TELEGRAM VICKI HOMESICK AGAIN
VANCOUVER SHAKEDOWN BORN UNDER THE WRONG SIGN LORETTA
CARRY OUT FEELINGS LIFT THE LID YOU'RE THE VIOLIN


RECORDED AND MIXED AT LE STUDIO, MORIN HEIGHTS, CANADA
PRODUCED BY MANNY CHARLTON
ENGINEERED BY JOHN PUNTER & NICK BLAGONA


TELEGRAM (PART 1 ON YOUR WAY) Nazareth Sent a telegram today Tomorrow youíll be on your way Could be Memphis or L.A. No questions just get out and play. Wake up call to catch the plane You know youíre on the road again Someoneís banginí in your head Why did you get so late to bed. Runniní late and feeliní bad That breakfast was the worst youíve had Make the gate no time to spare Before you know youíre in the air. 747 flies us high Much higher than weíre meant to be Youíre six miles high but feeliní down You wish you could be on the ground. Find your bags and walk for miles The customs man is waitiní there Immigration cause delay You wonder if youíll ever play. Limousine is standiní by We get inside and drive a while F.M. Station soundiní good And gettiní better every mile. Hotel lobby looks the same With all the same old girls in town Press reception takes the day With all the same old things to say Need your picture smile this way And will you tell me what you play (PART 2 SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCKíNíROLL STAR) Roger McGuinn/Chris Hillman (COPYRIGHT 1966 TICKSON MUSIC CO. (BMI) So you wanna be a rock'n'roll star Just listen now to what I say Get yourself an electric guitar and take some time and learn to play. (PART 3 SOUND CHECK) Nazareth Your roadies call to say OK The soundcheck can get underway Soundcheckover, had some fun A waste of time for everyone Time has come to start the show It's boogie time for everyone Check guitars before you go Theyíre close enough for rock n roll The lights are low, The crowd is high,much higher than They're meant to be We take the stage and start to play The lights come up for all to see (PART4 HERE WE ARE AGAIN) Nazareth Here we are again, singin' the same old songs Lookin for someone who will sing along Here we are again playin' the same old scenes Lookin'for someone who will share our dreams Here we are again facing the same old sights Lookin' for someone who will share our nights WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) VICKI Nazareth (instrumental) NAZARETH COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) HOMESICK AGAIN Nazareth Sad to be alone Your only comfort is the telephone Homesick again Thoughts of far away Silence is the only way to say Ain't it a shame Whatís goin' down, she don't understand Can't you be with her every night Why must it be, you're away so long But she plays along, and it's alright People all around You donít see or hear them make a sound It's not the same Whatís goin' down, she donít understand Can't you be with her every night Why must it be, you're away so long But she plays along, and it's alright Countiní out the days That don't help to ease the days away The price you pay Homesick again (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) VANCOUVER SHAKEDOWN Nazareth We only came here to play rock'n'roll Share some times with some people we know Drink some wine Give us some time We aint no wise boys we aint no fools We tried to play clean and keep to the rules We take and we give, just playin' our gig But we got laid over Ya we was done over Somebody tell us what's goin' down Don't need another Vancouver shakedown Six miles high, six miles along Chasin' the sun we've come to sing you a song Deliver our goods We're just rock'n'roll dudes All these behind us, and one more to go Fly to Vancouver, to do the lastshow It's got to be good, like we know that it should But we got laid over Ya we was doneover Somebody tell us what's goin' down Don't need another Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown We only came here to play rock'n'roll Share some times with some people we know Drink some wine Give us some time But we got laid over Ya we was done over Somebody tell us what's goin' down Don't need another Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown Vancouver shakedown (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) BORN UNDER THE WRONG SIGN Nazareth Born under the wrong sign Trouble is my middle name Born under the wrong sign Every day turns out the same But it's so hard to see the light When you're born under the wrong sign Wrong sign Wrong sign Cast out'a the wrong mold Sorry is no way that I feel Cast out'a the wrong mold Singin' my blues is for real But it's so hard to see the light When you're born under the wrong sign Born under the wrong sign Trouble is my middle name Born under the wrong Every day turns out the same But it's so hard to see the light When you're born under the wrong sign Wrong sign Wrong sign (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) LORETTA Nazareth Lovely Loretta I'd like to know you better Sure would like to know what's Goin' on in your head Sweet juicy Lucy go crazy if you chose me Sure would like to help you Stop fallin' out'a your bed Lovely Loretta you know Iím scared to bet ya I donít know if I went if Iíd win or Iíd lose Stronger tha whiskey, ya got to be a Frisky But ya got something I'd really, like to use Lovely Loretta I saw ya in a magazine Set my details to the gettiní scene Lovely Loretta youíre lookiní so good to me Helps to make my dreams reality Lovely Loretta, you know Iíve got to get ya You know that its only a simple matter of time Save my sanity,Oh , girl you gotta use me Loretta come and help me stop goiní outía my mind Loretta come and help me stop goiní outía my mind Lovely Loretta Lovely Loretta Lovely Loretta (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) CARRY OUT FEELINGS Nazareth I'm not just something you can pick up or put down Entertainment value, like some circus clown Don't give green stamps With my emotions Don'thave a cut price soul Don't do, Carry out feelings Or take away love Carry out feelings You take away love Carry out feelings You take away love Don't have the kind of heart You reap and you take away Keep in your cold store to use at some future date Don't give a refund on my emotions No discounting on my soul Don't do, Carry out feelings Or, take away love Carry out feelings You take away love Carry out feelings And take away love I'm not just someone you can pick up and throw away Someone to join you in arecycled love affair Don't give green stamps with my emotions Don'thave a cut price soul Don't do, Carry out feelings Or take away love Carry out feelings You take away love Carry out feelings You take away love Carry out feelings You take away love (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) LIFT THE LID Nazareth Here I am, sitting on my porch Thinkiní my life has got to be beyond reproach Have I forgot some friends close to me Real ones that donít use me And does my woman love me now Like she loved me then Here I am,my defenses are down Will she remember me when Iím not around Will she still dream by me Or will she find a new life Will I ever get used, to being alone at night Iíll never know, but would it do me any good if I did Life is a strange brew, maybe we should not lift the lid Lift the lid Iíll never know, but would it do me any good if I did Life is a strange brew, maybe we should not lift the lid Lift the lid (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI) YOUíRE THE VIOLIN Nazareth Some beat me like a drum Some stroke me like a guitar Some shake me like a tambourine Some beat me into the wall In the song of my life Baby, youíre the violin Some blow me like a horn Some slide me like a trombone Some smoke me like a tuba dude Some cut me like a saxophone In the song of my life Baby, youíre the violin When you touch me like you touch me Donít it feel like a summer breeze When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya It brings me to my knees Think Iím makiní love to you Sweet Baby, Ya When you touch me like you touch me Well, donít it feel like a summer breeze When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya It brings me to my knees Think Iím makiní love to you Sweet Baby, Ya Some beat me like a drum Some stroke me like a guitar Sh-sh-sh-shake me like a tambourine Some beat me into the wall In the song of my life Baby, youíre the violin In the song of my life Baby, youíre the violin (WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH) COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI)