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Chickenfoot: "Chickenfoot" – 2009

энциклопедия: Chickenfoot

Состав группы:

  • Sammy Hagar – вокал, гитара
  • Joe Satriani – гитара, клавишные
  • Michael Anthony – бас, бэк-вокал
  • Chad Smith – ударные и перкуссия

Chickenfoot: "Chickenfoot" – 2009

Композиции:

  1. Avenida Revolucion
  2. Soap On A Rope
  3. Sexy Little Thing
  4. Oh Yeah
  5. Runnin' Out
  6. Get It Up
  7. Down The Drain
  8. My Kinda Girl
  9. Learning To Fall
  10. Turnin' Left
  11. Future In The Past

Лирика

1. Avenida Revolucion

Hey you!

Real men crawling with desperation
Hard drugs linin' the gunny sack
The air is thick with presperation
A new life waits for the "wetback"

Crossing the borderline
Into the fire

Now this is where Juan left his family
You can still smell the blood in his tracks
Yeah this is where we found the baby
Oh, from here, there ain't no turnin' back

Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire

import, transport, exportation,
rights of nations, exploited salvation,
damnation, under one god's fixation,
without deportations,
predjudice with limitations

Yeah!
Avenida Revolution
Nogales Tiajuana Mexicali Juarez
We got flowers, crosses and no solution
Oh,stay close and do what Mommy says, what Mommy says, Mommy says...well...

Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire

Crossing the borderline
Yeah
Yeah!
Into the fire
Hey hey hey you

Crossing the borderline
Hey you
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire!
Hey you
Hey hey hey you!

Bullets, tear gas, barb wire fences, thirsty dogs, sun, sandy trenches, nightcrawling human, insects breeding, feet,
arms, hands, backs...

2. Soap On A Rope

I got money, I got fame
Fast cars and everything, yeah, oh
I wanna dance, I got to sing, rock, soul, blues
Sing anything, do ya? hey, hey

But I got a woman, she's fine too
Let me do anything that I wanna do, oh
Got it all, still want more, come on baby
Show me what I am looking for, yeah, yeah

Don't forget to bring your rocking shoes
You grab a tooth brush, soap and a comb
And you can pick up a little taste, get your favorite buzz on
And you can leave the rest at home, whoa

Get your soap up and get your buzz on, oh yeah

On a bus, on a plane, in a car
Subterranean freight train, ah
I'm in a room, I got funk talking
Hot damn, free punk, yeah

The movie's on and I, I got sound and Lord have mercy
My baby is about to get down
Got me down on one knee and Lord have mercy
My baby is about to kill me

Oh, don't forget to bring your rocking shoes
You grab a tooth brush, soap and a comb
And you can pick up a little taste, get your favorite buzz on
And you can leave the rest at home, whoa
Get it, get it, get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get your buzz on right here
Get your buzz on right here
Get your buzz on right here, yeah come on
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Watch it

3. Sexy Little Thing

Uh huh
Well, she got back and up front
She's everything any country boy needs, whoo
Inside is outside
And what you see is what she got up her sleeve
Yeah, uh

I'm talking tan leather, and wild honey
How it feels on a sunny day
All five senses, whoo, they're popping at ya
Now my little friend is coming out to play

I just love, love, love
That sexy little thing
Love love love, whoo
That sexy little thing

Well, I wanna roll all up in it
Get my sticky fingers all squeaky clean, whoo
It spreads down and hardly fit (let me help)
I got my buttons popping off my chest

I just love love love
That sexy little thing
I love love love
That sexy little thing
Sexy little thing

Well, she can drive,
I get wasted, gonna scream on a friday night
Whoo, jump on it, jump on it
uh huh
Come on baby, oh, yeah
Well, well, well, well

Love, love, love
That sexy little thing
Love, love, love
That sexy little thing
Love, love, love
Whoo uh huh
Love, love, love
I love that sexy little thing
Sexy little thing, yeah

Come on, come on now jump on it
She got it, she got it, uh huh
Yeah yeah yeah
That sexy little thing
Baby baby baby baby
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh huh, whoo
I love, love, love

