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Phil Vassar




Альбом Phil Vassar


Shaken Not Stirred (28.09.2004)
28.09.2004
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I work my job all the way to the weekend
Call all my buddies, ask where you been
Let's get together somewhere, seven o'clock
Wanna pop a top, pop a top
Wann go, wanna roll, wanna rock it

Hey, hey let's make some good ole days
Hey, hey let's make some good ole days
That's right,
Let's make some good ole days tonight

Hey, baby, what's the chance you dancing with me?
Been watching you all night
Like what I see
That big old moon is shining down from above
You know it's stirring up magic stuff
This could be the night we fall in love

Chorus

Ice cold, wild free
Night's young for you and me
Let's do something that we'd never dare
Something we'll be talking about in our rockin chair

Hey, hey let's make some good ole days

. . .


(Phil Vassar/Craig Wiseman)

Well, I was 18, makin' minimum wage,
With a Letterman jacket and a Chevrolet.
I thought I was cool, yeah, I ruled the school.
You were Coolatta with the strawberry lips,
You had the whole world danglin' at your fingertips.
Your senior year, an' I was your daddy's worst fear.
We ran off on graduation night.
Thought a couple of left-hand rings would make everything all right.

With a little bit a-live, little bit a-learn,
Little bit a-watchin' a few more candles burn,
And findin' out what life was.
Ooh, with a little bit a-fuss, little bit a-fight,
Little bit a-kiss and makin' up all night,
An' one day wakin' up, oh, in a real love.
Yes, that's right.

Well, I was 22, workin' double overtime.
I was spendin' dollars an' makin' dimes.
We were overdrawn an' barely hangin' on.
An' then one night you came to me,
With tears in your eyes and the EPT and said:
"Guess what? Yeah, baby ready or not."
Well, I just smiled but I was scared to death:
How am I gonna' have a kid when I'm only a kid myself.

With a little bit a-live, little bit a-learn,
Little bit a-watchin' a few more candles burn,
And findin' out what life was.
Ooh, with a little bit a-fuss, little bit a-fight,
Little bit a-kiss and makin' up all night,
An' one day, wakin' up, oh, in a real love.
Whoa, in a real love.
Yeah, it's a real love.

Mmmm, with a little bit a-live, little bit a-learn,
Little bit a-watchin' a few more candles burn,
And findin' out what life was.
Mmm, with a little bit a-fuss, little bit a-fight,
Little bit a-kiss and makin' up all night,
An' one day, wakin' up, oh, in a real love.
Yeah, baby, it's a real love.
Yeah, it's a real love, baby.
Whoa, it's a real, real, real, real, real, real, real love.
Yeah, that's right.

. . .



All the girls at the office win every year
They come back with secrets and cheap souvenirs
They beg her to go
They say you don't know what you're missing
But her boyfriend, Bobby, was a class A jerk
Never let her go nowhere, treated her like dirt

But this time they convinced her
She didn't need permission
But as soon as that plane got up in the air
They all raised their glasses and made her swear

What happens in Vegas is just between us
Ain't nobody's business what anyone does
You can let down your hair, be as wild as you dare
Go crazy, do something outrageous
But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

They were all flying high when they got off the plane
Went straight to their rooms and everyone changed
Looked so different from work
Wearing short skirts and flirtin with strangers
She felt like Cinderella, she was having a ball

Met a doctor from Dallas
They laughed and they talked
Then a voice in her ear whispered
"Bobby ain't here"
And there ain't no ring on your finger
Remember...

Chorus

There was one empty seat coming home on that plane
Bobby was waiting at the baggage claim
He said "Where the hell is she?"
But all they would say...


. . .



You like a dozen wine red roses
Candle lights on porcelain set tables
And that's fine
Well, I'll go out of my way for you anytime, that's right

The fire's warm so you take off your sweater
Now it's my turn and I'll do you one better
That's the game we both like to play

You wink, I laugh 'cause we know
A little hug leads to a foot rub
Then a hot tub
Then a French kiss on a bear rug
Do you like it
Do you like it
How about this
Wanna try it?
Oh, oh, oh
I'll take that as a yes

You like snugglin' with your pillow
With my arms tight holdin' us together
Breathin' deep
Driftin' like a feather in a stream

Then I touch you on your shoulder
Feel your skin soft underneath my fingers
And I know we'll never get to sleep

You wink, I laugh 'cause we know
A little hug leads to a foot rub
Then a hot tub
Then a french kiss on a bear rug
Do you like it
Do you like it
How about this
Wanna try it?
Oh, oh, oh
I'll take that as a yes

It's written all over your face
There's no mistake, no guess, no doubt
No beatin' around the bush
Baby it's understood

You wink, I laugh 'cause we know
A little hug leads to a foot rub
Then a hot tub
Then a French kiss on a bear rug
Do you like it
Do you like it
How about this
Wanna try it?
Oh, oh, oh
I'll take that as a yes

I'll take that as a yes

I'll take that as a yes
Cuz we know
That a little hug leads to a foot rub hot tub bear rug

I like it

. . .



