1. Catcher in the rye.
Four years old and running free by the creek on the Five Mile Road, somewhere carefree days turned into a heavy load. I was the catcher on the diamond till I became the catcher in the rye, I never could get into what I caught.
2. Save me.
I wish I could go back to my river home where I was born but I’m stranded north in a New York jail and it’s a long, long way to Macon. Save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life, save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life.
I wish I’d never come up to Buffalo and done what I done, ‘cause I stabbed that man the State awarded me an execution, I took his life, they took my knife, it’s nearly over and done, at the break of day they gonna take me away, got to pay back what I’ve taken. Save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life, save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life.
3. Say no more.
You said when I was older I’d find the secret you were saving until the time, when I was a man and I could finally understand, well the time has come and gone, the time was yesterday, I noticed as it came and went, you had nothing to say, and I never could persuade you to say it. Say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me.
What with growing and dust-bowls, and bread lines and the rest, your chances were slim and none and I know you did your best, and then you fought, I can still see what it cost you, after your struggles and on your way home you learned to fight a new way, I can’t say that it was wrong but for damage done we give a prize, you end up in the song, you have my love for loving me and my pity ‘cause it’s earned. Say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me.
Someday when you’re younger I hope you look to find a secret I discovered while you were blind, few fighters are winners in terms of peace of mind. Say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me, say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me, say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me.
4. In the aftermath.
Sitting in the fallen leaves, watching more come down, looking now and then at the sky, her face never loses a frown, for a moment her thoughts drift far away to all the lovers that she had who couldn’t stay, and it’s cold in the aftermath.
Thinking ‘bout a special love, a boy named Bill who disappeared, he said they’d marry soon, so she gave him all she had to give, and he left her, he didn’t even call to tell that he didn’t need her love at all, and it’s cold, in the aftermath.
So in the aftermath of love she finds, finds herself alone, like all the other times, there’s no one there to share the feelings with, it’s been like this so many times before, she’s all lone.
Sitting in the fallen leaves, watching more come down, looking now and then at the sky, her face never loses a frown, for a moment her thoughts drift far away to all the lovers that she had who couldn’t stay, and it’s cold in the aftermath.
5. I cry mercy.
She rises in the morning light and goes to bed at night alone, there aren’t too many laughs inside her week of days, but she gets up every Sunday morning, goes to church and she’s reborn, Sunday noon she steps into the sun, and on her Sunday afternoon she’s happy saying it’s too soon to compromise the lady she should be, I cry mercy, I’m not asking you to throw respect away, I cry mercy, won’t you meet me half-way.
Sunday only lasts a day, Monday comes and mercy fades to find the fear that keeps her more than far away, when I can I always come but we can’t be alone too long, mercy says she has to save her name, she’s holding on to Sunday noon and saying it’s too soon to compromise the lady she should be, I cry mercy, I’m not asking you to throw respect away, I cry mercy, won’t you meet half-way.
Between the place you think you ought to be and where I stand there’s love to be had, if you’ll try to see that you could meet me there. Between the place you think you ought to be and where I stand there’s love to be had, if you’ll try to see that you could meet me there, I cry mercy, I’m not asking you to throw respect away, I cry mercy, won’t you meet half-way...
6. The man he was.
Sitting near the aisle prepared for moments, moments when we change, as we pray we think about his living, how he made his name, have we all been wise enough to be the man he was, as every organ sounds with music playing, every living day we ask ourselves, was he a bitter man, have we all been wise enough to be the man he was.
The moment of our truth may often greet us, greet us with despair, do we really need to know the answer, would he really care, have we all been wise enough to be the man he was.
7. Mighty good time.
I want a sweet young thing that’s good to me and some rock and roll music to set us free, and a real good feeling to help it along with a whole lotta people who feel they belong, if it goes just right, now it could go all night. Sounds like a mighty good time, I want it every day, sounds like a mighty good time, everything’s just that way, just that way.
Now I know rock and roll ain’t the way for some but it ain’t what you do, it’s the way how it’s done, now you can find yourself some paradise and when your time is feeling good, you know that’s right. I believe it sounds like a mighty good time, I want it every day, sounds like a mighty good time, everything’s just that way, just that way, if it goes just right, it could go all night.
8. Memories of the future.
Sometimes I feel so confused I have to slip away from the source of my worry, sometimes I feel so abused I have to call it a day, get away in a hurry, dreaming may be my downfall but I swear times I see ahead seem like the best of all, when my everyday problems get a hold on me I let my memories of the future take my thoughts away.
And I know that I’m wrong to expect better things ahead when they ain’t come yet.
