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Gary Moore: Out In The Fields - The Very Best Of

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1998.10.19
Time:
 70:49 / 64:06
Category: Blues
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD Double
Web address: www.gary-moore.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2000.11.18
Price in €: 12,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


Disc One:
[1] Out In The Fields (G.Moore) - 4:16
[2] Over The Hills And Far Away (G.Moore) - 5:20
[3] Run For Cover (G.Moore) - 4:11
[4] Parisienne Walkways - Edit [Live] (G.Moore/Ph.Lynott) - 5:48
[5] Empty Rooms (G.Moore/N.Carter) - 4:15
[6] The Loner (G.Moore/M.Middletone) - 5:53
[7] Military Man (P.Lynott) - 5:37
[8] After The War (G.Moore) - 4:05
[9] Cold Day In Hell (G.Moore) - 4:24
[10] Wild Frontier (G.Moore) - 4:13
[11] Still In Love With You (P.Lynott) - 5:55
[12] Wishing Well (Rodgers/Kirke/Yamauchi/Bundrick/Kossoff) - 4:04
[13] Friday On My Mind (G.Young/H.Vanda) - 4:14
[14] Still Got The Blues (G.Moore) - 4:09
[15] Reaty For Love (G.Moore) - 4:25

Limited Edition Bonus Disc:
[1] Stop messin' around [Live] (P.Green/C.Adams) - 4:07
[2] Out in the fields [Live] (G.Moore) - 5:31
[3] Reach for the sky [Live] (G.Moore) - 5:09
[4] The Loner [Live] (G.Moore/M.Middleton) - 12:28
[5] All messed up [Live] (G.Moore/N.Carter) - 6:16
[6] Thunder Rising [Live] (G.Moore/N.Carter) - 5:45
[7] Over the hills and far away [Live] (G.Moore) - 6:57
[8] Military Man [Live] (Ph.Lynott) - 6:24
[9] Devil in her heart (G.Moore) - 3:23
[10] Emerald (Lynott/Downey/Gorham/Robertson) - 4:03
[11] Livin' on dreams [Remix] (G.Moore) - 4:03

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Gary Moore - Guitars, Vocals, Producer

Peter Collins - Producer
Ian Taylor - Producer
Jeff Glixman - Producer
Andy Johns - Producer
Pete Smith - Producer
Tony Goodwin - Album Co-Ordinator
Steve Rooke - Mastering
Nick Webb - Mastering
Ramsay Gibb - Cover Illsutrations
Karen Ludlow - Booklet Illustration
Stuart Weston - Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Für jeden, der Gary Moore schon vor seinem 90er-Album "Still Got The Blues" gerne gehört hat (und danach vielleicht nie wieder), war eine brauchbare Compilation aus seinen Solo-Alben der 80er Jahre längst überfällig. Positiv schlägt bei vorliegendem Silberling zu Buche, dass die beiden stärksten Alben dieser Phase - "Run For Cover" (1985) und "Wild Frontier" (1987) - mit jeweils stolzen vier Tracks vertreten sind, sowie die gegenüber bislang erhältlichen CDs geringfügig bessere Tonqualität. Beim Repertoire lässt sich allerdings - wie immer bei Compilations - auch das eine oder andere Haar in der Suppe finden: Einerseits findet sich das noch aus seiner Thin Lizzy-Zeit stammende "Still In Love With You", sowie "Still Got The Blues" und "Cold Day In Hell" aus seiner Blues-Phase Anfang der 90er, andererseits hat man auf Material von den beiden Alben "Dirty Fingers" (1980) und "Victims Of The Future" (1983) komplett verzichtet - nicht sehr geschickt. Zudem findet man von "Parisienne Walkways" mal wieder die eher enervierende Live-Version und von "Empty Rooms" (ebenfalls mal wieder) die 1985er-Variante. Die Studio-Version von ersterem und die 1983er Album-Version von letzterem sind nicht nur die musikalisch überzeugenderen Fassungen, sondern hätten darüber hinaus auch den Vorteil gehabt, nicht schon auf der 94er-Compilation "Ballads & Blues" zu hören gewesen zu sein. Dennoch: Alles in allem sicherlich keine schlechte Auswahl. Enttäuschend dagegen fällt das Material der Bonus-CD der limitierten Variante aus: Bei acht der elf Tracks handelt es sich um Live-Versionen, welche weder durch einen übermässigen Grad an Inspiration noch eine besonders gute Tonqualität überzeugen können und daher selbst fuer den Die Hard-Fan verzichtbar sind. Den "Livin' On Dreams"-Remix braucht ebenfalls kein Mensch; halbwegs zu überzeugen weiss lediglich das bis dato unveröffentlichte "Devil In Her Heart". Auch hier die Frage: Warum hat man nicht die 12"-Versionen von "Wild Frontier" und "Over The Hills And Far Away" (zu finden auf der CD-Fassung von "Wild Frontier") mit auf diesen Bonus-Silberling übernommen? Fazit: Eine gelungene Compilation mit kleinen Schönheitsfehlern, deren limitierte Variante allerdings nur die wenigsten brauchen dürften.



