Publicación: Febrero.
Productor: The Pie.
Ingenieros: Steve & John.
Estudios: Olics Sound, Guatemala.
Edición: Alan O'Duffy.
Discográfica: A&M Records.
N° de catalogo: SP-3611.
Diseño de portada, fotografía: Hipgnosis.
Ilustración: Colin Elgie.
Tracklist:
Lado 1.
01 Thunderbox.
(Clempson, Marriott) 5:16
02 Groovin' With Jesus.
(Benny Swartz, Gene Barge) 2:18
03 I Can't Stand The Rain.
(A. Peebles, B. Miller, D. Bryant) 4:17
04 Anna (Go To Him).
(Arthur Alexander) 3:42
05 No Way.
(Ridley, Marriott) 2:48
06 Rally With Ali.
(The Pie) 2:49
Lado 2.
07 Don't Worry, Be Happy.
(The Pie) 2:54
08 Ninety-Nine Pounds.
(Don Bryant) 2:47
09 Every Single Day.
(Clempson) 3:46
10 No Money Down.
(Chuck Berry) 4:25
11 Drift Away.
(Mentor Williams) 3:57
12 Oh La-De-Da.
(Phillip Mitchell) 4:32
Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.S.A:
Discográfica: A&M Records.
N° de catalogo: SP-3611.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior.
Interior.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
Compact Disc - Edición Australia 2000:
Discográfica: Fruit Gum.
N° de catalogo: FCCD 0803047474.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Disco.
Booklet.
Booklet.
Booklet.
Booklet.
Compact Disc - Edición Japón 2007:
Discográfica: A&M Records.
N° de catalogo: UICY-93224.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior.
Interior.
Disco.
Inserto.
Humble Pie:
Steve Marriott: Guitarra, armónica, teclados, voz.
Dave "Clem" Clempson: Guitarra, guitarra slide, coros.
Greg Ridley: Bajo, voz (Drift away).
Jerry Shirley: Batería, piano (I can't stand the rain), coros.
Otros músicos:
Mel Collins: Cuernos.
The Blackberries: Carlena Williams, Venetta Fields, Billie Barnum.
Letras:
Thunderbox.
(Clempson, Marriott)
Oh, yeah
Ooh, oh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah
He's a thunderbox, sure
You got your hot pants round your shoulders
Lick your lips and you a fox
Everybody stopped and told us
They say you got a thunderbox
You can see for yourself, I've got a clean bill of health
I ain't never seen a thunderbox
Oh, oh, what do you know
Well, I get to sing--solo
He's a thunderbox
Oh yea, he's a thunderbox...
Well, was your claim to fame
In the same letter name
It's your game I'm playing
While the music is swaying
Oh, I'm so glad I came in here
He's a thunderbox
Oh yea, he's a thunderbox...
You're not a lot, you know, when you ain't a gypsy
And a hooker with your wicked knots
I had to park the car and take a look to see
'Cause I ain't never seen a thunderbox
Oh, oh, well, I don't know where you've been
But I can guess what you've seen
You know what I mean
He's a thunderbox
Oh, yea, he's a thunderbox...
Oh, oh, I can see what you've got
Since you sure got a lot
And, and the band's still playing
Let the music sway
Oh, I'm so glad I came in here
He's a thunderbox
Oh, yea, he's a thunderbox...
Some say you from Dallas there
And you're hooked on pork and beans
But I think it might be you're from Louisiana
Roundabout New Orleans
I can see you don't smell like no flower
But I can say the same for myself
Tell you girl, I know that you know that I know I've got my reasons
You know that you're bad yourself
Don't ask me for no answers
You could never ever take the shock
I've got the grief and I'll take my chances
Rolling with my thunderbox
Oh, oh, I guess you may say
It's just a casual affair
But I just got to know you all
He's a thunderbox
Oh, yea, he's a thunderbox...
Groovin' With Jesus.
(Benny Swartz, Gene Barge)
Now listen to me
I know you people
Some of you got some hard and everyday groovin' to do
And some of you people won't lay back
Some of you people just groove on everyday things
And some of you people just don't look back
Now I wanna lay something on you
Concerning the man himself
I say, groove with the man
I mean, groove with Jesus
Oh, groove with Jesus
And he's gonna wrap things all around us
And I know you've got a lot of trouble over the wall of that island
But I saw an old someone over there groovin'
Someone somewhere ah, believe me
Claimed at the man
Wrap things around with Jesus
Groove with Jesus
Let him wrap things all around us
I say, groove with the man
I mean, really preach him out
And let him wrap things all around us
Ooh, groove with Jesus
Wrap us all around
Wrap us all around...
I Can't Stand The Rain.
