The Cars

C.S.N.Y.

Chevelle

Chris DeBurg

Chris Rea

Collective Soul

Country Joe McDonald

Cars

Before The Cars, the members of the band began coming together in several early forms. Ric Ocasek and Ben Orr were the first to meet at a party in Columbus, Ohio and they began performing as a duo, covering rock 'n roll classics as well as performing their own material. They refused to to the same old Top 40 routine that club owners expected of a young band.

After deciding that Boston would be a better place to break into the music business, Ric Ocasek and Benjamin Orr relocated there. It was here that they met Greg Hawkes, who had studied at Berklee, and the three were the first to work together in a folk band called Milkwood. They put out one album entitled "How's the Weather". It's very different from what then became the Cars in both the look and the music. The look...Richard Otcasek and Ben Orzechowski (as they were back then) along with Jas Goodkind, another member, were shown on the album's cover; Ric and Ben both have an image resembling mountain men, including long hair and moustaches and are almost unrecognizable.

The music...Milkwood is a folk band, so it is obviously different from the new wave sound of the Cars. With songs like "The Light Won't Burn", "With You, With Me", "Lincoln Park", and "Timetrain Wonderwheel", the music on this album is nothing like one would expect from them. Ric has nothing but regrets abput this part of his career, but he admits that he still has a copy of the album, even though he never listens to it. Of course, "How's the Weather" is now a highly collectible item and extremely hard to find since it vanished so soon after its release. But Cars' collector's have sought out copies, much to Ric's dismay.

After Milkwood, Ric and Ben put together another group called Richard and the Rabbits, whose name was suggested by Jonathan Richman. They were a local club band for a while. Soon after, Greg temporarily left Ric and Ben and joined up with groups including Orphan, a soft-rock band, and Martin Mull and His Fabulous Furniture, who worked in musical comedy, where he played a variety of instruments. Ric and Ben then performed as an acoustic duo called Ocasek and Orr at the Idler coffeehouse in Cambridge. Some of the songs they played became the background music in early Cars' songs.

Yet another group followed, this time including Elliot Easton and later, Greg Hawkes, after returning from Martin Mull's group. It was called Captain Swing (or Cap'n Swing). This is what caught the attention of Maxanne Sartori, a local DJ on WBCN-FM who began frequently playing their songs. She had seen Cap'n Swing perform live and soon became friends with Ric. She also discovered that she had attended the same school as Ric - Antioch College. He had originally asked Maxanne to manage this new group, but she turned him down, claiming that she could do nothing for them.

However, she did suggest that Ben be seen playing an instrument instead of just standing around. Ric told her that he can play any instrument, but he played the bass guitar the best. Maxanne concluded, "Well, tell him that he's got to play the bass from now on."

Though they were slowly becoming more experienced musicians, Cap'n Swing still had a long way to go before developing a professional image. Cap'n Swing's drummer was soon replaced by David Robinson even though David said that he should really have a regular job instead and that the Cars would be his last band. Best known for his career with the Modern Lovers, David had also layed in DMZ and the Pop! But David was more than just a new drummer.

Bringing to the group his artistic style, he created a new visual image that could be seen on their albums, their image, and on stage for years to come. David was even the one who came up wiht the Cars' name which led to a lot of catchy, automobile related puns. Aside from that, Ric stated that, "It's so easy to spell; it doesn't have a 'z' on the end; it's real authentic. It's pop art, in a sense."

After spending the winter of 1976 in Ric Ocasek's basement working on a new collection of songs, The Cars were soon signed to Elektra Records (instead of Arista). But this time they had to go out and get themselves discovered rather than waiting for a record company to come to them. The brass at Elektra liked what they were hearing on the radio: a demo version of "Just What I Needed," which would go on to become The Cars' first single on their debut album.

 

Dangerous Type

Can I touch you, are you out of touch
I guess I never noticed that much
Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire
Oo come and take me whoever you are

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight

Oo inside angel, always upset
Keeps on forgettin' that we ever met
Can I bring you out in the light
My curiosity's got me tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
Oo she's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight

Museum directors with high shaking heads
They kick white shadows until they play dead
They want to crack your crossword smile
Oo can I take you out for awhile, yeah

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type, alright
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
(tonight) tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
Tonight
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on hold me tight
Tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on hold me tight
Tonight

She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
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Drive

Who's gonna tell you when it's too late
Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

Who's gonna pick you up when you fall
Who's gonna hang it up when you call
Who's gonna pay attention to your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears when you scream
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

Who's gonna hold you down when you shake
Who's gonna come around when you break
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

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C.S.N.Y.

