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Rick Springfield Album


with Tim Pierce & Bob Marlette
Sahara Snow (1997)
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(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

The alarm goes off, another Monday morning
Just one more time you wake up in this mess
And baby it scares you but you catch yourself
You do whatever you do to face the test
I know you feel alone in this great big world machine
It's crazy, but maybe there's a soul somewhere out there
who's just like you now what are you waiting for
Baby don't mourn what might have been,
here's the only world we're living in
This is the modern world , This is the modern world

This is the modern world, and this is all it's going to be,
Living in the modern world...
Yeah, The telephone rings, another faceless caller
You're not a soul you're just a number
You're looking at families living on the street
Where mama can't buy her baby enough to eat
We all feel alone, in this great big world machine
But baby, just maybe listen to your heart
I don't know just what you're waiting for
Cause baby here's just where you begin,

. . .


(Springfield)

Rovianne, Rovianne
When I breathe I swear that I could draw you in
I hide my feelings but the veil is thin
It'd fall at the touch of your fingers or the smell of your skin
Late at night, sometimes I have to ease my heat
I see your body burning on my sheet
It fades and the heat still lingers, I want to see you again
(here she comes) Yeah I watch her walk on by
(here she comes) And I see her hair in the sun
(here she comes) I know she's a little shy
(Rovianne) My heart bangs like a drum
with a message to Rovianne
Rovianne, I'd do anything to be your lover
Yeah, Rovianne, Rovianne
Though it's bitter and sweet
You've got me dancing in the street
Here she comes, that Mona Lisa smile is on her face
With that body and that animal grace
I want to go through your armour like a hurricane
(here she comes) Yeah I watch her walk on by
(here she comes) And I see her hair in the sun
(here she comes) I know she's a little shy
(Rovianne) My heart bangs like a drum

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(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

I'm the king of the city of broken hearts
I'll let you in, But nobody's gotten out alive yet
No saint, no sinner, no sinner, no saint
But they've all come looking for some satisfaction
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain
No I cant give you what you want
But I can give you what you need baby
I'll be your lover but I'm not your friend
Cause when your heart it breaks
Wont be 'round long enough to pick it up
Yeah baby
I've lived a scandalous life
Don't try to change it and don't mistake it
I've lived a scandalous life
And in the end I'll be the one to take your heart and break it
Sure enough, you've got men with more money and grace
I'll make love 'till the sweat's running down my face
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain
Yeah you've got it if your looking for some action
I'll take you to heaven
Heaven and hell
Though I don't give you what you want
I can give you what you need baby
Though you just might regret somebody like me
But when your legs are shaking
You'll know I know just how to serve it up

. . .


(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

(Satisfy the flesh)..
(Yeah baby Oh Oh Psychoactive)
Hey little sister, I don't understand what you did.
I'm hot enough to blister,
maybe this is just some kind of foolish
game my mind is playing.
One voice it cries a warning.
Half of me's already there
and half of me ain't got the stuff.
My love it's out of control.
I tell you because of what she does to my soul.
With all these fantasies she's triggering.

Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual.
She know how to fire my imagination.
She's got to be Psychoactive.
The fact is everything's a fantasy.
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girl's so
Psychoactive.
Hey little sister, I still sleep alone in my bed.
What's wrong with this picture?
Could be this is nothing but my fantasy.
Am I crazy? One voice says its trouble
Part of me just wants to run
and part of me just wants to fight.
Split decision again in my bed.
Another sweet vision coming on in my head
Imagination she's triggering....

Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual.
She know how to fire my imagination.
She's got to be Psychoactive.
The fact is everything's a fantasy.
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girl's so
Psychoactive.
(She said she loves you...She said she loves you...)
My love it's out of control.
I tell you because of what she does to my soul.
With all these fantasies she's triggering.

Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual.
She knows how to fire my imagination.
She's got to be Psychoactive.
The fact is everything's a fantasy.
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girl's so

. . .


