Chris Farlowe
dalszövegek/lyrics

Out Of Time

You don't know what's going on,
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back and think you are still mine

You're out of touch my baby
My poor old fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

You thought you was a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back and be the first in line, oh yeah
You're obsolete, my baby
My poor old fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes, you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out, out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
(Is everybody ready)
Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
You thought you was a clever girl
(Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time)
You're livin' in that social whirl
(Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time)
Yes you are right now

Blues as Blues Can Get

Gonna sit right down in my easy chair
Pull out a deck of cards, play some solitaire
Break out a bottle, wash me a glass
To keep me company 'til the feelings pass
Everybody needs someting to do
Me, I'll just sit here and think about you
It might seem hopeless, but it ain't that bad yet
It's just the blues as blues can get...

I need to call somebody, someone I can trust
I need the number for lovers' anonymous
I'll tell 'em my story, hope they understand
Maybe they can explain it to me
'cause I don't think I can
I'll take your picture down from my wall
Try to remember the thrill of it all
I know it's over, but it ain't over yet
It's just the blues as blues can get...

Why fight the feeling when I can't fight back the tears
I stare at the ceiling and wish that you were here
I'm going crazy, but I ain't crazy yet
It's just the blues as blues can get...

Gangster Of Love

Jesse James and Frank James,
Billy the Kid and all the rest,
Supposed to be some bad cats
Out in the West.

But when they dug me,
And my gangster ways,
They hung up their guns,
And made into their graves.

Cause I'm a gangster of love,
Say, I'm a gangster of love.
Oh, well now,
When I walk down the street,
All the girls that I meet
Say: "he's a gangster of love"

(Yeah!)

I robbed a local beauty contest,
for their first place winner,
they found her with me out in Hollywood,
eating a big steak dinner.
They tried to get her to go back,
to pick up her prize.
She stood up and told them:
"You just don't realize, that he's a gangster of love"

And in the morning,
gangster of love.
(Uuh yeah, now!)
When I walk in to a bar,
girls from... from near and far,
say: "he's a gangster of love".

(Alright!)

I jump on my white horse Cadillac,
I ride across the border line,
I rope 65 girls,
I kiss them all the same time,
I take 25 or 30,
I put 'em all on a freight,
A million dollar reward for me,
In each and every state,
Sheriff say "Is you Johnny "Guitar" Watson?"
In a very deep voice
And I say "yes sir brother sheriff, and that's your wife on the back of my horse"

Cause I'm a gangster of love
I'm a gangster of love

(Yeah!)

When I walk down the street,
All the girls that I meet
Say: "he's a gangster of love"

Handbags and Gladrags

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Tryin' to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Tryin' to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you, my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Baby - bye bye
Once I was a young man
And I thought, all I had to do was smile, baby
You are still a young girl
And you bought everything in style
But once you think you're in, you're out
'Cause you don't mean a thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Baby - bye bye
Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So I suggest you just throw away
The handbags and the gladrags

It's All Over Now Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you and it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you

The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Miss You Fever

Midnight, I stare at the ceiling.
For a long time
I can't get comfortable, girl.
Moonlight, like a spotlight,
Shining down on this
tangled mess I'm in, girl.

Oh, oh, oh,
I'm begging you please come back.
Oh, oh, oh,
I've got a cold sweat attack.

Miss you, miss you fever.
My temperature's rising girl.
Oh, oh, oh.
Miss you, miss you fever.
Feel like I'm dying girl,
Oh, oh, miss you fever.

Get up, and pace my room again.
I light a smoke.
I look in the mirror.
I reach out and touch my face,
But it's not easy girl,
To wipe away these tears.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
I need you by my side.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
I got a raging fire to fight.

Fever, miss you fever.
My temperature's rising girl,
Oh, oh, oh.
Miss you, miss you fever,
Feel like I'm dying girl.
Oh, oh, oh, miss you fever.

And the heat,
It seeps into my mind.
Makes me want to scream,
And shout out your name.

Miss you, miss you fever.
My temperature's rising girl,
Oh, oh, oh.
I miss you, miss you fever.
Feel like I'm dying girl.
Oh, oh, oh.
Miss you fever,
Miss you fever.

Miss you, Miss you fever.
Oh, oh, oh
I miss you, baby.
Oh, oh, oh.
Miss you, miss you fever
Oh, oh, oh,
Miss you, miss you fever.

Oh, I miss you,
Miss you fever.

The Thrill Is Gone

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong baby
And you'll be sorry someday

The thrill is gone
It's gone away from me
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although I'll still live on
But so lonely I'll be

The thrill is gone
It's gone away for good
Oh, the thrill is gone baby
Baby its gone away for good
Someday I know I'll be over it all baby
Just like I know a man should

You know I'm free, free now baby
I'm free from your spell
I'm free, free now
I'm free from your spell
And now that it's over
All I can do is wish you well

Think

I'm givin' you a piece of my mind.
There no charge of any kind.
Try a very simple test.
You should just retrace your steps.

And think back, back a little bit baby.
Back, back alright.
Think, think, think back baby.
Think, think back a bit girl.
Think, think, think back baby.
Tell me who's fault was that, babe?
Tell me who's fault was that, babe?

Think about a year ago.
How we lived I'll never know.
Connin' people for a dime.
Here's another piece of my mind.

And think back, back a little bit baby.
Back, back alright.
Think, think, think back baby.
Think, think back a bit girl.
Think, think, think back baby.
Tell me who's fault was that, babe?
Tell me who's fault was that, babe?

Take a look inside yourself.
You're not really someone else.
Still, I am the same old me.
You say I lack maturity.

But think back, back a little bit baby.
Back, back, alright!

We're not children anymore.
We don't need to play with toys.
Take a look and you will find
you're gettin' old before your time.

But think back, back a little bit baby.
Back, back alright.
Think, think, think back baby.
Think, think I said back a bit girl.
Think, think, think back baby.
Tell me who's fault was that, babe?
Tell me who's fault was that, babe?

I said think.
You'd better think back a little bit.
I said think.
What about last year and the year before?
I said think.
You promised me so much.
I said think.
Doncha 'member what you said?

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