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Foreigner

July 1973

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1. The Foreigner Suite 18:19
2. The Hurt 4:16
3. How Many Times 4:26
4. Later 4:44
5. 100 I Dream 4:11

 


 

Foreigner Suite

 There are no words, I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused, by you.
 
Dreams I had just last night
Made me scared, white with fright
But I'm over to that Sunnyside Road
Over to that Sunnyside Road
 
Fortunes come and fortunes go
But things get better babe, that's one thing I know
And I'm over to that Sunnyside Road
Over to that Sunnyside Road
 
I have a friend that I have met
Who gives me love and a certain respect
Just a little respect, everybody needs just a little respect
That means you. . .you...
 
And in a little while our love will spread
To you
Ain't no matter who inside this world you know
There'll he someone who will love you just for who you are
Really are
 
Dreams I had just last night
Made me worried to face up to the light
But I'm over to that Sunnyside Road
Over to that Sunnyside Road
 
Come on now it's freedom calling
Come on over and find yourself
Come on now it's freedom calling
Come on in and remind yourself
 
Oh darling, you see my face
But it's in my heart that's where it's taking place
And I couldn't stand to let it go to waste
Can you ...
 
Oh love, sweet blue love
No man can ever get enough
But maybe one day we'll all die in love
Will you . .. Oh love, sweet love, my... love
 
Oh babe, understand
Take my love that's all I have at hand
Please say you will ... Don't say you can't
Oh Will you Will you Will you
 
The moment you walked inside my door
I knew' that I need not look no more
I've seen many other girls before, ah but darling
Heaven must've programmed you
 
The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realised all I had not seen
I've seen many other girls before, ah hot darling
Heaven must've programmed you
 
You can live in the largest house
And eleven apartments too
Run your own private plane
And a boat in Malibu
 
But 'till you know' deep down what inside you really need
Well I love you baby, Ooh my dear
And I think about you sometimes
But when you're with me boy it chokes my mind
 
Come on now it's freedom calling
Come on over and find yourself
Come on now it's freedom calling
Come on in and remind yourself
 
Man must fight for freedom sure that's what most other people would say
Look for a body to lead them but there's too many to lead them away.
Why wait until it's your time to die before you learn what you were born to do'?
Come on now it's freedom calling but there's only one freedom for you.
Love, love boy...
And I can't wait to be with you tomorrow night.
 
Won't you give me your word that you won't laugh
Cos you've been a saving grace to me
And I'd hate to face a day without you around
My life would be without sound
 
Love, love, love, love must've made you on a Sunday
Cos you taste to me as good as God made honey taste babe
And the sky all glistens with gold
When you're talking to me
And the whirling wind turns to song
Why it sets my soul free
 
Love, love. love. love must've made you on a Sunday
 
There are no words. I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused, by you
 

The Hurt
 
You say you want to seek the truth, but it's hard to find
No one to help you, your friends don't have the time
So you ride around in your car. switch on the radio
You want to relate to something you once read in a book
What kind of a way to try to take a look
 
Until I got hurt I was looking, I was on my way
Until I got hurt, until I got hurt, darling I painted my face grey
Until I got hurt, 'till got hurt, why didn't I
I didn't think of this until I got hurt
'Till I got hurt. baby. I didn't know' what love is
 
You say you want to learn to laugh 'cause music makes you cry
But the tears you shed are only in your eye
So you turn to any phoney mouth with a tale to tell
But he's just a hoaxer don't you know, selling peace and religion
Between his jokes and his karma chewing gum
 
Until I got hurt, I was looking, I was the same as you
Until I got hurt, until I got hurt, I did not know what to do
Until I got hurt, 'till I got hurt, why didn't I
I didn't think of this until I got hurt
'Till I got hurt, baby, I didn't know what love is
 
Young son, don't let me down, young son
I'm trusting you to keep on, never turn away now
Hold on, never let go, now hold on
Turn your heart to the bright sun
Love will come your way
Cos 'till you make that final show
You'll never know what love you've been missing
Missing
 
You say you want to seek the truth but you work alone
No one to help you and nobody to push you on
So you sit at home drinking your wine, television on
You wait for a miracle, cos you say one day one'll come along
(But wishful thinking, boy) any minute now You might be gone
I'd like to help you brother but that would be wrong
 
Until I got hurt, I was looking, I was on my way
Until I got hurt, until I got hurt, darling I didn't know which way
Until I got hurt, 'till I got hurt, why didn't I
I didn't think of this until I got hurt
'Till I got hurt, baby, I didn't know what love is
 
Until I got hurt, oh I didn't know what love is
 
 
How Many Times
 
How many times must I get up
Look out and see the same old view
How many times must I wear the same old things
And hear the same old things that I do, I do
How many times must I clean this face my face
And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh Lord
How many times must I drink the same old drink
And dream the same old dreams that I do
 
Because I, I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again
 
How many times must I pass your place. your place
And how many times must I follow you, you
How many times must I see the same old things
When all I should be seeing is you
 
Because I, I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again, again
 
 
Later
 
Later,
I want to talk it out with you
Try to get my message through
That's not all I want to do
Later
 
Later,
I want to feel your body close
From your head down to your toes
Maybe help you fold your clothes
Later
 
I want to spread the news, don't want to soft soap you
We're meant to live and love together girl . . . Oh babe
There's nothing I can do, oh darling
I love you
There's no way you can stay home, alone, babe
Later
 
I want to talk it out with you
Try to get my message through
That's not all I want to do
Later
Later...
 
 
100 I Dream

They brang us up with horns and hollywooden songs
Dead snakes and poisoned wisdoms between our teeth
The evil that's been done still is carrying on
And on this night there'll be no peace
 
The old leaders' bones still beat on our homes
They built our life before us, we had no choice
The evil that's been done still is carrying on
And when they're gone we'll be the voice
 
Blue bird on a rock, slow wind blowing soft
Across the bare face of the sleeping lake
Rise up and be free, voice whispered to me
And in this way you will awake
 
Go climb up on a hill, stand perfectly still
And silently soak up the day
Don't rush and don't you roam, don't feel so alone
And in this way you will awake
 
And in this way you will awake
And this way you will awake
 
Pick up the pieces you see before you
Don't let your weaknesses destroy you
You know wherever you go the world will follow
So let your reasons be true to you
 
Stay close to your friends up until the end
And when they know that you feel the same way
Rise up and be free and die happily
And in this way you will awake
 
And in this way you will awake

And this way you will awake
 

 

 

 
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