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Тексты песен сольных альбомов Пола Маккартни
BAND ON THE RUN
BAND ON THE RUN (5:13)
JET (4:08)
BLUEBIRD (3:24)
MRS. VANDEBILT (4:42)
LET ME ROLL IT (4:50)
MAMUNIA (4:50)
NO WORDS (2:35)
HELEN WHEELS (3:47)
PICASSO'S LAST WORDS (DRINK TO ME) (5:49)
NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE (5:28)
BAND ON THE RUN
By Paul McCartney
Stuck inside these four walls,
Sent inside forever,
Never seeing no one nice again
Like you, mama,
You, mama,
You.
If I ever get out of here,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity,
All I need is a pint a day.
If I ever get out of here,
If we ever get out of here.
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun.
And the first one said to the second one there,
"I hope you're having fun!"
Band on the run,
Band on the run,
And the jailer man and sailor Sam,
Were searching ev'ryone,
For the band on the run,
Band on the run,
For the band on the run,
Band on the run.
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh,
Seeing no one else had come.
And a bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run.
Well, the night was falling as the desert world
Began to settle down.
In the town they're searching for us ev'rywhere,
But we never will be found.
Band on the run,
Band on the run,
And the county judge, who held a grudge,
Will search forever more,
For the band on the run,
For the band on the run,
The band on the run, yeah,
The band on the run, yeah.
JET
By Paul McCartney
Hey, hey, come on!
Come on, yeah, hey!
Jet! Jet!
Jet!
I can almost remember their funny faces,
That time you told them that you were goin' to be marrying soon.
And jet,
I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.
Jet!
Was your father as bold as the sergeant major?
Oh, how come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet?
And jet,
I thought the major was a lady suffragette.
Ah, mater, want jet to always love me,
Ah, mater, want jet to always love me,
Ah, mater, much later.
And jet,
I thought the major was a little lady suffragette.
Ooh, what she said?
Yeah, won't you tell me what she said?
Ah ho!
Jet!
With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces,
Climb on the back and we'll go for a ride in the sky.
And jet,
I thought that the major was a little lady suffragette.
And jet,
You know that I thought you was a little lady suffragette.
Mm,
My little lady,
My little lady, yes,
Oh!
BLUEBIRD
By Paul McCartney
Late at night when the wind is still,
I'll come flying through your door.
And you'll know what love is for,
I'm a bluebird,
I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Touch your lips with a magic kiss,
And you'll be a bluebird too.
And you'll know what love can do.
Bluebird (bluebird), ah ha,
Bluebird (bluebird), ah ha,
Bluebird (bluebird), ah ah ah.
Fly away through the midnight air,
As we head across the sea.
And at last we will be free.
You're a bluebird,
You're a bluebird, you're a bluebird, you're a bluebird, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're a bluebird, you're a bluebird, you're a bluebird, yeah, yeah, yeah.
At last we will be free,
Bluebird, like me,
At last we will be free.
All alone on a desert island,
We're living in the trees.
And we're flying in the breeze.
We're the bluebirds, we're the bluebirds,
We're the bluebirds, we're the bluebirds.
Singing:
MRS VANDEBILT
By Paul McCartney
Down in the jungle, living in a tent,
You don't use money, you don't pay rent,
You don't even know the time, but you don't mind.
When your light is on the blink,
You never think of worrying.
What's the use of worrying?
When your bus has left the stop,
You'd better drop your hurrying.
What's the use of hurrying?
Leave me alone, Mrs Vandebilt,
I've got plenty of time of my own.
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of anything?
When your pile is on the vane,
You don't complain of robbery, ah no!
Run away, don't bother me,
What's the use of worrying? No use!
What's the use of anything?
Leave me alone, Mrs Washington,
I've done plenty of time of my own.
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of hurrying? No use!
What's the use of anything?
LET ME ROLL IT
By Paul McCartney
You gave me something I understand,
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand.
I can't tell you how I feel,
My heart is like a wheel,
Let me roll it, let me roll it to you.
Let me roll it, let me roll it to you.
I wanna tell you, and now's the time
I wanna tell you that you're goin' to be mine.
The rain comes falling from the sky
To fill the stream that fills the sea.
