sounding crass, as the songs are usually strong and the sound is right, capturing the group's peaceful, easy harmonies and Joe Walsh's guitar growl in equal measure. The Eagles burrow so deeply into their classic sound that they sound utterly disconnected from modern times, no matter how hard Don Henley strives to say something, anything about the wretched state of the world on "Long Road Out of Eden," "Frail Grasp on the Big Picture," and "Business as Usual." These tunes are riddled with 21st century imagery, but sonically they play as companions to Henley's brooding end-of-the-'80s hit The End of the Innocence, both in their heavy-handed sobriety and deliberate pace and their big-budget production. That trio fits neatly into the second disc of Long Road Out of Eden, which generally feels stuck in the late '80s, as Walsh spends seven minutes grooving on "Last Good Time in Town" as if he were a Southwestern Jimmy Buffett with a worldbeat penchant, Glenn Frey sings Jack Tempchin and John Brannen's "Somebody" as if it were a sedated, cheerful "Smuggler's Blues," and the whole thing feels polished with outdated synthesizers.

None of this is necessarily bad, however, as it's all executed well and the doggedly out-of-fashion sonics only make the songs more reminiscent of the Eagles' older records, especially if their solo work from the '80s is part of the equation. If that second disc does seem a bit like the Eagles' lost album from the Reagan years, the first disc recalls their mellow country-rock records of the '70s - that is, if Joe Walsh had been around to sing Frankie Miller's blues-rocker "Guilty of the Crime" to balance out Henley and Frey's "Busy Being Fabulous" and "What Do I Do with My Heart," a counterpoint that serves the band well. That first disc is the stronger of the two, but the two discs do fit together well, as they wind up touching upon all of the band's different eras, from the early days to their solo hits. It's designed to please those fans who have been happy to hear the same songs over and over again, whether it's on the radio or in those pricey concerts - listeners who want new songs that feel old, but not stale. That's precisely what Long Road Out of Eden provides, as it's an album meticulously crafted to fit within the band's legacy without tarnishing it.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



What a long, strange wait it's been. Don Felder has left, a generation has grown into adulthood, and at long last, Eagles return with a new studio album, their first since 1979's The Long Run. Given the interim, though, fans couldn't possibly have asked for more. The two-disc, 20-track Long Road Out of Eden not only retains the entire menu of the Eagles' staple sounds--effortless, multi-part harmonies; colorful, if not intricate, guitar embellishment; meticulously crafted songwriting; squeaky-clean, almost geriatric production--but many of these songs also viscerally recall past hits from Eagles' or the extant members' solo records. Like revenant doubles, "Frail Grasp on the Big Picture" echoes "Life in the Fast Lane," "How Long" channels "Take It Easy," the guitar arpeggio threading through "Center of the Universe" hints at the ubiquitous "Hotel California," and "Business As Usual" could have been culled from the cutting room floor from Don Henley's The End of the Innocence. The effect of all this familiarity is one of masterfully crafted self-tribute with one eye riveted on posterity, calculated to please both the deep-pocketed who can still afford the Eagles' concerts and those who'd given up on ever hearing new material again.

Jason Kirk - Amazon.com



Sage und schreibe 28 Jahre sind ins Land gegangen, seitdem die Eagles mit The Long Run das letzte Studiowerk mit ausschließlich neuem Material vorlegten. Jetzt meldet sich die Formation endlich zurück. Sie beendet ihre lange Funkstille mit dem großartigen Long Road Out Of Eden und dabei handelt es sich gleich um ein Doppelalbum mit zwanzig brandneuen Aufnahmen. Das nenne ich Comeback mit einem Paukenschlag! Nach 1979 gingen die Adler getrennte Wege, sie wandelten allesamt überaus erfolgreich auf Solopfaden. Seit 1994 kam es dann zwar zu gelegentlichen Wiedervereinigungen anlässlich von Benefizkonzerten oder auch Tourneen mit ihren großen Hits ("Hotel California", "Tequila Sunrise") im Reisegepäck, ein Album mit lauter unveröffentlichten Songs ersehnten die Fans allerdings vergebens. Die wird es umso mehr freuen, dass Don Henley, Joe Walsh, Glenn Frey und Timothy B. Schmit für The Long Road Out Of Eden nicht nur durchweg starke Songs aus der Feder geflossen sind, sondern diese auch noch im altbewährten Sound der Band erklingen. Abgesehen von kleineren Zugeständnissen an den Hörgeschmack unserer Tage bleiben die Kalifornier dem von Folk und Country unterfütterten Westcoast-Rock treu. Auch ihre Harmoniegesänge stimmen sie wieder so blitzsauber wie in den besten Zeiten an, und das Gespür für zündende Ohrwurmmelodien ist ihnen ebenfalls nicht abhanden gekommen. Studioalbum Numero sieben liefert somit den eindeutigen Beweis dafür, dass die Band in der Zwischenzeit rein gar nichts verlernt hat. Selbst nach der überlangen Pause sind die Eagles keineswegs flügellahm.

