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Last Update:
21.10.2002
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Chicago
III 1971
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Travel Suite (Track 5-10)
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6: Motorboat To Mars - Instrumental
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8:
Free Country - Instrumental
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10:
Happy 'Cause I'm Going Home - Instrumental
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12:
Lowdown
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A
Hour In The Shower (Track 13-17)
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13:
A Hard Risin' Morning Without Breakfast
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14:
Off To Work
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15:
Fallin' Out
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16:
Dreamin' Home
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17:
Morning Blues Again
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Elegy
(Track 18-23)
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18:
When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow
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19:
Canon - Instrumental |
20:
Once Upon A time - Instrumental |
21:
Progress? - Instrumental-
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22:
The Approaching Storm - Instrumental |
23:
Man Vs. Man: The End - Instrumental |
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All Selections Aurelius Music
(ASCAP)
except - When All The Laughter Dies In
Sorrow
Mediarts Music, Inc.
Reproduced with permission
Produced by James William Guercio
Engineering : Don Puluse, Sy Mitchel
Recordists : Lou Waxman, Will Greer
Album designed by John Berg / Flag sewn
by Natalie Williams
Photographed by Sandy Speiser / Columbia
Records Photo Studio
Lettering by Melanie Marder & Annette
Kawecki
Poseidon Productions
(c) 1970 James William Guercio Enterprises,
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Sing
A Mean Tune Kid
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Robert Lamm
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Sing a mean tune, kid Sock 'em in the gut Don't you ever let your mama catch you cryin'
Play the bad song, kid Everyone's the blues Yeah, yeah, yeah And the people never know you're only lyin'
Such a scary song, kid Never heard before Yeah, yeah, yeah Soon the groupies will start rollin' by your door
Burn the groove to death, kid Nail 'em to the cross Yeah, yeah, yeah Til you're not a super pop star any more
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Loneliness
Is Just A Word
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Robert Lamm
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You don't know
how bad it's been Since you been
gone Let me tell you
how bad it's been Since you been
gone
People speak
but I don't hear Things all around
seem to be unclear I don't know
What will become
of the love you turned off What will become
of the need you turned off
Lonliness is
just a word That's very cold
People stare but
they don't see All of the hurt
that's inside me
I don't know
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What
Else Can I Say
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Peter Cetera
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Where are you
takin' me I can't follow
you there What do you have
in mind You know that
I don't care
Where do you
think I'm at I thought I made
it clear Please don't follow
me back down While I'm standin'
here
Early in the
morning Waitin' for me
to rise The light of a
new day dawnin' Catches the sun
in her eyes
Tonight tonight
tonight I'm standing here
I miss her
Tonight she's
so far away What else can
I say Because I know
that she'll Never let me down
And I know that
she's gonna Love me too
Tonight tonight
tonight I'm standing here
And it's clear
I need her
Tonight she's
so far away What else can
I say Because I know
that she'll Never let me down
And I know that
she's gonna Love me too
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I
Don't Want Your Money
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Robert Lamm/Terry
Kath
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I don't want
your money It don't mean
a thing
I don't need
no fancy clothes Or a diamond ring
I don't have
to ride in style In your limousine
I don't want
no trouble Tax or Uncle Sam
All I want is
you I want to be your
natural man
I don't need
your prestige 'Cause I got my
pride
I don't want
your social standing I'd rather stand
outside
I don't have
no time to worry 'Bout your greedy
jive
I don't want
your money I don't like that
game
All I want is
you I want to be your
natural man.