This CD thoroughly covers Gary Moore's best songs. This is a must own for hard rock fans and guitar fanatics. Gary's guitar playing is filled with passion and feeling; and it's been captured on this album. The Loner, Military Man, Parisiene Walkways, Still Got The Blues, and Still In Love With You are the best songs on this album. There isn't a bad song on this CD. Gary Moore is one of the top guitarists ever; and never gets the proper credit he deserves. If the media would push Gary in America the way the push Bruce Springsteen; Gary would be called the boss. This CD proves Moore is a man amongst boys in the world of rock.



From Gary's early days with Coliseum and Thin Lizzy, he has been a major guitar hero for many and his own emergence with G-Force in 1980, heralded the start of a series of excellent albums. This album is indeed an excellent representative collection of his songs and reflects the sheer power of the man; consider the almost Punklike power of "Out in the Fields" and compare it with the overtly Celtic strains of "Over the Hills and Far Away" and the almost melancholy haunting tones of "Parissienne Walkways". The diversity of the music, the inherent feeling with which it is played and the clarity of his playing technique all contribute to a musical experience which is quite superior. This album is indeed a tribute to both Gary and his work and as previously stated is a must for anyone who appreciates guitar playing of this calibre. Roll on the next collection Gary !!!!!!



Wenn heutzutage von Gary Moore die Rede ist, dann entweder wegen seiner Blues Alben oder ganz einfach weil er ein exzellenter Gitarrist ist! Die meisten vergessen dabei aber sehr schnell, daß er bereits durch seine Zeit bei Thin Lizzy zu internationalem Ruhm gelangte und später etliche Solo-Alben veröffentlichte, auf denen er erstklassigen melodischen Hardrock zelebrierte. Für genau diese Zielgruppe ist das Compilation Album Out In The Fields deshalb auch eine mehr als lohnende Anschaffung! Seine Herkunft spielt dabei eine tragende Rolle, denn er verarbeitet in vielen seiner Songs irisch folkloristische Melodien, wie z.B. in Over The Hills And Far Away, Wild Frontier oder dem mit Phil Lynott im Duett vorgetragenen Titelsong Out In The Fields. Die musikalische Bandbreite ist recht groß und reicht von echten Rockern (Run For Cover, Wishing Well, Friday On My Mind), bis hin zu wunderschönen Balladen (Empty Rooms, Parisienne Walkways, Still In Love With You). Eine limitierte Auflage von Out In The Fields erschien übrigens auch als Doppel CD. Auf der zusätzlichen Disc befinden sich elf (zumeist live aufgenommene) B-Seiten diverser Singles, wodurch diese Veröffentlichung auch echten Gary Moore Fans einiges zu bieten hat.

