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RON HAFFKINE - PRODUCER AND MUSICAL DIRECTOR GLEN KOLOTKIN - ENGINEER Side 1 Side 2 FREAKER'S BALL I CAN'T TOUCH THE SUN Vocal: Dennis Vocal: Dennis IF I'D ONLY COME AND GONE QUEEN OF THE SILVER DOLLAR Vocal: Ray Vocal: Dennis CARRY ME, CARRIE TURN ON THE WORLD Vocal: Dennis Vocal: Ray THE THINGS I DIDN'T SAY STAYIN' SONG Vocal: Dennis Vocal: Dennis and Ray GET MY ROCKS OFF THE COVER OF "THE ROLLING STONE" Vocal: Billy and George Vocal: Ray LAST MORNIN' Vocal: Dennis The selections are BMI. DENNIS - Lead Vocal, Lead Guitar RAY - Lead Vocal GEORGE - Hawaiian Steel Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocal JAY - Drums, Vocal BILL - Keyboard, Vocal RIK - Rhythm Guitar JANCE - Bass Love To... SHEL - For your songs...our fingers are bleeding. CLIVE - For always doing what you say you will. STEVE POPOVICH and GEORGE BREWER - You make that tiny office seem like the whole New York Stock Exchange...and the market is UP. AL TELLER and DON DEVITO - For beautifully controlling your own insanity... while dealing with ours. GEORGE HORN - Alchemist... for turning plastic into gold. JOEL DIAMOND - For always having been on our side. ALLAN RINDE - For digging deep when we needed it. CARLA - Who handles all of it. GEERTS - For hanging in and out and it's good to see you! FRED MERGY - For making so few sound like so many. FINNIGAN - We miss you! BLACK - No bare ass picture, so no first name... PAUL NAUGHTON and NINE YEAR - For holding it together with spit and chewing gum. BRUCE LUNDVALL - For gentlemanly smoothness. Special Thanks To S.I.R., MIKE JOHNSON and DOLPH REMPP, MICHELLE HAYSTRAND and DIANE DOHERTY THIS RECORD WAS RECORDED AT COLUMBIA STUDIOS, HALEE-WOOD, SAN FRANSISCO Engineering Staff - ROY SEGAL, GEORGE ENGFER, TOM LUBIN, MIKE LARNER and DAVID BROWN 1972 CBS, INC./ 1972 CBS, INC./ Manufactured by Columbia Records CBS, Inc. 51 W. 52nd Street, New York, N.Y. "Columbia," Marcas Reg. Photographic Concept and Photography - JIM MARSHALL / (back cover photo) KEN WALZ Design and Art Direction - RON CORO Side 1 FREAKER'S BALL - Written by Shel Silverstein Capo II IntroCWell there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha)DTonight at the Freaker’s HallG CAnd you know you're invited one and all, Uh ohFirst VerseCCome on baby's grease your lipsDGrab your hats and swing your hipsGAnd don't forget to bring your whipsG A CWe're going to the freaker's ball (yes)CBlow your whistle, and bang your gongD A DRoll up something to take alongD GIt feels so good, it must be wrongG D CWe're freakin' at the freaker’s ballSecond VerseGWell all the fags and the dykes they're boogie-in' togetherCThe leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leatherDThe greatest of the sadists and the masochists tooGScreaming please hit me and I'll hit youFThe FBI is dancin' with the junkiesC AAll the straights, swingin' with the funkiesDAcross the floor and up the wallG C AWe're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'allD GWe're freakin' at the freaker's ballInstrumental Break - C D G C F Third VerseCEverybody's kissing each otherDBrother with sister, son with motherG D GSmear my body up with butterG C GAnd take me to the freaker's ballCPass that roach please, and pour the wineDI'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mineGI'm gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blindG C GFreakin' at the freaker's ballFourth VerseGWhite ones, black ones, yellow ones, red onesCNecrophiliacs looking for dead onesC DThe greatest of the sadists and the masochists tooD GScreaming please hit me and I'll hit youF C FEverybody ballin' in batchesC APyromaniacs strikin' matchesDI'm gonna itch me where it scratchesG C AFreakin' at the freaker's ball, y'allG C AWe're freakin' at the freaker’s ball, we're at a ballD G C F G CWe're freakin' at the freaker's ballIF I'D ONLY COME AND GONE - Written by Shel Silverstein First VerseBbIf I'd only come and goneBb C FThe way I've always done with summer girls beforeF Bb C FShared one night with you and never reached for moreF C CThen we wouldn't face this long and painful righting of the wrongIf I'd just come and gone Second VerseBbIf I hadn't stayed so longBb C FAnd merely parked my dusty boots outside your doorF Bb C FTracked no