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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


Ooh La La (1973)
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wait a minute honey
I donÂ’t think the joke's so too funny
no I stayed up all night
checking out the doctor's guide

wait a minute honey
stop pretending you're a bunny
well I might've guessed
you been to see a specialist

I remember you said
that we gotta keep a breast of time
but obviously you don't know
where to draw the line, well

don't try to tell me it's a-what you been eating
since when have you been forty-four around
get on with the song, yeah

dig this, at the Moulin Rouge tell you baby
we could knock'em dead
just sign right here all I need is ten per cent

well, now you make me feel like a pimp in the White House
for a senator's daughter youÂ’re stealing all the headline news
all the headline news

oh shake me, shake me, shake me up all night long
we all need a laugh and I guess you're just the one
well you got more front than Haig Museum
oh home grown silicone
you really got the best of me

you really got the best of me

. . .


(Ron Wood/Rod Stewart/Ian McLagan 1973)

Oh Cindy ain't you noticed that several of your friends have moved on
And the street outside is just a little too quiet
And your local papers (the Berkshire and Windsor annoyance)
run out of news
I'm not persuading you or disengaging you
But Cindy you and me we've got to move
Can you refuse, no time to lose
We'll hit the high road early this morning
So don't be late, don't hesitate
This dream can pass just as fast as lightning
And Cindy and incidentally baby ain't putting you on
Can you refuse, no time to lose
We'll hit the high raod early this morning
So don't be late, don't hesitate
This dream can pass just as fast as lightning
Oh Cindy don't you worry 'cause between us we can make it through
There ain't nothing no no nothing in the world I can do without you
So Cindy get your coat on leave the rent with the gent in the penthouse
Turn your music so loud let's attract a big crowd
We'll drink a round to this town and bid goodbye

. . .


(Ronnie Lane, Rod Stewart)

Last night I was woken by my cry
Had a dream just as plain as you and I
Saw the morning sun on a woodland in the spring
Still hear the echo crashing through the trees
Oh when I saw you down I fell upon my knees

You and I we were wearing Southern Grey
I called to you but I used another name
I beat the ground and I cried out in your pain
Through a scarlet door I watched you slipping away
And your brother's helpless prayers were all in vain

Last night I was woken by my cry

. . .


take me like you find me
don't try to change me
you know better than that
take me as you see me
don't try to hide me
I ain't used to that
shout it out loud
put a bomb in a crowd
if I got something to say
there's nothing that can stop me
I can't let it lay

if I have to fall on my head
every night of the week
it's gonna be my fault and no one else
if everything goes wrong
when I'm singing my song
it's gonna be my fault and no one else

there ain't nothing you can do about it
I've sat and thought it over
don't try to help me
I was just born this way

yes I was born this way
I ain't gonna change for nobody
ooh, never, never gonna change

so if everything goes wrong
and I drink all night
it's gonna be my fault and no one else
people don't change just over night
it ain't natural
so don't break it kindly, don't hypnotize me
I just won't understand
take me like you find me
don't try to change me
you know better than that

oh don't you know better than that
oh don't you know better than that

say I'm just a fool, that's alright
never try to change me or rearrange me, oh yeah

. . .


cell block five, how I hate Bromide
with your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile
the corner gang never made a man of me boy

you know the walls are tall and the inmates scheme
there's no one here thatÂ’s more than seventeen
bet your life there's a riot tonight in the messhall, listen

a letter from your home town makes you sad
you read it when the wardens had a second laugh
he said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy

see the years roll on by
such a senseless waste of time
what a way to reform
call out your number, who's a nonconformer
not me baby, oh yeah

Shakey Brown didn't hang around
when a Molotow didn't do its stuff
you went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun

you know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
if he did you were hit by a downtown tram
or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator

see the years roll on by
such a senseless waste of time
what a way to reform
call out your number, who's a nonconformer
not me baby, oh yeah

when I get out, I'll get straight
if this old world gives me half a break
but, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
don't blame me, don't blame me baby, no, no

got to make a break for the county line

. . .

Fly In The Ointment

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Rod Stewart & Ronnie Lane)

If I'm late, darling, don't hesitate
Just go without me and I'll see you there anyway
If I miss you at the station
I want you on that train

I don't want a sad sack
'Cause I'll be there come what may
Leave a message with the porter
Or leave it at the gate
Just let me know that you're aboard her
Just a word to know that you're safe

I walk from Maryland to Silvertown
I hoped to catch you in the street
I must have missed you by a moment dear
I tried the place we alway meet

So if I'm late darling, don't hesitate
Go on your own some
And I'll catch you there anyway
I might lose some time babe
But if I do
I'll make amends in an hour
When I'm laying down beside you

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Thank you kindly
For thinking of me
If I'm not smiling
I'm just thinking

Glad and sorry
Happy or sad
When all is done and spoken
You're up or I'm down

Can you show me a dream
Can you show me one that's better than mine
Can you stand it in the cold light of day
Neither can I

[repeat]

. . .


(Ronnie Lane)

I close my eyes and ignore all the signs
I'm walking 'round in circles
I've closed my ears and believed my own lies
And break the silence always

I make a lot of words, big storm in the air
All 'round your hair it's blowing
Just leave it be and it will all blow away
The weather's always changing

You can go if you want to
I don't own you, go be wild
Leave my hand, it's wide open
So's the door evermore

It hurts me more to think I'll keep you in chains
Than if you were to leave me.
I am what you are and I'm running too,
All for the open prairie.

So you can go if you want to
I don't own you, go be wild
Leave my hand it's wide open
So's the door forevermore.

. . .


Poor old Granddad, I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
he spoke of women's ways
they'll trap you when they use you
before you even know
for love is blind and you're far too kind
don't ever let it show

I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was stronger

the can-can such a pretty show
will steal your heart away
but backstage back on earth again
the dressing rooms are grey
they come on strong and it ain't too long
for they make you feel a man
but love is blind and you soon will find
you're just a boy again

when you want her lips, you get her cheek
makes you wonder where you are
if you want some more then she's fast asleep
leaves you twinkling with the stars
poor young grandson there's nothing I can say
you'll have to learn, just like me
and that's the hardest way

ooh la la
ooh la la, la la, yeah

I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was stronger

. . .


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