My Favorite Song Lyrics

[Serge7]

"Dirty White Boy"
(M. Jones / L. Gramm)

Hey baby if you're feelin' down
I know what's good for you all day

Are you worried what your friends see?
Will it ruin your reputation lovin' me?

'Cause I'm a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy

Don't drive no big black car
Don't like no Hollywood movie star

You want me to be true to you
You don't give a damn what I do to you

I'm just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy

Well I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
A dirty white boy

I've been in trouble since I don't know when
I'm in trouble now and I know somehow I'll find trouble again

I'm a loner but I'm never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone

'Cause I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy

C'mon, c'mon boy
Dirty white boy, white boy
Dirty white boy, I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy

Hey I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, I'm a dirty white boy
(Dirty white boy) boy, dirty white boy, yeah

/Foreigner "Head Games" © 1979 Somerset Songs Publishing Inc. / Evansongs Ltd. (ASCAP)/

[Nabludatel']

Amefuri (Rainy Day)

[Serge7]

"Blue Morning, Blue Day"

(L. Gramm / M. Jones)

Out in the street, it's six am
Another sleepless night
Three cups of coffee but I can't clear my head
From what went down last night
No we won't have our own little ways
But somehow we keep it together
You hear me talk but you don't hear what I say
I guess it don't even matter

Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see what your love has done to me?

I've always listened to your point of view
My ways are cut through men
And I've always been a patient man
But my patience has reached its end
You tell me you're leaving, you tell me goodbye
You say you might send a letter
Well honey don't telephone, cause I won't be alone
I need someone to make me feel better

Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see what your love has done to me?

Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see what your love has done to me?

Blue morning, blue morning
Blue morning, blue morning
Blue morning, blue morning
Blue, blue, blue day, yeah

/Available on "The Very Best of Foreigner" /

[Serge7]

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Ну что... по- прежнему болеешь, жаль мне тебя тебя... ох жаль...

[*greyhorse*]

сегодня услышала песню, от которой щемит сердце..

Леонид Агутин - Летний дождь

По витринам улиц, по асфальтовым тропинкам
Прогремело небо фиолетовым дождем
И со стороны город стал как сумасшедший
Как один водой залитый дом

Это ли не то, что бывало со мной
Это летний дождь встал над миром стеной
Это ли не то, что бывает шутя
Просто летний дождь вспоминает тебя

Город выпускает беспощадно из трамвая
Нежное созданье - хризантему под зонтом
И она бежит не снимая босоножки
Под безумным солнечным дождем

Это ли не то, что бывало со мной
Это летний дождь встал над миром стеной
Это ли не то, что бывает шутя
Просто летний дождь вспоминает тебя

Просто летний дождь
Просто летний дождь

Оставляя дома блики солнца на рояле
Ветреную душу, словно нотную тетрадь
Выйти из кино и махнуть по этим лужам
И не думать ни о чем опять

Это ли не то, что бывало со мной
Это летний дождь встал над миром стеной
Это ли не то, что бывает шутя
Просто летний дождь вспоминает тебя

[Serge7]

А мне эта всегда щемила сердце тоже...:

"Urgent"


(M. Jones)

You're not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don't want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won't come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound

Got fire, in your veins
Burnin' hot, but you don't feel the pain
Your desire, is insane
You can't stop, until you do it again

But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
That maybe you're thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That's why you call me in the middle of the night

You say it's urgent, so urgent
So-oh-oh urgent...
Just you wait and see, how urgent
My love can be, it's urgent...

You play tricks, on my mind
You're everywhere, but you're so hard to find
You're not warm, or sentimental
You're so extreme, you can be so temperamental

But I'm not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, there's one thing in common that we both share
That's a need for for each other anytime, anywhere

It gets so urgent, so urgent
You know it's, urgent
I wanna tell you it's the same for me, ooh-oooh
So-oh-oh urgent...
Just you wait and see, how urgent
Our love can be, it's urgent...

You say it's urgent
Make it fast, make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent
Gotta rush, make it urgent...
Want it quick
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, emergency
So urgent

/Available on "The very best of FOREIGNER"/

[Птиц]

"I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth" (c)

[Alisa27]

ПЕСНЬ О ГАРСИА ЛОРКЕ, лирика - Н. Ассев, когда-то пел А. Градский...

Почему ж ты, Испания,
в небо смотрела,
когда Гарсиа Лорку
увели для расстрела?
Андалузия знала
и Валенсия знала,-
Что ж земля
под ногами убийц не стонала?!

Что ж вы руки скрестили
и губы вы сжали,
когда песню родную
на смерть провожали?!

Увели не к стене его,
не на площадь,-
увели, обманув,
к апельсиновой роще.

Шел он гордо,
срывая в пути апельсины
и бросая с размаху
в пруды и трясины;
те плоды
под луною
в воде золотели
и на дно не спускались,
и тонуть не хотели.

Будто с неба срывал
и кидал он планеты,-
так всегда перед смертью
поступают поэты.

Но пруды высыхали,
и плоды увядали,
и следы от походки его
пропадали.
А жандармы сидели,
лимонад попивая
и слова его песен
про себя напевая.

[Serge7]

Приблизительный set-list of the songs playd in Live Concert of Foreigner in San Diego 06/21/2005 (кликните на песенку любую из списка, чтоб послушать):

1. Feels Like the First Time
2. Cold As Ice
3. Long, Long Way From Home
4. Headknocker
5. Soul Doctor
6. Double Vision
7. Blue Morning, Blue Day
8. Dirty White Boy
9. Head Games
10. Girl on the Moon
11. Urgent
12. Waiting for a Girl Like You
13. Juke Box Hero
14. I Want to Know What Love Is
15. That Was Yesterday
16. Hot Blooded

[Alisa27]

ой, а это оказывается они поют Cold As Ice -у меня эта песня в голове одно время застрялa.