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Tom Jones: Reload

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Gut Records
Released: 1999
Time:
 62:44
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.tomjones.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2000.04.20
Price in €: 1,00



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Burning Down The House (Byrne/Frantz/Harrison/Wyemouth) - 3:39 with The Cardigans
[2] Mama Told Me Not To Come (Newman) - 3:00 with Stereophonics
[3] Are You Going My Way (Kravitz/Ross) - 3:27 with Robbie Williams
[4] All Mine (Barrow/Gibbons/Utley) - 3:59 with Divine Comedy
[5] Sunny Afternoon (Davies) - 3:26 with Space
[6] I'm Left, Your Right, She's Gone (Kesler) - 3:40 with James Dean Bradfield
[7] Sexbomb (Mousse T/Rennalls) - 3:31 with Mousse T.
[8] You Need Love Like I Do (Strong/Whitfield) - 3:49 with Heather Small
[9] Looking Out My Window (Jones) - 3:19 with James Taylor Quartet
[10] Sometimes We Cry (Morrison) - 5:00 with Van Morrison
[11] Lust For Life (Bowie/Osteberg) - 3:42 with The Pretenders
[12] Little Green Bag (Bouwens) - 3:49 with Barenaked Ladies
[13] Ain't That A Lot Of Love (Banks/Parker) - 2:42 with Simply Red
[14] She Drives Me Crazy (Gift/Steele) - 3:35 with Zucchero
[15] Never Tear Us Apart (Farris/Hutchence) - 3:08 with Natalie Imbruglia
[16] Baby, It's Cold Outside (Loesser) - 3:41 with Cerys Matthews of Catatonia
[17] Motherless Child (Traditional) - 5:09 with Portishead

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l



Tom Jones - Vocals

Zucchero - Vocals
Pee Wee Ellis - Horn
Mick Cox - Guitar (Acoustic)
Lasse Johansson - Keyboards, Guitar (Baritone)
Duncan Mackay - Trumpet
Alan Ross - Guitar (Baritone)
Ian Thomas - Drums (Snare)
Geraint Watkins - Keyboards
Paul Robertson - Violin
John Scott - Guitar (Baritone)
Guy Barker - Brass
Pete Beachill - Trombone
Dave Bishop - Sax (Baritone)
Greg Bone - Guitar (Baritone)
James Dean Bradfield - Bass, Vocals, Producer, Mixing, Guitar (Baritone)
Stuart Brooks - Trumpet, Flugelhorn
Simon Chamberlain - Piano
Roger Chase - Viola
Simon Clarke - Sax (Alto), Sax (Baritone), Horn Arrangements
Nick Cooper - Cello
Laurence Cottle - Bass
Ben Cruft - Violin
Dave Daniels - Strings, Cello
Chris Davis - Sax (Tenor)
Clive Deamer - Tympani [Timpani], Drums (Snare)
Andy Duncan - Percussion, Programming
Geoff Dunn - Drums (Snare)
Claudia Fontaine - Trombone
Wilfred Gibson - Violin
Mick Hucknall - Vocals
Chrissie Hynde - Vocals
Nick Ingman - String Arrangements, Brass Arrangement
Garfield Jackson - Viola
Sylvia Mason James - Vocals (bckgr)
Chester Kamen - Guitar (Baritone)
Paul Kegg - Cello
Ian Kirkham - Saxophone
Chris Laurence - Bass
Roddy Lorimer - Trumpet, Sax (Alto), Sax (Baritone)
Martin Loveday - Cello
Pauline Lowbury - Violin
Johnny Marr - Harmonica, Vocals (bckgr), Guitar (Baritone)
Van Morrison - Vocals, Producer
Ann Morfee - Violin
Mark Nightingale - Trombone, Brass
Steve Pearce - Bass, Guitar (Baritone)
Guy Pratt - Bass, Piano, Guitar (Bass)
Kevin Robinson - Trumpet
Ralph Salmins - Percussion
Tim Sanders - Sax (Tenor)
Adam Seymour - Vocals (bckgr), Guitar (Baritone)
Chris Sharrock - Drums (Snare)
Neil Sidewell - Trombone, Brass
Steve Sidwell - Trumpet, Flugelhorn, Brass Arrangement
Vicky Silva - Vocals (bckgr)
Beverley Skeete - Vocals (bckgr)
Sonia Slany - Violin
Tyler Stewart - Drums (Snare)
Miriam Stockley - Vocals (bckgr)
Jamie Talbot - Sax (Alto), Sax (Baritone)
John Thirkell - Trumpet
Cathy Thompson - Strings
Philip Todd - Sax (Alto)
Chris Tombling - Violin
Paul Turner - Bass
Adrian Utley - Bass, Producer, Guitar (Baritone)
Annie Whitehead - Trombone
Kate Wilkinson - Viola
Gavyn Wright - Strings, Violin, Orchestra Director
Gota Yashiki - Keyboards, Programming, Producer, Guitar (Baritone)
Jim Creegan - Double Bass
Philip Eastop - Horn
Steven Page - Vocals
Maurice Murphy - Trumpet
Ed Robertson - Guitar (Electric)
Steve Waterman - Trumpet
Jonathan Williams - Cello
Vaughan Armon - Strings
Bill Hawkes - Viola
Peter Lale - Strings, Viola
Paul Willey - Violin
Nick Busch - Horn
Andy Caine - Vocals (bckgr)
Richard Clews - Horn
Beth Gibbons - Vocals (bckgr)
Boguslaw Kostecki - Strings
Bruce White - Strings, Viola
Malcolm Mortimore - Drums (Snare)
Robbie Williams - Vocals
Johnny Douglas - Guitar, Keyboards, Producer, Drums (Snare)