Crosby, Stills & Nash - known by its initials CSN - (which eventually became Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young for a time) was a pioneering rock and roll band featuring David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Graham Nash and, later, Neil Young. The group was a powerful, innovative and popular group, one of the few American bands that even came close to rivalling the Beatles in the late 1960s.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (CSNY) was a so-called supergroup, composed of members who had begun a musical career elsewhere. David Crosby (The Byrds), Graham Nash (The Hollies) and Stephen Stills (Buffalo Springfield) formed CSN in 1968 as a folk group. Crosby, Stills & Nash , the group's first, self-titled release came out in 1969 and became an instant hit. Neil Young (formerly of Buffalo Springfield, along with Stills) joined the group soon after to sing with them at the Woodstock festival and for the release of Déjà Vu, a massively popular and critically acclaimed 1970 album. A major song which didn't make it to an original album was "Ohio", Neil Young's song in response to the Kent State shootings, where 4 university students at an anti-war demonstration were shot and killed by National Guard troops.

After a summer tour, the group split up due to personality differences. The live album Four Way Street was released soon after and became another hit. The group re-formed in 1974 for an international tour and the release of a compilation album, So Far. CSN (without Young) released CSN in 1977 and then Daylight Again in 1982. Crosby struggled with drug problems, was jailed from 1985 to 1986, and rejoined the group (along with Young) for 1988's American Dream (Young had promised to record another CSNY album as an incentive if Crosby could quit his drug habit). This was followed by a live album in 1990 and two new albums in the 1990s, After the Storm (CSN) (1994) and Looking Forward (CSNY) (1999).

CSNY seem to have voices that were made for each other. They have always spoken out against violence and war. I am surprised by their silence over this one.

Night Time for the Generals

Well it's nighttime and the long cars
Are arriving at the door,
The general is having another party,
With a congressman or three
And some guys you never see outside the bank.

There's a laughing clink of glasses
And a polished click of boots
And bitter talk of a country
With a weakness in its roots.

And it's nighttime for the generals
And the boys at the C.I.A.
Power gone mad in the darkness
Thinking they're God on a good day
They giveth, they taketh
But they like to take it away.

"Well the fools don't know the difference
It's for their own good," they said.
And they shot blind Lady Liberty
In the back of her head.

And it's nighttime for the generals
And the boys at the C.I.A.
Power gone mad in the darkness
Thinking they're God on a good day
They giveth, they taketh
But they like to take it away.

They giveth, they taketh,
But they like to take it away.

Nighttime, nighttime, nighttime.

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Almost Cut My Hair

Almost cut my hair, it happened just the other day.
It's getting’ kinda long, I coulda said it wasn't in my way.
But I didn't and I wonder why, I feel like letting my freak flag fly,
cause I feel like I owe it to someone.

Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas and I'm not feeling up to par.
It increases my paranoia, like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car.
But I'm not giving in an inch to fear cause I missed myself this year.
I feel like I owe it to someone.

When I finally get myself together, I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather.
And I find a place inside to laugh, separate the wheat from the chaff.
I feel like I owe it to someone.

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For What It’s Worth

There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear.
There's a man with a gun over there, telling me I've got to beware.
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.

There's battle lines are being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong.
Young people speaking their minds are getting so much resistance from behind.
Time we stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.

What a field day for the heat. A thousand people in the street
singing songs and carrying signs, mostly say "hooray for our side."
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.

Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep.
It starts when you're always afraid. Step outta line, the man come and take you away.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down…

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4+20

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door
and he worked like the devil to be more.

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so.
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know- why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.

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Love The One You’re With

If you're down, and confused and you don't remember, who you're talking to.
Concentration slips away cause your baby is so far away.
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with,
love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with.

Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't sit crying over good times you had.
There's a girl, right next to you and she's just waiting for something to do.
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with,
love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with.

Turn your heartache right into joy. She's a girl and you're a boy.
So get it together, make it nice and you won’t need any more advice.
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with,
love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with.

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Ohio

Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio,
four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, how many more?
Four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, home many more?

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Southern Cross

Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a following sea.
She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete.

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas,
we got eighty feet of the waterline, nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.

Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure.
And you know it will, and you know it will.

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
you understand now why you came this way.
Cause the truth you might be running from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying.
She is all that I have left and music is her name.

Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure.
And you know it will, and you know it will.

So we cheated and we lied and we tested
and we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you at the Southern Cross.

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Southern Man

Southern man, better keep your head. Don't forget what your good book said.
Southern change gonna come at last, now your crosses are burning fast, Southern man.

I saw cotton and I saw black, tall white mansions and little shacks.
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screaming and bullwhips cracking, how long? How long?

Southern man, better keep your head. Don't forget what your good book said.
Southern change gonna come at last, now your crosses are burning fast, Southern man.

Lilly Belle, your hair is golden brown, I've seen your black man coming round.
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down.
I heard screaming and bullwhips cracking, how long? How long?

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Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, ‘I am lonely.'
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard.

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby-
it's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose.

I've got an answer. I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow,
sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight,
asking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Change by life, make it right, be my lady.

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Teach Your Children

You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,
and feed them on your dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
so just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

And you (can you hear?), of the tender years (do you care?)
can't know the fears (can't you see we) that your elders grew by (must be free to),
and so please help them (teach your children) with your youth (to believe),
they seek the truth (make a world that) before they can die (we can live in).
Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by,
and feed them on your dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
so just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

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The Needle And The Damage Done

I caught you knocking at my cellar door.
“I love you, baby, can I have some more”, ooh, ooh, the damage done.
I hit the city and I lost my band, I watched the needle take another man.
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song because I love the man. I know that some of you don't understand.
Milk-blood to keep from running out.
I've seen the needle and the damage done, a little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a setting sun.

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Woodstock

Well I came across a child of God, he was walking along the road
and I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me:
Well, I’m going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land, set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog.
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong,
and everywhere there was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky,
turning into butterflies above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devil’s bargain,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

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Word Game

Would you knock a man down if you didn't like the cut of his clothes?
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows?
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves.
And I know most of you either don't believe it's true
or else you don't know what to do, or maybe I'm singing about you, who knows?

It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows.
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows.
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go.
You can feel it as it's rumbling, let emotions keep a-tumbling,
then, as cities start to crumbling, mostly empty bellies grumbling here we go.

People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown.
Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow.
A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow.
I was told that life is change and yet history remains, does it always stay the same?
Do we shrug it off and say, ‘only God knows?’

By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto,
try and help, but they don't know why folks treat them cold.
And the rich keep getting richer, and the rest of us just keep getting old.
You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian,
if you don't you will be missing High Mass or the evening show,
and the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown.
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they owe.
And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know.

I have seen these things with my very own eyes,
and defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die.
American propaganda, South African lies will not force me to take up arms,
that's my enemy's pride and I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides.
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry
because his children, they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up
with bigots and their silver cups, they're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright.

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American Dream

49 reasons all in a line
All of them good ones, all of them lies.
Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends
Need a little work and there's fences to mend.
Steady girl, be my world.
Till the drifter come, now she's gone.
I let that man play his hand,
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please.
Now it's over, they left in the spring.
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things.
Steady girl, be my world.
Till the drifter come, now she's gone.
I let that man play his hand,
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please.
(Poem of "America's Children" by Stephen Stills)

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After the Dolphin

At the Dolphin the beer flowed like wine.
And people were drinking.
Over there, there were lives on the line,
But not at the Dolphin

Across the ocean the world was at war
And bullets were flying.
In the air there's plane headed for
The heart of the Dolphin.
It's after the Dolphin.

They were laughing and drinking and carrying on
and then in the blink of an eye they were gone, gone, gone.
So was the Dolphin, so was the Dolphin, gone was the Dolphin.

What will become of us all? Who know the story?
Will we witness the final fall of the hope and the glory?
Blinded by honor they fought eye to eye
Now men without faces rain fire from the sky.
When you kill from a distance is anyone to blame?
And the armies of warfare will never be the same again.
After the Dolphin, after the Dolphin, after the Dolphin.

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Carry On

One morning I woke up and I knew
You were really gone
A new day, a new way, and new
eyes to see the dawn
Go your way, I'll go mine and
Carry on

The sky is clearing and the night
Has gone out
The sun, he come, the world
is all full of light
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but
To carry on

The fortunes of fables are able
To sing the song
Now witness the quickness with which
We get along
To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes and
Carry on

Carry on
Love is coming
Love is coming to us all

Where are you going now my love?
Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness?
Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?

