"turn the page"
"night moves"
"main street"
"we've got tonight"
"against the wind"
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"Night Moves"
I was a little too tall, could have used a few pounds,
Tight-pants points, hardly renowned.
She was a dark-haired beauty with big dark eyes,
and points all her own sitting way up high,
Way up firm and high.
Out past the corn fields where the woods got heavy,
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy,
Working on mysteries without any clues,
working on our night moves,
trying to make some front-page drive-in news,
working on our night moves
and it was summertime
We weren't in love, oh no, far from it,
We weren't looking for some pie-in-the-sky summit,
We were just young and restless and bored,
Living by the sword.
And we'd steal away, every chance we could
to the back rooms or the alleys or the trusty woods.
I use her, she used me, but neither one cared,
we were getting our share.
Working on our night moves,
trying to lose those awkward teen-age blues
Working on our night moves
and it was summertime,
sweet, sweet summertime.
(((slow semi-spoken part)))
Woke up last night from the sound of thunder,
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves?
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose?
Strange how the night moves,
with autumn closing in.
night moves -- workin' and practicin'
--repeat & fade --
SOMETHING LIKE THAT -- my apologies to Bob Seger if I've messed it up --
that's the way it always sounded to me, those 20-something years ago when I was
a shy, confused, and hopelessly longing for love (or lust) lad of 16, and it
seemed like that song came on the radio just about every night at midnight.
Good stuff.
Jeff Tinnell
O.K. here's another one.....Credit to Bob Seger
Main Street
I remember standing on the corner at midnight
Trying to get my courage up
There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown
Loved to watch her do her stuff
Through those long lonely nights she filled my dreams
Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat
Down on mainstreet....
In the pool halls, the hustlers, and the losers
Used to watch 'em through the glass
I'd stand outside at closing time
Just to watch her walk on past
Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet
As she made her way along down that empty street
Down on mainstreet...
break
Sometimes even now when I'm feeling lonely and beat
I drift back in time and I find my feet
Down on mainstreet...
Repeat and fade
I think that all the verses
Paul
Credit is given where credit is due...to Bob Seger
I hope I got all the verses right
TURN THE PAGE
Verses:
On a long lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to engine moaning out it's one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
Well you walk into a restaurant strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode
Most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't
All the same old cliches, "Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always feel outnumbered you don't dare make a stand
Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette remembering what she said
Chorus: (sprinkle liberaly throughout song :)
Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
There I go, playing star again
there I go, Turn the page
There, that oughta do it....
Paul