Publicación: Abril.
Productores: Graham Gouldman & Eric Stewart.
Ingeniero, mezcla: Eric Stewart.
Asistente: Tony Spath.
Estudios: Strawberry Studios, South.
Masterizado: Melvyn Abrahams.
Discográfica: Mercury Records.
N° de catalogo: 9102 502.
Diseño de portada, fotografías: Hipgnosis.
Gráficos de la portada: Colin Elgie.
Gráficos de la funda: George Hardie.
Retoque fotográfico: Richard Manning.
Tracklist:
Lado 1.
01 Good Morning Judge.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 2:55
02 The Things We Do for Love.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 3:29
03 Marriage Bureau Rendezvous.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 4:04
04 People in Love.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 3:48
05 Modern Man Blues.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 5:35
Lado 2.
06 Honeymoon with B Troop.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 2:46
07 I Bought a Flat Guitar Tutor.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 1:48
08 You've Got a Cold.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 3:36
09 Feel the Benefit.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman) 11:32
I: Reminisce and Speculate.
II: A Latin Break.
III: Feel the Benefit.
Tiempo total: 39:32 minutos.
Bonus tracks - Edicion C.D 1997:
10 Hot to Trot.
4:30
11 Don't Squeeze Me Like Toothpaste.
3:39
12 I'm So Laid Back, I'm Laid Out.
3:46
Singles:
1976 The Things We Do for Love / Hot to Trot.
Publicación: Diciembre.
1977 Good Morning Judge / Don't Squeeze Me Like Toothpaste.
Publicación: Abril.
1977 People in Love / I'm So Laid Back I'm Laid Out.
Publicación: Agosto.
Long Play Vinyl - Edición Alemania:
Discográfica: Mercury Records.
N° de catalogo: 6310 502.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior carpeta.
Funda interior.
Funda interior.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
10cc:
Eric Stewart: Voz, órgano, guitarra, piano, teclados, guitarra deslizante, sintetizador Moog, piano eléctrico, maracas.
Graham Gouldman: Voz, órgano, guitarras, dobro, fuzz bass, voces de armonía, palmas, triángulo, pandereta, autoharp, bajo.
Paul Burgess: Batería, percusión, triángulo, pandereta, conga, claves, vibráfono, cabassa, campanario, bloque de madera, aplausos, campanas, gong, piano.
Otros músicos:
Arreglos, conducción de cuerdas y metales: Del Newman (People in Lovey y Feel the Benefit).
Jean Alain Roussel: Órgano, teclados, piano eléctrico.
Tony Spath: Piano, oboe.
Letras:
Good Morning Judge.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
Well, good morning, judge, how are you today?
I'm in trouble, please put me away
A pretty thing took a shine to me
I couldn't stop her so I let it be.
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be.
He didn't do it
He wasn't there
He didn't want it
He wouldn't dare.
Well, good morning, judge, yes, I'm back again
I'm in trouble, so it's back to the pen
I found a car but I couldn't pay
I fell in love and I drove it away.
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away.
He didn't do it
He wasn't there
He didn't want it
He wouldn't dare.
I didn't do it
I wasn't there
I didn't want it
I wouldn't dare.
Alcatraz is like a home sweet home
I'm so wanted and I'm never alone
San Quentin is the place to be
I'm so happy I don't wanna be free.
So happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free.
The Things We Do for Love.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love.
Communication is the problem to the answer
You've got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather's turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love.
Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there's nowhere to go
When you're feeling like a part of you is dying
And you're looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you're gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up.
Ooh, you made me love you
Ooh, you've got a way
Ooh, you had me crawling up the wall.
Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there's nowhere to go
When you're feeling like a part of you is dying
And you're looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you're gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up.
Ooh, you made me love you
Ooh, you've got a way
Ooh, you had me crawling up the wall.
A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it's just a compromise of
The things we do for love
The things we do for love
The things we do for love
The things we do for love
The things we do for love.
Marriage Bureau Rendezvous.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
Well I've been lookin' after number one for too long
And it seemed that love was passing me by
So I thought I better do something about it
And that's why I'm sittin' here lookin' cross the table at you
That's why I'm sittin' here lookin' cross the table at you.
Well a lonely man needs a marriage bureau
Where they sit you right down and you fill in a form
Would you like a blonde or a black or a blue rinse
Do you like 'em small, love 'em slim long and tall
Do you like 'em small, love 'em slim long and tall
Oh no, too many questions.
I'm looking for a girl like momma used to be
She's cooking up a dream, she's baking ecstasy
Won't it be fine when
I find her.