Frank Stöver - Amazon.de
 

 L y r i c s


 CD 1

OUT IN THE FIELDS

It doesn't matter
if you're wrong or if you're right.
It makes no difference
if you're black or if you're white.

All men are equal
till the victory is won.
No colour or religion
ever stopped the bullet from a gun.

Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more will die each day.
Death is just a heartbeat away.

It doesn't matter
if you're left or to the right.
Don't try to hide behind the cause
for what you fight.

There'll be no prisoners taken
when the day is done.
No flag or uniform
ever stopped the bullet from a gun.

Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more will die each day.
Death is just a heartbeat away.

There's no communication,
no one to take the blame.
The cries of every nation
have fallen on deaf ears again.

Out in the fields.
Out in the fields.
They are falling one by one.
Out in the fields.
No flag has ever stopped
the bullet from a gun.

Death is just a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields,
a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields.
Death is just a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields,
a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields.

In the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more will die each day.

OUT!


OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away


RUN FOR COVER

Run - run - run - run.

Run, you'd better find somewhere to run.
You think you’re foolin’ everybody,
but you're not foolin’ anyone.

Hide, you always need some place to hide.
But you can't hide from what's inside yourself,
you just can't face it.

Run, run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now.
You'd better find some other place to hide
the loneliness inside.

You'd better run,
run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now,
before it gets too late.

Run, you're gonna run right out of time.
You’ve let yourself fall way behind now
and all the years have passed you by.

Lies, I used to listen to your lies.
But now I've learned to read between the lines,
I've got your number.

Run, run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now.
You'd better find some other place to hide
the loneliness inside.

You'd better run,
run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now,
before it gets too late.

Yeah.

Run, run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now.
You'd better find some other place to hide
the loneliness inside.

You'd better run,
run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now.
You'd better find some other place to hide
what's eating you inside.

You'd better run,
run for cover now.
You'd better run for cover now.
Yeah.

Run for cover.
Run - run - run - run.
Run - run - run - run.
Run - run - run - run.
Yeah, yeah.


PARISIENNE WALKWAYS - Edit (Live)

I remember Paris 1949.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle,
and old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days.

Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside on corner cafes.
Ooh, I could write you paragraphs,
about my old Parisienne days.


EMPTY ROOMS

Loneliness is your only friend.
A broken heart that just won't mend
is the price you pay.

It's hard to take when love grows old.
The days are long and the nights turn cold
when it fades away.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

You see her face in every crowd.
You hear her voice, but you're still proud,
so you turn away.

You tell yourself that you'll be strong.
But your heart tells you,
this time you're wrong.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on (on and on).
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms (You hope that she will change her mind),
where we learn to live without love (but the days drift on an on).
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.


THE LONER

Instrumental.


MILITARY MAN

Mama take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's crying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a soldier.
Mama take a look in his eyes,
they're colder.

Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's dying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's fighting.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's frightened.

They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's a killer, yeah.

Mama take a look at your boy,
take a look at him now,
take a look at your boy.
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama.

Mama take a look at your boy,
obey the order.
Mama take a look at your boy,
like a lamb to slaughter.

They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.

One day I will write for you a lovesong, mother.
As the children say: "I love you", please hold me.
And you and I, we will live our life together.
Until that day when we die, I will love you, mother.
I will always love you.

I am writing from this war.
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them,
and tell them that I miss them.

See I'm frightened in the dark,
mama, mama.
The blood is ankle deep.
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's marching,
he's a soldier.

Oh mama, oh mama.
He's on the street.
He's marching to the backbeat.


AFTER THE WAR

So many came before you,
the prisoners of fate.
A history of bloodshed,
a legacy of hate.
But where will you be standing
when the battles have been won?
Inside your lonely fortress
the battles just begun.

After the war,
who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over.
After the fire
is burning to its dying embers.
After the war.

