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Dave Davies
Dave Davies


Background information
Birth name David Russell Gordon Davies
Born February 3, 1947
Born place Fortis Green, London, England
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Pop Rock
Years active 1963—present
Label(s) E1 Music
Associated acts The Kinks
Website Website



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Dave Davies Album


Transformation (2005)
2005
1.
Transformation 1
2.
3.
4.
5.
The Blues
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Transformation 2
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Outro
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Transformation 1

[No lyrics]

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D. Davies

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ? Well I can't believe my eyes.

High wire, fire wide, stressed-in, denigrated
Bush whacked, side-tracked, tired of being manipulated
Brain dead, paranoid, the mutant factor's activated
Acting out this automated.

Forked tongues everywhere, can't believe a word they're sayin'
In the news, on the net, channel hopping, mind popping
Trying hard to find solutions, constant media pollution
Mind control robot standing in their face?

Where do I look, where can I turn ?
Always conquering the world, is there nothing we have learned ?
I look in the mirror and what do I see ?
Is it really my reflection or a channel on TV ?

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ? Well I can't believe my eyes
Whose foolin' who ?

Electromagnetic vibrations fill the air
Contaminate my mind, confusion and despair
I can't tell what's going on most of the time
I'm full of desires and I don't even mind.

Pounded, grounded, frowned upon, isolated
Sensory overload, not what I anticipated
Totally drained, well I'm down on my knees
Existence in denial, I'm losing my mind.

What do you see when nothing is real ?
Are you a dream or just a figment of my mind ?
Of a chemical reaction running around it inside ?
Truth is not what it used to be.

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ? Well I can't believe my eyes
Whose foolin' who ?

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ?
If you're fooling yourself, then whose foolin' who ?

Can you trust what you see ?
What you hear, what you read in the papers, on TV ?
CNN, CBS, UPN, TBN, when will it ever end ?
Always living in the red, are we the living dead ?
This is living hell, strange little world that's all in your head.

What do you see when nothing is real ?
Are you a dream or just a figment of my mind ?
Of a chemical reaction running around it ?
Truth is not what it used to be.

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ? Well I can't believe my eyes

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ? Well I can't believe my eyes
Whose foolin' who ?

Whose foolin' who ?
Whose foolin' who ?
If you're fooling yourself, then whose foolin' who ?
You, yeah, I'm talking to you.

. . .


R. Davies

Baby, I feel good
From the moment I arise
Feel good from morning
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

Yeah, you and me
We live this life
From when we get up
Till we go sleep at night
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

Yeah, I get up
And I see the sun up
And I feel good, yeah
'Cause my life has begun
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

. . .


R.Davies

I need you
I need you more than birds need the sky
I need you, it's true little girl
That you can lift the tears from my eyes.

But if you ever tell me goodbye
I'll break down and you'll hear me cry
I need you
More than anybody else has needed anyone before.

I need you
There's no one else to stand in your place
I need you, you know little girl
That you can keep the smile on my face.

If you ever tell me good-bye
I'll break down and you'll hear me cry
I need you
More than anybody else has needed anyone before
More than anybody else has needed anyone before
I need you.

I need you
There's no one else to stand in your place
I need you, you know little girl
That you can keep the smile on my face.

If you ever tell me goodbye
I'll break down and you'll hear me cry
I need you
More than anybody else has needed anyone before
More than anybody else has needed anyone before
I need you.

. . .

The Blues

[No lyrics]

. . .


R. Davies

See my friends,
See my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

See my friends,
See my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

She is gone,
She is gone and now there's no one left
'Cept my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

She just went,
She just went,
Went across the river.

Now she's gone,
Now she's gone,
Wish that I'd gone with her.

She is gone,
She is gone and now there's no one left
'Cept my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

She is gone and now there's no one else to take her place
She is gone and now there's no one else to love
'Cept my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

See my friends,
See my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

See my friends,
See my friends,
Layin' 'cross the river,

. . .


R. Davies

There's a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don't understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We can't get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

. . .


D. Davies

In the middle of it all
There's a reason for it all
If a tear comes, let it fall
If your heart aches, give a call
If your world is falling around
And the rain keeps pouring down
Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

In the middle of the night
When the truth is far from clear
Don't you worry, don't you cry
A new dawn will soon be hear
Oh when they tell you everything is wrong
Just lift your head up to the sun
Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

Time and time again we keep making the same mistakes throughout all history
Maybe this is the chance we've all been waiting for to build a better world for you and me
There is no mystery

Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love
Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

Rock you, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love
Rock you, rock me, rock on

Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love
Rock you, rock me, rock on!

. . .


D. Davies

In the middle of it all
There's a reason for it all
If a tear comes, let it fall
If your heart aches, give a call
If your world is falling around
And the rain keeps pouring down
Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

In the middle of the night
When the truth is far from clear
Don't you worry, don't you cry
A new dawn will soon be hear
Oh when they tell you everything is wrong
Just lift your head up to the sun
Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

Time and time again we keep making the same mistakes throughout all history
Maybe this is the chance we've all been waiting for to build a better world for you and me
There is no mystery

Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love
Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

Rock you, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love

Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love
Rock you, rock me, rock on

Rock you, rock me, rock on
Have faith, have hope, have love
Rock you, rock me, rock on!