9. On blind faith alone.
I was feeling down and confused, too much at home with my native blues, I lifted up my eyes to the Lord above and asked him for salvation here below, he sent a savior to my defense, a southern girl bred in Memphis, she’d taken on the world when she left her home, and on blind faith alone she pulled me through. Hey, I’m wondering why, hey, I’m wondering why, why.
On blind faith alone, with no questions asked, on blind faith alone, without a promise passed, she took me in and gave me everything I ever wanted, thing I ever needed, everything that love could buy, and I stood there in her lovelight saying, hey, I’m wondering why, hey, I’m wondering why, why, why.
Why did you take me in and mend my wounds, and give me a roof for my head, why did you treat me as Mary would have, why did you provide me with bread, till I die I’ll still be saying, hey, I’m wondering why, hey, I’m wondering why, why, why…
10. Can’t go back.
It’s another world and kindly removed from the one we find ourselves in, the paths we have followed have carried us far from the common ground we shared as friends, though we talk, it’s an uneasy laughter that falls, the life you remember is something best left within. You can’t go back, all you will find is the fool that you’ve been, you can’t go back, to patch up a failure or cover a sin.
There’s a heart broken stranger that I used to know and it’s long after her fall, she can’t think of nothing but yesterdays, there were people who took her and then took off, if that’s where she is, it’s what she deserves, she clings to her sorrow but it doesn’t serve her at all. You can’t go back, all you will find is the fool that you’ve been, you can’t go back, to patch up a failure or cover a sin.
I don’t think in years that are numbered and I don’t dwell with my memories, I won’t wait for tomorrow to laugh ‘cause these are the good old days. You can’t go back, all you will find is the fool that you’ve been, you can’t go back, to patch up a failure or cover a sin.
11. So long.
There was a time when loving each other made sense and we were strong but that was before you changed your mind, and gave up hope, now you’re gone, what can I say but so long.
You lost faith in me, you found out you couldn’t wait for me, you had to move on, if you didn’t think I was the best you could do, go home, what else can I bear to say but so long.
At times I wonder if you were right or wrong to leave me, I think about it when I’m alone at night, trying to fall asleep. I guess my mind is right, it tells me that the time is right for me to live on like nothing happened to me at all, so you’re gone, what else can I say to you but so long.
Four years old and running free by the creek on the Five Mile Road, somewhere carefree days turned into a heavy load. I was the catcher on the diamond till I became the catcher in the rye, I never could get into what I caught.
2. Save me.
I wish I could go back to my river home where I was born but I’m stranded north in a New York jail and it’s a long, long way to Macon. Save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life, save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life.
I wish I’d never come up to Buffalo and done what I done, ‘cause I stabbed that man the State awarded me an execution, I took his life, they took my knife, it’s nearly over and done, at the break of day they gonna take me away, got to pay back what I’ve taken. Save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life, save me, don’t let me die, save me, please spare my life.
3. Say no more.
You said when I was older I’d find the secret you were saving until the time, when I was a man and I could finally understand, well the time has come and gone, the time was yesterday, I noticed as it came and went, you had nothing to say, and I never could persuade you to say it. Say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me.
What with growing and dust-bowls, and bread lines and the rest, your chances were slim and none and I know you did your best, and then you fought, I can still see what it cost you, after your struggles and on your way home you learned to fight a new way, I can’t say that it was wrong but for damage done we give a prize, you end up in the song, you have my love for loving me and my pity ‘cause it’s earned. Say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me.
Someday when you’re younger I hope you look to find a secret I discovered while you were blind, few fighters are winners in terms of peace of mind. Say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me, say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me, say no more, I can hear you and I know you have not been pleased, say no more, I can see you, that’s always been the loudest sound to me.
4. In the aftermath.
Sitting in the fallen leaves, watching more come down, looking now and then at the sky, her face never loses a frown, for a moment her thoughts drift far away to all the lovers that she had who couldn’t stay, and it’s cold in the aftermath.
Thinking ‘bout a special love, a boy named Bill who disappeared, he said they’d marry soon, so she gave him all she had to give, and he left her, he didn’t even call to tell that he didn’t need her love at all, and it’s cold, in the aftermath.
So in the aftermath of love she finds, finds herself alone, like all the other times, there’s no one there to share the feelings with, it’s been like this so many times before, she’s all lone.
Sitting in the fallen leaves, watching more come down, looking now and then at the sky, her face never loses a frown, for a moment her thoughts drift far away to all the lovers that she had who couldn’t stay, and it’s cold in the aftermath.
5. I cry mercy.
She rises in the morning light and goes to bed at night alone, there aren’t too many laughs inside her week of days, but she gets up every Sunday morning, goes to church and she’s reborn, Sunday noon she steps into the sun, and on her Sunday afternoon she’s happy saying it’s too soon to compromise the lady she should be, I cry mercy, I’m not asking you to throw respect away, I cry mercy, won’t you meet me half-way.
