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Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton


Background information
Birth name Eric Patrick Clapton
Born March 30, 1945
Born place Ripley, Surrey, England
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Blues Rock
Rock
Years active 1962—present
Label(s) Polydor
Reprise Records
Atco Records
Apple Records
Associated acts Paul McCartney
The Beatles
George Harrison
The Dirty Mac
The Plastic Ono Band
The Yardbirds
John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers
Eric Clapton's Powerhouse
Cream
Free Creek
Dire Straits
Blind Faith
Freddie King
Phil Collins
Delaney, Bonnie & Friends
Derek and the Dominos
Simon Climie
Jeff Beck
Steve Winwood
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Eric Clapton Album


Pilgrim (1998)
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Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.

Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
(My father's eyes.)
When I look in my father's eyes.
(My father's eyes.)

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
(My father's eyes.)
That's when I need my father's eyes.
(My father's eyes.)

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
(My father's eyes.)

(My father's eyes.)
(My father's eyes.)
I looked into my father's eyes.
(My father's eyes.)

. . .


Its 3 miles to the river,
That would carry me away,
And 2 miles to the dusty street,
That I saw you on Today,
Its 4 miles to my lonely room,
Where I will hide my face,
And about a half a mile to the downtown bar,
That I ran from in disgrace,
Lord how long do I have to keep on running,
Seven hours, Seven days or Seven years,
All I know is since youve been gone,
feels like Im drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears,
Drowning in a river,
feels like im drowning,
Drowning in a river,
In 3 more days I'll leave this town,
and dissapear without a trace,
A year from now maybe settle down,
Where no one knows my face,
I wish that I could hold you,
One more time to ease the pain,
But my times run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again,
Still I catch myself thinking,
One day I'll find my way back here,
You'll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears,
Drowning in a river,
Feels like Im drowning,
Drowning in a river
Oh how long must this go on,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears

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And how do I choose and where do I draw the line,
Between truth and necessary pain?
And how do I know and where do I get my belief,
That things will be all right again?
What words do I use to try and explain,
To those who have witnessed all my tears?
And what does it mean to know all these things,
When love's been wasted all these years
When love's been wasted all these years

Standing in the shadows
With my heart right in my hand
Removed from other people
Who could never understand
I was a pilgrim for your love
A pilgrim for your love
A pilgrim for your love
I was a pilgrim for your love

Its like living in a nightmare
like looking in a blackest hole
like standing one the edge of nothing
completely out of control
Now where have I been all these years
and how come I just couldn't see
like a blind man walking 'round in darkness
I was a pilgrim for your love
I was a pilgrim for your love

standing in the shadows with my heart right in my hand
the mood from other people who could never understand
standing in the shadows with my heart right in my hand
the mood from other people who could never understand
I was a pilgrim for your love
a pilgrim for your love...
I was a pilgrim for your love
a pilgrim for your love...
I was a pilgrim for your love
a pilgrim for your love...

. . .


by Eric Clapton and Greg Phillinganes

When the wind blows down this hard,
Many a bond is broken.
See the water lie on the ground
From where the heavens opened.

Lord, how will you get through this night
With your dreams departed?
And who alone will comfort you?
Only the broken hearted.

So you've gone beyond your means,
Every wound is open,
Your best laid plans are out of reach,
And all your fears unspoken.

Chorus

Sweet revenge is spoken then;
In the twilight it is gone.
To living lies with no escape,
Lord, I would rather be alone.

I press my fingers to the wood
To tell you of my dreaming,
To sing his songs from olden times,
To keep the love light gleaming.

'Cause there's a place where we can go,
Where we will not be parted.
And who alone will enter there?
Only the broken hearted.

Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.

. . .


(by Eric Clapton, Simon Clime)

Without wishing to cause you any pain,
I got to push on through, babe,
And if I take the chance of seeing you again,
I just don't know what I would do, baby.