Girl when I was on my own
Chasing you down
What was it made you run?
Trying your best just to get around.
The questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?

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Find The Cost Of Freedom

Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground,
Mother Earth will swallow you,
Lay your body down.

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Daylight Again

Daylight again
Following me to bed
I think about a hundred years ago
How my Fathers bled

I think I see a valley
Covered with bones in blue
All the brave soldiers that cannot get older
Been asking after you

Hear the past a' calling
When everyone's talking and no one
Is listening
How can we decide

Do we find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground
Mother Earth will swallow you
Lay your body down.

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Everybody I Love You

Listen to song
Know you got to run
Know you got to hide
Still there is a great life
Engrained deep within your eyes

Open up, open up
Baby let me in
You expect for me to love you
When you hate yourself my friend la la la ...

Everybody I love you
Everybody I do
(oh yes)
Though your heart is an answer
I need your love to get me through
(oh yea, I really do now)
When I tell you I love you
(when I tell you)
You can believe that it's true
(oh yes it is)

Everybody I love you
Everybody I do
(oh, yes I really do now...)

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Soldiers of Peace

Soldiers of peace are not fighting a war
Are not looking for enemies behind every door
Are not looking for people to kill or to maim.
Soldiers of peace are just changing the game.

Men who were fighting for all of our lives
Are now fighting for children, for homes and for wives,
Fighting for the memory of all who fell before,
But the soldiers of peace just can't kill any more.

So come all you warriors who live for the fight,
Come listen to somebody, somebody who might
Have been there before you and they have the right,
They've been dying to tell you the score.
The old warriors don't want you to hurt any more.

Soldiers of peace can still hear the cries
When the people were screaming and losing their lives,
When bodies were broken and spirits were torn
The soldiers of peace do not want you to mourn.

So come all you warriors who live for the fight,
Come listen to somebody, somebody who might
Have been there before you and they have the right,
They've been dying to tell you the score.
The old warriors don't want you to hurt any more.

Soldiers of peace are not fighting a war.
No more, no more, no more, no more.

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Chevelle

Chicago based Chevelle is comprise of brothers Sam (drummer / bandleader), Pete (vocals/guitar),and Joe (bass) Loeffler. For four and a half years, Chevelle has been steadily building momentum as one of the "Windy City's" most promising young rock bands.

Sam, Pete and Joe seem to read one another's thoughts onstage, seemingly via a sibling-inherent telepathy.The trait is uncanny, yet somehow expected from three who have spent their whole lives in such close quarters. While they were habitually bashing away in their parents' basement from the beginning, the band was also busy booking gigs. Although they started out playing the obligatory party and outdoor social event circuit, in short order Chevelle was being booked in Chicago clubs such as the Fireside Bowl and Lounge Axe. Eighteen-year-old Joe, the youngest member, is one of the few teens who can brag about playing Chicago's prestigious Double Door when he was a mere fourteen.

Chevelle has had their less than glamorous moment s as well. For example, Pete offers up the song "Dos" to illustrate the universal experience of a band playing for an all but empty room. Though surely excruciating, the event produced a song with lyrics that are wryly humorous in context. "You two, you're what's left / I don't take requests." Though amusing, there's a touch of anger in the line as well, which is underscored by Pete's emotive voice (which can alternate between dispassionate detachment and primal scream in the course of a song). It's an emotion prominent throughout Point #1 , and a major part of Chevelle's brand of expression. "Music can help get aggression out of you," says Pete. "I don't want to live an angry life." Which is obvious from the subject matter at hand in the first single from point #1, "Mia." "Though it's named after a girl I know, the song is simply about quality," offers Pete, who delivers the lyric, "I'm made of peanuts, not of shells" as a way of saying that the payoff exists when you get below the surface.