A letter from the draft board
put pain to all your dreams.
You're just another number
in military schemes.
They marched you in a uniform
you wore against your will.
With lies of hope and glory,
they taught you how to kill.

After the war,
who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over.
After the fire
is burning to its dying embers.

After the war,
you thought you'd be a hero,
after all that you survived.
If hell was meant for heroes,
then surely you’ve arrived.
Ah.

After the war,
after the war.

After the war,
who will you be fighting for?
After the war,
who will you be fighting for?
After the fire
is burning to its dying embers.
After the war.


COLD DAY IN HELL

So many times you tried to take the best of me.
So many times, now you're gonna take the rest of me.
Better look at what you're doing before it's too late.
It's a fine line you're treadin' between love and hate.
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm coming back to you.

So many times you tried to play a dead end game.
Yes, you did.
I tried to tell you, but you'd never wanna take the blame.
Now you've pushed me to the limit, and I can't take no more.
You'd better take one last look before I'm out the door.
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm coming back to you.

You never listened when I told you
that you were way out of line.
Too busy talkin' to listen,
accusing me of telling lies.

So many times you tried to get the best of me.
Yes, you did.
So many times, but now you're gonna take the rest of me.
Well, it's too late for sorry and it's too late for tears.
Better take one last look before I disappear.
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm coming back to you.

There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm coming back to you.
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm coming back to you.
Yeah!

(Gonna be a cold day in hell)
(Gonna be a cold day in hell)
(Gonna be a cold day in hell)
(Gonna be a cold day in hell)

(Gonna be a cold day in hell)
(Gonna be a cold day in hell)
(Gonna be a cold day in hell)
(It's gonna be a cold, cold day in hell)


WILD FRONTIER

I remember the old country
they call the emerald land.
And I remember my home town
before the wars began.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear them sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.

I remember my city streets
before the soldiers came.
Now armoured cars and barricades
remind us of our shame.

We are drowning in a sea of blood,
the victims you have seen.
Never more to sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.

Those are the days I will remember.
Those are the days I most recall.
We count the cost of those we lost
and pray it's not in vain.
The bitter tears of all those years.
I hope we live to see those days again.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear us sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

And I remember a friend of mine,
so sad now that he's gone.
They tell me I'll forget
as time goes on.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin'?).
Back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin?),
back to the wild frontier.

Those forty shades of green are calling me back home.

Ooh, we're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.
I'm goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.


STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU (1985 VERSION)

I think I'll fall to pieces
if I don't find somethin' else to do.
This sadness never ceases.
Woman, I'm still in love with you.

My head it keeps on reelin'.
It's got me in a crazy spin.
Ooh, darlin', darlin', darlin', darlin',
is this the end?
I'm still in love with you.

Some people say time has a way of healing,
and it can dry all the tears from your eyes.
Oh, but darlin' they don't tell you 'bout this empty feelin',
and I cannot disguise it.

After all that we've been through,
I try my best, but it's no use.
I will always keep on lovin' you,
is this the end?
I'm still in love with you.

And now that it's all over,
woman, there is somethin' I think you should know.
And maybe baby, you might think it over
just one more time before you go.

Call on me baby,
if there's anything I can do for you.
Call on me baby, baby,
help me see it through.
I'm still in love with you.


WISHING WELL

Take off your hat, kick off your shoes.
You know you ain't goin' anywhere.
Spend all your time singin' your blues.
You know you ain't goin' anywhere.

You've always been a good friend of mine,
but you always say farewell.
And the only time that you're satisfied,
is with your feet in the wishing well.
In the wishing well.
Hah.

Throw down your gun, you might shoot yourself.
Or is that what you're tryin' to do?
Put up a fight you believe to be right,
and one day the sun will shine through.

You've always got somethin' to hide.
Somethin' you just can't tell.
And the only time that you're satisfied,
is with your feet in the wishing well.
In the wishing well.