And sometimes I think I'm gonna be just fine;
All I got to do is go through it, babe.
Then I hear those voices in the back of my mind,
Telling me over and over and over that I blew it babe.

You had one chance and you blew it.
You may never get another chance.
You had the floor and you knew it.
You can't blame it on your circumstance.

At the risk of causing you a little pain,
I'm going to have to forget you, babe,
'Cause you broke my heart, left it out in the rain
And you'd the same again if I let you, babe.

I would give anything to hold you in my arms,
But you know I can't do that, baby.
I guess I'll have to live with the choice that I have made
Even though deep down I still suspect that I blew it.

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus

. . .


Little man with his eyes on fire
And his smile so bright
In his hands are the toys you gave
To fill his heart with delight

And in the ring stands a circus clown
Holding up a knife
What you see and what you will hear
Will last you for the rest of your life

And it's sad, so sad
There ain't no easy way round
And it's sad, so sad
All you friends gather round
'Cause the circus left town

Little man with his heart so pure
And his love so fine
Stick with me and I'll ride with you
Till the end of the line

. . .


(by St. Louis Jimmy)

I have had my fun if I never get well no more.
I have had my fun if I never get well no more.
All of my health is failing;
Lord, I'm going down slow,

I'm going down slow.
Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in.
Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in.
Tell her to pray for me,
Forgive me for my sin,
For all of my sin.

On the next train south, look for my clothes back home.
On the next train south, look for my clothes back home.
'Cause all of my health is failing;
Lord, I'm going down slow,
I'm going down slow.

All of my health is failing;
Lord, I'm going down slow,
I'm going down slow.

Feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.
I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.
I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.
I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.
I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.

. . .


(by Eric Clapton)

Tell me why did I fall in love with you?
Tell me why did I fall in love with you?
Tore me all to pieces, cut me half in two.
Tell me why did I fall in love with you?

Tell me why do my tears fall like rain?
Tell me why do my tears fall like rain?
Tore me all to pieces, nothing else remains.
Tell me why do my tears fall like rain?

Worry, worry, worry;
Worry all day long.
Don't know where I'm going;
Don't know right from wrong.

Tell me why, tell me why.
Tell me why, tell me why.

First Verse

Second Verse

Fall like rain, fall like rain.
Fall like rain, fall like rain.
Fall like rain, fall like rain.
Fall like rain, fall like rain.

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In the lonely night,
In the stardust of a pale moonlight,
I think of you in black and white
When we were made of dreams.

I walked alone through the shaky streets,
Listening to my heart beat
In the record-breaking heat
When we were born in time.

Just when I thought you were gone, you came back
Just when I was ready to receive you.
You were smooth, you were rough,
You were more than enough.
Ah babe, why did I ever leave you
Or believe you?

In the rising curve,
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,
I took you close and got what I deserve
When we were born in time.

Just when I knew who to thank, you went blank
Just as the firelight was gleaming.
You were snow, you were rain,
You were stripes and you were plain.
Oh babe, can it be you've been scheming
Or was I dreaming?

In the hills of mystery,
In the foggy web of destiny,
You're still so deep inside of me
When we were born in time.

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(by Eric Clapton, Simon Clime)

I'm gonna buy me a parrot, baby,
And teach him how to call my name.
I'm gonna buy me a parrot, baby,
And teach him how to call my name.
Then I won't have to miss you baby
And I won't have you driving me insane.

I was in love with you, baby,
Till the day you brought me down so low.
I was in love with you, baby,
Till the day you brought me down so low.
You had me walking 'round in circles, baby;
I didn't know which way to go.

Oh, I'm so sick and tired of you baby,
I'm sick and tired of the way you carry on.
Lord, I'm sick and tired, baby,
Sick and tired of the way you carry on.
You can pack up all of your things, baby;
Hit the road, get out of here, be gone.

Now I'm gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the door.
I'm gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the bedroom door.
I may have to blow your brains out, baby,
Then you won't bother me no more.