John Parricelli - Guitar (Electric)
Rolf Wilson - Violin
Andrew Crowley - Trumpet
James Wiltshire - Keyboards, Programming, Engineer
John Baggot - Piano, Vibraphone
Neil Cowley - Keyboards
Matt Dunkley - Orchestral Arrangements
Uwe Granitza - Horn
Greg Haver - Drums (Snare)
Mike Hext - Trombone
Ian Humphries - Violin
Nick Nasmyth - Keyboards
Paul Sherman - Double Bass
Kevin Hearn - Guitar (Electric)
Tore Johansson - Keyboards, Producer
Natalie Imbruglia - Vocals
Rachel Allen - Violin
Peter Svensson - Guitar (Baritone)
Everton Nelson - Violin
Heather Small - Vocals
Neil Hannon - Vocals, Producer
Adrian Hallowell - Trombone (Bass)
Cerys Matthews - Vocals
Lutz Krajenski - Organ (Hammond)
Iain King - Violin
Dave Palmer - Bass
Rebecca Hirsch - Violin
Rachel Bolt - Strings
Andrew Byrt - Viola
Jamie Murphy - Guitar (Baritone)
Roger Argente - Trombone (Bass)
Carmen Smart - Vocals (bckgr)
Sarah Williams - Brass
Jim Rattigan - Horn
Warren Zielinski - Strings
Sophie Harris - Cello
Anna Hemery - Violin
Roger Linley - Double Bass
Chuck Norman - Programming
Nick Barr - Viola

Steve Power - Producer
D'Influence - Producer
Guy Chambers - Arranger, Producer
Dave Eringa - Producer, Mixing
Stephen Hague - Producer, Engineer, Mixing
Jon Jacobs - Producer, Engineer, Mixing
Geoff Barrow - Producer
Magnus Fiennes - Producer
Mousse T - Producer
Jeremy Wheatley - Producer, Mixing