footprints 'cross your polished hardwood floorF C CIf I'd have left you in your doorway smilin' drowsy at the dawnFIf I'd just come and goneThird VerseF Bb FThen I'd be on a shinin' silver plane dippin' into DenverF Bb FOr a schooner blowin' down The Biscayne BayF Bb C FYou'd be safely tucked away among the pleasure I'd remember'Stead of lyin' here beside me fearin' restless thoughts inside me That might awaken with the breakin' of each new day Fourth VerseBbIf you'd only stopped to readBb C FCold hard words I carved on other bedroom wallsF Bb C FAnd heard the mornin' coffee truths I told 'em allF CI'd still be on your lips like some unfinished half-remembered songYou'd never have loved me if I'd just come and gone OutroFIf I'd just come and goneF BbIf I'd only come and goneBb CIf I'd only come and goneC FIf I'd only come and gone...CARRY ME, CARRY - Written by Shel Silverstein Intro D G D Dsus4 First VerseDSecond Street and Broadway,Gsitting in a door way;D Dsus4 Dhead held in his handsE E7 ALooked to all the world like he was prayingSecond VerseDFoot wrapped in an old rag,Gbottle in a brown bag;D Dsus4 DI saw him try to standE E7 AThen I heard the words that he was saying, yeahChorusD G DHe said come on Carrie, carry me a little fartherACome on Carrie, carry me one more mileDI don't know where it's leading to,G Ebut I know I can make it if I lean on youD GSo come on Carrie, carry me a littleD GI carried you, now carry me a littleD G DCome on Carrie, carry me a little whileThird VerseDWell, he struggled to his feet,Gand staggered down the street;D Dsus4 Dto the window of the five-and-dimeE E7 AHe stood and laughed a while at his reflectionFourth VerseDAnd then I heard him shoutin',Gsomething about a mountain;D E E7Ahe could surely climb, if she was only there to point the right directionBut she ain't no, no she ain't no ChorusD G DHe said come on Carrie, carry me a little fartherACome on Carrie, carry me one more mileDI don't know where it's leading to,G Ebut I know I can make it if I lean on youD GSo come on Carrie, carry me a littleD GI carried you, now carry me a littleD G DCome on Carrie, carry me a little while, yeahOutroG D G DCarry me, carry me, carry me, carry me...THE THINGS I DIDN'T SAY - Written by Shel Silverstein First VerseG C GI didn't say, "Don't do it babe" when she packed up to goG D GI didn't say "Come back here honey and try with me once more"G CAnd when she asked me if I loved her, I just turned awayC D C GShe's gone and now I'm hearing all the things I didn't sayChorusD CI didn't say "I'm sorry babe, 'cause half the fault was mine"D CGI didn't say "We'll work it out, 'cause all we need is love and faith and time"G CI said "If that's the way you want it, I won't stand in your way"C D GShe's gone and now I'm hearing all the things I didn't saySecond VerseG C GI didn't take her in my arms and kiss away her tearsG D GI didn't say "My life don't mean a thing if you ain't here"G CI thought of all the many games I'd be free to playC DBut all I do is listen to the things I didn't sayThird VerseD C GI didn't say "Take off your coat, I'll make some coffee and we'll talk"D C GI didn't say "The motorway, is such a long and lonely endless walk"G CI said "Goodbye, good luck and God bless you", then she slipped awayC D GAnd left me here to live with all the things I didn't sayOutroG DAnd now I guess she'll never hear the things I didn't say...GET MY ROCKS OFF - no chords (just tab) LAST MORNIN' - Written by Shel Silverstein Capo II Alternate: no capo D = E A = B A7 = B7 G = A Dsus = Esus First Verse This is the last morning, that I wake up in this dirty city, looking for the sunshine, as the buildings block the skies This is the last morning, that I wash in rusty water, trying to shave a face, that I don't even recognizeDDown the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting;Ghear the children crying, in an apartment, down belowA7This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it,D Dsus DI'm going home, yeahDThis is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air,A A7fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn greyThis is the last morning, that I drink my coffee standing up,Dsmile and speak to strangers, who just turn and walk awayDThis is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it