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Stephen Stills Album


Turnin' Back The Pages (2003)
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You Don't Love Me
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It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
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As I come of age
I keep fallin' down
And I feel just like a schoolboy
I was in a senseless rage
Runnin' too hard
And I tore you all to pieces

Yes but it's all over now
I'm a little bit older now
The lessons that I'm learnin' now
Gonna make it easy
Somehow

Now then can I try
Starting over
Put the pieces back together
Even as I cry bitter tears
I can see it's all a puzzle
A game
Always the same

By the time I die with the passing
If I've sorted out my changes
And if you could take the time
I would tell you that it's still a puzzle
The same
Always a game

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Strangest sort of feelin'
With me every day
Everybody wasted
A little more than they'd like to say

Worry 'bout tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost
In the way

When I was in prison
It was only yesterday
There were no longer cages
Still I had to stay

Think about tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost
And in the way

Never saw the stranger
Clouding up the day
Never understanding
Anything I say

Do you know the meaning
When you finally lose your way
Who will be your witness
Come to judgement day

Think about tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost
And in the way

. . .


New mama's got a son
In her eyes
No clouds are in my changing skies
Each morning when I
Get up to rise
I'm livin' in a dreamland

Changing times
Ancient reasons
That turn to lies
Throw them all away
Head in hand
Gift of wonders to
Understand
And open all the way

New mama's got a son
In her eyes
No clouds are in my changing skies
Each morning when I
Get up to rise
I'm livin' in a dreamland

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I been burned
By a cold empty fire
I been turned and led astray
But you learn
When you deal with a liar
It's a cold cold world
Cold world when it's
Your friends

I bee taken
Down a blind street
I been shaken and led astray
You awaken
With a bad bad feelin'
It's a cold cold world
When it's your friends

You might listen you might
Not it don't bother me
You won't know till the
Time catches up with you
Can't you see how close I'm
Watching you

Feel like dirt
They've taken my pride
And what's worse
I've been so betrayed
And it hurts you deep down inside
It's a cold cold world
Cold world, when it's your friends

You know trust is so hard to give
But you must or you're gonna be alone
When you're dust it just should not be
That it was a cold cold world
Cold world... cold cold world...
In the end

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I'm out on the street
All alone by the newsstand
The lady of leisure comes
Tearin' by
Almost knocking me down

She turns at the corner
And looking back
Lets her eyes send the message
I'm helpless alone
And I'm goin' down

Help me I need someone gentle to love me
My life is a miserable comedy
Of strangers
Posing as friends
I know they don't know
Who I am

Hurry it's time to make your move boy
Hurry better get along with it soon boy
Hurry there she goes
Hurry she's out the door boy
You know you can win the battle
But you can lose
The war
Hurry are your feet glued to the pavement boy
You know you can win the battle
But you can lose
The war

Thought I saw a fox I did I saw a fox
Amidst that sea of pride
Running
Let me call a hansom cab
We'll both get in and then go for a ride
Nowhere
Nothing spoken I retreat
Find the subway take a seat
I let myself get in my way
And let her get away

I got off the train at the next stop
And headed back uptown
I knew I could find her
She so needed a friend

I found her alone in a doorway
The tears in her eyes
Said there's nothing that you can say
I just need an ending

I gave her a flower
And got her to smile
And asked her quite frankly
Would she not prefer
A beginning

. . .


I thought I knew you
I guess I took myself
Right down the wrong road
Leading to the past
I know you're trying
To rearrange your mind
But you were lying
Do you laugh in my face

Turn back turn back the pages
Who remembers names
Who remembers faces
Turn back don't drive yourself crazy
Life's too short for ritualistic chases

Maybe tomorrow
You'll find you have to cry
And in your sorrow
See the mirror it doesn't lie
Just like the last time
You try to pull me down
You are the past time
And blind and death to sound

Turn back turn back the pages
Who remembers names
Who remembers faces
Turn back don't drive yourself crazy
Life's too short for repetitious changes