. . .


My makeup is dry and it cracks 'round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't bite and the tigers won't roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

. . .


R.Davies

Picture yourself when you're getting old
Sat by the fireside pondering on.

Picture book, pictures of your mama taken by your papa a long time ago
Picture book of people with each other to prove they love each other a long time ago
Na, na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na, na na
Picture book
Picture book.

A picture of you in your birthday suit
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.

Picture book, your mama and your papa and fat old Uncle Charlie out cruising with these friends
Picture book, a holiday in August, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny Southend
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago
Na, na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na, na na
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book.

Picture book
Na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo
Picture book
Na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo

Picture book, pictures of your mama taken by your papa a long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

. . .


D. Davies

I get the feeling it ain't over
I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
And my heart's beating like a drum.

I get the feeling it ain't over
I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
Well my heart's bustin' with this love.

I bet you're wondering why I'm here
For the spiritual change, the transformation is clear
This is the time I've waited for all my life
There's a fire in my soul burning deep inside.

I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
And my heart's beating like a drum.

I close my eyes, what do I see ?
See thousands of faces staring straight at me
I want to run, I want to hide but there's no escape
Maybe this is the way that it's supposed to be.

I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
And my heart's beating like a drum.

Is the cat too fat ? Is the dude too old ?
…………… and the streets were not all gold
Was it all divine inspiration or just some silly hopes ?
You're looking for solutions but you won't be told.

I close my eyes to meditate
Is this all too much ? Is it all too little, too late ?
I feel the universe breath inside of me
Telling me this is the way that it's supposed to be.

I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
And my heart's beating like a drum.

I get the feeling it ain't over
I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
Well my heart's beating like a drum.

I get the feeling it ain't over
I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
My heart's beating like a drum.

I get the feeling it ain't over
I get the feeling it ain't over 'till it's done
Well my heart's beating like a drum.

. . .


D. Davies

There's a bug in my brain and driving me insane
There's a bug in my mind of an alien kind
All the right is all wrong and the wrong is all right
Gotta act, get it back, I'm losing my track

The last will be first and the first will be last
I got a bug in my mind of an implant kind
Got a bug in my mind of an implant kind
I'll be the bug up your arse
I'll be the bug up your arse
I'll be the bug up your ass
I'll be the bug up your ass!

Believe it
Remove it
You can't see it

Before I die, open my eyes
Let me see the world in all its wonder
Let me see clear, life without fear
Realizing the oneness of all life

Believe it
You can't see it

Alien communication
Alien communication
Neuro-transmission, triggered by electronic magnetic impulse wave
Intrusion, infusion, confusion, delusion
Who can I turn to, to find a solution?

Got a bug in my mind of an implant kind
Electronic device, and I'm paying the price
I gotta fight back, I'm-a under attack
Got a bug in my mind that's driving me wild
Got a bug in my mind of an implant kind
I'll be the bug up your arse
I'll be the bug up your arse
I'll be the bug up your ass
I'll be the bug up your ass!

Believe it
Remove it
You can't see it

Before I die, open my eyes
Let me see the world in all its wonder
Let me see clear, life without fear
Realizing the oneness of all life

Not very nice, DNA splice
Doing not what they should
It would be good if they all could
Just leave us alone

It would be good if they all would
Just leave us alone

Believe it
Remove it

. . .

Transformation 2

[No lyrics]

. . .


D.Davies

All the stories have been told of kings and days of old but there's no England now
All the wars that were won and lost, somehow don't seem to matter very much anymore
All the lies we were told, all the lies of the people running round, they're castles have burned
I see change but inside we're the same as we ever were.

Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?
Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?
Living on a thin line
Living this way, each day is a dream
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?
Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?

Now another century nearly gone
What are we gonna leave for the young ?
What we couldn't do, what we wouldn't do
It's a crime but does it matter ?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you ?
Yes it really, really matters
Yes it really, really matters.

Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?
Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?

Now another leader says
Break their hearts and break some heads
Is there nothing we can say or do ?
Blame the future on the past
Always lost in bloody guts
And when they're gone, it's me and you.

Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?
Living on a thin line, ooh
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do ?
Living on a thin line, ooh, ooh.

Ooh.

. . .


R. Davies

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I'd be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

Father Christmas, give us some money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys

But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas, please hand it over
We'll beat you up, so don't make us annoyed

Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

. . .


R.Davies

Girl, you really got me goin'
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin'
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night.

Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin', now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night.

You really got me
You really got me
You really got me.

See, don't ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night.

Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin', now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night.

You really got me
You really got me
You really got me.

Oh no...

See, don't ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night.

Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin', now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night.

You really got me
You really got me
You really got me.

. . .

Outro

[No lyrics]

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