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Joe Satriani
Joe Satriani


Background information
Born July 15, 1956
Born place Westbury, New York, United States
Genre(s) Instrumental Rock
Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1978—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Sony Music
Relativity Records
Associated acts Chickenfoot
Deep Purple
Sammy Hagar
Steve Vai
Alice Cooper
Mick Jagger
G3
Jason Becker
Website Website



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Joe Satriani Album


Flying In A Blue Dream (1989)
1989
1.
Flying in a Blue Dream
2.
The Mystical Potato Head Groove Thing
3.
4.
Headless
5.
6.
7.
One Big Rush
8.
9.
The Feeling
10.
11.
Day at the Beach (New Rays From An Ancient Sun)
12.
Back to Shalla-Bal
13.
14.
The Forgotten (Part One)
15.
The Forgotten (Part Two)
16.
The Bells of Lal (Part One)
17.
The Bells of Lal (Part Two)
18.
Into the Light
. . .

Flying in a Blue Dream

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Mystical Potato Head Groove Thing

[No lyrics]

. . .


On the highway to your house,
I see the signpost, I check it out.
Can't slow down now to where you are.
I feel like I'm flying here, in my car.

I just can't slow down,
Driving to the sound.

Tear the walls down, tear them down.
Feel the power, it's all around.

I just can't slow down
Driving to the sound.
Never touch the ground,
I just can't slow down.

Something's burning deep inside.
My blood's on fire, my eyes are wild.
I'm in my own world, I'm inside out.
Looking for something, tell me what it's all about.

I just can't slow down
Driving to the sound
Never touch the ground,
I just can't slow down

. . .

Headless

[No lyrics]

. . .


My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out
I'm feeling kinda shaky, my mind is full of doubt.
All I ever think about is fearing fear itself,
Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf.

CHORUS:

You know I'm feeling kinda... Strange.
You know I'm feeling kinda... Strange.

Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight.
Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright.
My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor.
Sweep 'em up, throw 'em away, I don't want 'em any more.

CHORUS

Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night.
Still there are the questions, no answers in sight.

Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight.
Staring out the window, everything is just too bright.
Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor.
Wish I could unscrew my head and kick it out the door.

CHORUS

. . .


I've been out walking for hours.
I've got something on my mind.
How did we get here? Where are we going?
And why is life so hard?

I read the stories, see the photographs.
World's in a crazy space.
I've got to hold on to my dreams;
There's just no other place.
There's just no other place.

CHORUS:

I believe
We can change anything.
I believe
We can rise above this.
I believe
There's a reason for everything.
I believe
In my dream.

I've seen the shadows of the living.
Seen them turn and walk away.
And I keep searching for the right words
To send these thoughts away.

There's a picture I like to look at,
A picture of a beautiful face.
And I see something in her eyes,
Sends me to a better place.
Sends me to a better place.

CHORUS

I believe
We can change anything.
I believe
In my dream

. . .

One Big Rush

[No lyrics]

. . .


When the night falls, the big moon's gonna rise.
You can look right up, see it in the sky.
Makes me feel like I'm going to blow a fuse.
I start to shiver and shake with a strange kind of blues.

...But I like it.

I see it now the moon is high above.
It's got a hold on me, I just can't get enough.
Big, round, black and white, I feel the pull, I see the light.
Big bad moon's looking down on me tonight.

...But I like it.

When the moon comes, got nowhere to hide.
It can turn your head around like it turns the tide.
Man, woman, boy, child. Makes you feel like you were born wild.
The big bad moon's looking down on me tonight.

...But I like it.
...I like it.

Talkin' 'bout big bad moon
Ooh yeah big bad moon
Talkin' 'bout big bad moon
Ooh yeah...

. . .

The Feeling

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Gimme that phone!]

I got to talk to you, baby, set the record straight.
'Cause this relationship is goin' from love to hate.
You're always trying to make me do things that're really dumb,
And we're always disagreein' on how to have fun.

CHORUS:

And you know I don't want what you want,
I want what I want.

Well, you look like a yuppie, and that's too bad.
Yeah, it used to be funny, but now it's sad.
And your friends are all stupid and they talk too much,
And I'd feel a lot better staying out of touch.

CHORUS

You can say goodbye to me, honey.
You can say goodbye to my money.

Well, I'm sittin' here callin' from Tennessee,
And I've been jammin' with my buddies like I ought to be.
And it feels real good bein' on my own,
And I don't mind leaving you dry as bone.

CHORUS

Well, it's all over, it's just too late.
And I'm so glad we're living in different states.
You know I said it all before like I knew I should,
But you got nothing in your head but a block of wood.

CHORUS

. . .

Day at the Beach (New Rays From An Ancient Sun)

[No lyrics]

. . .

Back to Shalla-Bal

[No lyrics]

. . .


I know some people like to take life easy,
That's not my style.
I'm not the type to let this life tease me,
I'm gonna make it wild.

I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.

Some people think you've got to like your life one way,
I disagree.
I'm not gonna pay attention to them anyway,
It's got nothing, nothing to do with me.

Life is so short, we've got
No time to waste at all.

CHORUS:

I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.
I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.

I see the road, as it opens up before me,
I feel the heat.
I'm gonna go where I want, when I want to.
I've got to be free.

CHORUS

Feels so right...
Feels so right...

. . .

The Forgotten (Part One)

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Forgotten (Part Two)

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Bells of Lal (Part One)

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Bells of Lal (Part Two)

[No lyrics]

. . .

Into the Light

[No lyrics]

. . .


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