 

Vitamin R (Leading Us Along)

Some will learn; many do.
Cover up or spread it out.
Turn around, had enough,
Pick and choose or pass it on.
Buying in, heading for
Suffer now or suffer then.
It's bad enough
I want the fear... need the fear

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (he has become)
He's alone (he has become)

[Chorus:]
Well if they're making it, making it
Then they're pushing it, pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fits
That panic makes remorse

After all, what's the point?
Course levitation is possible.
If you're a fly; achieved and gone
Theres time for this and so much more.
It's typical - create a world
A special place of my design
To never cope or never care just use the key

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (where have we gone)
He's alone (where have we gone)

[Chorus]

Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became

[Chorus x2]

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Chris DeBurg

Christopher J. Davison alias Chris de Burgh, was born in Argentina the 15 of October 1948. Chris is the son of British parents. He is the son of Charles Davison, a British diplomat, and an Irish secretary, Maeve Emily de Burgh. His childhood was rich in travel and experience due to his fathers’ diplomatic job. He grew up in different countries, such as Malta, Nigeria and Zaire. When he was 12 years old the family Davison moved to Emerald Isle, Ireland. Chris still lives there, with his wife Diane and their three children, Rosanna, Hubie, and Michael.

In 1960, his father bought an old castle ‘Bargy Castle’, which originally was built in the 12th century. After Davisons renovated the castle, they opened it up as a half year holidays hotel for families. Chris made his firsts concerts in this castle and he used to play and sing for the guests in the evenings. He learned to play the guitar by the ‘Learning by doing’ method. He studied English and French at the famous Trinity College in Dublin. This gave him ideas for his own lyrics. He began writing pop songs while studying at Trinity College in Dublin.

In 1971, Chris moved to London for making a music career there. He was singing in a hamburger restaurant and a hair dresser's shop. He was looking for a job and he got a friend's offer to sing in a recently opened restaurant in Dublin, called ‘Captain Americas’. He played background music for the eating guests. In 1974 he signed a deal with A&M Records and supported Supertramp in their “Crime of the Century’ tour. During this time, he changed his stage name to Chris de Burgh. And in 1975, he was ready to release his first album ‘Far Beyond These Castle Walls...’.

His first international success happened in 1975 with song ‘Turning Round’, renamed into ‘Flying’ and it remained number 1 in Brazil for more than 17 weeks. It sold over half a Million times. His next album was ‘Spanish Train & Other Stories’ again has one track ‘A Spaceman Came Travelling’ that became a continuing hit, but this time in UK, as a Christmas radio hit. But a real success from that album is the track ‘Patricia The Stripper’, still requested by the audience in his concerts.

In 1984, Chris released his 8th album with ‘Man On The Line’, including one of his most famous songs ‘High On Emotion’. It reached number 1 in ten European countries. Since that time in most concerts he performs this song.

In 1986, he released the album ‘Into the Light’, which included ‘The Lady In Red’. It became a worldwide hit and Chris received gold and platinum albums in many different countries. ‘The Lady In Red’ reached number 1 in the UK and 24 other countries, world wide, and also number 2 in the US. ‘Into the light’ earned platinum in Norway, South Africa and Greece, double platinum in Swiss and England, three times platinum in Ireland and Canada. It received gold in the USA, New Zealand, Sweden, Denmark and Belgium as well. This album also contains the track ‘Say Goodbye To It All’, which was continuing the story of ‘Borderline’ on ‘the Getaway’ album from 1982.

His next album, Flying Colours, released in 1988. 'Flying Colours', which contains the song ‘Missing You’, became his biggest selling album so far.

During 28 years Chris de Burgh has been awarded with more than 200 gold and platinum sales awards. Also some Royalty and world leaders have joined to his fans. He has so many fans in all around Europe (Ireland, Germany, United Kingdom, ...), Asia (Iran, Japan, Lebanon, …) , South America (Argentina, Brazil, …), and North America (Canada).

Chris has repeatedly had sold out tours in many countries around the world, such as United States, Japan, United Kingdom, Germany, Scandinavia, Australia, South Africa, Canada, Central Europe, Eastern Europe and the Far East.

And now in 2002, his latest album ‘Timing Is Everything’ was released on September 16 and it includes new 11 tracks. He wanted to have a fun record with this record and it is not a spiritual record to him. But still some songs like ‘There’s Room In This Heart Tonight’ is a deep record. This Album's biggest hit is ‘Lebanese Night’, which has reached number 1 in both English and Arabic music chart, in Lebanon and so many other countries.