Harald Kepler - Amazon.de



Die zeitweise erfolgreichste Band des Planeten wollte eigentlich erst nach dem Zufrieren der Hölle wieder gemeinsam musizieren. Inzwischen wird es eher wärmer (Klimakatastrophe!), und trotzdem sind die Eagles wieder da, mit dem ersten Studioalbum seit 28 Jahren. Es ist ein Monster, quantitativ: Doppel-CD, 90 Minuten Laufzeit. Ächz. Doch nur ein wirklich überragender Song ist drauf: "Waiting in the Weeds" entfaltet in knapp acht Minuten auf akustischer Basis und mit einem großen Melodieeinfall becircend leichte Spätsommermelancholie; die Harmonien umschlingen und durchdringen sich, werden von Gitarren und Klavieren aufgegriffen und variiert, man verliert sich in dieser hohen Kompositions- und Arrangierkunst. Der Rest aber bläht die Versatzstücke ihres Kanons einfach auf zu pseudoneuen Songs, tut das aber mit veralteten Mitteln - und ist deshalb nie so gut wie das jeweilige Original, aus dem sie das Versatzstück herausbrachen. Jedes Riff ist da, wo's immer war; jeder Refrain, Bläsersatz und Keyboardschmonzes kommt verlässlich dort, wo er immer kam. Wenn's besinnlich wird, weint prompt die Mandoline, und viele Songs scheinen sich beim Textbaukasten zu bedienen ("I'll ever be beside you, everywhere you go"). Natürlich ist das alles entsetzlich perfekt gespielt; deshalb nervt sogar ein Saitenschnarren, weil es eitlerweise nur eingebaut wurde, um uns mit der Nase auf den Perfektionismus des Rests der Platte zu stoßen. Doch "Waiting in the Weeds" wird bleiben, für immer.

(mw) - kulturnews.de



There can barely be an Eagles fan on the face of the planet, after waiting patiently for the best part of 30 years--ignoring the piecemeal (and some might say mean-spirited) sprinkle of new songs on 1994’s Hell Freezes Over--that doesn’t crave every last minute of this epic stack of original work. But then there also hasn’t been a double album in history that couldn’t have been improved by shedding at least some of its load and tucking its jeans into its cowboy boots. Long Road out of Eden is no exception to that rule. Much of the first disc passes by in a shuffle of fairly standard, although admittedly enjoyable, mid-beat country-rock (see especially "Busy Being Fabulous") and the appearance of a drum machine on the second hints at a frankly unnecessary dalliance with 80s MOR pop--and one they’d already avoided by splitting the first time around. It’s music made by professionals, but lacking the classic, cinematic poise that has made Hotel California a mainstay on the best albums of all-time lists. But then the ambitious reach of the wind-swept, politically charged 10-minute title track really pulls things back, while the pleasant calypso drift of "It’s Your World Now", near a cappella melody waterfall of "No More Walks in the Wood" and moody blues swagger of "Somebody" prove there’s still just enough wind beneath these wings.

James Berry - Amazon.co.uk



"Long Road Out of Eden," the ten-minute centerpiece of this two-CD, twenty-song album, epitomizes everything that is familiar, surprising, overstretched and, in many ways, right about the entire set. The song echoes the title hit of 1976's Hotel California, the Eagles' defining monument to mirage, money and no escape. But this time the desert is overseas and oil is the new champagne. When drummer Don Henley sings, "Now we're driving dazed and drunk" in a grainy, plaintive voice, it is an entire nation at the wheel, "bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda."

That is brassy censure from a band that, in the Seventies, embodied Hollywood vainglory, shining its klieg-light guitars and vocals on the low roads through high living with an often wicked insight that only comes from knowing each mile intimately. But there is a potent restraint to "Long Road Out of Eden," in the bleak, hollow mix of acoustic guitar and electric piano in the verses and the overcast sigh of the harmonies. There is empathy, too, for the soldier on night patrol, with dirty work to do and everything to lose. "I'm not counting on tomorrow/And I can't tell wrong from right," Henley sings. "But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight." That's not self-interest -- just the purest need.

The resemblance in title between this album and the Eagles' last studio record, 1979's The Long Run, is no coincidence. Henley and singer-guitarist Glenn Frey, the band's surviving founders, have always written and sung about asphalt and distance —: getting as far from responsibility as possible, crawling home, bruised and maybe wiser, when the fun runs out. And making Long Road Out of Eden was a protracted haul in itself. Henley, Frey, guitarist Joe Walsh and singer-bassist Timothy B. Schmit reportedly worked on the album for six years, and the Topanga-country gallop "How Long" goes back much further. Written by veteran compadre J.D. Souther, it is a previously unrecorded relic of the group's early-Seventies live sets.

But the Eagles' original studio albums were all models of clenched-gleam detail, and Long Road suffers from sprawl. "Center of the Universe" makes the most of its bare bones -- the circular-staircase effect of the guitars -- and "Waiting in the Weeds" lets the lyrics carry the impatience ("I heard some wise man say that every dog will have his day/He never mentioned that these dog days get so long"). But Schmit's sweetly sung spotlights are Eighties-ballad sugar. Walsh's "Last Good Time in Town" is a wry cantina-swing sequel to "Life in the Fast Lane" -- staying home apparently is the new going out -- and he cuts through the salsa-lounge grooming with James Gang-era guitar. Seven minutes, though, is a long time to sing about doing fuck-all.