(A. Peebles, B. Miller, D. Bryant)
See, I can't stand the rain on my window
It's bringing back sweet memories
Well, the rain on my window
'Cause my baby ain't here with me
Hey, hey, window pane, do you remember
Well, just how sweet our love used to be
Oh, well, when we were together, yea
Everything was just so grand
Well, now that we'e parted
I just wanna say
That I can't, I just can't stand
Can't stand the rain against my window
Tell you why, it's bringing back sweet memories
I can't stand the rain against my window
All right, 'cause she ain't here with me
Well, let me tell you, oh, that window
When my baby's there we used to play
Well, I know, you've got some sweet, sweet, sweet memories
But my window, it's got nothing to say
I can't stand the rain against my window
It's bringing back sweet memories
Well, I can't stand the rain against my window
Tell you why, you know, 'cause my baby ain't here with me
Tell you again, oh, when we were together
Everything was just so grand
But now that we have parted
There's just one thing and you know what it is
I can't stand, I just can't stand
Can't stand the rain against my window
Well, it's bringing back sweet memories
Hey, window pane, can you remember
Just how sweet it used to be
Hey, get off my window
Don't you keep hanging there on my window
Oh, oh, yea, yea, well, there's just one thing
And you know what it is, yea
You know I can't stand
Don't you make me, don't you make me
Don't you make me think you're sweet
And you're my friend
Get off my window pane.
Anna (Go To Him).
(Arthur Alexander)
Well, now Anna
You come and ask me, girl
To set you free, girl
Oh, but I, I still love you so
But if he loves you more, go to him
Anna, go to him, Anna
Anna, I want you to know, girl
That I still love you so
But if he loves you more, go with him
All of my life I've been searching for a girl
Who's gonna love me like I love you
Oh, but every girl that I ever had
Just broke my heart and left me sad
Won't you tell me what am I, what am I supposed to do
Anna, see I want you to know, girl
That I still love you so
But if he loves you more, go with him
All of, all of my life I've been searching for a girl
Who's gonna love me like I, like I love you
But every girl that I ever had
Just broke my heart and then left me sad
Won't you tell me what am I supposed to do
Anna, you come and ask me, girl
To set you free, girl
Oh, but I still love you so
But if he loves you more, go with him
Won't you go with him
Go with him
Won't you go, won't you go
Walk away from me, girl
Can't stand no more
Can't stand no more.
No Way.
(Ridley, Marriott)
You know how much I love you
You know it's all right
You know how I like it
All night, it's out'a sight
Hey, you look so cool, girl
But I know your school, girl
I ain't gonna get fooled again
'Cause I've been there before
And I don't want no more
Hold it for another friend
Well, you had the power
Now you're a dead flower
You know, well, how does it feel
Well, I'm just waiting here
I said, my time is right
Now the love seems to light
You know how much I love you
You know it's all right
You know how I like it
All night, it's out'a sight
I've got me a new girl
And when I got through with you, the real thing
It was just a mess
I treated you real nice, girl
Now you in turn pay the price, girl
And I always did my best
I tried and tried
I tried to keep you satisfied
But you just totally put me off
So now here's the situation
I'm gonna take me a permanent vacation, haha
I'll go, now I'll go, now see I'm going for good
And you always said, Steve, you know you should
And I say, I would if I could
Now you tell me
You know how much I love you
You know it's all right
You know how I like it
All night, it's out'a sight
You know how much I love you
You know it's all right
You know how I like it
All night, it's out'a sight
No way.
Rally With Ali.
(The Pie)
Hey, get on down, yeah right
Won't you rally, rally with Ali
Rally, rally with Ali
Look at your body fly like the beat
You're the real thing, the only chance for me
Your whiplashing legs can shake the nation
Just drive him in the corner, use a combination
Come on, take a spin
You gotta stand by the man
If you stand by the man
You're standing by the fastest in the land
Oh yea, rally with Ali
I say, rally around the man
Well, this is an Ali rally
Ah, dance around the ring, boy
And then you do the same a little more
Get it from Leroy, you gotta see sweet Leroy
You got all the answers
And you're the king of dancers
You need no temptation
Swing him on the chin, boy
And you've got the style, boy
You've got to use it all the while now
Come on now, take the stand
You gotta stand by the man
If you stand by the man
You're standing with the fastest artist in the land
Rally, rally with Ali
I say, rally, rally with Ali
It's my Ali rally
Rally, rally, rally, rally, rally
Yes, people down in the street
Thought there's never be another Mohammed Ali
Oh rally, just a fight
Get lazier with Frazier, haha...
Don't Worry, Be Happy.
(The Pie)
Now listen, the times today
Well, they ain't nothing to write home about
There's too many people walking 'round
And they ain't got a life
Ain't that the truth
Ain't that the truth, people
And the ones that have
Well, I'll tell you now
They can stand no change
Well, the truth is they're being bankrupt
For what they already went and got
Well, it's clear to me that we're here for some reason
Yeah
To stop some kind of dread from our midst
So don't worry, be happy
I say, don't you worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
With any luck that we never got
This old world will never stop
And this seems to indicate to me
Exactly what we've got
We've got to stop bitching
And start preaching over people's children
Live together
We ought to love together
We ought to better the whole situation
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy...
Ninety-Nine Pounds.