Andy Bradfield - Engineer
Bob Kraushaar - Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Richard Norris - Engineer
Walter Samuel - Recorder
Ren Swan - Mixing
Niven Garland - Engineer
Robert Wheeler - Photography
Andy Scade - Engineer
Matthew White - Engineer
Emily Cracknell - Assistant Engineer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Released 27th September 1999



The track listing includes the 3 Dog Night track "Mama Told Me Not To Come" with Kelly from Stereophonics, The Kinks track "Sunny Afternoon", Talking Heads ‘s "Burning Down The House" with The Cardigans, an Elvis track "I’m Left, Your'e Right", "She’s Gone" with James from the Manics, INXS's "Never Tear Us Apart" with Natalie Imbruglia, The George Baker Selection’s "Little Green Bag" with Barenaked Ladies, Van Morrison doing his own song "Sometimes We Cry", Robbie Williams and a version of Lenny Kravitz' "Are You going To Go My Way", Heather Small from M People doing a cover of Gladys Knight and the Pips "You Need Love Like I Do", Chrissie Hynde doing Iggie Pop’s "Lust For Life", Ray Charles and Betty Carter’s "Baby It’s Cold Outside", Mick Hucknall doing Sam and Dave’s "Aint That A Lot Of Love", Tom Jones "Looking Out My window" with James Taylor Quartet and Divine Comedy doing Portishead’s "All Mine".
Says Tom Jones “I’ve had some of the best times singing with other singers and bands, and I’ve always done it throughout my career. I’m very pleased these artists have said Yes to the invitation, because I’m sure something very special is going to happen when we get down to working together”.
“Every one of them is fresh and strong, no matter what kind of music they do, or how long they’ve been around. I’m absolutely thrilled to be having this experience.”
The overall project producer is Steven Hauge, whose previous credits include James, Robbie Williams, the Manic Street Preachers and New Order. The executive producers are Guy Holmes and Mark Woodward.

from www.gutrecords.com



It had been six years since Tom Jones released his last stateside record, but this one scored big in England and on the Continent, for good reason. Ultra-modern and topical, Reload suggests you can easily ignore Jones' "What's New Pussycat?" past. Not only does Jones deliver one of the more invigorating workings of modern pop here, his selection of material and choice of mates prove that in addition to his routinely extraordinary performances, he's still recording quite potently, thank you. Like 1994's underrated "The Lead and How To Swing It," a lesser seller from the Interscope label, "Reload" finds Tom in collaborative mode. But where The Lead stressed original tunes and producer chops (everyone from Teddy Riley to Flood to Trevor Horn weighed in), Reload focuses on contemporary artists and cover songs. The artists are a motley, and very talented, crew indeed. Jones more than holds his own, turning the tunes into unusually personal and expressive vehicles. Jones launches the disc with Talking Heads' "Burning Down the House," working it brisk and funky with the Cardigans and lending David Byrne's opaque lyrics a fresh vigor. Then, with Stereophonics, he resurrects Randy Newman's "Mama Told Me Not to Come," refreshing the Three Dog Night chestnut with unexpected lasciviousness. The selections are as peculiar as they are successful, spanning "Sometimes We Cry" (a sparsely arranged duet with Van Morrison), a sharp interpretation of Iggy Pop's "Lust for Life" with Chrissie Hynde's Pretenders, and a fruity, truly bizarre take on the George Baker Selection's "Little Green Bag" with Barenaked Ladies. Jones probably doesn't do knee drops anymore, but he sure as hell does vocal swoops; check out "Ain't That a Lot of Love" with Simply Red's Mick Hucknall or his resurrection of Fine Young Cannibals' "She Drives Me Crazy" with Zucchero for throat acrobatics. Jones is in the uncomfortable position of being a retro novelty, and although he may not ignite the U.S. charts anymore (his last notable effort here was his great collaboration with the Art of Noise on the Prince tune "Kiss," in 1988), his music is as contemporary and driving as ever.