Henley and Frey still find easy pickings in bad behavior. In "Fast Company," Frey affects a Prince-like falsetto over a chilled-funk stroll, playing an old-timer who can't even remember the action he used to get. "Busy Being Fabulous" is classic Eagles saloon-band shine about an errant filly, except this one is a mom who can't tell the difference between raising kids and being one. And Henley may be having a grim laugh at the Eagles' own expense in the materialist rant "Business as Usual": "A barrel of monkeys, a band of renown/But business as usual is breakin' me down."

Nothing, of course, is business as usual in the music industry, and the Eagles, now running their own label, have chosen Wal-Mart as the album's exclusive retailer. There is an inevitable contradiction in buying a record that attacks corporate greed and blind consumerism in songs like "Do Something" and "Frail Grasp of the Big Picture" from a superchain with a bleak record on employee rights and health care. But Long Road Out of Eden is available direct at Eaglesband.com for $11.88, a bargain even with the misfires -- and worth it for the title song alone.

DAVID FRICKE (Nov 1, 2007)
RollingStone.com
 

 L y r i c s


No More Walks In The Wood

NO MORE WALKS IN THE WOOD:
THE TREES HAVE ALL BEEN CUT DOWN
AND WHERE ONCE THEY STOOD
NOT EVEN A WAGON RUT
APPEARS ALONG THE PATH
LOW BRUSH IS TAKING OVER

NO MORE WALKS IN THE WOOD:
THIS IS THE AFTERMATH
OF AFTERNOONS IN THE CLOVER FIELDS
WHERE WE ONCE MADE LOVE
THEN WANDERED HOME TOGETHER
WHERE THE TREES ARCHED ABOVE
WHERE WE MADE OUR OWN WEATHER
WHEN BRANCHES WERE THE SKY
NOW THEY ARE GONE FOR GOOD
AND YOU, FOR ILL, AND I
AM ONLY A PASSER-BY
WE AND THE TREES AND THE WAY
BACK FROM THE FIELDS OF PLAY
LASTED AS LONG AS WE COULD
NO MORE WALKS IN THE WOOD


How Long

Like a bluebird with his heart removed
Lonely as a train
I've run just as far as I can run
If I never see the good ol' days shining in the sun
I'll be doin fine and then some

(Chorus)
How long, how long, woman will you weep
How long, how long, rock yourself to sleep

I've been doin time in a lonesome prison
Where the sun don't shine
Just outside the freedom river runs
Out there in that shiny night
With the bloodhounds on your mind
Don't you know it's the same sad situation

(Chorus)
How long,how long, woman will you weep
How long, how long, rock yourself to sleep

Everybody feels alright, you know I heard some poor fool say, somebody!
Everyone is out there on the loose
Well I wish I lived in the land of fools
And none knew my name
What you get is not quite what you choose

Tell me how long, how long, woman will you weep
How long, how long, rock yourself to sleep
How long, how long
Muddy river runs so deep
How long, how long
Good night baby rock yourself to sleep
Sleep tight baby rock yourself to sleep
B, b, b, bye, bye, baby rock yourself to sleep


Busy Being Fabulous

I CAME HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE AND I FOUND YOUR LITTLE NOTE:
“DON’T WAIT UP FOR ME TONIGHT”
– THAT WAS ALL SHE WROTE
DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT YOU’RE OUT ON THE TOWN
WITH ALL OF YOUR HIGH-ROLLIN’ FRIENDS?
BUT, WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU COME UP EMPTY?
WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN THE PARTY ENDS?

YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS
TOO BUSY TO THINK ABOUT US
WELL, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DREAMING OF;
SOMEHOW YOU FORGOT ABOUT LOVE
AND YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS, UH-HUH

A LITTLE TIME IN THE COUNTRY;
A DAY OR TWO TO SLOW DOWN
A BOTTLE OF WINE AND A WALK IN THE MOONLIGHT;
MAYBE SOME FOOLIN’ AROUND
BUT YOU THINK TIME IS JUST A MAGAZINE AND MONEY’S JUST A THRILL
I’VE WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CHANGE YOUR WAY OF LIVIN’,
BUT NOW I REALIZE THAT YOU NEVER WILL

‘CAUSE YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS
TOO BUSY TO THINK ABOUT US
LOOKIN’ FOR SOMETHING YOU’LL NEVER FIND
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU LEFT BEHIND
‘CAUSE YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS, UH-HUH

YOU TELL A JOKE AND EVERYBODY’S LAUGHING
THAT’S SOMETHING YOU KNOW HOW TO DO
YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN THE LIFE OF THE PARTY
BUT NOW, MY BABY – THE JOKE IS ON YOU

AND YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS
TOO BUSY TO THINK ABOUT US
RUNNIN’ AFTER SOMETHING THAT NEVER COMES
WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU RUNNIN’ FROM?
AND YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS
TOO BUSY TO THINK ABOUT US;
TO DRINK THE WINE FROM THE WINNER’S CUP;
TO NOTICE YOUR CHILDREN WERE GROWING UP
YOU WERE JUST TOO BUSY BEING FABULOUS
TO BUSY, TOO BUSY


What Do I Do With My Heart

YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY A WORD
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY
IT’S SO HARD TO SAY GOODBYE

I CAN HOLD BACK MY TEARS AND TRY TO BE STRONG
WHILE OUR LOVE IS FALLING APART
I KNOW WHAT I’LL SAY IF YOU WALK AWAY
BUT WHAT DO I DO – WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HEART?