hereDAnd I'm so tired of trying to stand against it, all aloneA7This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it,D Dsus DI'm going home, yeahDThis is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls,Apunch the clock, and do just what I'm told, to get alongA7And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio,D Dsus Dimagining the kisses, of the girl that sings the songDDown below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreamingG DLooking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)A7This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it,D Dsus DI'm going home, yeahD Dsus E D Dsus DD Dsus DI'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home . . . .Side 2 I CAN'T TOUCH THE SUN - Written by Shel Silverstein First VerseEI can't touch the clouds for you,E BI'll never reach the Sun for you.BI've never done the thingsB EThat you need done for you.EI've streached as high as I can reachE AI guess I'm not the one for you;A B E'Cause I can't reach the clouds or touch the sun for you,E B ENo I can't reach the clouds or touch the sun.Second VerseEI can't turn back time for you,E BAnd make you sweet sixteen again,BAnd I can't turn your barren fieldsB ETo green again.EAnd I won't sit around and talkE AOf how things might have been again,A B ENo I can't turn back time and make you young again.B EI can't turn back time and make you young.Third VerseE BI hope you find somebody whoB A ECan do the things I didn't doE A EAnd find a road I didn't findE B EAnd build a brighter world for you.E BI hope you find somebody boldB A EEnough to reach and take a holdE A EAnd guide your ever changing mindE A BAnd free your ever rising soul.B A BBut I can't. No, I can't.Fourth verseEI can't look inside your mindAnd see the things you're hoping for. And I can't help you chase the dream You're groping for. You say your arms are open wide, But lord knows who they're open for. I can't know your mind or chase your dreams with you. No, I can't chase your dreams or know your mind. Fifth VerseF#So say goodbye, and don't look backF# C#I've had some happy days with you,C# F#Sorry I can't be the one who stays with you.F#And when they ask about me,F# BYou can say I was the one with you;B C# F#Who never touched the clouds or reached the sun with you.F# C# ENo, I can't reach the clouds or touch the sun.OutroF# B C#I guess it's done,C# F# C#I can't touch the sun for you. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh!C# F#I can't touch the sun. I can't. No, no, I can't.F# C# F#Ooh hoo, oh no.F# C#I can't touch the sun, no, no, no.F#Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.F#I can't. No, no, I can't.F# C# F#Ooh hoo, oh no.F# C#I can't touch the sun,C# F#I can't touch the sun...QUEEN OF THE SILVER DOLLAR - Written by Shel Silverstein IntroG#She's the queen of the silver dollar,G# C# G#And she rules this smokey kingdom.G# C# G#And her scepter is a wine glass,G# D#And the bar stool is her throne.G# C# G#And the jesters, they flock around her,G# C# G#And fight to win her favorsG# C# G# C# G#D# G#And see which one will take the queen of the silver dollar home.First VerseG#She arrives in all her splendor,G# C#Every night at nine o'clock.C# D#And her chariot is the crosstown bus,D# G#That stops right down the block.G#Then the old piano minstrel,G# C#Plays her song as she walks in,C# D#And the queen of the silver dollar,D# G#She's home again.ChorusG# C# G#She's the queen of the silver dollar,G# C# G#And she rules this smokey kingdom.G# C# G#And her scepter is a wine glass,G# D#And the bar stool is her throne.G# C# G#And the jesters, flock around her,G# C# G#And fight to win her favorsG# C# G# C# G#D# G#And see which one will take the queen of the silver dollar home.Second VerseG#Her royal gown is a satin dress,G# C#That's stained and slightly torn.C# D#And her sparklin' jewels are rhinestones,D# G#And her shoes are scuffed and worn.G#From the many roads she's traveled,G# C#And the wondrous sites she's seen.C# D#And I watch her and I pray,D# G#God save the queen.G# C# G#She's the queen of the silver dollar,G# C# G#And she rules this smokey kingdom.G# C# G#And her scepter is a wine glass,G# D#And the bar stool is her throne.G# C# G#And the jesters, flock around her,G# C# G#And fight to win her