Would I like to take her to a movie or the theatre
Would I pick her up at home or would I like to meet her
Somewhere we could take a good look at each other
Smile and say hello or walk away
Smile and say hello or walk away.
So I'm squeaky clean in and out of the bath
I never shaved so close before
I'm gonna put on a tie
I'm gonna shine up my shoes
I'm gonna slick back my hair
I've got nothin' to lose
Oh, I'll be stinkin' so good
Like I'm drowning in a sea of cologne.
(Hey) do you know you remind me of someone
(Ooh) but I'm here making eyes at you
And I think we're gonna say goodbye to the bureau
Close the files, turn the page, start anew
Close the files, turn the page, start anew.
People in Love.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
People in love do funny things
Walk under buses and burn their wings
People like us do nothing right
Talk to the ceiling into the night
Look at the smile in her eyes
I knew I was right in my bones
I feel the turnin' of wheels as it grows
Look at my face in her eyes
Am I right am I wrong
She's given me butterflies all along.
Ooh sitting alone in the dark (hey, hey)
Ooh feeling you close to me
We're in a dream but the hands on the clock seem to know
Tell me it's time to go.
People in love play silly games
Running in circles and ev'rywhere
People like us can make believe
Love is forever and I'll never be.
Ooh sitting alone in the dark (hey, hey)
Ooh feeling you close to me
We're in a dream but the hands on the clock seem to know
Tell us it's time to go.
Modern Man Blues.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
I'm tired Lord and I'm drawn
And I'm chilled right to the bone
I crawled home from my work
And this note said she was gone
Said your dinner's in the cat
And your love is out the door
I'm goin' back to my momma
And I don't want you no more, no more
She said she don't want me no more
She's gone back to her momma
Said she's never never comin' back no more.
Now a man can take so much
And only heaven knows his limit
But a naggin' bitchin' woman
Digs a hole and puts him in it
A sophisticated man
Needs a little something on the side
So what you don't get at home
You've gotta get outside, hey.
She's gone
I'm spending all of my money
She's gone, gone, gone
And I can swing with my honey
She's gone
I'm so glad my woman's gone.
Now time goes marching on
And it won't wait for you
You've gotta take it when it's offered
And get it when it's due
Now a man can move much faster
Without a millstone around his neck
So if you get the chance to lose it
You've gotta drop it and run like heck, hey.
She's gone
I'm spending all of my money
She's gone, gone, gone
And I can swing with my honey
She's gone
I'm so glad my woman's gone.
She's gone
I'm spending all of my money
She's gone, gone, gone
And I can swing with my honey
She's gone
I'm so glad my woman's gone.
Honeymoon with B Troop.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
My baby, she's crazy, she's lazy
So she's always bummin' around
Girls in France don't stand a chance
'Cause I've always got my baby around.
So, don't touch her
Oh, it's so fine, and you know what's mine is mine
At night we, sleep tight we
Stay close together 'cause the temperature's down
But baby, says maybe
Each time I try to get my fingers around.
Please don't touch her.
Sittin' with a tentpole, what a bloody jamboree
Listen to our motto, be prepared for ecstasy
Here comes the bride.
My baby, goes topless
And brings her beauty to a bottomless day
She's bathing, al fresco
And all her mystery is there on display.
So, don't get too close
Oh she's so fine, and you know what's mine is mine.
Ooh it's a drag when you're hitched to a dream
And the boys in the gang think she's part of the scenery
You're never alone and the tension is painful to see.
One night I, crept in and,
Got on my knees and tried to make her my wife
One reef knot, two grannies
And we were bound to stay together for life.
Now we'd like to...
I Bought a Flat Guitar Tutor.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
I bought a flat
Diminished responsibility
You're de ninth person to see
To be suspended in a seventh
Major catastrophe
It's a minor point but gee
Augmented by the sharpness of your
See what I'm going through
Ay to be with you
In a flat by the sea.
You've Got a Cold.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
Your nose is runnin'
And your eyes are red
Your head is achin'
You'd be better in bed
From the bottom of your fever
To the throbbing in your toes
You've got a cold
You've got a cold.
You're searching madly
To find a cure
But the mercury's rising
To a hundred and four
You've got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You've got a cold
You've got a cold.
Ain't no use in fightin' it
Get into bed and try to sweat it out
Hot toddies won't help you
Warm blankets won't sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you.
Anyway you've got it
Ain't no doubt about it
Nothin' new about
You can scream and shout it
Hot toddies won't help you
Warm blankets won't sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you've got it
Ain't no doubt about it
Nothin' new about
You can't fight it.
Foreign bodies in your Kleenex
You've got no taste at all
While your system is dyin'
The bugs are havin' a ball
You've got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You've got a cold
You've got a cold.
