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Faces
Faces


Background information
Origin England
Genre(s) Rock
Blues Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) Mercury Records
Associated acts The Jeff Beck Group
The Rolling Stones
Small Faces
Free
The Who
The Jones Gang
Simply Red
Sex Pistols
Website Website
Members
Ronnie Wood
Kenney Jones
Ian McLagan
Glen Matlock
Mick Hucknall
Former members
Rod Stewart
Ronnie Lane
Tetsu Yamauchi



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Faces Album


First Step (1970)
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Pineapple And The Monkey
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Looking Out The Window
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(Bob Dylan)

There was a wicked messenger
from Eli he did come,
With a mind that multiplied
the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
he answered with a thumb.
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter

He stayed behind the assembly hall,
it was there that he made his bed,
Oftentimes he could be seen returning.
Until one day he just appeared
with a note in his hand which read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning".

The leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told these last few words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"

. . .


(Ronnie Lane)

So good to be with
the people that know you.
It's good to hear
the things that they say,
At times when you are with them.
So good to note
my strength is growing from day to day,
There's not a thing
I try to do without you

Troubled times of pain that come
I take them any old day.
You come and you wash them all away

Everywhere you sing in everything,
and I try by remembering
all the things that you said to me,
from within all you did for me.
Just one word.

. . .


(Ron Wood, Ronnie Lane)

I shake and I shudder and I shiver
in my bath while it's cold and my windows are broken,
as my poor dog lays a-chokin' on the floor.

I cried to my father and my mother,
there's no justice divine,
I wonder when I get mine.
'cause I'm so sick and tired of waitin' for the Lord.

I find just what it is I'm looking for

There's a man wants to show me the river.
Hoofing at five I'll be more dead than alive.
I find a reason to survive when I'm too old.

Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder
on a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ?
Will I find just what it is I'm looking for ?

. . .


(Ronnie Lane)

Once I was a stone many years ago
Into a pool was thrown many years ago.
Time passed by, the pool ran dry, excavated was I.
And tempered and beat in a fiery heat,
By the hand of a man, who's name was Dan
Dan the blacksmith.

Once I was a sword, many years ago.
And my blade was broad, many years ago.
Worn with pride, into battle I'd ride at a warrior's side.
And I cut and I killed and was lost in a field,
And I soon did rust, corrode to dust,
Oh my.

Once I was a daisy, many years ago.
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago.
But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat and forgetting to float
He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead,
But was relieved to find just how kind it all was.

Once I was a grub, many years ago.
I lived in muck and mud, many years ago.
But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune.
When the Good Lord was done in the warmth of the sun.
I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I flew away.

Once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival.
And once I was a carp and lived in waters ornamental.
And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bible,
Said "pretty boy, pretty boy, St. Luke".

Once I was a mule, a many years ago.
But my master treat me cruel, a many years ago.
By and by I was sick, couldn't move to his kick, so he took out a stick
And hit it right 'cross my back to an almighty crack,
And to his dismay, I passed away, into the blue.

I was born a human baby, many years ago.
I was born unto a lady, many years ago.
All our hopes they were piled on the back of a child that turned out to be wild.
Sent the devil a prayer and caused the parson to swear.
So I took my leave to lie and thieve my way to jail.

I've been tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor.
I've known good times and disaster.
But now I've found a teacher, and the teacher has a master,
The master is perfection, so he'll help us get there faster.
I don't need no proof, because that's the truth, and I'll drink to that.

. . .


(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)

Woken up on mornings such as this
Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now.
Every night for a year I've slept alone.
Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no

Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.
I know I won't die soon, but then again I might,
Water down the drain, I'm wasting away.
Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me

Water down the drain goes to the sea,
The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me.
Moisture from the ocean fills the sky,
Come on down to the ground as the time goes by
I never found out the reason why
My parents had to lie
About the place that I was born
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by homemade law

. . .


(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

I'm flying
across the ocean
and I'm soaring
back home
to the place I was born
and probably raised.
And I'm flying
across the mountains and valleys,
back home to the one that I love so happily.

Can ya' blame me for feeling homesick
'cause I've been away such a very long long time
I served a while in the county jail
five years for being hungry tired and poor

On and on
yes I will follow
with your buttons and bows.

. . .

Pineapple And The Monkey

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood)

I'm waiting here in patience
Am I waiting all in vain?
Will I see you? Will I touch you?
Will I hear you call my name?
Come and make
Ten steps to every one step that I take

Nobody comes and nobody goes,
No one is happy, and no one has woes.
Everything lasting, ever the same,
Nothing is ending, nothing can change.

The Good Lord always has been,
Always will be ever the same.
And confusion mixed with illusion
All years only turn again
With one and one hundred names
Had all the rooms, our key is to change.

Nobody comes and nobody goes,
No one is happy and no one has woes,
Everything lasting, nothing can change,
Nothing is ending, ever the same

. . .

Looking Out The Window

[No lyrics]

. . .


I don't need no one's opinion
On the matter concerning my dress.
I was raised in a clinic down in Oklahoma,
There were many things I did not possess.
I never complained, because my father said,
"Son you'll get your chance before you're my age".
Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit
Written all over his face

He said, "Others may come and others may go,
But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'"
Three button hand me down
Three button hand me down

I had my fair share of neat women,
But they came between me and my suit.
That was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston,
Not forgetting the one in Detroit.
They said, "We like you boy and we think you're sweet,
But can't you lose your suit?"
I said, "No, you can't do that to me"
I remember what my father said:

He said, "Others may come and others may go,
But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'"
Three button hand me down, ha ha,
Three button hand me down

I've never been a tidy dresser
And the fold in my trousers it ain't straight.
Still I know a good cloth when I see one.
That's why I'm clad in this gray flannel suit.
Sometimes I wonder if I should visit a tailor
And get myself a smooth outfit.
Then I remember what my father said to me.
I'll make you from the open road

He said, "Others may come and others may go,
But that suit will be around wherever you go"
Three button hand me down,
Three button hand me down

. . .


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