No use denying
You wasted my time
And caused the crying
And the bitterness to hide

Just trying to prove
You need nobody else
But you're bound to lose
Lying to yourself

Turn back turn back the pages
Who remembers names
Who remembers faces
Turn back don't drive yourself crazy
Life's too short for ritualistic chases
Turn back turn back turn back the pages

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First things first
When you can quit livin' in the past
When you stop worryin' 'bout tomorrow
Then I think you just might last

And I know the price of freedom
Gettin' more than a little high
In these angry days of sorrow
We find the meaning of a lie
So I sing about first things first

First things first
Remember everything you pass
When it's time to go on back
Remember to put the first things first

And I know the price of freedom
Gettin' more than a little high
In these angry days of sorrow
We find the meaning of a lie
So I sing about first things first

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Fancy Dan, gamblin' man
Top hat of the peanut man
Talk about your pot of gold
With a silver lining

Tumblin' dice, hit it twice
The boats and the flushes they sure look nice
On a pot of gold
With a silver lining
Stateline, give you a hard time
Don't you stay too long
Goodbye, pretty women I ain't stayin' on
Come on and...

Get a bunch, bet a bunch
If you come to gamble, better pack a lunch
For a pot of gold
With a silver lining.

The less you bet, stayin' in
The more you lose even when you win
On a pot of gold
With a silver lining

If you don't know when to stop
Lady Luck she gonna see you're taught
That there ain't no pot of gold
And no silver lining

Easy money, come too fast
Come too quick turn a good man bad
On a pot of gold
With a silver lining.

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He's a perfect stranger,
Like a cross of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger
And a changer of the ways he talks.
He's the unforeseen danger
The keeper of the key to the locks.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.

If you see him in the subway,
He'll be down at the end of the car.
Watching you move
Until he knows he knows who you are.
When you get off at your station alone,
He'll know that you are.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.

There was a woman he knew
About a year or so ago.
She had something that he needed
And he pleaded with her not to go.
On the day that she left,
He died, but it did not show.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.

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Unless you believe in magic
There ain't much left you can be
A skeptic or a fool
Have you been watching your TV
Incredible is all I think of
Did I really see
Wordless faces double talkin'
A runnin' it down to me...

About buyin' time
Brother can you spare a dime
Ain't it a crime
How we got to buy time

People goin' hungry
Ain't no jobs, they's in the street
Nobody's got no answer
They're just staring at their feet
Ain't no doubt about it
Things are lookin' pretty bleak
An' everybody's scufflin' hard
Tryin' to make ends meet

About buyin' time
Brother can you spare a dime
Ain't it a crime
How we got to buy time

It happened once before, you know
In 1932
But now there's so many more of us
There's something we gotta do
Something radical, something different
Got to hit on something new
America, the dream is lost
And it's killin' me and you

About buyin' time
Brother can you spare a dime
Ain't it a crime
How we got to buy time

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Soldier, soldier, soldier
Stuck in a hospital ward
Living in a wheelchair
Do you remember the war
It's not over
It'll never be over for you
It's not over
Till they stop playing war with you,
Soldier, Soldier

Do you remember who found you
The helicopter crew
Out of the Au Shan Valley
What could they do
It's not over
It'll never be over for you
It's not over
Till they stop playing war with you,
Soldier, Soldier

Was anybody with you
When you felt your body die
Knowing that you live on
The shell of a man to hide
It's not over
It'll never be over for you
It's not over
Till they stop playing God with you,
Soldier, Soldier
Soldier, Soldier

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Have you seen
The ladies passing by
They don't seem to notice
That I'm lonesome and I cry
But soon they'll listen
I can tell you, tell you why
Gonna make a record
Gonna go sky high

I just wanna be closer to you
I just wanna see if you can be moved
I don't wanna be a fool for you
Or be alone

Going to the city
All the hustlers in the street
Can't you imagine where
This country boy's head might be
Bright lights are shining
I can see in front of me
At night clockwork deception
Won't save or set us free

I just wanna be closer to you
I just wanna see if you can be moved
I don't wanna be a fool for you
Or be alone