But I know what you're wishing for.
Love in a peaceful world.
Love in a peaceful world.
Love in a peaceful world.
Hm, hm-m-m-m.
Hah.

You've always been a good friend of mine,
but you always say farewell.
And the only time that you're satisfied,
is with your feet in the wishing well.

In the wishing well.
In the wishing well.
Everybody's got a dream
and they take it to the wishing well.
Everybody's got a dream, hah.
Wishing well.


FRIDAY ON MY MIND (7" Version)

Monday morning feels so bad.
Everybody seems to nag me.
Come on Tuesday I feel better.
Even my old man looks good, huh - huh.
Wednesday just don't go,
Thursday goes too slow.
But I've got Friday on my mind.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl, she's so pretty.
She looks fine tonight.
She is outa' sight to me.

Tonight, I'll paint it red.
Tonight, I'll lose my head.
Tonight, I've got to get tonight.
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Do the five day drag once more.
Know of nothing else that bugs me.
Now I'm working for the rich man, huh - huh.
But I'll change his tune one day.

Tonight I'll get mad,
tomorrow I'll be glad.
'Cause I've got Friday on my mind.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl, she's so pretty.
She looks fine tonight.
She is outa' sight to me.

Tonight, I'll paint it red.
Tonight, I'll lose my head.
Tonight, I've got to get tonight.
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Yeah.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl, she's so pretty.
Gonna have some fun.
Gonna have fun in the city.
I'm gonna have some fun.
Be with my girl she's so pretty.
Gonna have some fun.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Gonna have some fun, hoh - hoh.
Gonna have some fun.
Be with my girl she's so pretty.
Gonna have some fun
in the city tonight.
Gonna have fun in the city.
Gonna have some fun.


STILL GOT THE BLUES

Used to be so easy to give my heart away.
But I found out the hard way,
there's a price you have to pay.
I found out that love was no friend of mine.
I should have known time after time.

So long, it was so long ago,
but I've still got the blues for you.


Used to be so easy to fall in love again.
But I found out the hard way,
it's a road that leads to pain.
I found that love was more than just a game.
You're playin' to win, but you lose just the same.

So long, it was so long ago,
but I've still got the blues for you.

So many years since I've seen your face.
Here in my heart, there's an empty space
where you used to be.

So long, it was so long ago,
but I've still got the blues for you.

Though the days come and go,
there is one thing I know.
I've still got the blues for you.


READY FOR LOVE (Edit)

Hey baby, looking good to me.
Hey baby, I like what I see.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love. (Wooh)
What you say, we just forget the drill.
Full metal jacket, I'm shooting to kill.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.

Don't you know that it's cold outside.
Come on in, I'll keep you satisfied.
Just like that moon up above,
I'm out tonight and I'm ready for love.

I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love, hooh.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.
Aough!
Move over baby.

Hey baby, won't you tell me your sign.
What do you know, it's the same one as mine.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.
You hear me knockin', but you won't let me in.
Open the door honey, let the fun begin.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.

You say you will, then you say you won't.
Now you see it, now you don't.
Just like that moon up above,
It's out tonight and I'm ready for love.

I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.

Every day in the week,
I'm in a different city.
Every day in the week,
somebody tries to hold me down.

Your place or mine, honey?

Don't you know that it's cold outside.
Come on in, I'll keep you satisfied.
Just like that old moon up above,
I'm out tonight and I'm ready, ready, ready, ready.

(I'm out tonight and I'm ready for love.)
(I'm ready for love.)
(I'm out tonight and I'm ready for love.)
I'm ready for love.

Ready, I'm ready for love.
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love. Wooh!
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.
Just like that moon up above.

(Ready)
I'm ready for love.
(I'm getting ready)
I'm ready for love.
(Ready)
I'm getting ready for love.
(I'm getting ready)
Ooh, just like that moon up above.