Carlo Wolff - All Music Guide



Und hier verbrüdern sich der Zauberer aus Wales und seine lebenslustige Clique mit einem Sammelsurium von modischen jungen Leuten, die bei ihren Mamis Eindruck schinden möchten. Van Morrison gehört dazu. Und Zucchero. Na gut. Vermutlich hat Toms Sohn und Manager diese gewiefte Idee ausgeheckt, eine Bemühung, die nach Berechnung stinkt, aber meistens doch überraschend temperamentvoll klingt. Die gewaltige Stimme von Tom Jones haut jeden seiner Duett-Partner in die Pfanne, ganz gleich ob sie versuchen mit seinem Macho-Gebrüll gleich zu ziehen (James Dean Bradfield von den Manics, Kelly von den Stereophonics) oder kraftlos säuseln (Natalie Imbruglia, Nina von den Cardigans). Robbie Williams entscheidet sich klugerweise für Klamauk, während Portishead in Vergessenheit geratenen Soul des 59 Jahre alten ehemaligen Kohlekumpels, der inzwischen zu einer Institution in Großbritannien geworden ist, mit Erfolg ausbuddelt. Zu den besten Teilen gehören Chrissie Hynde von den Pretenders, die in Iggy Pops "Lust For Life" keine Miene verzieht, wenn Tom keucht "I'm through with hypnotising chickens" ("Ich hab' es satt, Küken zu hypnotisieren") und wenn Cerys von Catatonia bei dem Christmas Hit, der auf keinen Fall fehlen durfte, "Baby It's Cold Outside" stöhnt "It's bloody freezing" und hierbei tatsächlich der Eindruck entsteht, dass zwischen diesem Paar aus Wales die Post abgeht. Trotzdem beachtlich.

Chris Roberts - Amazon.de



In meiner tiefen kindlichen Naivität dachte ich immer, über eine einigermaßen hohe Toleranz gegenüber Arschlöchern zu verfügen. Man(n) muss auch nicht zwingend tausend Jahre Rollbrett gefahren, hundertmal beim Ladendiebstahl erwischt worden oder der notorischste minderjährige Kunde in der XXX-Abteilung der Dorfvideothek gewesen sein, um verstehen, was »Die Jugendlichen von heute« so an der Bloodhound Gang toll finden können. Es hilft allerdings ungemein. Am fiesesten in der Kategorie Arschloch gebärden sich in der Regel jene, die eigentlich doch nur von morgens nach abends schreien: Los, liebt mich. Vor allem wenn ihnen dabei der Charme der Abteilung Rick Rubin/ Moses Pelham abgeht. Noch fieser wird's, wenn sich solche Kerle dann auch noch für äußerst tausendschlau halten, und durch einigermaßen weitgespannte Referenzen alle, aber auch wirklich alle, die sich in dem gewöhnlichen kleinstädtischen »Adoleszenz - Nightmare« (c: Eins, Zwo) »irgendwie anders« vorkommen wollen, obwohl das Taschengeld bequem für zwei überformatige Labelfetische pro Woche reicht. Das reicht dann von haha, Achtzigersynthie-Quatsch (die neue Single), Metallica, Standard-Pratz-Stadionpunk, FGTH und Falco, auch die mittlerweile unabwendbare 303 darf nicht fehlen, ebensowenig der »Dutch Hoovercraft Effect« des Mentasm-Samples. Dort wo Kollegen wie Limp Bizkit bei der Weiterverarbeitung ab und an mal Punkte sammeln können, schmeißen sie den ganzen Krempel einfach rein in den Windkanal und konstruieren eine präpotente Pubertäts-Plakativität, die man mit viel gutem Willen in ihrer Schlüssigkeit auch wieder als eigene Qualität würdigen kann. Der offene Brief an die verehrte Porno-Darstellerin darf dabei genauso wenig fehlen wie der inständige Wunsch, ihr doch bitte fachgerechten Anilingus verabreichen zu dürfen. Was ja zumindest in dieser Hinsicht für einige Hörer eine horizonterweiternde Maßnahme sein dürfte. Aber an sich? Hier sei an Victor Wards, Held aus Bret Easton Ellis' »Glamorama«, unsterbliche Worte erinnert: Spare Me. @Normal:Was auch der bessere Titel zu dem grauenhaften Machwerk gewesen wäre, das dem originalen »Tiger«, Tom »Austin Powers« Jones noch einmal Leben einhauchen soll. Tom Jones ging schon überhaupt nicht klar, als er von einem ähnlichen Anfall befallen, mal meinte, »Kiss« von Prince covern zu müssen. Doch dass hier niemand ein Einsehen hat und dieses reanimierte omnipotente Viagra-Monster noch mal auf die Menschheit loslässt, statt es dort zu lassen, wo es hingehört, nämlich irgendwo zwischen Jennifer Powers in »Hart aber Herzlich«, Bangkok Bums Bomber und Ribu-Filmen? Tz. Noch mehr verstört mich allerdings, dass sich hier Unterhaltungskünstler vor den Karren spannen lassen, auf die man gerne immer mehr an Coolem Wissen projiziert als die in solchen musikalischen Super GAUs unvermeidlichen ? oh weh! Oh leid! ? Zucchero und Simply Red. Namentlich: Robbie Williams, James Taylor Quartett, Divine Comedy und JD Bradfield von den Manic Street Preachers (der wenigestens noch die Waliser-Karte als Ablassbrief ziehen kann). Und dann dieses Video mit der unsäglichen Cardigans-Alten: dass alle der hier Beteiligten scheinbar keine Ohren im Kopf haben, scheint ja offensichtlich. Aber dieser Futuretro-Diskokeller-Schrott mit Tennislehrer-Campness: das kann doch niemand ernsthaft wollen, noch nicht mal ertragen wollen. Dazu dies ewige Beschwören des Mythos vom Superwomanizer, das ewige Mantra, ihm doch wieder ein Plätzchen zu schließen: siehe oben. Mit einem kleinem Zusatz, falls erlaubt. Die unangefochtenen Abräumer unter den Arschlöchern sind immer noch jene, die zu allen obigen Eigenschaften noch das allerfieseste Attribut mitbringen: Langeweile.