favorsG# C# G# C# G#D# G#And see which one will take the queen of the silver dollar home.Third Verse The queen of the silver dollar, Is not as haughty as she seems. She was once an ordinary girl, With ordinary dreams. But I found her and I won her, And I brought her to this world. Yes, I'm the man who made a queen, Of a simple country girl. ChorusG# C# G#Now she's the queen of the silver dollar,G# C# G#And she rules this smokey kingdom.G# C# G#And her scepter is a wine glass,G# D#And the bar stool is her throne.G# C# G#And the jesters, flock around her,G# C# G#And fight to win her favorsG# C# G# C# G#D# G#And see which one will take the queen of the silver dollar home.OutroG#She's the queen of the silver dollar,G# C# G#And she rules this smokey kingdom.G# C# G#And her scepter is a wine glass,G# D#And the bar stool is her throne.G# C# G#And the jesters, they flock around her,G# C# G#And fight to win her favorsG# C# G# C# G#D# G#And see which one will take the queen of the silver dollar home.TURN ON THE WORLD - Written by Shel Silverstein First VerseG DTurn on the world; give them a taste of how free your love can beD GTurn on the world, you don't wanna waste all your warmth on meGYou say you've got wings, teach them to flyG CTeach them to love and not question whyC DTeach them to live and then just watch them dieGAs you turn on the worldSecond VerseG DTurn on the world, I'm just one man and that ain't enough for youD GTurn on the world, you know you can girl, it won't be too tough for youGReach for your star, ride the highwayG CPick up the souls that wait to be savedC DAll you can give me you already gaveGNow go turn on the worldThird VerseD GBut where my mind goes now, is no longer your concernG DYou're hearing new voices nowD GAnd I'm just a bridge to burnG DYou've got so many choices nowCYou don't know where to turn, turn, turnGTurn on the worldFourth VerseG DTurn on the world, live life to the hilt, march to your own sweet tuneDTurn on the world, don't stop for the guilt 'cause it might ruin yourGafternoonGYou say I should smile, stand and be strongG C'Cause we had our time, and we sang our songC DDon't worry about me babe just run alongGAnd go turn on the worldG DOh show them how real your love can beDTurn on the worldDYou don't wanna waste, don't wanna wasteGDon't wanna waste an hour on meOutroGYou say you've got wings, teach them to flyG CTeach them to love and not question whyG DTeach them to live and then just watch them dieGAs you turn on the worldSTAYIN' SONG - no chords (just tab) THE COVER OF THE "ROLLING STONE" - Written by Shel Silverstein First VerseAWell we are big rock singersAwe've got golden fingersA Eand we're loved everywhere we go,Ewe sing about beauty and we sing about thruthE7 Aat ten thousand dollars a show;Awe take all kind of pillsAto give us all kind of thrills,A Dbut the thrill we've never known,D Eis the thrill that'll get youEwhen you get your pictureon the cover of the Rolling Stone ChorusA ERolling StoneE Awanna see my picture on the cover (stone)A Ewanna buy five copies for my mother (stone)Ewanna see my smilin' faceE D Aon the cover of the Rolling StoneSecond VerseAI've got a freaky old ladyAcalled my Cocain KatyA Ewho embroiders on my jeans,EI've got my poor old gray-haired Daddy,E7 Adrivin' my limousineANow it's all designedAto blow our mindsA Dbut our minds won't really be blown,D Elike the blow that'll get youEwhen you get your pictureAon the cover of the Rolling StoneChorusA ERolling StoneE Awanna see my picture on the cover (stone)A Ewanna buy five copies for my mother (stone)Ewanna see my smilin' faceE D Aon the cover of the Rolling StoneThird VerseAWe got a lot ofAlittle teenage, blue-eyed groupiesEwho do anything we say,we got a genuine Indian guru,E7 Awho's teachin' us a better way,we got all the friends that money can buy,Dso we never have to be alone,Eand we keep gettin' richerbut we can't get our pictureAon the cover of the Rolling StoneChorusA ERolling StoneE Awanna see my picture on the cover (stone)A Ewanna buy five copies for my mother (stone)Ewanna see my smilin' faceE D Aon the cover of the Rolling StoneOutroA ERolling StoneE Awanna see my picture on the cover (stone)A Ewanna buy five copies for my mother (stone)Ewanna see my smilin' faceE D Aon the cover of the Rolling Stone...