I’M NOT GONNA SAY A WORD
I KNOW I CAN’T CHANGE YOUR MIND
YOU KNOW WHERE YOU NEED TO GO
I KNOW I’LL BE LEFT BEHIND

I WON’T HOLD YOU BACK;
I WON’T STAND IN YOUR WAY IF YOU NEED TO MAKE A NEW START
BUT I STILL WANT TO KNOW, WHEN MY ARMS LET YOU GO:
WHAT DO I DO – WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HEART?

OH GIRL, DON’T YOU REMEMBER?
IT WAS NOT SO LONG AGO,
WE WERE MAKING PLANS FOR TWO
- JUST ME AND YOU
NOW YOU TELL ME THAT YOU’VE FOUND SOMEBODY
- SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU BETTER
BUT NO ONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU THE WAY I DO

TELL ME YOU’RE NOT LEAVIN’ NOW
TELL ME THAT YOU WANNA STAY
TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME STILL
FOR THIS AND THIS ALONE I PRAY

I’LL DO ANYTHING TO SAVE WHAT WE HAD
I’LL LOVE YOU ‘TIL DEATH DO US APART
BUT WHAT DO I DO WHEN I’M STILL MISSIN’ YOU?
WHAT DO I DO – WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HEART?


Guilty Of The Crime

YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO’S EVER HEARD MY SONG
I MIGHT BE LONLEY NOW BUT I WON’T BE LONELY LONG
TAKE A LOOK AT ME BABY – TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE
TAKE A LOOK AT ME BABY – YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE BRAND NEW ME
I’M LIKE A TOTAL STRANGER KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR
NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THE WAY I WAS BEFORE
IT’S A NEW LOVE STORY – SO READ EVERY LINE
YOU BE THE JUDGE AND THE JURY – I’M GUILTY OF THE CRIME

I’M SAVING ALL MY LOVING JUST FOR YOU
‘CAUSE THERE’S NOTHING MORE THAT I WOULD RATHER DO
IT’S A NEW LOVE STORY – GOT TO READ EVERY LINE
YOU BE THE JUDGE AND THE JURY
I’M GUILTY OF THE CRIME

I’M GUILTY OF, GUILTY OF THE CRIME OF LOVING YOU,
LOVING YOU BABY
I’M GUILTY OF, GUILTY OF THE CRIME OF LOVING YOU,
LOVING YOU BABY


I Don't Want To Hear Anymore

It's not the first time
That I've had the sense that something's wrong
But I'm old enough to know
That things don't always work out like they should
I know you're tryin' hard
To break it gently to me, now
But there's no easy way
To tell it like it is, so baby...

I don't want to hear any more
You don't need to tell me it's over
I've been here before

I've seen that look before
I know it well; it comes as no surprise
You've been avoiding me
But now you want to talk it over
Before you take my hand
And tell me softly in a whisper
There's no need to explain
I've read the book; I know how this all ends

I don't want to hear any more
You don't need to tell me it's over
I've been here before

I won't ask you to stay
I won't stand in your way
Look me right in the eyes
Let me walk away with my head high

If there's some other guy
I don't need to know why

But I don't want to hear any more
You don't need to tell me it's over
I've been here before

I won't ask you to stay
I won't stand in your way
And I don't want to hear any more
No, no, baby
I don't want to hear any more


Waiting In The Weeds

It's coming on the end of August.
Another summer's promise almost gone.
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day,
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long.

I don't know when I realized the dream was over.
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day.
You know it didn't go down in flames,
There was no final scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it slowly fade away.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come around again.
And hope is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up above the ground.
And I've been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you like I do.

I've been biding time with the crows and sparrows,
While peacocks prance and strut up on the stage.
If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance,
You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to settle down.
Along the back roads, running through the fields,
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in your hair, you're at the county fair,
You're holding hands and laughing,
And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped,
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him,
And he's the darling of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making.

I've been stumbling though some dark places,
And I'm following the cloud.
I know I've fallen out of your good graces
It's all right now.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer rain to fall.
Upon the wild birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the calling of the
Tide's Eternal tune, the phases of the moon,
The chambers of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come around again.
And hope is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up above the ground.
And I've been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you like I do.


