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Montrose Album


Paper Money (1974)
1974
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Rappaport

Take me now or take me underground
Send me to meet my dark, dark sky.
Lord, help a sinner
Lord, help a fool
Take me now or let me die.
Well you take me and you break me
Well you take me and you break me.
Take me now or take me underground
Well change me into a maggot pie.
Still, if you want some, go and get your spoon
Eagles devouring a silver moon.
One by one we've been strolling down the line,
One by one they're always taking up my space
and up my time.
One by one companies crawling out my ears,
One by one they're all burning up my space
and up my years.
Well you take me and you break me
And you make me your slave.
Well you take me and you break me
And you make me your slave.

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Jagger-Richards

Everything is going in the wrong direction.
Doctor wants to give me more injections.
Giving me shots for a thousand rare infections
And I don't know if he'll let me go.
I just can't make no connection, whoa no.
All I want to do is get back to you.
My bags, they get a very close inspection,
I wonder why it is they suspect 'em?
They're trying to add me to their collection
And I don't know if they'll let me go, oh no.
And I can't make no connection, no
And all I want to do is get back to you.
Yeah, I can't make no connection, baby.
All I want to do...All I want to do...
No connection,
I just can't make no connection.
All I want to do baby, yeah.
Everything I wanna do is get back to you.

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Hagar-Montrose

Alone at sea, close my eyes, I slip away, way up in the sky.
And I play with the angels with my paper wings.
Hook me a chain on the moon.
I'll do anything, day or night, I'll tell you, I don't care
Anytime, anyplace, go anywhere.
Yeah, I'm a dreamer
Lock me away, yes my body is yours
But baby, you won't never keep me behind closed doors.
And ya' may think I'm crazy, well, just maybe a touch.
So you just use me, like we all need a crutch.
And you've got yours, and I've got mine
I step right behind the moon - suits me just fine.
Paralized - I feel no pain
Silver bullets numb my brain.
I look at the future and what lies ahead
The silver bullets have turned to lead.
All the more I laugh, all the more I'm gonna cry.
The more I live, the more I'm gonna die.

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Starliner

[No lyrics]

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Montrose

If you're lookin' for someone that you can keep
Well, baby pass me by.
And if you want something that's twenty years deep
Baby, don't even try.
But if you want someone to take your soul
Maybe lift you a little bit higher...
I got the fire
Just 'cuz I'm skinny, don't you sell me cheap
I'm as long as a country mile.
Well some like it wide and some like it deep
And guess which one's my style!
If you think you can beat me at my own game
Well baby, I say you're a liar.
Well, I got the fire

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Hagar-Montrose

He was a good man, he meant no harm.
A victim of life, possessor of charm.
In a time when no man
Could just do alright and get by.
To make way for the new the old had to die
The old had to die - it was crazy.
They needed a change - no man would try.
He did understand, but he didn't know why, no.
So he left himself in the hands of the power
And locked up his questions in the people's tower
The people's tower. He was crazy.
Don't think twice - spaceage sacrifice
Well, let's go back when it all was starting
A man on the moon and people were starving.
Everyone knew, but most didn't care.
Well, everyone thought they were going somewhere
They were going somewhere
There was nowhere, it was nowhere!
Don't think twice - spaceage sacrifice
It was a spaceage sacrifice.

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Montrose

We've been walking in shadows for far too long
Listening to memories of that same old worn-out song.
Watching the time go by with nothing more than a sigh,
Making eachother cry and not really not knowing why.
No more crying, no more tears
No more wasting days and years.
Sun is rising on a brand-new day
People singing while children play
We're going home
We're going home, that's right
We're going home... (repeat)

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Hagar-Montrose

I play the game of a rich boy,
I buy everything I can.
My bankroll is a foot thick,
I'm a wealthy man.
A million dollar reserve note is right there in my hand
And I can't stand to think...it's all that I've got.
Take away all my silver
Take away all my gold
And hand me a stack of paper
Paper money don't hold. Paper money don't hold.
Well, you act as though you don't remember
The way it all used to be.
Now one man, he locks up the money
Another man holds the key.
My car cost me fifteen grand,
Some say I got a deal.
Melt it down, I've got a thousand pounds of junk
And ten dollars worth of steel.

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