Draw the Line
Aerosmith
℗ 1977 Columbia Records UNW 04011
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- 1. Draw the Line [03:22]
- 2. I Wanna Know Why [03:08]
- 3. Critical Mass [04:50]
- 4. Get it Up [04:02]
- 5. Bright Light Fright [02:18]
- 6. Kings and Queens [04:54]
- 7. The Hand That Feeds [04:21]
- 8. Sight for Sore Eyes [03:55]
- 9. Milk Cow Blues [04:11]
Тексты:
I Wanna Know Why
Kickin' down the road Feelin' mighty slowed With the likes of you Gettin' mighty spaced Never had a taste Of what you're goin' through I can't bitch Went from rags to riches Then to ragtime screamin' the blues I Wanna Know Why Everybody's good intentions Try to make a fool outta me I Wanna Know Why Everybody's good intention Gotta make a fool Gotta make a fool Try to make a fool outta me Swing low Sweet cherry-o When a strange love showed me the way You see more Can't keep a score When the whore's comin' on for the play I Wanna Know Why Everybody's good intentions Try to make a fool outta me I Wanna Know Why Everybody's good intention Gotta make a fool Gotta make a fool Try to make a fool outta me E. Poe Eatin' crow Wonder if he knowed that Raven was mad Time passed And words lost the last Of the thing he ever had I Wanna Know Why Everybody's good intentions Try to make a fool outta me I Wanna Know Why Everybody's good intention Gotta make a fool Gotta make a fool Try to make a fool outta me Oh, play rough Can't get enough So the try to make a fool out of me Lordy Ain't foolin' me Ya ain't ghoulin' me Ain't foolin' me You ain't foolin' me
Critical Mass
Arriving in boats Black hooded coats Tormentors climbed into my room I crawled under my bed Covered my head But they're flushin' me out with a broom The leades, she's small Pinned my ass to the wall For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past Time after time She'd be readin' my mind Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it This is Critcal Mass So far, so good I heard the other say So good, so far They're takin' me away I drink to you, your mind, her ass We'll take a drink and break the glass Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it This is Critical Mass Now the tallest of two With a brush full of blue Paints surrealist scenes on the wall So I tell her for fun That it's really well done But she just ain't listenin' at all She points to my heart Tellin' me if I'm smart I'll practise and phase Out and admit, when the doesn't fit And I went screamin' out down the hall Need it Need your love Just then I heard a poundin' on the wall We're all there, sang the voice of twenty more I drink to your alas We'll take a drink and break the glass Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it We are the Critical Mass Time and space is takin' me away Time erase, don't know the time of day
Get it Up
Take me on your rockin' horse Hit the lights and shut your doors Grab your ankles, everyone Ain't my way of havin' fun Can't give it up Gotta give it up, give it up C'mon Nancy Can't give it up Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up For your fancy Can't Get It Up, Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up C'mon Nancy Can't Get It Up Gotta Get It Up, Get It Up Really have a good time Really have a good time Suckin' up the moonshine Up underneath her clothesline Really have a good time Love me 'til the sun Can't give it up Gotta give it up, give it up C'mon Nancy Can't give it up Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up For your fancy Can't Get It Up, Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up C'mon Nancy Can't Get It Up Gotta Get It Up, Get It Up Really have a good time Really have a good time Get It Up and down and all around Take a ride and paint the town Slow me down and make it fast Scream almost and make it last You know you gotta Really have a good time You know you're really gonna Really have a good time Suckin' up the moonshine Up underneath her clothesline You know you really gonna Really have a good time You know you really wanna love me 'til the sun can't Get It Up
Bright Light Fright
It's the dawn of the day And I'm crashed and I'm smashed And it is I'm feelin' Like my chips are cashed All of my clothes Strewn all over the room The crisis at hand is I'm all out of zoom I got the sunlight blues I can't find my shoes The only thing on TV Is the Good Morning News The tricks of the night Keepin' me in a daze Open a bottle And I'll pull down the shades Glance in the mirror Back into bed Forget that it's day Time to party again I got the sunlight blues I can't find my shoes The only thing on TV Is the Good Morning News Bright Light Fright Bright Light Fright Bright Light Fright Give me the night Bright Light Fright Bright Light Fright Bright Light Fright Give me the night I got the sunlight blues I can't find my shoes The only thing on TV Is the Good Morning News I got the sunlight blues I can't find my shoes The only thing on TV Is the Good Morning News
Kings and Queens
Long ago in days untold Were ruled by lords of greed Maidens fair, with gold they dared To bare their wombs that bleed Kings And Queens and guillotines Taking lives denied Starch and parchments laid the laws When bishops took the ride Only to deceive Oh I know I Lived this life before Somehow I know now Truths I must be sure Tossin' turnin', nightmares burnin' Dreams of swords in hand Sailing ships, the Viking spits The blood of father's land Only to deceive Living times of knights and mares Raising swords for maidens fair Sneer at death, fear only loss of pride Living other centuries Deja vъ or what you please Follows true to all who do or die Screams of no reply They died Screams of no reply And died Lordy, Lordy, they died
The Hand That Feeds
Doctor, doctor, doctor Please, doctor, doctor, please Doctor, doctor, doctor Feel like an old disease Get your sweet ass off the floor Doctor, doctor, doctor I can't refuse any loose hearted lady anymore I scream your name into the crowd You feel the flame, but yo ain't proud Maybe your attitude ain't right So all that's left for me to do is bite The Hand That Feeds me Feeds me Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please All things you put me through What the hell you want me to Do all the things that uncle John needs I ain't the dog that bites the Hand That Feeds me In the middle of, with a spittle of Et tu like birds of a feather When another day, love another way Push, shove, make love, play Never never, never ever Never ever, never ever Na, na… Doctor, doctor, doctor Please do a-what you can Doctor, doctor, doctor Would you please give my life a hand All the things you put me trough What the hell you want me to Do all the things that uncle John needs I ain't the dog that bites The Hand That Feeds me, yeah Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please…