(Don Bryant)
Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
She's got it each and every kiss
You wouldn't know what I'm talking 'bout
If you never had a love like this
Well, I don't mean to be frank with you all
It's a natural fact
Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
Well you can't argue with that
Oh, oh, yeah
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got it each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
'Cause I was the one running 'round town worrying too much
Twenty-four pounds of Sunday
That I can't see, yeah
And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
Oh, I'm talking about a feline friend
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul.
Every Single Day.
(Clempson)
Well, it ain't my dream, baby
To hold your hand
But that don't mean to say
I ain't your loving man
Because I gave my soul
To a travelling band
And I love you so
Because you showed me more
Than you'll ever, ever understand
I wrote this song 'cause I needed to say
I want you every single day
Well, yeah, I ain't too sure
Of the price I pay
If I have to live with my music
Almost every day
You know it, you know it shakes me up
And you let me down
And you sure help me, girl
You help me a lot
And I feel strong with you around
I wrote this song 'cause I needed to say
I love you every single day, every day
Oh, the endless road
Can be hard to bear
'Cause there's so many troubles
And I get my share
It's so easy to fall
Oh girl, and you know
You know I could
And so I hope you see what I would do
If I was all alone without your love
I wrote this song 'cause I needed to say
I love you every single day...
No Money Down.
(Chuck Berry)
Wait a minute, see here
As I was motivating way back in town
I saw a Cadillac sign, it was flashing saying
No money down
So I eased on my brakes
And I pulled in the drive
And I'd gotten the motor twice
And then I walked inside
The dealer came to me, said
Trade in your Ford and I'll put you in a car
That'll lead up the road
He said, just tell me what you want
And then just sign this line baby
And I'll have it delivered to you
Personally by hand in one hour's time
Well, I wanna get that car
Oh, and I'm gonna head down the road
And I won't have to worry
'Bout my beat up, ragged Ford
Now, see here, Mister, I want a yellow convertible
A four-door deviant with a Continental spare
And beautiful white chrome wheels
Now, I want power steering
And you know, that goes with power brakes
And you better put a powerful motor under that hood cap
'Cause I want a jet offtake
Another condition, listen
I want automatic heat and I want a pull-out bed
You understand, right there in my back seat
Ah, you give me short wave radio
Lay on some TV and a phone
See, I gotta talk to my woman
While I'm just cruising along
Hey, hey, I wanna get that car
Oh, I'm gonna head down the road
And no money down
And I won't have to worry
'Bout my wrecked up, beat up, ragged old Ford
Pick it up, uh, sure feels good, don't it
Wait a minute here, see that?
I want four carburetors
Two straight exhausts
I want to burn that aviation fuel
I don't care, I don't care what it'll cost
I want a railroad air horn, you know the type?
And a military spud
And see here, man
I want a five-year guarantee on everything I got
Understand?
And I want ten-dollar deductibles
Give me twenty dollar notes
You better have thirty thousand liability handy
That's all for now
Never got that car
And I'm heading on down the
Heading down the road
And I ain't worried no more
About my beat up, clapped up, run down old Ford.
Drift Away.
(Mentor Williams)
Day after day I'm more confused
Tell 'em
And I look for the light through the falling rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
Now I'm feeling the strain, ain't it a shame
Give me the beat, boys, to free my soul
Wanna get lost in your rock'n roll
And drift away
Give me the beat, boys, to free my soul
Wanna get lost in your rock'n roll
And drift away
Beginning to think that I'm wasting time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
Now I'm counting on you to carry me through
Oh, give me the beat, boys, to free my soul
Wanna get lost in your rock'n roll
And drift away
Give me the beat, boys, to free my soul
Wanna get lost in your rock'n roll
And drift away
When my mind is free
You know, the melody can't move me
When I'm feeling blue
Know the guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know I believe in this song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along, making me strong, yeah
Oh, give me the beat, boys, to free my soul
Wanna get lost in your rock'n roll
And drift away
Give me the beat, boys, to free my soul
Wanna get lost in your rock'n roll
And drift away...
Oh La-De-Da.
(Phillip Mitchell)
If you feel like you wanna dance
Come on, come on, come on
If you feel like you just wanna stand there and clap your hands
Come on, come on, come on
If you feel like you wanna sing, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
Well, if you wanna get down and do your thing
Come on, come on, come on
I said, come on, don't you be ashamed, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, you can be a woman or a man
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
Hey, watch us sing it now
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
Well, if you want to be at peace, oh
Oh la-de-da
Oh well, if you wanna be in it all at ease
Oh la-de-da
Yeah, don't you forget to support peace
Oh, la-de-da
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
And if you feel like you need a friend
And we hear you say, oh la-de-da
Join us all and come and sing
Oh la-de-da
And if you wanna scream, dance to a hymn
Oh la-de-da
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da
Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody sing along
Oh la-de-da, oh la-de-da...
Videos:
Thunderbox.
I Can't Stand The Rain.
No Money Down.
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