You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed
You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed
My black eye casts no shadow Your red eye sees nothing your slap don't stick Your kicks don't hit So we remain the same love sticks sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit
A kick to the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better then none
A kiss with a fist is better then none
I broke your jaw once before I spilled your blood upon the floor You broke my leg in return so sit back and watch the bed burn love sticks sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit
A kick to the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better then none
A kiss with a fist is better then none
You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed
You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed.
[Groupie:] "Oh my God, what a fabulous room! "Are all these your guitars?" [Film in background:] "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!" [Groupie:] "God, this place is bigger than our apartment." "Uh, could I get a drink of water?" [Film:] "Let me know when you are entering a room" Yes sir!" [Groupie:] "Ya want some? Huh?" [Film:] "Yes" [Groupie:] "Oh wow! Look at this tub!" "You wanna take a bath?" [Film:] "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for here main..." [Groupie:] "What're you watching?" [Film:] "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can....Mrs. Bancroft. Mrs. Bancroft..." [Groupie:] "Hello?" [Film:] "I don't understand..." [Groupie:] "Are you feeling ok?"
Day after day Love turns gray Like the skin on the dying man And night after night We pretend it's all right But I have grown older And you have grown colder And nothing is very much fun, anymore And I can feel One of all my turns coming on I feel Cold as a razor blade Tight as a tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom In the suitcase on the left You'll find my favorite axe Don't look so frightened This is just a passing phase One of my bad days Would you like to watch TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would ya? Would you like to see me try? Ohh, No...
Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away?
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ’round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin’ in the snow And I turned ’round and there you go And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
Look at me, look at me hands in the air like it's good to be ALIVE and I'm a famous rapper even when the paths're all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone
Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be ALIVE In such a small world All curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business And I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone I can split the atoms of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule
Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let'em all die in exasperation Have'em all healed of their lacerations Have'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite and I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope and I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handle bars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars.
Το τραγούδι αυτό περιγράφει τους διαφορετικούς τύπους γύναικων στις σχέσεις που έκανε ο τραγουδιστής ξεκινώντας από την ηλικία των 17. Στο τέλος καθώς έχει μεγαλώσει, σκέφτεται ότι η ζωή του είναι γλυκειά και φωτεινή σαν παλιό κρασί. Το 1966 το τραγούδησε και ο Frank Sinatra κερδίζοντας το Grammy καλύτερης εκτέλεσης.
(Ervin Drake) When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five It was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means We'd ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of the year And now I think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year
To "One of These Days" είναι μια Instrumental σύνθεση των Pink Floyd όπου στην αρχή μετά τον ήχο ανέμου εναλλάσσονται δύο μπάσες κιθάρες. Η πρώτη του David Gilmour, που κατά δήλωση του ιδίου στο περιοδικό Guitar World ακούγεται πολύ νωθρή (οι χορδές ήταν παλιές και ο roadie που έστειλαν να φέρει καινούργιες χάθηκε ψάχνοντας την φιλενάδα του) σε σχέση με αυτήν του Roger Waters πού μπαίνει αμέσως μετά. Χαρακτηριστικό του κομματιού είναι η παραμορφωμένη απειλητική φωνή του Nick Mason : "One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces" που στρέφεται ενάντια στον Sir Jimmy Young, DJ του BBC.
Αυτή η εισαγωγή επηρέασε τον Brian Eno στο "Third Uncle" που με τις παράφρονες Punk-Heavy Metal κιθάρες και τα βαβουριάρικα τύμπανα έκανε ένα αγριεμένο και γεμάτο μούρλια κομμάτι.
I walked along the avenue. I never thought I'd meet a girl like you; Meet a girl like you. With auburn hair and tawny eyes; The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through; Hypnotize me through.
And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away.
A cloud appears above your head; A beam of light comes shining down on you, Shining down on you. The cloud is moving nearer still. Aurora Borealis comes in view; Aurora comes in view.
And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away.
Reached out a hand to touch your face; You're slowly disappearing from my view; Disappearing from my view. Reached out a hand to try again; I'm floating in a beam of light with you; A beam of light with you.
And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I couldn't get away. (Το αφιερώνω στον Παναγιώτη τον 267)