. . .


by Eric Clapton

You left him standing in the pouring rain.
There's every chance he'll go insane.
And someone comes along and takes his hand.
He must have love, can't you understand that

He needs his woman,
He needs his woman,
And he needs his woman,
He needs his woman to love.

His hands are shaking and his head hangs down.
No peace of mind for him is found.
Break his heart and then you'll set him free.
Someone must save him, just you wait and see, but

Chorus

What will it take till you believe his love is real?
Nobody said he had to love you, now he always will.

He'll walk that lonely road again today.
The love he gave you, you threw away.
When all he wanted was a hand to hold.
His lonely world has grown so cold and

Chorus

Chorus

. . .


by Eric Clapton and Simon Climie

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the day,
She can make me feel all right and make it all okay.
She can make me feel so good by looking in my eye.
She can take me to the edge, take me to the sky.

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
I'm telling you she's gone.

She put her hands in my hair, put her kiss on my face.
She puts my heart in my mouth, my soul in its place.
Who could love me like she do? Who could even start to try?
She can love me more than you; I never wonder why.

Chorus

Chorus

Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple on a stream,
I see her float across my mind like a picture in a dream.

And the more that I know, seems the more that I care.
Give the world and all I own just to know that she's still there.
Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple in a stream,
But you're floating on my mind.

Chorus

Chorus

. . .


We made the distance,
Yeah, we made the day.
You made all the difference
'Cause you found the way.

Without your wisdom
Lord, where would we be
Lost in the wilderness,
Somewhere out at sea.

But you were there
Through the days of wine and madness,
When I'd always put you down.
You were there
Through my joys and my sadness
And you never let me down.

You found the meaning
And helped me to see
Where I was going to
All that I could be.

Without permission
You turned the key.
You climbed the prison wall
Deep inside of me.

You were there
Through the days of wine and madness
When I'd turn and put, put you down.
You were there
Through my joys and my sadness
And you never let me down.

You were there
Through the days of wine and madness
When I'd turn and put, put you down.
You were there
Through my joys and my sadness
And you never let me down.
Let me down.

You were there.
You were there.
You were there.

. . .


by Eric Clapton and Simon Climie

The point on the water, there's a change in the air,
A vibe in the darkness but there's nobody there.
I look for the reason but there's nothing to see,
Just a hole in my memory where my mind used to be.

Tell me why
Can I find no relief in my heart.
I reside
In a world that has fallen apart.

Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby,
Show me a way to get back on time, please.
Where do we go, baby, how will I know?
Who holds the key, is it hidden inside of me?

But why should I worry and why do I care
When this road that I walk on is going nowhere.
I stand and I study every face in the crowd,
See the fear in their eyes, they must be thinking out loud.

Chorus

Scratching the surface, it all looks the same;
A world full of anger with no one to blame.
But who can I turn to? Who holds the key?
And who has the answer? I think it's inside of me.

Chorus

Chorus

All things considered it looks as though Utopia were far closer to us than
anyone, only fifteen years ago, could have imagined. Then, I projected it six
hundred years into the future. Today it seems quite possible that the horror
may be upon us within a single century. That is, if we refrain from blowing
ourselves to smithereens in the interval. Indeed, unless we choose to
decentralize and to use applied science, not as the end to which human beings
are to be made the means, but as the means to producing a race of free
individuals, we have only two alternatives to choose from: either a number of
national militarized totalitarianisms, having as their root the terror of the
atomic bomb and as their consequence the destruction of civilization (or, if
the warfare is limited, the perpetuation of militarism); or else one
supranational totalitarianism, called into existence by the social chaos
resulting from rapid technological progress in general and the atomic
revolution in particular, and developing, under the need for efficiency and
stability, into the welfare-tyranny of Utopia. You pays your money and you
takes your choice.

{The quote is the final paragraph of the foreward to Aldous Huxley's "Brave
New World", transcribed here in its entirety.}

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