Gonna tour the country
Gonna play for all my friends
Such a positive action
I've got energy to lend
So come on down, we're cookin'
Let the rhythm get you high
Bring all the ladies
Tell them why, why, why

I just wanna be closer to you
I just wanna see if you can be moved
I don't wanna be a fool for you
Or be alone

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I met you in the strangest way
Into a night of crazy smiling faces
Had it been another day, the sound of a thousand voices wailing dismay
Having seen no other way,
We looked at each other once
And felt the love begin, love begin

'Cause you know there's a ring of love surrounding you and me
Ring of love in perfect harmony
Ring of love surrounding you and me
All the way
I've never met anyone ever could touch me so all the way
You know you're the first one to make me believe in something
People are full of lies
Always willing to compromise
Their love and their tomorrow
Such a sorrow, sorrow

The world is ours if we can cope
We don't have to lose the faith
That gave us this much hope
Let us blow with the wind
To seek out the fountain of life
And all its miracles, its miracles

'Cause you know there's a ring of love surrounding you and me
Ring of love in perfect harmony
Ring of love surrounding you and me
All the way
I've never met anyone ever could touch me so all the way
You know you're the first one to make me believe in something
People are full of lies
Always willing to compromise
Their love and their tomorrow
Such a sorrow, sorrow

'Cause you know there's a ring of love surrounding you and me
Ring of love in perfect harmony
Ring of love surrounding you and me

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Can I tell a people story, it ain't too long.
There's very few that can face each other or themselves alone.

Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in.
Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right.
Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin'.

The meaning of a runaround is a circle game.
Tellin' lies and bein' jive with the one you love hurts the same.

Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in.
Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right.
Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin'.

Go on, do it, straight ahead.
Do what you know, the best you can, it's good for your head.
Think about all the times you just up and ran.
So go on, you got to try, give yourself a hand.

Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in.
Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right.
Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin'.

Do you know that time is only water that we drink.
Washing under bridges all eventually they gonna sink.

Circlin', round and about, no way out, no way in.
Circlin', hasslin' doubt when you know you can, well all right.
Feet, where are you goin', you're just circlin'.

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by Gregg Allman

I've got to run to keep from hiding
And I'm bound to keep on riding;
And I've got one more silver dollar
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no.
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider.
I don't own the clothes I'm wearing
And the road goes on forever
And I've got one more silver dollar
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider.
I've gone by the point of caring.
Some old bed I'll soon be sharing
And I've got one more silver dollar
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no.
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider.
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no.
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider;
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me no.
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider.

©1970 No Exit Music Co. Inc. (BMI)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
Guitar: Stephen Stills, Gerry Tolman
Piano: Mike Finnigan
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Dave Mason
Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills
Percussion: Joe Lala
Recorded by Michael Braunstein

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by C. Hardin and N. Petty

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be
Come home and bring your love to me
My love for you has got to be real
All of these years and how I feel
I've been lovin' you night and day
My love is real not fade away
Can't you see that there's a good reason
For bein' together just to be pleasin'
Stompin', shoutin' and carryin' on
Just you and me baby we could have more fun
All we need is a sunny day
Love a love not fade away
Love a love not fade away
My love is real not fade away
Love a love not fade away
My love is real not fade away
Nobody else could be your man
I'm still walkin so I know I can
My love is bigger than a cadillac
Tried to chauffeur but you drove me back
Got to be with you when night turns to day
My love is real not fade away
My love is real not fade away
My love is real not fade away
My love is real not fade away
(Love a love not fade away)

Copyright ©1957 By MPL Communications, Inc.
International Copyright Secured
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
Guitar: Stephen Stills
Organ: Stephen Stills
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Joe Vitale, George (Chocolate) Perry
Recorded by Michael Braunstein

. . .