© SPEX
 

 L y r i c s


BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE

Fighting fire with fire

Watch out
You might get what you’re after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight
Wait ‘til the party’s over
Hold tight
Hold tight
We’re in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here’s your ticket
Pack your bags
Time for jumping overboard
The transportation is here

Close enough but not too far
Maybe you know where you are
Fighting fire with fire

All wet
Yeah you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred n’ sixty five degrees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place
Sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work
Baby what did you expect
Gonna burst into flame

Fighting fire with fire

Fighting fire with fire
Burning down the house

My house
S’out of the ordinary
That’s right
Don’t want to hurt nobody
Somethings can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

Watch out
You might get what you’re after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Three hundred ‘n sixty five degrees
Burning down the house
Fighting fire with fire
Gonna burst into flame
Fighting fire with fire
Gonna burst into flame
My house

No visible means of support
And you have not seen nothing yet
Everything’s stuck together

I don’t know what you expect
Staring into your TV set
Fighting fire with fire


MAMA TOLD ME NOT TO COME

Want some whiskey in your water, sugar in your tea?
What’s all these crazy questions, they're asking me?
This is the craziest party, there could ever be
Don’t turn on the lights, cause I don’t wanna to see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said! That ain’t the way to have fun – Son!

Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I’m almost choking, from the smell of stale perfume
And the cigarette you’re smoking, bout to scare me half to death
Open up the window let me catch my breath

Mama Told Me Not To Come
Mama told me not to come
She Said! That ain’t the way to have fun - son!
That ain’t the way to have fun - son! son! son!

