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Faces
Faces


Background information
Origin England
Genre(s) Rock
Blues Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) Mercury Records
Associated acts The Jeff Beck Group
The Rolling Stones
Small Faces
Free
The Who
The Jones Gang
Simply Red
Sex Pistols
Website Website
Members
Ronnie Wood
Kenney Jones
Ian McLagan
Glen Matlock
Mick Hucknall
Former members
Rod Stewart
Ronnie Lane
Tetsu Yamauchi



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Faces Album


Long Player (1971)
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Jerusalem
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mother don't you recognize your son

coming home, yeah yeah
getting home, 'cause I failed you, mother

I'll be there in the mornin'
if you have me back
the rent up here is much too high
for a room without a tap
a room without a tap

I'll be early in the morning
and I'll find my way back home
back home bad 'n' ruin
with my tail between my legs
tail between my legs
and I'll be so tired
I'll be so tired, now listen

I'll be early tomorrow morning
and I'll fall down off my plane
don't be embarrassed mother
by your ugly worn-out son
your ugly worn-out son

so just let me warn you
mother, you won't recognize me now
mother, you won't recognize me now
mother, you won't recognize me now

and I'll be down on Cannon street
passport in my hand
should you could not recognize me
I've heavily made-up eyes

momma, you won't recognize me now
brother, you won't recognize me now
hello there
sister, you won't recognize me now
mother, you won't recognize me now

so mother when you've seen me
don't forget I'm your boy too
I know my brother has done you proud
he's one foot in the grave
mother don't you recognize me now

I'm a burglar in the first degree
but it don't seem to worry me
I'll be so tired, so tired
I'll be so tired, so tired
so tired

. . .


(Ronnie Lane)

May the smile on your face
Come straight from your heart
Takes a lady like you
To write that for me

To wake up with you
Makes my morning so bright
Wipes the sleep from my eyes
When you tell me your dreams

And it goes on and on
Way beyond and out of reach
It's a well known old secret
Go and tell everyone

The smile on your face
Comes straight from your heart
If you look you will find
And you wrote that for me

. . .


(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

Sweet Lady Mary has to rest her poor head
Wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed
I tried to help her but I did not know how
I tried to love her but it's all over now

Nothing left to comfort me
Except a sunny day
Steal away
Steal away

Over the stones along the dusty old road
With every footstep one more tale is told
With every turning one more side to see
Sweet Lady Mary's seen the last of me

A lesson is learnt
I'll never come this way again
I'll steal away
Steal away

Her Spanish habits are so hard to forget
The lady lied with every breath, I accept
Was a matter of time before my face did not fit
I knew all along I'd have to quit.

Anyway now, I better not
Waste anymore of your time
I'll steal away
Steal away

I think I'll go back home and start all again
Where the Gulf Stream waters tend to ease the pain
And on a new day when I've mended the wound
Sweet Lady Mary's gate I swear I'll be bound

But before I sit down again
And waste anymore of your time
I better steal away
Steal away

. . .


(Ronnie Lane)

I wish I
I wish I was in Richmond
I do, I would I
I wish I
I wish I was back home

I'm waitin'
Here in New York City
The rain is falling
There's no one who cares
There's no one loves me here

The women
They may look very pretty
And some they know it
But some look good
They show a leg and smile
But they all look like the flowers
In someone else's garden
I've no act of love
for anyone but you

. . .


"all right, here's one you may well know
you may not know it and if you don't know it
I really don't know where you've been
so you should know the tune. here we go"

maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
maybe I'm afraid of the way I'll leave you
baby I'm amazed at the way you fool me all the time
you hung me on a line
oh baby I'm amazed at the way I really need you

baby, I'm a man, oh baby
I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something
that he doesn't really understand
baby, I'm a man, oh baby
you're the only woman that could ever help me
baby, won't you try to understand

baby, I'm a man, oh baby
I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something
that he does not really understand, good God, hoo
baby, I'm a man, oh baby
you're the only one that could ever help me
baby, won't you try to understand

baby, I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
baby, I'm afraid of the way I'll leave ya'
baby, I'm amazed at the way you help me sing the song
you right me when I'm wrong
baby I'm amazed at the way I really need ya'

baby, I'm a man, oh baby
I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something
that he does not really understand
baby, I'm a man, oh baby
you're the only woman that could ever help me

baby, won't you try to understand
there you go, heh
baby I'm amazed, the way I really need you
alright, just about warming up and getting into it right about here

. . .


(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart & Ronnie Lane)

Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighbourhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world

Left my bicycle under the stairs
Laid my coat across the kosher chairs
Made my way across the crowded room
I had nothing to lose

My reception wasn't very keen
So turning on a friendly grin
Stood on the table with my glass of gin
And came straight to the point

(Chorus)
I was glad to come
I'll be sad to go
So while I'm here
I'll have me a real good time

(Repeat)

Dancing madly round the room, yeah
Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune
Was escorted by a friendly slag
'Round the bedroom and back
Wandered across to the door
Missed my step and I fell on the floor.
Said one word and was asked to leave
Kinda' wish I was dead.

(Chorus)

The skinny girl made it clear
That she only came here for the beer
The vicar simply reeked of gin
On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle
(Good party)
I was glad to come, but I was also glad to get home

. . .


(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood)

I don't care who's watching
Don't mind what the surfing heads might say
Although I may not be no Charlie Atlas
I'm gonna take my shirt off anyway

Now skin and bones sinks easy on the high tide
And I'm not one for castles in the sand
I've seen a girl I once knew from the East Side
I think I spy a bottle in her hand
I think I spy a bottle in her hand

I don't need to know your birthday
A fortunteller I don't claim to be
There's a place I know of called the Tip Top
Won't you come and take a walk with me
Won't you come and take a walk with me

Didn't take too much hard work to get her
Melted like a chocolate in my arms
If (?) had ever seen it better
It never did the scenery no harm
Never did the scenery no harm.

. . .


all right, it's your turn to give something back
so let's hear a couple of chords
now where are ya', come on

I got a letter, it come to me by mail
my baby's a-comin' home, I hope that she won't fail
because I feel so good, I feel so good
you know I feel so good, feel like ballin' the jack

I drove into town to that old station, just to meet her old train
my baby said she's a-comin' home I hope that she won't fail
because I feel so good, I feel so good
you know I feel so good, feel like ballin' the jack

feel so good, I hope I always will
feel just like I just got out of jail
wherever I'm with you
because I feel so good, I feel so good.
you know I feel so good, feel like ballin' the jack

all right, I can see you
let's have you
are you with me up there
are you with me are you with me

feel so good, feel so good.
oh I feel so good, ah yeah

I want you to uh, shout as loud as you can
'cause were going to try and record this so you'll know

I feel so good, feel so good
feel so good, feel so good
so nice, so nice
so nice, so nice
so nice, so nice
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh
wo-wo-wo-wo
wo-wo-wo-wo
wo-wo-wo-wo

woh I feel so good, oh yeah, let's hear you

feel, feel, feel, feel, feel so good ...

you know I feel so good
feel like ballin' the jack
you know I feel so good
feel like ballin' the jack
you know I feel so good

thanks for waking up for us

. . .

Jerusalem

[No lyrics]

. . .


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