ELTON JOHN (1970)
Your Song
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside,
I'm not one of those who can easily hide,
I don't have much money, but boy if I did,
I'd buy a big house where we both could live.
If I was a sculptor, but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show,
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do,
My gift is my song and this one's for you.
And you can tell everybody this is your song,
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind,
That I put down in words,
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss,
Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross,
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do,
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue,
Anyway, the thing is what I really mean,
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
I Need You To Turn To
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
You're not a ship to carry my life,
You are nailed to my love in many lonely nights.
I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here,
For I need your love, your love protects my fears.
And I wonder sometimes, and I know I'm unkind,
But I need you to turn to when I act so blind,
And I need you to turn to when I lose control,
You're my guardian angel who keeps out the cold.
Did you paint your smile on, well I said I knew
That my reason for living was for loving you?
We're related in feeling, but you're high above,
You're pure and you're gentle with the grace of a dove.
Take Me To The Pilot
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
If you feel that it's real
I'm on trial,
And I'm here in your prison,
Like a coin in your mint,
I am dented and I'm spent with high treason.
Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danger zone,
Take me to the Pilot for control,
Take me to the Pilot of your soul,
Take me to the Pilot,
Lead me to his chamber,
Take me to the Pilot,
I am but a stranger.
Well, I know he's not old, and I'm told he's a virgin,
For he may be she,
But what I'm told is never for certai
No Shoestrings On Louise
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Lady Love rides a big red Cadillac,
Buys the hoe-down show, salt and beans,
Goes to church to pray for Lucifer,
She milked the male population clean.
So ride in line, shake yourself by the hand,
Live your life inside a paper can,
But you'll never get to pick and choose,
She's bought you and sold you,
There ain't no shoestrings on Louise.
Come on down, come on down from the ladder,
Henry, get your head out of them clouds,
What she wants is to go kissing on a swine-herd -
You might as well kiss the boss man's cow.
All those city women want to make us poor men,
And this land's got the worse for the worrying;
I got married at the early age of fourteen,
And I've been worrying about the way you'll be loving 'em.
First Episode At Hienton
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
I was one as you were one,
And we were two so much in love forever;
I loved the white socks that you wore,
But you don't wear white socks no more,
Now you're a woman.
I joked about your turned-up nose
And criticized your school girl clothes,
But would I then have paced these roads to love you?
For seasons come and seasons go,
Bring forth the rain, the sun and snow,
Make Valerie a woman -
And Valerie is lonely.
No more to roam on the snow hills of Hienton,
Undecided with the guardians of the older generation;
A doormat was a sign of welcome
In the winter months to come;
And in the summer laughing
Through the castle ruins we'd run.
For the quadrangle sang to the sun
And the grace of our feeling,
And the candle burned low as we talked of the future,
Underneath the ceiling.
There were tears in the sky,
And the clouds in your eyes were just cover,
For your thighs were the cushions
Of my love and yours for each other.
For seasons come and seasons go,
Bring forth the rain, the sun and snow,
Make Valerie a woman -
And Valerie is lonely.
The songs still are sung,
It was fun to be young,
But please don't be sad where`ere you are -
I am who I am,
You are who you are -
Now Valerie's a woman
Now Valerie's a woman
Now Valerie's a woman.
Sixty Years On
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age,
When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave,
And señorita play guitar play it just for you
My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through.
You've hung up your greatcoat and you've laid down your gun,
You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun.
And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun,
I've no wish to be living sixty years on.
Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again,
I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same,
And Magdelena plays the organ plays it just for you
Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through.
Border Song
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Holy Moses, I have been removed;
I have seen the spectre, he has been here too;
Distant cousin from down the line,
Brand of people who ain't my kind,
Holy Moses, I have been removed.
Holy Moses, I have been deceived;
Now the wind has changed direction and I'll have to leave;
Won't you please excuse my frankness, but it's not my cup of tea,
Holy Moses, I have been deceived.
I'm going back to the border,
Where my affairs, my affairs ain't abused,
I can't take any more bad water,
I've been poisoned from my head down to my shoes,
Holy Moses I have been deceived.
Holy Moses, let us live in peace,
Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease;
There's a man over there, what's his colour, I don't care;
He's my brother, let us live in peace,
He's my brother, let us live in peace,
He's my brother, let us live in peace.
The Greatest Discovery
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Peering out of tiny eyes
The grubby hands that gripped the rail
Wiped the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch
A whistle awakened someone there
Next door to the nursery just down the hall
A strange new sound you never heard before
A strange new sound that makes boys explore
Tread neat so small those little feet
Amid the morning his small heart beats
So much excitement yesterday
That must be rewarded must be displayed
Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows
But what's this extra bed just here
His puzzled head tipped to one side
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
Glancing down upon this thing
That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing
In those silent happy seconds
That surround the sound of this event
A parent smile is made in moments
They have made for you a friend
And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
The Cage
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Have you ever lived in a cage
Where you live to be whipped and be tamed?
For I've never loved in a cage,
Or talked to a friend or just waved.
Well, I walk while they talk about virtue,
Just raised on my back legs and snarled,
Watched you kiss your old daddy with passion,
And tell dirty jokes as he died.
But I'm damned when I really care there,
For the cellar's the room in your lives
Where you lace yourself with bad whiskey,
And close the cage doors on your life.
Well, I pray while you bathe in bad water,
Sing songs that I learnt as a boy,
Then break all the bones in my body
On the bars you can never destroy.
Have you ever lived in a cage
Where you live to be whipped and be tamed?
For I've never loved in a cage,
Or talked to a friend or just waved.
The King Must Die
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
No man's a jester playing Shakespeare
Round your throne-room floor,
While the juggler's act is danced upon
The crown that you once wore.
And sooner or later
Everybody's kingdom must end,
And I'm so afraid your courtiers
Cannot be called best friends.
Caesar's had your troubles,
Widows had to cry,
While mercenaries in cloisters sing,
And the King must die.
Some men are better staying sailors,
Take my word and go;
But tell the ostler that his name was
The very first they chose.
And if my hands are stained forever,
And the altar should refuse me,
Would you let me in, would you let me in,
Should I cry sanctuary?
Caesar's had your troubles,
Widows had to cry,
While mercenaries in cloisters sing,
And the King must die.
No man's a jester playing Shakespeare
Round your throne-room floor,
While the juggler's act is danced upon
The crown that you once wore.
The King is dead
The King is dead
The King is dead
Long Live the King.