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Other People's Rooms uit 1978

Maak eventjes kennis met de album van Mark-Almond: 'Other Peoples Rooms' uit 1978.
door Tsenne Kikke - zondag 18 november 2018 17:18

De Stad

Nou, ik heb vannacht in openlucht geslapen,
Onder een cipressenboom.
Ja, ik heb vorige nacht in openlucht geslapen
Gewoon om, gewoon om, gewoon om mijn ziel vrij te laten.
Ik wil niet, nee, ik wil niet gaan,
Ik wil niet terug naar de stad gaan.
Het is gewoonweg een lange, lange, lange eenzame taxirit
Nergens naartoe.

Ik ben zo geen voorstander van jazz muziek. Vooral al dat getingeltangel van experimentele jazz vind ik storend voor mijn brein. Maar, er zijn uitzonderingen. Zo leerde ik, onder andere, in 1978 de muziek en teksten van Jon Mark & Johnny Almond kennen. Hieronder een 1971-uitvoering van 'The City'. Misschien houd je er ook van... Test het eventjes voor jezelf uit, indien je er het nodige geduld voor kunt opbrengen, natuurlijk.

Daarna volgt de rest van het album... Geniet ervan!

The City

Well, last night I slept in the open,
Down by a redwood tree.
Yes, last night I slept in the open
Just to let, just to let, just to let my soul free.
I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna go,
I don't wanna to go back into the city.
(no, no go)
I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna go,
I don't wanna to go back into the city.
(no, no go)
It's just a long long long lonely taxi ride,
Going nowhere.
Going nowhere.
Going nowhere.

Well, last night I slept in the open,
(It gets so hot in the city.)
Down by a redwood tree.
(It gets so hot in the city.)
Yes, last night I slept in the open.
Just to let, just to let, just to let my soul free.
I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna go,
I don't wanna to go back into the city.
I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna go,
I don't wanna to go back into the city.
It's just a long long long lonely taxi ride,
Going nowhere.
Going nowhere.
Going nowhere

Just a Friend

I see her every day
But she turns
Her face away
Her eyes tell me the pain
In her heart.

Why I ask myself again
"Does she stay
With the man who brings her pain?"
But she forgives him just a same.

When she cries she comes to me
As a friend, just a friend
And I know she loves me
As a friend.

But, if she could know the pain
I feel when she goes to him again
The memory still remains.

He will greet me with a smile
As he does everyday
Questions crying in his eyes
I turn away.

But comes the night refrain
I'll be with her again
Even though I'm just a friend.

But comes the night refrain
I'll be with you again
Even though I'm just a friend
Just a friend...

The Ghetto

Here I am, standing all alone
Seems like I'm a thousand miles from home
You know that never did I have a friend
You know I never had a dollar that I could lend
And sometimes I get down on my knees...
I wonder if He sees,
I wonder if He sees.

New York City is where I'm from
Down there in the ghetto, where you don't come
Seems like my life has passed me by
And you tell me, tears of joy
But I tell you, I cry!
And sometimes I get down on my knees...
I wonder if He sees,
I wonder if He sees.

Don't give me liquor for my pain
All my friends they never came back again
Nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Just me in the ghetto with you looking in from outside
And sometimes I get down on my knees...
I wonder if He sees,
I wonder if He sees..

And sometimes I get down on my knees...
I wonder if He sees,
I wonder if He sees.

You Look Just Like a Girl Again

I know you must get weary
Of the years you can not hide
But sometimes when your eyes are smiling
I can still see the girl, inside
In the dark I can be so many men
In the dark you're every woman then
But in the light I can see your face again
In the light, you look just like a girl again
You look just like a girl again.

All these tender moments then we had our dreams upon
Can we ever be as children or are we now so far beyond
In the light gets me drifting way back when
Tonight in the light, oh baby,
You look just like a girl again (like a girl again)
You look just like a girl again (like a girl again)
You look just like a girl again (like a girl again).

And the light gets me drifting way back when
Tonight in the light, oh baby,
You look just like a girl again (like a girl again)
You look just like a girl again (like a girl again)
You look just like a girl again (like a girl again).

Girl on Table 4  - Het meisje aan tafel 4

Other Peoples Rooms

Here I am, on your photograph again
what kind of place
did you bring me to this time
is it a room so small
but there's hardly room at all.

Other peoples rooms are they cheery are they bright
other peoples lives, do they always turn out right
do they always lock the door
wishing they had someone to open it for
just a little room of there own
and all the music that I play,
is just for the times that I get to slip away
and loose myself in other peoples rooms.

Other peoples rooms, are they fancy or just plain,
other peoples dreams, are they really just the same
everyone needs a corner of their own,
everyone needs a place to come home,
just a little room of their own,
and all the music that I play
is just for the times that I get to slip away,
And loose myself in other peoples rooms.

Here the music play,
in other peoples rooms,
all the love is there,
in other peoples rooms,
hear the music play
in other peoples rooms
all the love is there in other peoples rooms.

Lonely People

The limousine's ariving
The night is warm and flying
Beautiful people are standing out
To see what they can find
Lonely people
Can afford conversation
Looking for love, anticipation
Lonely people
Looking for love
In the night time.

All the bars are closing
See the neon lights shut down
It's always just the lonely ones
Left to hang around.

Lonely people
Can afford conversation
Looking for love, anticipation
Lonely people
Looking for love
In the night time.

Vivaldi's Song

Lady, when you love me
I feel home, sweet home
Inside of you
This garden's sure to grow
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

Parrots eye the fruit
And we make love
Between the harpsichords and glutes
Our green limbs intertwine
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

Our souls collide
We slip and slide
We feel no pain
And with our lives locked together
We weather the wind and rain
We're on the farm
We're safe from harm
Inside this circle of summertime
Both of us know is our love.

Lovers from the past
With poison smiles
All pray our love will never last
But we are trees, not vines
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

As the song begins
These shipwrecks fade
Behind a wave of violins
Vivaldi made us rhyme
You know our love
Is just like summertime.

Our souls collide
We slip and slide
We feel no pain
And with our lives locked together
We weather the wind and rain
We are the farm
We're safe from harm
Inside this circle of summertime
Both of us know is our love.

Then I Have You

What Am I Living For

What I say to my best friend:
Can't you see for a mess I made?
Daddy, you talked me to drink whisky
But my mama, she died from a drinking gin.

My brother, he works any coal mine
Works so hard, get his pain
My sister, she believes in sweet Lord Jesus
And she's waiting for redemption day.

What am I living for?
Why am I living?
Why am I giving all my life to bring up
The family children and wife
Tell me my friend hasn't that been done before?

I remember my first job
I was singing with the band
Every payday came around
I take my money from the man.

He said "Now, spend it wisely, boy
Or save it while you have the time."
But I could drunk on a stand
And I blew the bag
Now I'm standing in the unemployment line.

What am I living for?
Why am I living?
Why am I giving all my life to bring up
The family children and wife
Tell me my friend hasn't that been done before?

I had need a sweet woman
Mine
Until the sun don't shine
I came home one morning early
I found her with a friend of mine.

It's not so much I needed her
But, oh God
How to stay away?
Packing my bag and I hit the road
And I've never seen her to these days

What am I living for?
Why am I living?
Why am I giving all my life to bring up
The family children and wife
Listen my friend that's all been done before...

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