The radio is blasting and someone’s knocking at the door
I’m looking at my girlfriend, she just passed out on the floor
I’ve seen so many things, I ain’t never seen before
Don’t know what it is, but I don’t wanna see no more

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come - Mama told me She said She said
That ain’t the way to have fun no no no!
That ain’t the way to have fun - son!

Mama told me
Mama told me
Mama told me
Mama told me
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain’t the way to have fun - son!
That ain’t the way to have fun – That what she say, she say!

That ain’t the way to have fun - no!
That ain’t the way to have fun - Mama told me
Mama told me
Mama told me
Mama told me
Mama told me
She told me not to come - Mama told me not to come!
That ain’t no way to have fun - That ain’t no way to have fun
That ain’t no way to have fun - son!

That ain’t no way to have fun – ah no no!

(maybe I should have listened)


ARE YOU GONNA GO MY WAY

Hey Robbie are you ready for this - I’m always ready Tom, You know that
I think you were born ready - Ha ha, Come On

I was born long ago
I’m the chosen, I’m the one
I have come to save the day
And I won’t leave until I’m done

And that is why you got to try
You got to breathe and have some fun
Though I’m not paid, I play this game
And I won’t stop until I’m done

But what I really want to know is…
Are you gonna go my way?
And I got to, got to know

I don’t know why we always cry
We must leave and get undone
We have to change and rearrange
And turn this planet back to one
So tell me why, we got to die
And kill each other one by one
We’ve got to love and rub-a-dub
We’ve got to dance and fall in love

But what I really want to know is…
Are you gonna go my way?
And I’ve got to, got to know

Is that you telling it like it is, Yeah, exactly
Yeah, yeah Uh huh
Yeah Aw, play the Guitar, Son
C’mon

Whooh, Yeah, Whooh, Yeah, Whooh, Yeah, Whooh, Yeah

What I really want to know is
Are you gonna go my way?
And I got to, got to know
I got to know


SUNNY AFTERNOON

In the summertime

The taxman’s taken all my dough
And left me in my stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can’t sail my yacht
He’s taken everything I’ve got
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon

Save me, from this squeeze
I’ve got a big fat momma tryin’ to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime (everything seems fine)

My girlfriend’s gone off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
And now I’m sitting here
Sipping on my ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

Help me, sail away
Give me two good reasons why I ought to stay

Cos I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Everything is fine because it’s the summertime
In the summertime
(I don’t care about a doggone thing)
in the summertime
(I’m broke, I’ve skint, but it’s the summertime)
In the summertime
(even though I ain’t got a dime, in the summertime, I don’t have a dime)
In the summertime
(I just got this ice cold beer, everything seems fine)
In the summertime
(Nothing seems to matter)


SEX BOMB

(Aw, Aw baby, Yeah, Ooh Yeah, Huh, Listen to this)

Spy on me baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
I’m gonna like the way you fight
(And I love the way you fight)

Now you found the secret code I use to wash away my lonely blues (well)
So I can’t deny or lie cause you’re the only one to make me fly

(You know what you are you are a…)
Sex bomb sex bomb you’re a sex bomb (Uh, huh)
You can give it to me when I need to come along (give it to me)
Sex bomb sex bomb you’re my sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on (baby you can turn me on)
(You know what you’re doing to me don’t you, Ha, Ha, I know you do)

Now Don't get me wrong ain't gonna do you no harm (no)
This bomb’s made for lovin' and you can shoot it far
I'm your main target come and help me ignite (Ow)
Love struck holding you tight (Hold me tight darlin’)

Make me explode although you know the route to go to sex me slow (Slow baby)
And yes I must react to claims of those who say that you are not all that (Huh, Huh, Huh)

Sex bomb sex bomb you’re my sex bomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sex bomb sex bomb you’re my sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on (turn me on darlin’)
Sex bomb sex bomb you’re my sex bomb (sex bomb)
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sex bomb sex bomb you’re my sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on

You can give me more and more counting up the score (Yeah)
You can turn me upside down inside out
You can make me feel the real deal (Uh Uh)
I can give it to you any time because your mine
(Ouch, Sexbomb, Aw Baby)