Sunday only lasts a day, Monday comes and mercy fades to find the fear that keeps her more than far away, when I can I always come but we can’t be alone too long, mercy says she has to save her name, she’s holding on to Sunday noon and saying it’s too soon to compromise the lady she should be, I cry mercy, I’m not asking you to throw respect away, I cry mercy, won’t you meet half-way.
Between the place you think you ought to be and where I stand there’s love to be had, if you’ll try to see that you could meet me there. Between the place you think you ought to be and where I stand there’s love to be had, if you’ll try to see that you could meet me there, I cry mercy, I’m not asking you to throw respect away, I cry mercy, won’t you meet half-way...
6. The man he was.
Sitting near the aisle prepared for moments, moments when we change, as we pray we think about his living, how he made his name, have we all been wise enough to be the man he was, as every organ sounds with music playing, every living day we ask ourselves, was he a bitter man, have we all been wise enough to be the man he was.
The moment of our truth may often greet us, greet us with despair, do we really need to know the answer, would he really care, have we all been wise enough to be the man he was.
7. Mighty good time.
I want a sweet young thing that’s good to me and some rock and roll music to set us free, and a real good feeling to help it along with a whole lotta people who feel they belong, if it goes just right, now it could go all night. Sounds like a mighty good time, I want it every day, sounds like a mighty good time, everything’s just that way, just that way.
Now I know rock and roll ain’t the way for some but it ain’t what you do, it’s the way how it’s done, now you can find yourself some paradise and when your time is feeling good, you know that’s right. I believe it sounds like a mighty good time, I want it every day, sounds like a mighty good time, everything’s just that way, just that way, if it goes just right, it could go all night.
8. Memories of the future.
Sometimes I feel so confused I have to slip away from the source of my worry, sometimes I feel so abused I have to call it a day, get away in a hurry, dreaming may be my downfall but I swear times I see ahead seem like the best of all, when my everyday problems get a hold on me I let my memories of the future take my thoughts away.
And I know that I’m wrong to expect better things ahead when they ain’t come yet.
9. On blind faith alone.
I was feeling down and confused, too much at home with my native blues, I lifted up my eyes to the Lord above and asked him for salvation here below, he sent a savior to my defense, a southern girl bred in Memphis, she’d taken on the world when she left her home, and on blind faith alone she pulled me through. Hey, I’m wondering why, hey, I’m wondering why, why.
On blind faith alone, with no questions asked, on blind faith alone, without a promise passed, she took me in and gave me everything I ever wanted, thing I ever needed, everything that love could buy, and I stood there in her lovelight saying, hey, I’m wondering why, hey, I’m wondering why, why, why.
Why did you take me in and mend my wounds, and give me a roof for my head, why did you treat me as Mary would have, why did you provide me with bread, till I die I’ll still be saying, hey, I’m wondering why, hey, I’m wondering why, why, why…
10. Can’t go back.
It’s another world and kindly removed from the one we find ourselves in, the paths we have followed have carried us far from the common ground we shared as friends, though we talk, it’s an uneasy laughter that falls, the life you remember is something best left within. You can’t go back, all you will find is the fool that you’ve been, you can’t go back, to patch up a failure or cover a sin.
There’s a heart broken stranger that I used to know and it’s long after her fall, she can’t think of nothing but yesterdays, there were people who took her and then took off, if that’s where she is, it’s what she deserves, she clings to her sorrow but it doesn’t serve her at all. You can’t go back, all you will find is the fool that you’ve been, you can’t go back, to patch up a failure or cover a sin.
I don’t think in years that are numbered and I don’t dwell with my memories, I won’t wait for tomorrow to laugh ‘cause these are the good old days. You can’t go back, all you will find is the fool that you’ve been, you can’t go back, to patch up a failure or cover a sin.
11. So long.
There was a time when loving each other made sense and we were strong but that was before you changed your mind, and gave up hope, now you’re gone, what can I say but so long.
You lost faith in me, you found out you couldn’t wait for me, you had to move on, if you didn’t think I was the best you could do, go home, what else can I bear to say but so long.
At times I wonder if you were right or wrong to leave me, I think about it when I’m alone at night, trying to fall asleep. I guess my mind is right, it tells me that the time is right for me to live on like nothing happened to me at all, so you’re gone, what else can I say to you but so long.
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Año: 1972.
Procedencia de la banda: Birmingham (Alabama), Estados Unidos.
Año: 1972.
Procedencia de la banda: Birmingham (Alabama), Estados Unidos.
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