(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce, Dubin)

If I see one more smilingface in a magazine
If I see one more pretty girl on my TV screen
Everybody's pretending, future's burning real bright
All good children go to heaven, God's Still on our side
He's gonna make it up to you, He's gonnamake it up to you
Baby in this life...
So much pain in the faces that we wear behind the smiles
We keep too much inside, way too much inside
Baby stand up and be the one to testify
Is everybody happy? NO!
Is everybody happy? NO!
Is everybody happy? I don't think so...
If I hear one more lover promise me everything
If I hear one more lonesome ol' cowboy start to sing
Everybody's elected to carry the party song
You can't be too protected baby, you can't be too strong
Never let 'em get to you, never let 'em get to you
Baby in this life
We live in a quiet kind of desperation here
We lock it up inside, lock it up inside
Baby get on up and be the one to testify

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(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

Well I miss you yeah, but I don't really miss your touch
Not too much
Send your love express, but I don't need it all that much
Not too much
You know it's true, you know it's true
I don't miss your fascinating conversation
And there's more room in the bed now that your gone
Don't tell me I miss your smile, you know me baby
This is the real deal and you know just what I've missed
You get my gist, the thing is this

Baby I miss your kiss
The truth is this (you just can't miss)
I don't want to be fooling around (miss your kiss)
Baby I miss your kiss (trust me on this)
If I had my wish couldn't ask for more
Miss your kiss
Now when I get home if you still want to talk all night
That's alright
And I want it known if you just want to turn out the light
I won't fight
I'll make love to you, make love to you...If you want to
You know baby anything goes
And I'll even get you breakfast in your bed
As long as I get my fix
You know it baby, I'm missing the real thing
And you know just what that is.
If I resist just slap my wrist

Baby I miss your kiss
The truth is this (you just can't miss)
I don't want to be fooling around (miss your kiss)
Baby I miss your kiss (trust me on this)
If I had my wish couldn't ask for more
Miss your kiss
I know what I want, and what I don't have
What I won't give for your kiss
Nothing better, nothing better
If you hear me say 'Yeah yeah'

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(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

(When things get hot) Oh my love
(When things get hot) I know you like the heat
(When things get hot) When things get much too much
(When things get hot)
So tell me why do you always run from me
baby, like you do
Cause where there's smoke there's fire
I tell you love will never stay
when you're paying the games you play
Suzanne, I understand maybe you're scared to see
Just what your life really means to me
Suzanne, what will it take
to make you stop giving up on love
When things get hot, Suzanne
(When things get hot) Oh my love
(When things get hot) Do you keep your cool?
(When things get hot) Things get too hot to touch
(When things get hot)
So tell me what are you holding out for now
baby, like you do
I'm walking on that wire
How can I get through,
there must be something more than I can do?
Suzanne, I understand maybe you're scared to see
Just what your life really means to me
Suzanne, what will it take
to make you stop giving up on love
When things get hot, Suzanne
I see the look in your eyes,
I don't know why you fight it
You work so hard to deny, it's crazy
Why do you play it safe?
Baby wake up and have some faith
Baby I tell you true all the love will come back to you
Suzanne, this can't be all there is to this?
Suzanne, I 'll give so much to you if you don't resist
Suzanne, I understand maybe you're scared to see
Just what your life really means to me
Suzanne, what will it take
to make you stop giving up on love

. . .


(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

Everynight I go to sleep, you're there baby inside my head.
What's the secret that you keep.
It's not fair baby, I toss in bed.
One night I had the strangest dream.
Dreamt I made love to you. You better believe it,
it felt so real.
Spent the night in the sea of love.
It's crazy the attraction that I feel, now baby.
It hit like a heart attack, I feel in my soul.
But the train's running off the track and I can't get control
Sleepwalking in the house of love
I heard Saint Peter was calling.
As I was making love to you.
Dreamed that I'd died and gone to heaven.
I woke up in your arms.
Dreamed that I died and gone to heaven.
Nothing now will ever be the same.
Saint Peter call me back again.
Take me there baby, you got me good.
I want to hear his choir of angels sing.
I say a prayer baby, I knock on wood.
That everynight I wake up restless from the heat.
You got to believe I never had such a physical dream baby.
It's built on sacred ground, your image in my head.
So I lay my body down on the alter of my bed.
I wait in the house of love and hope for sleep to come calling
So I'll be making love to you.
Dreamed that I'd died and gone to heaven.
I woke up in your arms.
Dreamed that I died and gone to heaven.
Nothing now will ever be the same.
Dreamed I'd died and gone to heaven,
dreamed my life was through.
Dreamed I'd died and gone to heaven, woke in love with you.
It hit like a heart attack, it came from out of nowhere.
But the train's running off the track on a fragile wing and a
prayer.
Sleepwalking in the house of love I heard Saint Peter was calling.