Sex bomb sex bomb you’re my sex bomb
And you can give it to me when I need to be turned on (No, no)
Sex bomb sex bomb youre my sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on (turn me on)
And baby you can turn me on (turn me on)
baby you can turn me on (turn me on)
Ooh baby you can turn me on (turn me on)
baby you can turn me on (Oh)
baby you can turn me on (Oh)
baby you can turn me on
Well baby you can turn me on


YOU NEED LOVE LIKE I DO

You need love like I do
You need love, yes it’s true
You need love like I do
You need love, yes it’s true
You need love like I do
You need love, yes it’s true
Yes it’s true, yes it’s true, yes it’s true

Well Well Well
Seems like it was only yesterday
When my mama told me don’t fall in love with the first girl that comes your way
She was pretty and nice, but I took her advice and passed her by
Years have passed and don’t look like loves gonna give me a second try

Boy the look on your face tells me you undestand
Could it be your lovelife, like mine needs a helping hand

Well, you need love like I do don’t you
I can tell by the way you look when I’m looking at you
You need love like I do, don’t you
Well it seems like I’m looking in the mirror, when I’m looking at you

I can’t begin to tell the many nights I sit home lonely
Come on and tell me girl has it ever happened to you
I’m gonna tell you something and believe me it ain’t no joke
My love life is just like a sinking boat
I can understand a person being without money
But there’s surely no reason for a person to be without love
(listen to me now)
I’m a girl and you’re a guy (yes it’s true)
So come on let’s give love a try

You need love like I do don’t you
I can tell by the way you look when I’m looking at you
You need love like I do, don’t you
You need love like I do don’t you

I know it ain’t fit and proper for a girl to talk this way
But I can’t cope with this loneliness not one more doggon day (Ain’t it true girl)
Everyday has been an uphill climb to keeping my hopes afloat
Judging by your silence boy you must be in the same boat

You need love like I do don’t you
I can tell by the way you look when I’m looking at you
You need love like I do, don’t you
Well it seems like I’m looking in the mirror, when I’m looking at you
You need love like I do don’t you
I can tell by the way you look when I’m looking at you
You need love like I do, don’t you
Well it seems like I’m looking in the mirror, when I’m looking at you


LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW

(Now people you know who I am,
and you know what I can do,
but I got a problem now and I’m gonna tell you about it,
I’m looking for this woman, y’see,
Listen, this is the way the story goes)

Looking out my window
Looking at the rain
Nothing left but pain
Why’d you go and leave me
Sad alone and blue
Looking out my window woman
Tryin’ to find you

Why did you leave me?
Why did you grieve me?

Looking out my window
What do I see?
Nobody’s crying
Half as bad as me
I don’t think that they feel
So alone and blue
Looking out my window baby
Trying to find you

Why did you leave me?
Why did you grieve me?

I’d like to tell you about
This little girl that left
Me so alone and blue
The trouble is if I paint the
Picture too well you
Might fall in love with her too
She was about 5-6
A little bag of tricks
My mama told me to watch myself but I didn’t listen
Because for you baby I’d scratch out my eye

Looking out my window
Down the railroad track
Waiting for that little brown eyed girl
She’s coming back
I gotta hear that whistle blowing
Down the line
Come back girl
She’ll be mine, oh mine

Why did you leave me?
Why did you grieve me?

Woah
Baby come on home
I’m so alone
Y’know I don’t care what the world might say
I’m gonna love you
Oh baby
I’m down on my knees
And I’m beggin’ you please
Ah
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
I love you, I love you
Come on home, come on home baby, come on home baby, come on home baby, to me.