4. Oh Yeah

If I were a healer, I'd use my hands
I'd put a spell on you if I were a magic man
If I were Jesus, Buddha or a king
If I were a bluesman, oh, Lord, I could sing

About how I wanna be your hoochie coochie man
You got me eating out of your hand

(Oh, yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh, yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh, yeah)
There ain't nothing I wouldn't do for you
Oh, yeah

When I was a young man, I slept around
When I turned 30, time to settle down
To be your doctor, preacher, teacher, that's the truth
Hey, I'm a-raining on my knees, my soul is waterproof

I just wanna be your hoochie coochie man
And get you eating out of my hand

(Oh, yeah) Whoo
Now, come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh, yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh, yeah)
Ain't nothing I wouldn't do for you
Oh, yeah

Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Whoo, yeah!

Oh, baby
Ooh, yeah
Well, well, well

If I were a potter, I'd make you real
I'd mold and touch you on my spinning wheel

(Oh, yeah)
Yeah, come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh, yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh, yeah)
Tell me what I can do for you
Oh, yeah

Said (Oh, yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh, yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh, yeah)
I'd do anything for you, oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Hey, oh, yeah!

5. Runnin' Out

Oh well, a standing question
One more time again, yeah
Looking for a mass solution
Counting on another man, well

Well, duck down, I'm taking cover
Everything's been getting rougher
Stand up or be degraded
Some things are simply overrated

(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of time
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of gas
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of love, baby
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out, yeah

Give me something to believe in
Outside your consensus poll
And make sure our children hear voices
Someday they have control

(Runnin' out) Now we're runnnin' out of money
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of dreams
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of sex, baby
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out

(Runnin' out) We're runnnin' out of future
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of plans
(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of soldiers
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out

Oh yeah, I'm runnin' on empty
I'm runnin' out fast
And I just got to, got to, got to have it
Oh yeah

Long after the mud has settled
You left us with a dirty man, hey
Trying to wash himself clean
Trying to get blood off his hands

(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of cures
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of room, baby
(Runnin' out) I'm runnin' out of content
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out

(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of saints
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of heroes
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of drugs
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out, oh yeah

You know that we need it, yeah

6. Get It Up

Get it up

Down deep the circle
Round and round down below
Down by condition
Running in sorrow

Now get it up
Arriba, 'riba
Oh, oh, oh
Get it up

Building your own temple
Earth, wood and stone
Wrap your feet in balance
Walking east back home

Now get it up
Arriba, 'riba
Oh, oh, oh
Get it up

We can change the world
We gotta change the way we think about it

Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Get it up
Arriba, 'riba
Oh, oh, oh (arriba)
Get it up

Oh, arriba, 'riba (get it up)
Now get it up
Oh, oh, oh (arriba)
Arriba, 'riba, yeah

Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, (oh) na (Arriba, 'riba)
Na, na, na, na, na (Arriba, 'riba)
Na, na, na, na

Arriba, 'riba
Arriba (ah, haha)
Whoo

7. Down The Drain

Is that that new thing, Joe?
It better be, huh?
Talk to me, chief
It that it, Joe?
Well, that's cool though, haha
Alright

Some time you gotta roll with it upfront
Some things are better left in the closet
Some things just lay it on the table
Some time gotta stop gotta pause it. Yeah, yeah

Well, she used to wake me up for breakfast
Force feed me with a silver spoon
Even do me when I'm dirty
We'd let it roll till way past noon
Whoo, oh yeah, mama

Yeah but, all that's changed
Cause it's all down the drain, yeah

Oh, long came a wind like lightening
Strong enough to feel the heat
Thunder like the ninth world wonder
But the wings aren't under my feet

But all that's changed
My whole world's been shaking
And it's a low down dirty shame
Cause it's all down the drain

Oh I need love, first thing in the morning
I need love baby, first thing in the evening
I need love, oh first thing in the morning, baby
I need love love love, oh

Baby, all that's changed
My whole world's been shaking
And it's a low down dirty shame
Cause it's all down the drain

Down the drain, down the drain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Get it, get it, get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh baby I need love
First thing in the morning
I need love, last thing in the evening
But it's all down the drain, yeah