(Ready)


CD 2


STOP MESSIN' AROUND (Acoustic Version)

Oh, baby please stop messin' around.
You're messin' around with my heart.
Oh, baby please stop messin' around.
You're messin' around with my heart, ah.
And if you don't stop messin' baby,
pretty soon we're gonna have to part.

Squeeze me baby till my face turn cherry red.
Roll me so hard, we're gonna fall right out of bed.
Please stop messin' around.
You're messin' around with my time.
And if you don't stop messin' baby,
you're gonna be someone elses baby, not mine, yeah.
Yeah.

Squeeze me baby till my face turn cherry red.
Roll me so hard, we're gonna fall right out of bed.
Please stop messin' around.
You're messin' around all the time.
And if you don't stop messin' sugar,
you're gonna be someone elses baby, not mine, yeah.
Wow.
Yeah.

Squeeze me baby till my face turn cherry red.
Roll me so hard, we're gonna fall right out of bed.
Please stop messin' around.
You're messin' around all the time, yeah.
If you don't stop messin' baby,
you're gonna be someone elses baby, not mine.
Woo.


OUT IN THE FIELDS

It doesn't matter
if you're wrong or if you're right.
It makes no difference
if you're black or if you're white.

All men are equal
till the victory is won.
No colour or religion
ever stopped the bullet from a gun.

Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more will die each day.
Death is just a heartbeat away.

It doesn't matter
if you're left or to the right.
Don't try to hide behind the cause
for what you fight.

There'll be no prisoners taken
when the day is done.
No flag or uniform
ever stopped the bullet from a gun.

Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more will die each day.
Death is just a heartbeat away.

There's no communication,
no one to take the blame.
The cries of every nation
have fallen on deaf ears again.

Out in the fields.
Out in the fields.
They are falling one by one.
Out in the fields.
No flag has ever stopped
the bullet from a gun.

Death is just a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields,
a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields.
Death is just a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields,
a heartbeat away.
Out in the fields.

In the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more will die each day.

OUT!


REACH FOR THE SKY

Sometimes it seems
that you've had more than enough.
As your life is going nowhere,
and you feel like giving up.
Sometimes you know
that you can't take anymore.
When things are getting harder
than they've ever been before.

Don't lose your heart when things go wrong.
You know what to do now.
Just turn your back and carry on, come on.

Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.
Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.

Sometimes it seems
like you've really lost your way.
When you're mind is full of doubt,
you've got nothing left to say.
You're going 'round in circles
like a man who's running blind.
But the world must keep on turning,
and it's leaving you behind.

Don't lose your heart when things go wrong.
You know what to do now.
You've got the strength to carry on, come on.

Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.
Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.

Reach for the sky.
Reach for the sky.
Reach for the it.

Don't lose your heart when things go wrong.
You know what to do now.
You've got the strength to carry on, come on.

Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.
Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.

Reach for the sky.
Come out with your hands up.
Reach for the sky.
Come out with your
hands up, hands up, hands up.

Reach for the sky.
Reach for the sky.
Reach for the sky.
Reach for the sky.


THE LONER

Instrumental.


ALL MESSED UP

Party's over, I can't drink no more.
My head is hurtin', I'm looking for the door,
but it's so hard to find, so hard to find.

Walk to my car on my hands and my knees.
Hand in my pocket, I'm looking for the keys,
but they're so hard to find.

Look at my son, he's no friend of mine.
Reach for my shades before I go blind.
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know.
All messed up and no place to go.

I'm seeing double, the whisky's to blame.
I'm having trouble remembering my name.
So hard to tell, it's so hard to tell.

Can't get no sleep with the quarrel and fight.
I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive,
so hard to tell.

Look at my son, he's no friend of mine.
Reach for my shades before I go blind.
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know.
All messed up with no place to go.

I can't believe it's really me in the mirror.
Feels like I'm falling off the rails,
looks like a hellhouse on my tail.