No More Cloudy Days

Sitting by a foggy window
Staring at the pouring rain
Falling down like lonely teardrops
Memories of love in vain
These cloudy days, make you wanna cry
It breaks your heart when someone leaves and you don’t know why

I can see that you’ve been hurting, baby I’ve been lonely too
I’ve been out here lost and searching, looking for a girl like you
Now I believe the sun is gonna shine
Don’t you be afraid to love again, put your hand in mine…

Baby, I would never make you cry
I would never make you blue
I would never let you down
I would never be untrue

I know a place where we can go where true love always stays
There’s no more stormy nights, no more cloudy days

I believe in second chances
I believe in angels, too
I believe in new romances
Baby, I believe in you
These cloudy days are coming to an end
And you don’t have to be afraid to fall in love again

Baby, I would never make you cry
I would never make you blue
I would never turn away
I would never be untrue
I know a place where we can go where true love always stays
There’s no more stormy nights, no more cloudy days


Fast Company

HEY, WHERE YOU GOIN’?
NOW, WHAT’S THE RUSH?
YOU LISTEN HERE
NOW, YOU JUST HUSH
I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK
“OLD MAN DON’T KNOW ANYTHING”
BUT I’VE BEEN AROUND A WHILE
I KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING
EVERYBODY WANTS TO CHECK YOU OUT
EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND
AND ALL THIS PRESSURE (PRESSURE, PRESSURE)
WHERE DO I FIT IN?
THEY DON’T KNOW NOTHIN’ YOU DON’T KNOW
AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ YOU AIN’T GOT
BUT YOU KEEP ON RUNNIN’
YOU KEEP ON RUNNIN’ WITH THE

FAST COMPANY, FAST COMPANY
YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE, YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST
FAST COMPANY, FAST COMPANY
YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE, YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST

NOW, IT’S ALL RIGHT TO HAVE SOME FUN
THIS IS YOUR TIME; YOUR LIFE HAS JUST BEGUN
YOU’RE RACIN’ OUT THE DOOR
DON’T HAVE VERY MUCH TO SAY
YOUR MOTOR’S RUNNIN’ HOT
YOU CAN’T WAIT TO GET AWAY
LOOKIN’ UP THE ROAD AHEAD
YOU CAN’T SEE VERY FAR
REMEMBER WHERE YOU COME FROM
REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY
BE CAREFUL WHO YOU TRUST
THIS WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL
THIS WORLD IS DANGEROUS

FAST COMPANY, FAST COMPANY
YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE, YOU GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST
FAST COMPANY, FAST COMPANY
YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE, YOU GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST

TALK TO ME
AND HELP ME TRY TO REMEMBER
HOW IT FEELS TO BE SO IN DOUBT
TURN TO ME
AND HELP ME TRY TO REMEMBER
THAT RAGING FIRE THAT THE YEARS PUT OUT

FAST COMPANY, FAST COMPANY
YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE, YOU GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST
FAST COMPANY, FAST COMPANY
YOU’RE GOIN’ NOWHERE, YOU GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST

   

Do Something

I've been walkin' through the fields
And on the streets of town
Trying to make sense of what you left me
Everything that I believed in
Has been turned upside down
And now it seems the whole wide world's gone crazy

But when I feel like giving up
And I'm ready to walk away
In the stillness, I can hear
A voice inside me say

Do something
Do something
It's too late for saving face
Don't just stand there takin' up space
Why don't you do something?
Do something
It's not over
No, it's never too late

You were always on my side
Love was all we had
Now I sit and watch our love unraveling
I pick up the morning paper
All the news is bad
How did we get on this road we're traveling?

But when I feel like giving up
And there's nowhere left to go
That's the time I dig down deep
The only thing I know

Do something
Do something
Don't leave it up for someone else
Don't feel sorry for yourself
Why don't you do something?
Do something
It's not over
No, it's never too late

Run away
You can't run away
For your honor
For your pride
You'll sleep better
Knowin' you tried

To do something
Do something
It's too easy not to care
You're not ready for the rockin' chair
Get up and do something
Do something
Don't wait too long
Even if it's wrong
You've got to do something
Do something
It's not over
No, it's never too late


You Are Not Alone

SAY GOODBYE TO ALL YOUR PAIN AND SORROW
SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THOSE LONELY NIGHTS
SAY GOODBYE TO ALL YOUR BLUE TOMORROWS
NOW YOU’RE STANDING IN THE LIGHT
I KNOW SOMETIMES YOU FEEL SO HELPLESS
SOMETIMES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN’T WIN
SOMETIMES YOU FEEL SO ISOLATED
YOU’LL NEVER HAVE TO FEEL THAT WAY AGAIN

YOU ARE NOT ALONE
YOU’RE NOT ALONE

NEVER THOUGHT I’D FIND THE ROAD TO FREEDOM
NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE YOU SMILE AGAIN
NEVER THOUGHT I’D HAVE THE CHANCE TO TELL YOU
THAT I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIEND

YOU ARE NOT ALONE
YOU’RE NOT ALONE


Long Road Out Of Eden

MOON SHINING DOWN THROUGH THE PALMS
SHADOWS MOVING ON THE SAND
SOMEBODY WHISPERING THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM
DUSTY RIFLE IN HIS TREMBLING HANDS
SOMEBODY TRYING JUST TO STAY ALIVE
HE GOT PROMISES TO KEEP
OVER THE OCEAN IN AMERICA
FAR WAY AND FAST ASLEEP

SILENT STARS BLINKING IN THE BLACKNESS OF AN ENDLESS SKY
COLD SILVER SATELLITES, GHOSTLY CARAVANS PASSING BY
GALAXIES UNFOLDING; NEW WORLDS BEING BORN
PILGRIMS AND PRODIGALS CREEPING TOWARD THE DAWN
BUT IT’S A LONG ROAD OUT OF EDEN

MUSIC BLASTING FROM AN SUV
ON A BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAY
ROLLING DOWN THE INTERSTATE
IN THE GOOD OL’ USA
HAVING LUNCH AT THE PETROLEUM CLUB
SMOKIN’ FINE CIGARS AND SWAPPIN’ LIES
“GIMME ‘NOTHER SLICE O’ THAT BARBECUED BRISKET!”
“GIMME ‘NOTHER PIECE O’ THAT PECAN PIE!”