8. My Kinda Girl

Well, the sun's up, it's 6:30
Fell asleep with the TV on again
Take five, check out the weather
It's monday morning for the single mom

Works hard till 5:30
And once a week she getting down and dirty
Backstage without a pass
This one's for you, it's tattooed on her ass

But she's nobody's fool
She's broken down, broken hearts, broken rules
Outta touch in a modern world
Oh but she's my kinda girl, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, she just a bit roughed out, turbo classy
All dressed up, she looks so sassy
Hey bartender, come down here
Watch her blow the head off a tall, blonde beer

But she's nobody's fool
She's broken down, broken hearts, broken rules
Outta touch in a modern world
Oh but she's my kinda girl

Yes she's my kind, my kind, my kinda girl
My kinda girl
In a modern world

Outspoken in the bedroom
Ain't afraid to tell you what she needs
And I'm happy, oh, if she's happy
Lord, I'm always up for them dirty deeds

But she's nobody's fool
She's broken down, broken hearts, broken rules
Outta touch in a modern world
Oh but she's my kinda girl

My kinda girl
She's my kinda girl
Yeah she's my kind, my kind, my kinda girl

9. Learning To Fall

Lost in a sea of memories
Learning to fly again
Morning comes early, oh, oh, oh
Trying to trust these wings

'cause when I fall, I fall deep
When I crawl, I'll come running to you baby
Running to you baby

Now I've gotta sort out these dreams
Feels like watching your life on a big screen
And morning comes early again yeah
Only to find us two as one

When I fall, I fall deep
When I crawl, I'll come running to you
Running to you baby

When I fall
I fall down deep
When I crawl
I'll come running to you
Running to you baby
'cause I'm falling in circles oh yeah
I'm falling down on my knees

Once as a child in my mothers eyes
Oh Lord I swear it felt this way yeah

When I fall, I fall deep oh yeah
When I crawl, I'll come running to you
Running to you baby

When I fall, Lord I fall I fall I fall down deep
When I crawl, I'll come running to you
Running to you baby baby baby

Lord I fall, I fall down deep
When I crawl, I'll come running
I'll come running
I'll come running
Back to you baby baby baby

10. Turnin' Left

You've got visions
Don't wait for somebody else to do it
One thought, your mind
Don't wait for somebody else to prove it
Forward straight line (Yeahhh) (Whoo)
Light speed, racing away
Now you can
Turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left, turnin' left
You keep on
Turnin' left, turnin' left
Now you got me
Turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left
Oh yeah

Wheels keep on turning on yeah
Fuel keeps on burning on

Flat foot, headlights
Top gear heading down the highway
Full speed, straight line
Can you tell me where you're really going
Two lanes but one way yeah
Faster past the red line

Now you can
Turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left, turnin' left
You keep on
Turnin' left, turnin' left
Now you got me
Turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left

We go 'round in circles
We go 'round in circles
We go 'round in circles
We go 'round in circles
'round and 'round and 'round and 'round

11. Future In The Past

I said, oh, watching it for
Never heard it all
One by one
Falling from the sun
Melting down
Soon I hit the ground
Up so fast
The future in the past

Oh, oh
The future's in the past, whoo
Oh yeah, hey
Uh

Well, I was thinking it's the real thing
Broken like a mustang
We got everybody talking
Yeah, they?re talking
But I got mine
Whoo, hey

I got a funky, funky feeling
Somewhere in the past
Still everyday believing
Oh, I'm believing
Saving the best for last
Huh, yeah, oh
Saving the best for last
Whoo
Saving the best for last

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Yeah, come on, come on
Future's in the past

I won?t listen to the future
Listen to the past
Life ain't 'bout no hurry
I'm gonna save the best for last
Come on, come on
The future's in the past

I will listen to the children
Listen to my friends
Let silence be my church
The song that never ends, come on
Yeah, come on
The future in the past

We all have to worry 'bout anything's done
We each made the wax
You melted by the sun
Come on, come on
Future's in the past

I will climb on the mountin top
Stand naked with the trees
Listen to the voice
Beside you and me, come on

Come on, come on
Future's in the past
Future is so past yeah, come on

Future is the past, come on, come on, come on
Future is in the past, come on

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