Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody's ever taught you how to live on the street And now you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel How does it feel Ham on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
The screen door slams Mary's dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero That's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back If you're ready to take that long walk >From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride it ain't free And I know you're lonely For words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It's a town full of losers And I'm pulling out of here to win.
I love you so much, can't count all the ways I've died for you girl and all they can say is "He's not your kind" They never get tired of putting me down And I'll never know when I come around What I'm gonna find Don't let them make up your mind. Don't you know...
Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon, you'll need a man
I've been misunderstood for all of my life But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife "The boy's no good" Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure Surely would Baby I've done all I could Now it's up to you...
Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon, you'll need a man
Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon but soon, you'll need a man
- Álbum: "Just for You"
* Ficou famosa a versão do Urge Overkill na trilha sonora de "Pulp Fiction", do Quentin Tarantino.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river. You can hear the boats go by, You can spend the night beside her. And you know she's half crazy, But that's why you want to be there. And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way fromChina. And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to giveher, Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover.
And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind, And you know she will trust you, For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
Now Jesus was a sailor, when he walked opon the water And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. And when he knew for certain, only drownding men could see him, He said: "All men shall be sailors then, until the sea shall freethem." But he himself was broken Long before the skys would open, Foresaken, almost human, He sank beneath your wisdom, like a stone
And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river. She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters. And the sun pours down like honey on our Lady of the Harbor. And she shows you where to look, among the garbage and theflowers. There are heros in the seaweed, There are children in the morning, They are leaning out for love, They will lean that way forever, While Suzanne holds the mirror.
And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind, And you know you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
- Esta é uma apresentação do Creedence Clearwater Revisited. Reunião dos ex-integrantes da banda Stu Cook e Doug Clifford.
(John Fogerty)
Put a candle in the window, 'cause I feel I've got to move. Though I'm going, going, I'll be coming home soon, 'Long as I can see the light. Pack my bag and let's get moving, 'cause I'm bound to drift a while. When I'm gone, gone, you don't have to worry long, 'Long as I can see the light.
Guess I've got that old trav'lin' bone, 'cause this feeling won't leave me alone. But I won't, won't be losing my way, no, no 'Long as I can see the light.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, Yeah!
Put a candle in the window, 'cause I feel I've got to move. Though I'm going, going, I'll be coming home soon,
Long as I can see the light. Long as I can see the light. Long as I can see the light. Long as I can see the light. Long as I can see the light.
- Álbum "Cosmo's Factory"
* Está na trilha sonora do filme "Intrigas de Estado"
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died along, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World
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