And that's where life began for you and me.
So the next time you see rain, it ain't bad,
Don't complain, it rains for you.
The next time you see L.A. rainclouds,
Don't complain, it rains for you and me.
It might have been a bright, blue day,
But rainclouds had to come this way.
They're watering everything that they can see.
A seed is waiting in the earth
For rain to come to give him birth.
It's all he really needs to set him free.
So lay down your umbrellas,
Strip off your plastic macs, ooh,
You've never felt the rain, my friend,
Till you've felt it runnin' down your back.
So the next time you see L.A. rainclouds (so the next time you see rain),
Don't complain (don't complain), it rains for you (it ain't bad).
The next time you see L.A. rainclouds (so the next time you see rain),
Don't complain (you see), it rains for you and me.
NO WORDS
By Paul McCartney and Denny Laine
You wanna give your love away
And end up giving nothing.
I'm not surprised
That your black eyes are gazing.
You say that love is ev'rything
And what we need the most of.
I wish you knew,
That's just how true my love was.
Your burning love,
Sweet, burning love,
It's deep inside.
You mustn't hide your burning love,
Sweet, burning love,
Your burning love.
I wanna turn your head away,
And someone's thinking of you.
I wish you'd see,
It's only me, I love you.
HELEN WHEELS
By Paul McCartney
Said farewell to my last hotel,
It never was much kind of abode.
Glasgow town never brought me down
When I was heading out on the road.
Carlisle City never looked so pretty
And the kendal freeway's fast,
Slow down, driver, wanna stay alive,
I wanna make this journey last.
Helen (Helen), hell on wheels,
Ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels.
Helen (Helen), hell on wheels,
And they never gonna take her away.
M6 south down to Liverpool
Where they play the west coast sound.
Sailor Sam he came from Birmingham,
But he never will be found.
Doin' fine when a London sign
Greets me like a long lost friend,
Mister motor, won't you check her out,
She's got to take me back again.
Got no time for a rum and lime,
I wanna get my right foot down (get my right foot down).
Shake some dust off this old bus,
I gotta get her out of town (get her out of town).
Spend the day upon the motorway
Where the carburettors blast (carburettors blast).
Slow down, driver, wanna stay alive,
I wanna make this journey last.
Say bye-bye!
Two, three, four!
A one, two, three, four!
PICASSO'S LAST WORDS (DRINK TO ME)
By Paul McCartney
The grand old painter died last night,
His painting's on the wall.
Before he went, he bade us well
And said goodnight to us all.
Drink to me, drink to my health,
You know I can't drink any more.
Drink to me, drink to my health,
You know I can't drink any more.
Three o'clock in the morning,
I'm getting ready for bed,
It came without a warning.
But I'll be waiting for you, baby,
I'll be waiting for you there.
Ce que je souhaite, c'est que grece а cette campagne publicitaire, de
Nombreux fransais en decouvre les charmes, alors, je vous rappel, notre
Service d'aide touristique est а votre entiere disposition, vous savez, nous
Envoyons gratuitement une serie de guides avec une liste d'adresses tres utile.
Jet!
Jet!
I'll be waiting for you, baby,
Yeah, ye-yeah, yeah.
Londres, et ses environs, en franзais bien ser, des guides de vacances en
Grande-bretagne, des guides de fermes avec des reseaux payants, des guides
D'auberges, des listes d'organisations specialises dans les sejours au vert,
Des guides pour touristes automobiles avec une traduction des codes de la
Route en anglais et en fransais, des listes...
Drink to me, drink to my health,
You know I...
NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE
By Paul McCartney
Ah, no one ever left alive in 1985 will ever do.
She may be right, she may be fine,
She may get love, but she won't get mine, 'cause I got you.
Oh-oh-oh, I,
Oh-oh-oh, I,
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff,
My little lady gets behind.
Shake it!
Take it or break it!
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Yeah, come on!
Ah, my mama said the time will come
When I will find myself in love with you.
I didn't think, I never dreamed,
That I would be around to see it all come true.
Yeah, uh, I need ya!
Come on, babe!
Oh.
Band on the run,
The band on the run,
Band on the run, yeah,
The band on the run.
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Тексты песен сольных альбомов Пола Маккартни