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Ronnie Wood
Ronnie Wood


Background information
Birth name Ronald David Wood
Born June 1, 1947
Born place Hillingdon, London, England
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Blues
Rock
Years active 1964—present
Associated acts Red Hot Chili Peppers
Pearl Jam
The Birds
The Creation
The Jeff Beck Group
The Rolling Stones
The Insects
The New Barbarians
Faces
Website Website



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Ronnie Wood Album


Gimme Some Neck (1979)
1979
1.
2.
3.
Delia
4.
5.
6.
7.
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9.
10.
Lost and Lonely
11.
. . .


My life was once filled with anger
So much anger and grief
Now I found a spirit
Let him into my heart
It' s the only thing that gives me relief

Jealousy 'n fear live with me daily
I was always afraid of getting lost
Once was surely blind
But now it's all behind
I can see all the bridges I have crossed

When the devil comes around
He's gonna be knock knock knock knocking
Knocking at your front door
You gotta go out and greet him
Greet him with a smile
Sayin' "Devil, I don't worry no more"

Jealousy 'n fear live with me daily
I was always afraid of getting lost
Once was surely blind
But now it's all behind
I can see all the bridges I have crossed

When the devil comes around
He's gonna be knock knock knock knocking
Tryin' tear down your door
You gotta go out and greet him
Greet him with a smile
Sayin' "Devil, I don't worry no more"

My life was once filled with anger
So much anger and grief
Now I found a spirit
Let him into my heart
It' s the only thing that gives me relief

And I ain't gonna worry no more
Ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna worry
ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna worry
ain't gonna worry
ain't gonna worry no more.

. . .


Gotta stand firm go by what I say
If you don't you'll never make a move out anyway
All that hassle to move away
You'll soon know when you hit USA
??? in-re-hole??
???? L.A.

They took my guitars away
I got nothing to play
Except for damage and debris
You get broken hearts for free
I wouldn't emphasize so much
If I didn't know just where to touch
Maybe for you the hurt is so good
Maybe you like it so much

Must be breaking your heart
Knowing that you have to leave
You have to listen what I say
Gonna put it really clean
To get something good you gotta want it really bad
To get something good you gotta want it really bad

This is where you need to learn
All you care about what's gone down before
You must have gone low down crazy
In order to get real wise
You got to stand firm, believe
Believe and follow your nose
Because the market is much to tough
And nobody cares enough
When your down on your luck
It's gonna have you off your knees
You have to listen what I say
Gonna put it really clean
It must be breaking your heart
Knowing that you have to leave
You have to listen what I say
Gonna through it really clean
To get something good you gotta want it really bad
To get something good you gotta want it really bad

Well, are you never gonna need
To be helped up off your knees
I think you surely know what I mean
You're never gonna need
To be helped up off your knees
You must have gone low down crazy
In order to get real wise
You must have gone low down crazy
In order to get really wise
Surely can't hurt you
Come on there I know from facts
It must be breaking your heart

. . .

Delia

[No lyrics]

. . .


Tired of meeting on my terms?
Too many low joints involved
Don't stick on me all your hurts
Stop for a while and just listen:

You're a good looking woman
Don't you know you're too young to die
Crazy looking mama
Don't you know you're too young to die

Well you should have been buried alive
'cause you're far to pretty to lie
Well you should have been buried alive
'cause you're far to pretty to die

You're knifing me where it hurts
I can only take so much
I would follow you a thousand miles
You're much to perfect to lose

Crazy looking mama
Don't you know you're too young to die
Crazy looking mama
Would have been better to lie
Well you should'a been buried alive
'cause you're far too pretty to die
Well you should have been buried alive
'cause you're far to pretty to die

Far too pretty to lie lie lie
Far too pretty to lie lie lie
Far too pretty to lie lie lie
Far to pretty far too pretty

Well you should'a been buried alive
'cause you're far too pretty to die
Well you should have been buried alive
'cause you're far to pretty to die

. . .


She told me I may as well slumber alone
I don't know where the woman got this idea from
Known her for years, she never did me any wrong
Why, she hardly gave me time to sleep: she was hot

Are you wondering now or is that a pencil in your pocket?
If that ain't a problem, boy, then what's your excuse
Don't be bashful, you can confide in me
I've know you long enough to say ask --I don't bite.

Ask me is it easier for some?
Is it sooner said than done?
Is it over before it's begun?
Yeah yeah

Seems to me that your failure's caused by something
Other than the same old line again:
"I must have had too much to drink"
What did she say she need just when it struck her
I'll stick it behind my ear and smoke it later

Was there anyone else there or maybe there really only one, well, well?
Wasn't it better she said, "Is that I ten you're hiding
Or are you enjoying the show?"
Seems to me that your failures caused by something
Other than the same excuse again
"I must have had too much to drink" well, well, well . . .

Tell me, am I good or am I bad
Do I get you off or do you hype it?
when I do it, do you like it?
Well, I almost. . .almost made you come
Almost made you come to realise. . .

Tell me, am I good or am I bad
Do I get you off or do you hype it?
when I do it, do you like it?
Well, I almost. . .almost made you come
Almost made you come to realise. . .

. . .


