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The Band
The Band


Background information
Origin Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Genre(s) Rock
Country
Americana
Years active 1964—1999
Label(s) Capitol Records
Rhino Records
Associated acts Bob Dylan
Robbie Robertson
Ronnie Hawkins
John Simon
Allen Toussaint
Former members
Robbie Robertson
Levon Helm
Garth Hudson
Rick Danko
Richard Manuel
Stan Szelest
Jim Weider
Randy Ciarlante
Richard Bell



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The Band Album


Islands (1977)
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Blue misty morning, an empty street in Ol' Paree
She appeared like the angel of destiny
He spent a lifetime tryin' to reach beyond that rainbow
And found when you look down it gives you vertigo.

The dancehall is deserted where lonely worlds collide
This must be where dreams explode before your very eyes
While the world outside grows more insane
Bein' with you, I feel no pain
True like blue, right as rain
Right as rain.

I hope real soon I'll be hearing from 'ya
I'll be in the wings, I'll be cheering for you
Funny how people think your life is so complete
When it's really you who envies the man on the street.

I must've strayed from a path wandering through the catacombs
And you came along to guide my restless spirit home
I can't tell you why, no I wouldn't try to explain
Bein' with you, I feel no pain
True like blue, right as rain
Right as rain.
It's all in the cards, it's all in the game
Bein' with you, I feel no pain
True like blue, right as rain
Right as rain.

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Sightseer in the middle of the night
I'm looking for action, something real tight
But can you make it when we turn on the lights
Of the city

Street walker in the middle of the day
Been up all night trying to earn your pay
Mama told you when you ran away
It's not easy
There's no pity
In the city

I've been on this corner so long
But it's no one's guess who's the next blonde (?)
But before you know it, it'll be gone
But I ain't complaining, don't get me wrong
It's not easy
In the city

Street walker in the middle of your life
Every day is like shooting dice
You carry yourself like you carry a knife
In the city

Fast talker in the middle of the street
Trying to hustle everyone that you meet
Sooner or later everybody gets beat
It's not easy
There's no pity
In the city

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I am the owl who stands alone
The lonesome wild I call my home
Just like the workman when his day is done
I can't wait for that sinking sun

Let the night fall
Let the night fall
Let the night fall
Let it fall on me
Let it fall on me

I am the owl who calls upon the night
I am the eyes that abandon the light
When no one's there and the dogs bark
I'm the voice howling in the dark

I am the owl, old and wise
The lord of wood with silent eyes
The cock screams at the first spark of dawn
That's my cue and I'll be moving on and on

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I know the desert could hold all the love that I feel in my heart for you
Just like the ocean that started to roll, my love it could be coming to you
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold

If the cook in the kitchen had a touch as hot as yours, it wouldn't need a fire
I can't think of a word that describes you better than indescribable
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold

If the bees only knew how sweet you were, darling, they would shut up their honey comb
If the birds could hear how sweet your voice is, they'd pack up and fly away
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold
Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold

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Come down to the manger, see the little stranger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the prince of peace
Wheels start turning, torches start burning
And the old wise men journey from the East

How a little baby boy bring the people so much joy
Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light
This must be Christmas, must be tonight

A shepherd on a hillside, where over my flock I bide
Oh a cold winter night a band of angels sing
In a dream I heard a voice saying "fear not, come rejoice
It's the end of the beginning, praise the new born king"

I saw it with my own eyes, written up in the skies
But why a simple herdsmen such as I
And then it came to pass, he was born at last
Right below the star that shines on high

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Islands

[No lyrics]

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There's a legend of a lady on the mountain
Who lives alone beyond the mecca plain
And with her hands she makes it through the winter
She never goes against the grain

To be someone is to be someone alone
To be someone is known as solitude
To learn to sing below the surface
You must adjust your altitude

Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound
She had a vision, and now she holds the key
You don't know what you want, 'til you find out what you need.

I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady
Called to me in a voice so soft and low
Her words resounded like a fountain of truth
And then she faded like a rainbow

Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth
Carved in stone, the queen of avatars
Where seventy children were given birth
She then returned back to the stars

Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound
She can help us find our way and get across
You don't know what you gained 'til you find out what you lost.

Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain
And lead our people into the light of day
For they are lost and know not where they're goin'
And all their leaders are cast in clay

Now disbelief and mass confusion
Spreading wild across the land
You can call it love or call it wisdom
To be not savin' a drowning man.

Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound
She can show us just where we went wrong
You don't know where you're goin' 'til you find where you belong.

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Georgia, mmm Georgia, the whole day through
There's that old sweet song that keeps you, Georgia, on my mind

Oh Georgia, mmm Georgia, the song of you
Comes as sweet and clear just like moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach out for me
And other eyes have smiles tenderly
But still in peaceful dreams I see
That the road, the road leads back to you

Oh hey Georgia, ooh Georgia, no peace, no peace I find
And there's still this old sweet song that keeps you, Georgia, on my mind
There's that old sweet song that keeps you, Georgia, on my mind
That keeps you, Georgia, on my mind

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I went down to Duffy's bar with depression on my mind
Just to blow off a little steam and try to unwind
Times were getting tough with no relief in sight
Last straw I lost my job, next straw your life

Knock on knockin' lost John
The Great Depression was going strong
Hard times comin' on
Long gone knockin' lost John

Born on the south side, got my schoolin' at the pool hall
Saturday night we get back to back, Sunday mornin', wall to wall
Never seen nothing like it, people jumpin' out of windows and going mad
That's not half as bad as losin' what you never had

Back in 1929 it was livin' hell
Crime was on the rise when the bottom fell
Keepin' poverty pocket high upon the hill
Back door you lock it, they'll break it still

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I'm gonna buy buy buy you a sheepskin coat
I'm gonna string red rubies 'round your throat
Gently down the stream I will row your boat

'Cause you know we're only livin' in a dream.

I'm gonna play play play this game for keeps
I'm gonna wake you softly from your sleep
With a heart so warm and a love so deep
You know we're only livin' in a dream.

Life goes round like a wheel
You never know if it's real
Time rolls by like a train
Let it burn, turn up the flame

We gonna live live live and never stop
Gonna give give give my very best shot
'Cause what I need is what you got
And you know we're only livin' in a dream

I'm gonna take take take good care of you
We're gonna make sweet love the whole night through
I'm gonna turn your cloudy sky into blue
'Cause you know we're only livin' in a dream.

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