LUST FOR LIFE

(Lust for life x 3)

Here comes Johnny in again
With liquor and drugs
And a flash machine
He’s gonna do another strip tease

Ah, hey man, where’d ya get that lotion?
I’ve been hurting since I bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah, something called love
Well, that’s like hypnotising chickens

I’m just a modern guy
Huh, of course, I’ve had it in the ear before
I have a lust for life
Cause I’ve a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life

I’m worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a GTO
I wear a uniform
On a government loan

I’m worth a million in prizes
Yeah, I’m through with sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With liquor and drugs
With liquor and drugs

Ooh, I’m just a modern guy
Huh, of course, I’ve had it in the ear before
And I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)
Cause I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)
A lust for life (ooh)
A lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
I got a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Ah a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life

I’m just a modern guy
Huh, of course, I’ve had it in the ear before
And I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)
Cause I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)
A lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
I got a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
I got a lust for life
A lust for life


AIN’T THAT A LOT OF LOVE

I know the desert can’t hold all the love
that I feel in my heart for you, yeah
If I could spread it out across the sea
I know my love would cork it up

Ain’t that a lot of love
For one heart to hold

If the bees only knew how sweet you are, Baby
They would seal up their honey comb
If the birds could hear how sweet your voice is
They would tighten up the song

Ain’t that a lot of love
For one heart to hold

Your lips are so sweet
Honey, you’re my every need
You got a smile so rare
A love like yours I just can’t compare

Ain’t that a lot of love
For one heart to hold

If the cook in the kitchen had a touch as hot as yours
They wouldn’t need a fire
I can’t think of a word that describes your love better
Than the sky above

Ain’t that a lot of love
For one heart to hold

Yeah
Ain’t that a lot of love
Ain’t that a lot of love

For one heart to hold
One heart to hold
One heart to hold
One heart to hold

Ain’t that a lot of love
Ain’t that a lot of love
One heart to hold
One heart to hold
Ain’t that a lot of love
Ain’t that a lot of love
For one heart to hold
Oh that’s a lot of love
Lot of love
Sounds like a lot of love
Sounds like a lot of love
For one heart to hold
For one heart to hold


BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE

I really can’t stay
But baby, it’s cold outside
I’ve got to go away
Ah, baby, it’s cold outside

This evening has been
Been hoping that you’d drop in

So very nice
I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice

My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what’s your hurry

My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to that fireplace roar

So really I’d better scurry
Oh beautiful, please don’t hurry

Maybe just a half a drink more
Why don’t you put some records on while I pour

The neighbours might think
Oh baby, it’s bad out there
Say, what’s in this drink
There’s no cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now

To break this spell
I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no, no, no, sir
Mind if I move a little closer

At least I’m gonna say that I tried
What’s the sense of hurting my pride

I really can’t stay
Baby don’t hold out

Ahh, but it’s cold outside
I simply must go
Oh, baby, it’s cold outside
The answer is no

You know it’s cold outside
This welcome has been
I’m lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious
Oh, your lips look delicious

My brother will be there at the door
Like waves upon a tropical shore

My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious
Eww, your lips are delicious

Well maybe just a cigarette more
Never such a blizzard before

I’ve got to go home
Ah, baby, you would freeze out there
Say, lend me a comb
You know it’s up to your knees out there

You’ve really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand

But don’t you see
How can you do this thing to me

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
Making my life long sorrow

At least there will plenty implied
If you caught pneumonia and died

I really can’t stay
Get over that old out
Ah but it’s cold outside


MOTHERLESS CHILD

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long long way from home
A long long way from home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
And I know my time’s not long
I know that my time, it’s not long

Sometimes I feel like I’m heaven bound
Sometimes I feel like I’m heaven bound
Sometimes I feel like I’m heaven bound
And I wear a golden crown
I wear a golden crown

Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
And I’m about to die
And I’m about to die

I’m about to die
I’m about to die
I’m about to die
I’m about to die
I’m about to die

I ain’t got nobody to love me
I ain’t got nobody to hold me
I ain’t got nobody to squeeze me
I’m just a motherless child
I’m just a motherless child

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