FREEWAYS FLICKERING, CELL PHONES CHIMING A TUNE
WE’RE RIDING TO UTOPIA;
ROAD MAP SAYS WE’LL BE ARRIVING SOON
CAPTAINS OF THE OLD ORDER CLINGING TO THE REINS
ASSURING US THESE ACHES INSIDE ARE ONLY GROWING PAINS
BUT IT’S A LONG ROAD OUT OF EDEN

BACK HOME I WAS SO CERTAIN
THE PATH WAS VERY CLEAR
BUT NOW I HAVE TO WONDER: WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?
I’M NOT COUNTING ON TOMORROW
AND I CAN’T TELL WRONG FROM RIGHT
BUT I’D GIVE ANYTHING TO BE THERE IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT

WEAVING DOWN THE AMERICAN HIGHWAY
THROUGH THE LITTER AND THE WRECKAGE AND THE CULTURAL JUNK
BLOATED WITH ENTITLEMENT;
LOADED ON PROPAGANDA
AND NOW WE’RE DRIVING DAZED AND DRUNK
BEEN DOWN THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS,
THE ROAD TO MANDALAY
MET THE GHOST OF CAESAR ON THE APPIAN WAY
HE SAID, “ IT’S HAR D TO STOP THIS BINGEING,
ONCE YOU GET A TASTE”
“BUT THE ROAD TO EMPIRE IS A BLOODY, STUPID WASTE”

BEHOLD THE BITTEN APPLE – THE POWER OF THE TOOLS
BUT ALL THE KNOWLEDGE IN THE WORLD IS OF NO USE TO FOOLS
AND IT’S A LONG ROAD OUT OF EDEN


Somebody

YOU FEEL BAD, BUT NOT BAD ENOUGH
YOU KNOW YOU HAD TO COMING ‘CAUSE YOU PLAYED SO ROUGH
BACK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, YOU’VE GOT AN ICY CHILL
MAN, YOU THOUGHT YOU’D GET AWAY WITH IT
- NOW YOU KNOW YOU NEVER WILL

SOMEBODY, SOMEBODY
YOU’VE GOT A FEELING, SOMEBODY’S FOLLOWING YOU

NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THE TIMES YOU’VE HAD
YOU’VE BEEN SO EVIL; YOU’VE BEEN SO BAD
THERE’S THE DEVIL TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU PUT THEM THROUGH
AND YOU’VE GOT A FEELING SOMEBODY’S FOLLOWING YOU

SOMEBODY, SOMEBODY
YOU’VE GOT A FEELING, SOMEBODY’S FOLLOWING YOU
SOMEBODY, SOMEBODY
YOU’VE GOT A FEELING, SOMEBODY’S FOLLOWING YOU

THERE’S A JACK-O’-LANTERN MOON IN THE MIDNIGHT SKY
SOMEBODY’S GONNA LIVE; SOMEBODY’S GONNA DIE
DOWN IN THE GRAVEYARD ON THAT OLD TOMBSTONE,
THERE’S A BIG BLACK CROW AND IT’S CALLING YOU HOME

SOMEBODY, SOMEBODY
YOU’VE GOT A FEELING, SOMEBODY’S FOLLOWING YOU
SOMEBODY, SOMEBODY
YOU’VE GOT A FEELING, SOMEBODY’S FOLLOWING YOU


Frail Grasp On The Big Picture

Well ain't it a shame 'bout our short little memory
We never seem to learn the lessons of history
We keep making the same mistakes - over and over and over and over again
And then we wonder why we're in the shape we're in

Good ol' boys down at the bar
Peanuts and politics
They think they know it all
They don't know much of nothin'
Even if one of 'em was to read a newspaper, cover to cover
That ain't what's going on
Journalism dead and gone

Frail grasp on the big picture
Light fading and the fog is getting thicker
Frail grasp on the big picture
Dark ages

And you, my love-drunk friend
All that red wine and candlelight
Soulful conversations that go on until the dawn
How many times can you tell your story
How many hangovers can you endure - just to get some snogging done
You're living in a hormone dream
You don't have the slightest notion what long-term love is all about
All your romantic liaisons don't deal with eternal questions like:
"Who left the cap off the freakin' toothpaste?" "Whose turn to take the garbage out?"

