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Call It What You Will - Steve Hill

WHAT A LIFE

I like to get high as often as I can
I like to get high as often as I can
Gimme a drink or two
and I become another man
Got no worries and I don’t feel ashamed
Got no worries and I don’t feel ashamed
But when the sun comes up
I can’t say that feels the same

Chorus:
I’m feeling like an old man
Don’t push me I can hardly stand
Oh what a life I’m livin’ I can’t go on
If my mom could see me now

Solo Guitare

I’m so gone I can’t recall my name
I’m so gone I can’t recall my name
I’m in rough shape
And I’m the one to blame

Chorus
Solo Drum
Solo Piano

words Hill/Bonneville, music Steve Hill
1998 Socan, Éditions Bros, Tele Man Music

SLAVE

I must be a slave to your love
Maybe I’m a slave to your love
I just cannot get through without you
I ain’t got no need for someone new

Now I’m alone, alone in my room
Thinking about the good times that we’ve had
Tears keep falling down my face
I hate the whole damn human race

Care about no one else
Can’t love no one else
Think about no one else
Can’t love no one else

I wouldn’t know joy if it looked me right in the face
So hard to find, so easy to misplace
The hole I dig is making me so sore
The deeper I get I wanna dig some more

Care about no one else
Can’t love no one else
Think about no one else
Can’t love no one else

Slave, slave to your love
to your love...
Care about no one else
Can’t love no one else...

words Steve Hill/Joshua Bishop and music Steve Hill
©1998 Socan, Éditions Bros, Tele Man Music

YOU CAN TRUST ME NOW

True enough I haven’t been a good man
Sure enough I can understand
You find it hard to trust me
But I’ve changed can’t you see

I was a tornado now I’m a cool breeze
Lookin’ back now I can see how you’d feel
But I finally realize
I’d be lost without you lovin’ me

Chorus:
You can trust me now
You can trust me now
So don’t walk out that door
But do what I’m prayin’ for
Darlin’ please believe in me

To my easy ways I’ve put an end
Say you’ll stay and try once again
Remember the good times
We had before I lost my way

You’re the color in my black & white
You’re the answer to my question tonigh
t I’m askin’ you baby
I want to be the man in your life

Chorus + Solo Guitare

Some say it’s easy but I know it’s not
It’s hard to see clearly the good things we’ve got
I am only human
All I’m askin’ for is one last chance

Chorus

©socan 1998 lyrics S. Hill/Ray Bonneville, music S. Hill, Éditions
Bros/Tele Man Music

DARKEST HOUR

Just before the dawn
Comes the darkest time of the night
Just before the dawn
Comes the darkest time of the night
When the streets are all empty
And the moon’s gone to the other side

I heard a dog off in the distance
Could be a thief out there
I heard a dog bark in the distance
Could be a thief out there
Could be a tom up on a fence
Out on the prowl somewhere
Could be the four nineteen
Too far out (off) for me to hear

You know I laid down in the bed
But I could not catch no sleep
You know I laid down in the bed
But I could not catch no sleep
So I just lie awake
And listen to the kitchen faucet leak

words Ray Bonneville, music Steve Hill
© 1998 Socan, Éditions Bros, Tele Man Music

OVERQUALIFIED

I’ve heard the stories baby
Talk’s all over town
The people say you’re a bad girl
From sun up to sun down
Hey Hey that’s what I’m lookin’ for

I ain’t lookin’ for a miracle
I ain’t askin’ for love
But I would bet my last nickel
You know some stuff I’ve never heard of
Hey Hey you’re what I’m lookin’ for

I know you’re overqualified
When it comes to a wildride

I told her ”yeah I’ve really heard it all
All about the guys that you know”
She said “if you think I’m doin’ the whole town
I did that a long , a long time ago
Hey Hey there ain’t no problem baby

I know you’re overqualified
When it comes to a wildride

I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’
I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’

She’s a two-bit tramp
That’s what I’ve been told
But you see one man’s garbage
is another man’s gold
Hey Hey there ain’t no problem baby
I know you’re overqualified
When it comes to a wildride

I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’
I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’
I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’
I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’
I don’t care ‘bout what they’re sayin’

words Hill/Bishop, music Steve Hill
©1998 Socan, Éditions Bros, Tele Man Music

GEE BABY, AIN’T I GOOD TO YOU

What makes me treat you
The way that I do ?
Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

Love makes me treat you
the way that I do
Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

I bought you a fur-coat for chrisma
Diamond rings
A big cadillac car
and everything

Love makes me treat you
the way that I do
Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

What makes me treat you
The way that I do ?
Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

Love makes me treat you
the way that I do
Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

I bought you a fur-coat for chrismas
Diamond rings
A big cadillac car
and everything

Love makes me treat you
the way that I do
Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

Gee, baby, ain’t I good to you?

WANNA HOLLER

Riding on the number 20 bus, it was
Early in the morning
The sky was grey and the misty rain had started falling

She got on board at 3rd street
And shook her umbrella
She sat down next to me, there was
Something about her

Through her coat, I felt her shoulder
It went to my head
I stared at my newspaper
There was no use to pretend

The bus driver called out my stop
But I couldn’t move
I was all tied up in a knot
I didn’t know what to do

CHORUS
I said whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s goin’ on around here
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Cupid must be near
He’s got nothin’ better to do than
Hanging out around here
Shooting arrows 2 by 2, at, me and that girl
Here I go, here I go again
Makes me wanna holler, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)

In the window next to me, in the reflection
I spied the shy way she was looking in my direction
Electricity, Chemistry, you can call it what you will
When you get that crazy feeling, it’s such a thrill

CHORUS

TOP FORTY

When I make my top forty big beat rock’n’roll record
Everything is gonna be just fine
When I make my top forty big beat rock’n’roll disc
I’ll be the record company’s valentine
No more philosophic melancholia
800 pounds of electric genitalia
When I make my top forty big beat rock’n’roll record
Everything is gonna be just fine

When I make my fuzz-tone wah-wah synthesized record
Everything is gonna be just grand
When I make my fuzz-tone wah-wah synthesized disc
I’ll have to get myself a moving van
Custom hairdo made-up cute
A personal connection in a business suit
When I make my fuzz-tone wah-wah synthesized record
Everything is gonna be just grand

Solo Guitare

When I make my dynamite heavy-soul freaked-out record
Everything is gonna be just swell
When I make my dynamite heavy-soul freaked-out disc
I’ll be living it up pell-mell
Mountain-top hideaway, three-car garage
Out there hustlin’ that sonic massage When I make my dynamite heavy-soul freaked-out solid-gold top forty big
beat rock’n’roll record
Everything is gonna be just fine