Bad move, baby I let you in
You're a tattoo under my skin
And I can't wash it off
It's a permanent mark

I try to let it go, I try to chill
But still I feel I'm under your spell
Oh why the hell can't I just move on?
Your memory stays with me
I can't escape, I'm running in place
I can't erase you

My mind won't let you just disappear
And I can't find any way out of here
Cause you're stuck in my brain
And it's a miserable pain

Chorus

Bridge
I'd give anything to be free from you and me
Me and you what can I do?
Oh what can I do?


. . .



Joe's drinkin Tequila Sunrise
Kati's sippin Sex On the Beach
Maria loves those blue margaritas
She likes em garnished with peach

I dig these dirty martinis
I like em shaken not stirred
I come here every evening
Just to take my mind off of her

Whoa, whoa, whoa we're all in this together
Whoa, whoa, whoa on more round of regret
And I, I, I guess I'll have another and another
Memory vacation
We're all just here to forget

Joe's wife had wandering eyes
She left him for some young guy at work
Kate and Maria same story
They fell in love with some jerk

Me, I was prideful and foolish
And I just pushed her away
I guess we all have our reasons
For being here today

Chorus

After carefully drinking I've reached this conclusion
We've all got problems to face
But it ain't happening today
No, not today I said

Chorus

Commiseration vacation

. . .



Not a worry in the world
Crazy boy and pretty girl
Man, life was simple then
Nothin that we had to do
And no one to answer to
Til reality stepped in

We're growing up
We've changed so much

I miss the innocence
The way it used to be
The way that we outran the world
Til it caught you and me
I miss the way it was
The way we used to laugh
The way it felt to fall in love
When dreams were all we had
Days like this, I miss the innocence

Another morning, here I am
Between a deadline and traffic jam
Cursing all the signs
We didn't talk before I left
We're always busy doing something else
And lately that's been on my mind

We're always rushed
There's no time for us


. . .



I took a drive today
Saw an old willow tree
I thought about a bedroom window
Thought about you and me
Yeah, talk about an endless summer
I'm still living it now
Burning in the heat of midnight
I'll never forget how

You would whisper
Pull me to ya
Softly kiss me and
Hallelujah
I told you that I loved you
And watched the tears fall down your face
Your sweet face
Back in the days when
You were amazing grace

Your daddy was a deacon at the church
I wasn't fooling him
He knew every book, chapter and verse
Of a young man's sins
But what about those nights I was just down the hall
Holdin on to heaven
Praying that we wouldn't get caught so

Chorus

Oh how sweet the sound when...

. . .



If I said I'd be fine on my own, oh no
It wouldn't be true
I'd be half the man that I am, oh nobody knows me like you
So many troubles in this crazy, crazy world
And sometimes it's just too much
But without a word, out of nowhere you come
To heal me with your touch
I feel your love in all I do, oh nobody knows me like you
Years come and go by
Baby we'll laugh and we'll cry
But we'll take on this life in style
You melt me with your smile

So many worries in this crazy, crazy world
And sometimes it's just too much
Without a word, out of nowhere you come
And heal me with your touch
So turn down the lights, do what you do, oh nobody knows me like you

. . .



We were eighteen and nineteen
And paired off on Saturday nights
Down in the basement, big killer stereo
Dimmer switch on the lights

Jane was a dancer, Paul was a drummer
Christine was a doctor to be
Life stretched out before us like one endless summer
And that brings us to me
I was the gypsy

We sang as we stood at the gate
We were ready to take the world on
Four young soldiers of fate
Couldn't wait to go right every wrong
Wearing our passion, our hopes
Out t-shirts and jeans
Dancin with dreams

Ten years ago May we all drank to the future
And all went out separate ways
I packed up to go with my clothes and piano
And music and something to say

I hear Paul owns a drum shop
Jane teaches ballet
And Christine's an ob-gyn
I'm writing songs that I sing in a cafe
And sometimes I write about them
I miss my friends

Chorus

Before reality threw up the roadblocks
And nothin was out of our reach
Time flowed smooth as a waltz, so it seemed
We were dancin with dreams


. . .



So much for finishing what we started
But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted
I've had enough, I'll sleep you off
Your memory ain't so tough
Right now I'm hurtin
But one thing's for certain you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn

Who cares if this means starting over?
Tonight I swear I'm gonna shrug you off my shoulders
We made mistakes, hey that's the breaks
But now for heaven's sakes
Now don't worry about me
I'll be fine and you'll be

Chorus

I'll be out of my misery
You'll be ancient history
And I'll be on my feet again
Yeah, I'll be on my feet again


. . .



So many choices in my life these days
So much confusion, so many shades of gray
That sometimes I don't know
My left from my right
But I've got these old black and whites

Well, I'm every color that you can paint
A father, a lover, a mother, a sinner and a saint
From Sunday morning, to Saturday night
I've got these old black and whites

Under the spotlight or all alone at midnight
I know I'm right where I belong
It always unwinds me, it finds me then reminds me
That life is as simple as a song

Lovers, they come and surely they go
They fly you so high, say hello, say goodbye
And they leave you low
But that's all right here in these songs that I write
Right here on these old black and whites

So roll over Beethoven
Cause ol' Phil could use some room
I may be out of time and may be out of tune
But you know how it feels to pour out your life
Right here on these old black and whites

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