by Stephen Stills and Danny Kortchmar

Can't get no booty can't get no booty
Can't get no booty can't get no booty
I can't see it anyway
Because I've always been such an easy prey
Can't get no booty can't get no booty
Try'n and try'n again
No matter how hard I shake my tailfeather
in your face
All I can think of it's such a disgrace
There's so much good man goin' to waste
Maybe it's because of the clothes I wear maybe it's the
Palmade on my hair
Can't get no booty can't get no booty
Is it the way I talk maybe it's the way I walk
Is it the way I think maybe it's just the way I speak
Can't get no booty can't get no booty
Can't get no booty can't get no booty
Having trouble seeing through your shades
What you been reading 'bout me in the trades?
Trying to make myself perfectly clear
It's not the inches, it's the engineer
And when I'm running my strongest way
What is the feeling that you can't fake
Maybe it's the tattoo on my face
maybe it's that I just know my place
Can't get no booty can't get no booty
Can't get no booty can't get no booty

©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. and Kortchmar Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: Stephen Stills
Guitar: Danny Kortchmar, Stephen Stills
Piano: Stephen Stills
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Danny Kortchmar
Percussion: Joe Lala, Danny Kortchmar

. . .


by Stephen Stills

I was lost in a voyage at sea
I was waiting for you and me
To remember just how it was
So that we can sing together
When will you realize
I got one of your stronger
And I know we can work it
I know we can work it work it out
together
But look hiding behind the walls
Closing doorways to the hall
Nothing ventured nothing gained
What's your game
Just take a look at that blackened tree
It is not for the cause of me
But a stranger was passed there long
And he stepped right in-between us
Picture of empty places
Eyes of reflecting faces
Now your fast emptiness
Now you can see what the fear does
You go hiding behind walls
We can tear away the wall
Change the shutters from the hall
Never voices as that are called
Then you're singing that is all
And the reason for the game
Becomes clearly quite a statement
That's what you get for playing your game

©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
Guitar: Stephen Stills, George Terry
Piano: Kenny Kirkland
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Dave Mason, Andy Gibb, John Sambatero
Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills
Percussion: Joe Lala

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Sometimes I consider my pace
I'm reminded of a train gathering speed for the climb to the pass;
In whose shadow it already lies
A small metal dragon approaching the ever present ascending rise
To the Seventh Mountain.

Reeling and snaking and leaping it seems
That it wants to come loose from it's path cast in iron;
But you can't slow down now
As the Earth has presented a new crest to reach
Without barely a rest from the last one.

Can you wonder what lies beyond?
Though you've been there before
And forget about the effort and the strain;
Always ascending, each yard as a mile
To the never ending pull of the steepening grade that's before you.

It's no matter. No distance. It's the ride.

A valley, a forest, a desert, a stream,
And an oversized bridge for the trickle beneath;
You remember the torrent it turned to last Spring,
From the snow melting fast,
And the river it became in the summer.

Perhaps it is ruin from a fire that has scorched it
So badly that nothing will grow without rain;
To wash away the blackened soil
Now useless until called upon again
In a future as distant and far away as the next range of mountains.

Then take it as far as you see and beyond
With eyes you don't use enough to gather up strength;
As Thoroughfare Gap
What awaits is whatever you see
When you get there of even before;
It's no matter. No distance. It's the ride.

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by Stephen Stills & Joe Vitale

Down where the moss grow on the oak tree
There's a bayou woman she waits for me
She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo
C'est ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so
C'est beaucoup yumbo
And she'll lead the way once you
know where you're goin'
She gotta soft sway, Does it without knowin'
She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo
C'est ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so
C'est beaucoup yumbo
And I don't mind telling you that
everything feels better
When I'm with my woman make me
strong and for sure more together
There's a yellow swamp steady as you're goin'
'Round that next bend the cypress never knowin'
Listen to the music of the river flowin'
Like the deep Mississippi current she always knowin'
She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo
C'est ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so
C'est beaucoup yumbo

©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
Guitar: Stephen Stills
Piano: Mike Finnigan
Vocal: Stephen Stills
Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills
Recorded by Michael Braunstein

. . .

You Don't Love Me

[No lyrics]

. . .

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

[No lyrics]

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