Frail grasp on the big picture
You keep on rubbing that, you're gonna get a blister
Frail grasp on the big picture
I've seen it all before

And we pray to our lord, who we know is American
He reigns from on high
He speaks to us through middlemen
And he shepherds his flock
We sing out and praise his name
He supports us in war
He presides over football games
And the right will prevail
All our troubles will be resolved
We hold faith above all
Unless there's money or sex involved

Frail grasp on the big picture
Nobody's calling them for roughing up the kicker
It's a frail grasp on the big picture
Heaven help us

Frail grasp on the big picture
All waiting for that miracle elixir
Frail grasp on the big picture
I don't wonder anymore

Frail grasp on the big picture
You brought her here, so go ahead and kiss her
It's a frail grasp on the big picture

   

Last Good Time In Town

I LIKE TO GO OUT EVERY NOW AND THEN
I CAN’T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN
BUT I HAVEN’T HAD THE TIME – LATELY

I LIKE TO STEP OUT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
I KINDA LIKE TO DO IT IN STYLE
I HAVEN’T HAD THE TIME – LATELY

LATELY I’VE BEEN STAYIN’ AT HOME
WORKIN’ THE CROSSWORDS, TURN OFF THE PHONE

AND I DREAM I’M ON VACATION,
‘CAUSE I LIKE THE WAY THAT SOUNDS
IT’S A PERFECT OCCUPATION FOR ME
I DON’T MIND BEIN’ BY MYSELF IF THERE’S NO ONE ELSE AROUND
IT’S THE LAST GOOD TIME IN TOWN

WELL, I COULD STAND UP STRAIGHT – GET A REAL JOB
STAY OUT LATE WITH THE SAME OLD MOB
BUT IT HASN’T CROSSED MY MIND – LATELY

PUT ON A SUIT – WORK DOWNTOWN
MOON COME UP AND THE SUN GO DOWN
NO, I HAVEN’T HAD THE TIME – LATELY

LATELY I’VE BEEN STAYIN’ AT HOME;
CLOSIN’ THE CURTAINS,
PLAY JAZZ ON TROMBONE

AND I DREAM I’M ON VACATION,
THOUGH YOU WON’T SEE ME AROUND
IT’S A PERFECT SITUATION FOR ME
I DON’T MIND BEIN’ BY MYSELF,
‘CAUSE I KNOW YOU’LL COME ON DOWN
IT’S THE LAST GOOD TIME IN TOWN

LATELY I’VE BEEN STAYIN’ AT HOME;
WORKIN’ THE CROSSWORDS,
TURN OFF THE PHONE

AND I DREAM I’M ON VACATION,
‘CAUSE I LIKE THE WAY THAT SOUNDS
IT’S A PERFECT OCCUPATION FOR ME
I DON’T MIND BEIN’ BY MYSELF
– IF YOU DON’T SEE ME AROUND
IT’S THE LAST GOOD TIME
– LAST GOOD TIME IN TOWN


I Love To Watch A Woman Dance

I LOVE TO WATCH A WOMAN DANCE
SHE BOWS HER HEAD AND LIFTS HER HANDS
HER HIPS BEGIN TO CIRCLE SLOWLY
HER EYES HALF CLOSED – HER FACE IS HOLY

SHE HOLDS THE WHOLE ROOM IN A TRANCE
I LOVE TO WATCH A WOMAN DANCE
YEAH, I LOVE TO WATCH A WOMAN DANCE

SHE LIKES THE SLOW SONGS OF LOVE LOST
THEY TAKE HER A MILLION MILES AWAY
‘CAUSE TO DREAM SOMETIMES,
THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO PLACES YOU CAN’T GET TO ANY OTHER WAY

OUR EYES CONNECT, SHE TAKES MY HAND
I LOVE TO WATCH A WOMAN DANCE
YEAH, I LOVE TO WATCH A WOMAN DANCE

I FEEL MY HEART BEATING AND I WONDER
- WILL IT EVER SATISFY MY LONGING?
I WANNA HOLD ON TO YOU LONG AS I CAN
‘CAUSE WHO KNOWS, THIS DANCE MAY BE OUR ONLY DANCE

SO WE DANCE TOGETHER CLOSE AND SLOW
- SO SLOW WE’RE ALMOST STANDING STILL
HER WARM BREATH AGAINST MY NECK,
SLOWLY BREAKING DOWN MY WILL
THE ROOM SPINS SO, I CAN BARELY STAND
THE SONG ENDS AND SHE LET’S GO OF MY HAND
THERE’S MUCH I DON’T UNDERSTAND
I LOVE TO WATCH A WOMAN DANCE
YEAH, I WATCH A WOMAN DANCE


Business As Usual

LOOK AT THE WEATHER
LOOK AT THE NEWS
LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE IN DENIAL
WE’RE BURNING TIME; BLEEDING GRACE
STILL, WE WORSHIP AT THE MARKETPLACE
WHILE COMMON SENSE IS GOING OUT OF STYLE
I THOUGHT THAT I’D BE ABOVE IT ALL, BY NOW;
IN SOME COUNTRY GARDEN IN THE SHADE

BUT IT’S BUSINESS AS USUAL
DAY AFTER DAY
BUSINESS AS USUAL
JUST GRINDING AWAY
YOU TRY TO BE RIGHTEOUS
YOU TRY TO DO GOOD
BUT BUSINESS AS USUAL
- TURN YOUR HEART INTO WOOD

