| I'm just a Rock 'n Roll Singer | |
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| Groovin' Stone | Closed Curtains |
| music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton | music: Peter Hecht / Fendt / words: John Lawton |
| gone, holdin' onto no chains | I've played the part of a travelling man |
| leavin', feelin' no more bad pains | acting my part from the very first line |
| feel like a-groovin' and I never see the light | but now I see, there's been a big change in me |
| goin' to the break of day | from today I know that the curtains are closed |
| just tryin' to put things right | . |
| . | I've read the stories of brotherhood |
| livin' for the parties and the fun I might have had | been around the world more than one time |
| smilin' for the people and drinkin' with the band | but now I see, there's been a big change in me |
| . | but today I know that the curtains are closed |
| free, got no time for thinkin' | . |
| leavin', got no time for relaxin' | * oh feeling alright my wandering days are through |
| . | I've had enough but I hang around |
| looks like another rising rainbow | . |
| writing songs for the next show | ** oh we're getting uptight I know just what to do |
| . | my time has time has come for getting on |
| * are you ready to go back | yes, got to settle down |
| to the days of feelin' sad | . |
| * repeat | * repeat |
| . | ** repeat |
| waitin' for the next stop, oh yeah | drunk from the cup of Satan's blood |
| . | worked 'til my hands could take no more |
| ** when that day comes | up in the clouds, for the whole world to see |
| there'll be no more time for regrettin' | but today I know that the curtains are closed |
| watch the hands on the clock turn around | . |
| there's no stoppin' | looked over hills 'til my eyes got weak |
| . | sang 'til my song began to tire |
| + na na na na na na na na | but now I see, there's been a big change in me |
| na na na na na na na na | and today I know that the curtains are closed |
| who am I now | * repeat |
| what am I | ** repeat |
| na na na na na na na na - na na na na na na na na | . |
| who am I now | Blind Freedom |
| free, got no time for thinkin' | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
| livin', got no time for relaxin' | . |
| .. | try just a little harder |
| wait 'til tomorrow | and you will see |
| and then I'll push it through | that your life will get stronger |
| wait 'til it breaks me | . |
| and then I'll start anew | * just one touch from the hand of magic |
| . | freedom lies over the hill |
| folks said I was no good | drinkin' his wine biding his time |
| didn't have no room to fly | . |
| papa used to beat me | ** we've got a lot to be grateful for |
| didn't stop to wonder why | we've got a chance |
| . | let the love light open your door |
| gone, holdin' onto no chains | just too much |
| leavin', feelin' no more bad pains | the cries of a hungry child |
| feels like another rising rainbow | sound of love heart out of time |
| and the groovin' slides my backbone | breaking his mind glad he ain't mine |
| .. | . |
| * repeat 2 times | see the sun in the early dawn flying high |
| . | thinkin' of better times |
| Born on the Run | and dreamin' of life yet to come |
| music: Dieter Horns / words: John Lawton | tomorrow's the next day in your life |
| .. | . |
| run through the night | bless your heart, we've spent a lot of time |
| though the shadows are chasing | drinkin' wine, yeah, floatin' by |
| rain and the wind beat my face as I go | drink yourself, we're goin' to need some time |
| . | to change the light of day into tomorrow's night |
| keep movin' on my first time and I'm drownin' | . |
| so hard to run I got no place to go | so what should you listen to |
| frightened to turn don't know what's behind me | . |
| fear of the doubt keeps my head running wild | run, let freedom show you the way |
| .. | wings that can fly |
| keep movin' on through the night that surrounds me | will bring you a better day |
| so hard to run just a nobody town | * repeat |
| * questions I've asked all the answers the same |
** repeat and fade |
| nobody seems to know why | . |
| raised so wild I'm too hard to tame | Lonely City Days |
| . | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
| keep movin' on | . |
| maybe someone will die | time after time |
| brought up in the dirt never heard of good livin' | the day breaks on the city |
| folks died young preacher told me so | I got a lot of things to do |
| . | . |
| life is to take never heard of givin', no | gotta see my girl in this great big lonely city |
| born on the run I got no place to go | we got a lot of things to do |
| * repeat 2 times | children play on the streets down below in the rain |
| .. | no one cares |
| Rock 'n Roll Singer | . |
| music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton | old man sits on the step of the city bank, alone |