Look at my son, he's no friend of mine.
Reach for my shades before I go blind.
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know.
All messed up with no place to go.

All messed up with no place to go.
All messed up with no place to go.
All messed up with no place to go.

All messed up,
all messed up,
all messed up with no place to go.
All messed up with no place to go.


THUNDER RISING

They looked out from the fortress on the hill.
There came a single warrior returning from the kill.
The spoils of war hung from his horses mane.
The bloody heads of enemies that he had freshly slayed.

They saw the face, the eyes so sullen,
could only be the young Cúchulain.

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.

The son of Lugh MacEithleen knew no fear.
For just one blow at any foe to tell his end was near.
So many tried to mock this Celtic son.
They taunted and they teased him till
he slayed them one by one.

And so they came, and so they've fallen
at the hands of young Cúchulain.

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.

Long ago the legend has it,
how the mighty Ulster men
battled with the King Of Connacht,
fighting to the bitter end.
No one knew what foolish reason
caused this skirmish to begin.
Was it treachery or treason,
or just the idle threats of drunken men?

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Young men are dying,
the widows are crying.
Thunder rising early in the morning.


OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away


MILITARY MAN

Mama take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's crying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a soldier.
Mama take a look in his eyes,
they're colder.

Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's dying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's fighting.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's frightened.

They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's a killer, yeah.

Mama take a look at your boy,
take a look at him now,
take a look at your boy.
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama.

Mama take a look at your boy,
obey the order.
Mama take a look at your boy,
like a lamb to slaughter.

They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.

One day I will write for you a lovesong, mother.
As the children say: "I love you", please hold me.
And you and I, we will live our life together.
Until that day when we die, I will love you, mother.
I will always love you.

I am writing from this war.
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them,
and tell them that I miss them.

See I'm frightened in the dark,
mama, mama.
The blood is ankle deep.
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's marching,
he's a soldier.

Oh mama, oh mama.
He's on the street.
He's marching to the backbeat.


DEVIL IN HER HEART

Well, it's been said
that she's got a certain fascination.
But she's a one-way ticket
to a final destination.

She's comin' out to get you
with a love that will tear you apart.
She's comin' out to get you.
Well, you better watch out.

She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.

Well you can find yourself with her
in a sticky situation.
But she'd stab you in the back
without a moment's hesitation.

She's comin' out to get you
with a fear that will grip you inside.
She's comin' out to get you.
She could drive you to suicide.

She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.

She's comin' out to get you
with a love that will tear you apart.
She's comin' out to get you.
Well, you better watch out.

She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.

She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.


She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
She's got the devil in her heart.
Ah.


EMERALD

Down from the glen came the marchin' men
with their shields and their swords.
To fight the fight they believed to be right,
overthrow the overlords.

To the towns where there was plenty
they brought plunder, swords and flames.
When they left, the town was empty,
and the children would never play again.

From the graves I heard the fallen
above the battlecry.
By that bridge near the border,
there was many more to die.

And onward over the mountains,
and out towards the sea.
They come to flame the emeralds,
without it they could not leave.


LIVIN' ON DREAMS

We used to stand on the corner of the street,
watching the world go by.
Movin' on when the cops came along,
looking 'em in the eye.

Young guys with stars in their eyes,
trying to make ends meet.
Young guys with stars in their eyes,
dancin' to the beat.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.
Running wild.

(Holy show - show - show)

The Alley Cats on a Saturday night,
a rumble without a warning.
Woodbines and a bottle of wine,
and no school in the morning.

Hot stuff, we acted so tough,
we knew how to take a heed.
Paying the dues by singing the blues,
and dancin' to the beat.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.
Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Just like an ocean in motion,
sometimes you go too far.
Then just to drop in the ocean,
crash and burn like a shooting star.

Young guys with stars in their eyes,
just trying to make ends meet.
Young guys with stars in their eyes,
dancin' to, dancin' to the beat.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothin', nothin', nothing's what it seems.

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