 

Borderline

I'm standing in the station,
I am waiting for a train,
To take me to the border,
And my loved one far away,
I watched a bunch of soldiers heading for the war,
I could hardly even bear to see them go;

Rolling through the countryside,
Tears are in my eyes,
We're coming to the borderline,
I'm ready with my lies,
And in the early morning rain, I see her there,
And I know I'll have to say goodbye again;

And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do,
I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you,
I'm taking my side, one of us will lose,
Don't let go, I want to know,
That you will wait for me until the day,
There's no borderline, no borderline;

Walking past the border guards,
Reaching for her hand,
Showing no emotion,
I want to break into a run,
But these are only boys, and I will never know,
How men can see the wisdom in a war...

And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do,
I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you,
I'm taking my side, one of us will lose,
Don't let go, I want to know,
That you will wait for me until the day,
There's no borderline, no borderline,
No borderline, no borderline...

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Crying And Laughing

Searchlights, rain on the road,
Waiting for the airport limousine,
Your time in this foreign land,
Is nearly over, I'll never forget how
Last night, after he called,
You held me like you'd never let me go,
But your eyes are happy now,
And you are beautiful, you're ready to leave me,
Homeward, back to your world,
Back to the one who is there,
Go now, but go in love,
For it's the only way;

And you'll be crying, laughing,
Half a world away,
You'll be crying, laughing,
For the love we have,
When you go away...

Long ride, holding her hand,
Looking all the words we cannot speak,
One mile to the boulevard,
And the aeroplane that's waiting to take you
Homeward, back to your land,
Back to the one who is there,
Go now, but go in love,
For it's the only way,

And you'll be crying, laughing,
Half a world away,
You'll be crying, laughing,
For the love we have,
But you must go,
Crying, laughing,
Half a world away,
You'll be crying, laughing,
Don't forget me love,
When you go away...
Crying, laughing,
Half a world away

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Peaceful Waters

Restless heart, it has been a long time
Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise
It's getting hard to find a place to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

I took a walk past the old saxon well
Down by the cathedral, I heard the chapel bell
And joined the people singing for a way to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

And if you don't know by now, you never will
Only love can find the door
If you could see it now, it's in your hands
Only love can reach the shore, to heaven

Always, she is standing by my side
She's my inspiration, and she's my battle-cry
And in her arms is the only place I know
Where peaceful waters flow.

And if you don't know by now, you never will
Only love can find the door
If you could see it now, it's in your hands
Only love can reach the shore, forevermore
Where peaceful waters flow.

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Don't Pay The Ferryman

It was late at night on the open road, speeding like a man on the run
A lifetime spent preparing for the journey.
He is closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the mind:
Yes there's that ragged hill and there's a boat on the river.

And when the rain came down, he heard a wild dog howl
There were voices in the night
(Don't do it!)
Voices out of sight
(Don't do it!)
Too many men have failed before, whatever you do;

Don't pay the ferryman!
Don't even fix a price!
Don't pay the ferryman
Until he gets you to the other side.

In the rolling mist, then he gets on board, now there'll be no turning back
Beware that hooded old man at the rudder.
And then the lightning flashed and the thunder roared, and people calling out his name,
And dancing bones that jabbered-and-a-moaned on the water.

And then the ferryman said "There is trouble ahead,
So you must pay me now."
(Don't do it!)
"You must pay me now."
(Don't do it!)
And still that voice came from beyond, whatever you do;

Don't pay the ferryman!
Don't even fix a price!
Don't pay the ferryman
Until he gets you to the other side.

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Chris Rea

British singer and guitarist Chris Rea has enjoyed a run of popularity in Europe during the late '80s and early '90s after almost a decade of previous recording. Rea started out performing with a local group called Magdalene, taking David Coverdale's place; the band won a national talent contest in 1975 as the Beautiful Losers, but still failed to get a record contract. Rea left the band and recorded the album Whatever Happened to Benny Santini?, which alluded to a discarded stage name, which went gold on the strength of the U.S. Top 20 hit "Fool (If You Think It's Over)." Rea was not heard from again in the U.S. for some time, concentrating his efforts on his main fan base of Europe. A compilation of tracks from Rea's '80s albums, New Light Through Old Windows, was released in 1988 and sold well in the U.K. and Europe and charted in the U.S. Rea followed it up with the critically acclaimed The Road to Hell, which many regarded as his best album. It and its follow-up, Auberge, went to the top of the U.K. album charts, but did not prove as successful in the U.S., where he has failed to chart with his subsequent releases.