| .. | people rich, people poor |
| just a rock and roll singer | no one cares what the other one thinks |
| movin' every night tryin' to keep my music alive | . |
| I'm a rock and roll bringer | * no one does, it's true |
| taking to the road | no news, no news |
| too old to stop and take a dive - yeah | ahhhhh |
| . | . |
| * one day I'm gonna make it | the day strikes on this rumbling roaring city |
| still young enough to take it | the fog and smog protect my view |
| rockin' ain't easy, oh yeah | ain't seen my girl, I know she must be busy |
| my hair's gettin' greasy | the telephone rings through |
| my voice is gettin' wheezy, oh yeah | . |
| but I'm all go | but I shop on the streets down below in the rain |
| . | no one cares |
| ** na na na na na na na - rock and rollin' | . |
| na na na na naa na na - rock and rollin' | evenin' breaks and the lights of the city can shine through |
| .. | old man, little girl |
| just a rock and roll singer | no one cares what the other one thinks |
| ten years on the road | * repeat |
| no time to stop and take a break | . |
| my group is a real humdinger | lonely city days |
| sweatin' every night 'til my back begins to ache | I got a lot of things to do |
| * repeat | yeah |
| ** repeat | . |
| huh, y'all shake your money-maker, yeah | children play evenin' breaks |
| take your blue suede shoes off and sing | bad news, bad news |
| . | mother's son on the street down below |
| hey hey hey hey yeah - hey hey hey hey yeah | old man, little girl |
| hoo na na na na na na na na | singin' |
| hoo na na na na na na na na | the hard times |
| hoo na na na na na na na na | the hard times |
| rock and roll again | the hard times |
| .. | . |
| get myself in trouble | Song For Louie |
| burst that teeny gum bubble | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
| smokin', I got no chance | . |
| headin' for the next town - oh yeah | wings of time |
| shaking everybody's hand but I'm all go | play the smiles of only you, my love |
| ** repeat to end | for the teardrops were falling |
| .. | from a sad sad song |
| Mary's Breakdown | with you |
| music: Dieter Horns / words: John Lawton | . |
| .. | and I've got a book filled with daydreams |
| little Mary sit and drawin' | written in lonely rhymes |
| funny pictures on the wall | but the rhymes, they get harder |
| and thinkin' how good it used to be | without you |
| . | . |
| mother couldn't help her - her father didn't care | though the autumn wind blows cold |
| what became of Mary he didn't see | and my song is new |
| * the note lay on the table | only you |
| the troubled things it said | . |
| I'm leavin' because there was no doubt | maybe someday, somewhere |
| . | you'll be listening to the magic |
| ** it's been the same old story | of the dreams that were born |
| since little Mary's birth | in an old-fashioned song |
| trouble and you leave it's still the same | for understanding |
| what if you're the one to blame | and words that I penned in |
| .. | . |
| little Mary sit and cryin' | * throwing the blinds when the sun comes up |
| her funny pictures fell | that room is bare |
| not old enough to know the reason why | trying to put out the light of candle |
| photo's smile frankly but still it's not the same | trying so hard |
| the toys and games of someone else's child | though it's dark |
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| maybe they'll come tomorrow | I've tried so hard to forget |
| go home to make their own | the smiles of you my love |
| the wishin' and hopin' never dies | but the tears, but the tears |
| . | keep on falling from a sad sad song |
| little Mary's world lies shattered on the ground | . |
| and I've got a book filled with daydreams | |
| sorrow and despair lies all around | you wrote in happy times |
| no one hears that weeping sound | but the times they get harder |
| . | without you |
| + maybe they'll come tomorrow | . |
| maybe they'll come today | though the summer wind blows warm |
| little heart is waiting, waiting for the break | you'll have heard my song of magic, oh |
| . | in a dream that went wrong |
| sister says don't worry she smiles a friendly smile | in an old-fashioned song |
| but baby, pumpkins splatter they're going to let you die | for understanding |
| . | and words that I penned in |
| now Mary's world is over | . |
| broken heart, the doctor says | * repeat |
| there's nothing more that he can do for her | .. |
| a little life is ended the worries are all gone | . |
| memory of Mary lingers there | . |
| * repeat | . |
| ** repeat | .. |
| slowly little Mary dies | . |
| .+ repeat | . |
| sister says don't worry she smiles a friendly smile | . |
| Mary's pumpkin splatters - they're gonna let her die | . |
| Last update : 30 January, 2025 |
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