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(Springfield, Spiro)

Look at me baby, tell me what you see
Am I the one you love or am I your enemy?
You can turn your head, I can wash my hands
But I've got to know where you stand
'Cause sometimes I feel like a stranger in my house
And I wonder who's lying with me
I'm seeing ghosts walking round in the hallways
And they look like we used to be
When I look in the mirror I see
A stranger in my house
A stranger in my house
We built this house of love, it was safe inside these walls
But if love isn't living here, this house will surely fall
We've got to scream, we've got to fight
Do anything to make it alright
We can scream it
Got to work it out and find the book of love
We can shout it out
Got to open up and shed a little blood
It's raining on the outside but the house has sprung a leak
I can take it, you can hit me
I can turn the other cheek
Got to do anything we got to do baby, baby look at where
we've been
We can build it up, we can tear it down

. . .


(Springfield, Marlette, Pierce)

Baby you need sexual healing, you're damn right
Got bedroom lovers up to the ceiling, day and night
It's not that it's wrong but it sure ain't right
All your lovers walk on water for one night
In the morning you run for the border in plain sight,
Is that all you want, one more man, one more night?
Yeah, this is your New Lover,
Same as the old lover
Everybody knows it does nothing for your soul
You're just another passion junkie,
This is your new lover
What you need and what you want are two things
I dont want to be the confidante of your sins
I don't want the stories, you know it stings
Hear you come walking with another handsome man
I'm tired of your show baby, don't you understand
I'll be your new lover
I'll be your new lover
I'll be your new lover
Not like the old lover
I know I can give you something for your soul
Don't have to be a passion junkie

. . .


(Silverman, Watson)

Tonight, you cried out I heard your call
from the child inside your soul
An SOS heaven help the sender
And tonite I wish we weren't so far apart
Because the beating of this heart it telling
you, you can't surrender
I know it's hard for you, you know it's hard for me
If you can keep believing there's a place
I know someday we'll be
Somewhere in the silent morning
Somewhere out beyond the sea of blue
There is a dream that's calling
Somewhere there is a place for me and you
Me and you
So near, I watch the city lights go out
And I know without a doubt that you and I
tonight somehow have spoken
And here, across the miles so far away
I cross my heart and pray
that a promise made will not be broken
The words are in my head, but they're hard for me to say
Sometimes alone the power of what I feel
can take my breath away
And if the wait's too long there
let your heart be strong there

. . .


(Springfield)

Lust shows her pretty face and cupid hits his mark
and I have no time to say
I am not ready for this
Insipid smile on my face and a dumb remark, I trip,
slip, slide over the precipice
I got the right map baby but the wrong direction
I'm staring at the TV set trying to right this wrong
I didn't cast my vote, it was a fixed election
Somebody tripped the switch and the light came on
Now I can't make it stop, I cant make it stop, I cant make it stop
It's true and I can't explain
just what makes her so different
I should feel wonderful, but I don't feel wonderful
And I don't want to carry this weight myself
You tell me I look bad
Hey what do you mean by that?
Cause I'm addicted and I can't help myself
My wing and a prayer nose dives into the street
and the hang the disturbed sign outside my door
I twist my fingers and I shuffle my feet
My friend Dr. Robert said there is no cure
I got the right rat baby but the wrong dissection
I'm staring at the TV set trying to write this song
I didn't seek this mountain or this insurrection
I just entered somewhere beautiful I don't belong
I can't make it stop, I can't make it stop, I can't make it stop
It's true and I can't explain just what makes her so different
I don't want this, fucked up pearl, I cannot take this

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