She once called me a tender man
She was sorry she spoke
She found out later
I was not true to that word
Well, woman had a wise concern
No way.
You are my infection, can never tell where you've been
You are my infection, I can't lose you out of my life

Baby was hungry
baby was always acting bored
????
Well I found a way to carry on
You are my infection, can never tell where ya been
You are my infection, I can't get you out of my life

You killing all the life here
but it's really to turn it up (not too sure about these two lines)
You saved me all a bad break
But I've been hanging around for more
Don't tell me you're sorry
You are my infection, things'll never be the same
You are my infection, so don't come round again

Bad dreams, nightmares are with me all the time
But when I catch you, I'll need you so hard
You'll be running like a bat out of hell
You'll be running from the dark like ??
Burning, burning
Make sure those bad times get back to you some day
You are my infection, things will never be the same
You are my infection, so don't come round again

You are my infection, things will never be the same
You are my infection, so don't come round again
You are my infection, I can't get you out of my life
You are my infection, so don't come round again
You are my infection, I can't get you out of my life
I can't get you out of my life

. . .


Seven days, seven more days she'll be comin'
I'll be waiting at the station for her to arrive
Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive.

She been gone ever since I been a child
Ever since I seen her smile, I ain't forgotten her eyes.
She had a face that could outshine the sun in the skies.

I been good, I been good while I been waitin'
Maybe guilty of hesitatin', I just been holdin' on
Seven more days, all that'll be gone.

There's kissing in the valley,
Thieving in the alley,
Fighting every inch of the way.
Trying to be tender
With somebody I remember
In a night that's always brighter'n the day.

Seven days, seven more days that are connected
Just like I expected, she'll be comin' on forth,
My beautiful comrade from the north.

There's kissing in the valley,
Thieving in the alley,
Fighting every inch of the way.
Trying to be tender
With somebody I remember
In a night that's always brighter'n the day.

. . .


Maybe I'm right
And you're wrong it doesn't matter
In the course of our lifetimes
You'll surely start running away
We'll wait and see about that

But if you don't stay with me, baby
Well, if you don't stay with me baby
I'll be right there in your mirror
When you get old
And we all get old

Time washes it in
And the high tide takes it out again
I've seen you trying to bail out
Trying to cast your stone
I seen you trying to flag that cab

But if you don't stay with me, darling
If you don't stay with me baby
I'll be right there in your mirror
When you get old
And we all get old

I may not like to be rushed (?)
And I don't like to be hurt (cursed? purged?)
And you I don't like to be turned into anything
Why don't you keep my phone number in mind
Why don't you keep my phone number in mind
For I'll be right there in your mirror
When we get old
And we all get old

. . .


Let me tell you 'bout someone who's no pleasure to meet
You wouldn't offer her a back seat
Just 'cause her father's a vicar who is full of pulpit
There is no one sicker, spells S.H. one T.

Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot
A night time slicker,
an A.R licker (A.R. slicker? A.S.S. licker?)
A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
Her C.U.M. really do you in
So don't you try to F.U.C. her
If I wouldn't touch her with mine

Well she went to California, turned everybody off
Sure has a nice way of F'ing things up
She used to make all the guys cream
In her ice blue jeans and that jar of Vaseline

Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot
A night time slicker, an A.R. licker,
A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
Her C.U.N. really do you in

That's what I say if you try this for size
So her destiny lies now in the pit of fate
One of those strange people you just love to hate
She is S.I.C., she is deranged
Even her poor old banker was short changed

She looks real cute when she puts in the boot
A night time? slicker, an A.R.? licker,
A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
Her C.U.N. really do you in
So don't you try to F.U.C. her
If I wouldn't touch her with mine

Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot
A night time? slicker, an A.R licker (slicker?)
A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
Her C.U.N. really do you in
So don't you try to F.U.C. her
If I wouldn't touch her with mine
So don't you try to F.U.C. her
If I wouldn't touch her with mine
If you wanna risk F.U.C. her, try this for size

. . .

Lost and Lonely

[No lyrics]

. . .


Don't worry ooh, don't worry (no, no, no)
Don't worry ooh, don't worry (no, no, no)
Very thin line, between madness and sanity
I wish to choose my friends, instead of them choosing me
Livin' here ain't easy, you see
It's a fool who thinks he's in good company
Get showered with everything you don't need
Convinced of stayin' out another sleepless night
Then when you finally do fall out
Just when the time ain't right
A voice like a saxophone will break your dream

Let me tell you sister
So whatever you do, let it breeze right over your head
Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare let it get ya
Don't dare let it get ya, don't dare let it get ya
Don't worry if he beats you too hard (no, no, no)
Don't worry standin' out in the yard (no, no, no)
Don't worry if it's too much, too soon (no, no, no)
Don't worry it'll be over soon (no, no, no)

Too fast and too hard, that's how you hit it
Too soon and too hard, that's how you live
Get yourself some music that's as hard as this life
Get yourself some hip shakin' belly achin'

Head shakin' home breakin' baby makin' love makin' music
Too much, too soon you sure consume it
Too fast and too hard, that's how you hit it
Too much, too soon, that's how you live

Don't worry, no, no, no,
Don't worry, no, no, no, please
Don't worry, no, no, no,
Don't worry, no, no, no,
Don't worry, no, no, no, don't dare let it get ya
Don't worry, no, no, no, don't dare let it get ya
Don't worry, no, no, no, if he hits you too hard
Don't worry, no, no, no, if it's too much, too soon
Don't worry, no, no, no, if it knocks you over
Don't worry, no, no, no, if it's too fast and too hard
Don't worry, no, no, no, if it's back breakin' baby makin'
Don't worry, no, no, no, that's what they say!

. . .


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