 

Auberge

On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
There's a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own

This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge

You meet the silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter

This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge

Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And you'll die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing please mister please

This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge

On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
There's a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own

This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge

You meet the silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter

This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge

Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And you'll die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing please mister please

This is the naked truth
This is the light
There's only one place left to go
Auberge

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The Road To Hell

Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralized me in my shadow
She said 'son what are you doing here
My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
I said 'mama I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell'
She said 'son this is the road to hell'

On your journey cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell

Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes the smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to hell

And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you
Oh look out world, take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the road
This is the road to hell

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Set Me Free

Wake up
See the morning light
This is you
This is today
You try so hard to get it right
Can't help thinking somewhere you've lost your way
When was the last time
You saw a smile?
There's a scream on every silent face you see
They're singing set me free

I got a friend who burns like a fire
Says there's only thing you'll ever know
It's out there somewhere
Way past the sunset line
Way out on the open road

And me I'm always looking down
Down that road out of town
Each morning and night you can see me
I'm singing set me free
Set me free

Goodnight Auberge
I leave you now
You must sleep while I work the day
till I return
To dream of you
Through the night
And that free, freeway

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Collective Soul

When Seattle grunge went mainstream, it was only a matter of time before the ripple effect was felt in regions other than the Pacific Northwest. Georgia quintet Collective Soul, along with fellow inheritors of the now commercially lucrative post-grunge landscape like Live, Bush, and Candlebox, developed the genre into a more succinct brand of angst, turning the sonic cacophony of bands like Mudhoney and the Melvins into radio-friendly hard rock.

Collective Soul — taken from a line in Ayn Rand's book The Fountainhead, were formed in the small town of Stockbridge in the early '90s by principal songwriter Ed Roland (lead vocals/keyboards/guitars), guitarists Dean Roland and Joel Kosche, and rhythm section Will Turpin (bass/percussion) and Shane Evans (drums/percussion). Originally released in 1993 on the Atlanta indie label Rising Storm, Hints Allegations and Things Left Unsaid proved popular enough on the local level that it was picked up the following year by Atlantic. Within months of its release, "Shine" became a modern rock and MTV staple, and Collective Soul found themselves with a platinum debut, playing everywhere from arenas with Aerosmith to Woodstock 1994.

They released the eponymous sophomore effort the following year, which featured the hits "World I Know" and "December," once again going multi-platinum, but their fan base began to wane upon the release of 1997's Disciplined Breakdown. Released in 1999, Dosage was a return to form for the group, yielding the hit singles "Run" and "Heavy," but despite their best efforts, the post-grunge genre was suffering under the weight of the emerging nu-metal scene. In 2000 they released Blender, an image-seeking misfire that saw the group attempting a clean-cut (no facial hair) image and mixing in heavily produced AOR with dance-pop, even performing a duet with Elton John. The following year, fans were treated to 7even Year Itch: Collective Soul's Greatest Hits 1994-2001.

Run

Are these times contagious?
I’ve never been this bored before
Is this the prize I’ve waited for
Now with the hours passing
There’s nothing left here to ensure
I long to find that messenger

Have I got a long way to run?
Have I got a long way to run?
Yah a long way!

Is there a cure among us
From this processed sanity
I weaken with each voice that sings
Now in this world of purchase
I’m going to buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities

Have I got a long way to run?
Have I got a long way to run?
Yah a long way!
A long way!

Have I got a long way ?
Have I got a long way?
Have I got a long way to run?
Have I got a long way to run?
Yah a long way!
Have I got a long way to run?
Yah a long way!
Have I got a long way to run?
Yah a long way!

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Country Joe McDonald

 

Hold On It's Coming

Picked up a hitchhiker the other day
He said he wasn't going far
He looked so strange I couldn't help myself
I asked, please, tell me who you are
He smiled politely and lit a cigarette
You know the smoke seemed to cast a spell
What happened next I don't understand yet
It was so strange I can hardly tell

He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's very near
He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's almost here

My mind seemed to spin and my hands began to tremble
I began talking in tongues
I looked over and his eyes seemed to glow
It was like looking at the sun
I told him everything in just a few moments
As if we had stopped time
I felt the great lightness as if I were floating
It was truly blowing my mind

He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's very near
He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's almost here

And I was suddenly a child again
I was holding my father's hand
And I watched it from the beginning
As I grew from child to man
My friends all came and gathered round me once more
And we undid what was done
And when it was over I was driving down the road
I looked around, you know, he was gone

He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's very near
He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's almost here

He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's very near
He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's almost here

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