Feel the Benefit.
(E. Stewart/G. Gouldman)
You went out on the street without your shoes on
You didn't listen what your momma said
She said you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit
And if we all went out without our shoes on
Tell me where would we be, where would we be.
If all the people in the world lost their reason
What would we see, where would we be
If all the entertainers in the world lost their music
What would they play, what could they say
To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves
Won't feel the benefit.
You're like a cloud behind the sun
Like the face behind the clown
You're moving like the wrinkles in a frown
And you can never look back
A leaf that's borne upon the wind
A cardboard suitcase in your hand
The wanderer soon returns
And finds the colour of the grass is just the same
On the other side of the tracks, oh no.
Ooh when you smile it's like a holiday
Ooh pack your bags and we can get away
We'll float on a Queen down to Rio
There's no need to shave
We'll be stinking like rum in a punch.
You can walk on the water
You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo
You can smoke a little ganja
Float like a cloud over Rio, Rio
You can ride with the Gauchos
Swinging your bolas in a red bandana
You can run with the devil
Takin' your chances with Senorita.
You can drink a lot of coffee in Brazil
But the bill is gonna make you ill.
So, you can go out on the street and take your chances
But if you do, you better do it right
Or you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit
Spin the wheel and take your chances
And your number might come up
Though the odds may be in favor of the house
If all the people in the world would say together
We're all black and white, we're all day and night
If all the people in the world could sing together
How would it sound, what would we feel.
We'd all feel the benefit.
Hot to Trot.
She had a shake like a belly dancer
And a body like a tiger tiger (uh huh, uh huh)
She was looking at me.
Now you know that I ain't no dancer
But there's gotta be a way to meet her
So I just walked up to her and said
Are you hot to trot?
Well I knew I was looking cool
Pretty sharp like a razor razor (uh huh, uh huh)
She was smiling at me.
So I said if you got the notion
We could take a little trip to the ocean
She said that'll be OK
'Cause I'm hot to trot.
We were having a ball by the water
Talking about life and philosophizing (uh huh, uh huh)
She was really talking to me.
She said I can't understand why you gotta hustle
Struttin' and posin' and flexin' muscle
So I said, well that's easy baby
I'm hot to trot.
Don't Squeeze Me Like Toothpaste.
I treat you like a woman, so treat me like a man
I took you to a better place, and helped you understand
So don't squeeze me like toothpaste, like putty in your hand.
I'm gonna go away
I'm gonna blow away.
A woman is a woman, and a man is just a fool
He takes all of the heartaches, and life can be so cruel
So don't squeeze me like toothpast, like putty in your hand.
I'm gonna go away
I'm gonna blow away.
Who's gonna be there when the morning comes
Head on the pillow, smiling at me
I get up and make the coffee.
It must be love
It must be love.
Who's gonna be there when the morning comes
Head on the pillow, smiling at me
I get up and make the coffee.
It must be love
It must be love.
I treat you like a woman, so treat me like a man
I took you to a better place, and helped you understand
So don't squeeze me like toothpaste, like putty in your hand.
I'm gonna go away
I'm gonna blow away.
I'm So Laid Back, I'm Laid Out.
The people were running
The place was on fire
The smoke was a-growing
And the flames were getting higher.
The fire chief was shouting
As he knocked down my door
He said you better move your butt boy
Or you'll knock on heaven's door.
I'm so laid back, I'm laid out
I'm so caved in and spaced out
I'm wired to the teeth
I'm fused to the floor
So baby don't you bug me no more
Don't you bug me no more.
The rent needing paying
The insurance was due
The roof needing fixing
And the rain was coming through
But the forecast is sunny
So I'll stay here on my back
Tomorrow is another day
It's cozy in the sack.
I'm so laid back, I'm laid out
I'm so caved in and spaced out
I'm wired to the teeth
I'm fused to the floor
So baby don't you bug me no more
Don't you bug me no more.
There were times when you wanted to be number one
And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on
But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh).
My luxury is living
'Cause I can't afford to die
I'm a diletantic mother
With a twinkle in my eye.
Let the others do the running
I'm content to take a cut
Percentages are burning
And I'm happy in my rut.
I'm so laid back, I'm laid out
I'm so caved in and spaced out
I'm wired to the teeth
I'm fused to the floor
So baby don't you bug me no more
Don't you bug me no more
No more, no more, no more,...
Vídeos:
The Things We Do For Love.
Good Morning Judge.
Aubrey Powell de Hipgnosis habla con Hypergallery sobre el diseño que él y Storm Thorgerson produjeron para el álbum de 10cc, en Londres, 2012.
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