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Flight
602
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Robert Lamm
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You are on a
plane now And on you way
up north
Canada is so
far from where you want to be
Be in California,
with sunshine in your heart
But you know
ther are people That you have
to be Have to be Have to be what
they say you are
What you always
wanted to be Wanted to be Wanted to be just
a man fulfilled But a little more
free A little more
free
You are in a
hotel And in your room
alone
Lying there,
but not knowing where you're s'posed to be
Be thinking
of B-3's and Leslies going round
And you know
there are people That are going
to be Goin' to be Goin' to see what
they say you are
What you've
always wanted to be Wanted to be I only wanted
to be just a man fulfilled
But a little
more free A little more
free A little more
free
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Free
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Robert Lamm
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I just want to
be free I just want to
be free
I want to be
free of all the hurt Free of all the
pain I want to just
end these lonely hours End these lonely
days
I just want
to be free I just want to
be free I just want to
be free I just want to
be free
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At
The Sunrise
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Robert Lamm
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How could I be
happy Without her by
my side Without her smiling
face At the sunrise
How could I
keep living With emptiness
inside With no one there
to touch At the sunrise
She gave meaning
to my words She helped me
find my way
The time I had
to leave her Leave her all
alone The way she looked
at me Made me cry
I know she understands
me She knows I'm
feelin' bad Until I'm back
beside her At the sunrise
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Mother
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Robert Lamm
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Driving down
the concrete beams Looking around
and it now seems
Mama Earth is
nowhere Gone from your
eyes
Hidden in the
crust Of man's scientific
dreams She is gone
Natural man
took her natural face Made it a strange
and alien place
You can't bear
to look 'Cause she ain't
there Our Mother has
been raped And left to die
in disgrace She is gone
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Lowdown
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Peter Cetera/Danny
Seraphine
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Oh my Life has passed
me by The country I
was brought up in Fell apart and
died
Oh no Love's no longer
there Cold wind blew
away the sun That used to warm
the air
Lowdown Ooo!
Feelin' pretty bad Feelin' like I
lost the best friend That I ever had
Lowdown Ooo! Got to find
a way Got to make the
people see The way I feel
today
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A
Hard Risin' Morning
Without Breakfast
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Terry Kath
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Today when I
awoke The morning blues
hung over me So, I looked it
straight in the eye
I jumped into
the shower For 'bout an hour
Aw it was fine
Yeah, It helps
me all the time
It's soothin'
to mind Just to see those
blues Go slippin' down
the drain
Now I usually
have my breakfast Which consists
of tasty spam Yeah, I could
eat it all day long
But I only love
one brand And I can't find
it way out here So, I have to
take a pass And settle for
some hash
When I drive
and you're not here Oh, sweet sweet
spam
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Off
To Work
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Terry Kath
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Now I must be
off to work I sweat all night
and feel their nerve Takin' things
together power
Lord, give me
strength to make these hours Soon, my long
work day is done And I run home
for the phone, yeah
An hour in the
shower
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Fallin'
Out
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Terry Kath
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Now I lay me
down to sleep And dream of my
treasure map
It shows me
Things my maypole's
buried at
And I dream
of all the fun I have When my maypole
comes out to play Yeah, and I dream
things I can't say Or I'll get put
away
So now, I better
stop Before I give
them all away
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Dreamin'
Home
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Terry Kath
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Dream, dream,
dream Dreams in the
night Take me back to
you
The day comes
With it's friend
The Morning blues
again
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Morning
Blues Again
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Terry Kath
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So when you wake
up this morning And those blues
are hangin' 'round, yeah Just listen baby
And I'll tell
you what to do
I just may join
you, 'neath your bed And turn on your
electric brandy Woah, and turn
our thoughts to me 'Cause you know
where I'll be And then you can
join me
In my hour in
the shower Join me in my
hour in the shower.
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When
All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow
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K. Lascelles
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When all the
laughter dies in sorrow And the tears
have risen to a flood
When all the
wars have found a cause In human wisdom
and in blood
Do you think
they'll cry in sadness Do you think the
eye will blink Do you think they'll
curse the madness Do you even think
they'll think
When all the
great galactic systems Sigh to a frozen
halt in space
Do you think
there will be some remnant Of beauty of the
human race
Do you think
there will be a vestige Or a sniffle or
a cosmic tear
Do you think
a greater thinking thing Will give a damn
that man was here
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