MONUMENTS TO ARROGANCE; REACH FOR THE SKY
OUR BETTER NATURES BURIED IN THE RUBBLE
WE’VE GOT THE PRETTIEST WHITE HOUSE THAT MONEY CAN BUY,
SITTING UP THERE IN THAT BELTWAY BUBBLE
AND WHEN “EL JEFE” TALKS ABOUT OUR FREEDOM,
THIS IS WHAT HE REALLY MEANS:
BUSINESS AS USUAL
HOW DIRTY WE PLAY
BUSINESS AS USUAL
DON’T YOU GET IN THE WAY
MAKES YOU FEEL HELPLESS
MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A CLOWN
BUSINESS AS USUAL IS BREAKIN’ ME DOWN

BOY, YOU CAN’T GO SURFIN’ IN CENTURY CITY
THEM SHARKS OUT THERE ARE LURKING BENEATH THE CURL
THEY’LL ROB YOU BLIND AND CHEW YOU UP, AND IT AIN’T PRETTY
AND IT’S A SOUL-SUCKING, SOUL-SUCKING, SOUL-SUCKING,
SOUL-SUCKING, SOUL-SUCKING, SOUL-SUCKING WORLD

BUSINESS AS USUAL – DAY AFTER DAY
BUSINESS AS USUAL – FEEL LIKE WALKING AWAY
A BARREL OF MONKEYS; A BAND OF RENOWN
BUT BUSINESS AS USUAL IS BREAKIN’ ME DOWN


Center Of The Universe

I COME BEFORE YOU WITH MY HEART IN MY HAND
HOPING YOU CAN SEE ME THROUGH THIS VEIL OF TEARS
SOMEHOW I’VE GOT TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND
AH, DON’T YOU KNOW ME AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?
OH, LOVE, I HATE TO DISAPPOINT YOU,
BUT THERE’S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW

THIS IS NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE
THAT’S ALL RIGHT WITH ME
THIS IS NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE
BUT IT’S WHERE I WANT TO BE

I WILL BE WITH YOU EVERYWHERE YOU GO;
IN GENTLE BREEZES THAT CARESS YOUR SKIN
AND YOU WILL SEE ME IN THE SILENT SNOW;
IN EVERYTHING THAT COMES AROUND AGAIN
OH, LOVE, I’LL ALWAYS BE BESIDE YOU,
WHEREVER YOU MAY ROAM
SOMEDAY, WITH ALL THE STARS TO GUIDE YOU,
YOU WILL FIND YOR WAY BACK HOME

THIS IS NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE
THAT’S ALL RIGHT WITH ME
THIS IS NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE….


It's Your World Now

A PERFECT DAY – THE SUN IS SINKIN’ LOW
AS EVENING FALLS, THE GENTLE BREEZES BLOW
THE TIME WE SHARED WENT BY SO FAST
JUST LIKE A DREAM, WE KNEW IT COULDN’T LAST

BUT I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN, IF I COULD SOMEHOW
BUT I MUST BE LEAVIN’ SOON
IT’S YOUR WORLD NOW

IT’S YOUR WORLD NOW – MY RACE IS RUN
I’M MOVING ON, LIKE THE SETTING SUN
NO SAD GOODBYES; NO TEARS ALLOWED
YOU’LL BE ALL RIGHT
IT’S YOUR WORLD NOW

EVEN WHEN WE ARE APART
– YOU’LL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART
WHEN DARK CLOUDS APPEAR IN THE SKY,
REMEMBER TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES
BUT FIRST A KISS – ONE GLASS OF WINE
JUST ONE MORE DANCE, WHILE THERE’S STILL TIME
MY ONE LAST WISH: SOMEDAY YOU’LL SEE
- HOW HARD I TRIED AND HOW MUCH YOU MEANT TO ME

IT’S YOUR WORLD NOW
USE WELL YOUR TIME
BE PART OF SOMETHING GOOD
LEAVE SOMETHING GOOD BEHIND
THE CURTAIN FALLS
I TAKE MY BOW
THAT’S HOW IT’S MEANT TO BE
IT’S YOUR WORLD NOW


Hole in the World

There's a hole in the world tonight
There's a cloud of fear and sorrow
There's a hole in the world tonight
Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

They say that anger is just love disappointed
They say that love is just a state of mind.
But all this fighting over who is anointed,
Oh, how can people be so blind?

There's a hole in the world tonight
There's a cloud of fear and sorrow
There's a hole in the world tonight
Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

Oh, they tell me there's a place over yonder
Cool water running through the burning sand
Until we learn to love one another,
We will never reach the Promised Land.

There's a hole in the world tonight,
There's a cloud of fear and sorrow
There's a hole in the world tonight
Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

(There's a hole in the world tonight)
They say that anger is just love disappointed
(There's a cloud of fear and sorrow)
They say that love is just a state of mind
(There's a hole in the world tonight)
But all this fighting over who will be anointed
(Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow)
Oh, how can people be so blind?

There's a hole in the world tonight
(Hole in the world)
There's a cloud of fear and sorrow
(Fear and sorrow)
There's a hole in the world tonight
(Ooooh)
Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow
(Repeat 4x)


Please Come Home for Christmas

Bells will be ringing this sad sad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone I have no friends
To wish me greetings once again
Choirs will be singing Silent Night
Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas by New Years night
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
But this is Christmas yes Christmas night dear
The time of year to be with the one you love
So won't you tell me you'll never more roam
Christmas and New Years will find you home
There'll be no more sorrow no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, happy once again
Oh there'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, Christmas once again
 

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