If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break,
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Don't they make you feel bad
Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Don't they make you feel bad
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break,
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay.
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home,
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go
If you're goin' down South
Then there's no work to do,
And you're going on to Chicago.
Ooh, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
I said left my baby and my happy home.
Going, go'n' to Chicago,
Go'n' to Chicago,
Sorry but I can't take you.
Going down, going down now, going down.
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go
If you're goin' down South
Then there's no work to do,
And you're going on to Chicago.
To Chicago
Going down, going down, going down
Narration: I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and
Elizabeth steel.
And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself
left little
My brother and I were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and dark.
This was a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would look
back on in bewilderment
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever.
I soon found it was the only way I could truly express myself.
I hitchhiked all the way with a suitcase in one hand and my guitar in the
other and as
Just before the release of my first album I was sitting on the steps in front
of my apartment
Success agreed with me with amazing ease.
I was at the peak of my career and the world saw me as I had always
One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy Rider
Parties.
I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was raised in a lower middle
class family
with only one brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because
his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless,
the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my
brother Little Red.
doubt who was the image of perfection in my father's eye.
To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy,
the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don't
mix.
The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where
I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"?
But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon.
Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents.
I sometimes wondered if we had the same father,
but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious,
my father as well, to ever even think of such a thing.
But my brother who had always sensed my parent's instilled insecurities tried
his best to encourage me.
For I was born different and he knew it.
He often told me when I was born an angel flew over my bed and christened
me with a magic wand
and said "You shall be the one."
And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I grew older
I began to understand. Most boys put their mother on a pedestal and worship
them like the Virgin Mary
but with her too my relationship was different and not for the good.
She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced, overbearing,
believed everything she read, true or not,
and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say the least.
A mind boggling combination but she was pretty, very pretty and I would often
wonder,
bordering on complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise
life.
and the women I sought after when I was older would be nothing like her.
In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest
itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear -
my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel for my fire.
These four characteristics of my personality would become the guiding force
of my life
and would control everything I did or was to become.
I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of
Doom.
The mirror was to become, at times, my altar of refuge and other, my alter
ego and
its magnificent obsession with a relentless pursuit of attention.
It served as a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness.
It was the one place I could go to see inside myself, to find love,
in an otherwise loveless household where I could be great, where I could be
anything or anyone
I wanted to be - one hundred percent pure escapism until I discovered its
precious secret.
The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks, it lies, it has a personality all
its own.
It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could ever dream, at least in
my case - all except two.
My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my
hero,
was killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great
I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time.
My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more.
But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living
hell called 'home'.
For one year after his death I roamed the streets in a fog barely conscious
of anything or anyone.
I discovered alcohol, and girls, drugs and in general a life
I had never known which was exciting, frightening and wonderfully dangerous.
And it was then as I staggered through a down town city street in one of my
drunken rages
I stumbled across a small music shop and in the window stood the instrument,
the fiery tool that would become the object of my new found desire.
The instrument of my passion, my obsession, the blood-red six string.
It was like I'd known the thing all my life.
It was a way to vent all my frustrations and all my pain - completely opened
all my Four Doors Of Doom
and I found myself going to the mirror for counsel less and less.
Because of this my songs seemed to write themselves and I knew my destiny
was in my music but
I was going to have to get out of this backwards town I was in if I was ever
going to succeed.
I was 16 going nowhere and the only thing my parents knew was 'live, work,
die.'
And if I stayed there that was exactly what was going to happen to me - I
was gonna die.
So I ran away to the big city with the lights, excitement and danger and a
chance for me to finally live
and do my music without the persecution I had known for so long.
I stood at the edge of the city the magic of the place was incredibly intense.
It was to be my new home the place I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'.
I lived and struggled in the arena for two years trying to get a break in
music and make a record
and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie.
He had been a lawyer for 25 years before he discovered he could fuck over
more people
in the recording industry then he ever could in a court of law and
he was the president of one of the biggest record companies in the world.
The music business to Charlie was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb to
be led to slaughter
and the weapon of choice was his record company that he'd wield like a mighty
sword.
The great tool he would lovingly refer to as 'The Chainsaw'.
The morgue, Charlie said, was the music business where everyone sells out.
Where all the artists will eventually whore themselves to commercialism,
the place where the music comes to die.
And through him I learned everything I needed to know about the music business
and even things I didn't want to know.
He said he could make me a star, one of the biggest things the world had ever
seen.
The big time was calling and I was on my way.
He introduced me to an aspiring young manager named Alex Rodman
and together we took on the whole fucking world and kicked it square in the
ass.
when a gypsy woman passed by.
She stopped and asked me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had
it done so
I was more than happy to say yes.
She revealed a deck of Tarot cards and began to tell me of my past in which
she went into
great detail about the pain of my youth, my brother and my parents.
She saw my present with my great struggle to succeed and fulfillment of my
dreams
and new found happiness but after about ten minutes she stopped and
I wanted to know of my future and pleaded for her to go on and finally she
spoke.
She showed me a very disturbing vision of where I was going.
I told her that I wanted a phenomenal wealth and fame and in the cards she
saw
a fallen hero and looked at me and said "Be careful what you wish for - it
might come true,
for the face of death wears the mask of the King of Mercy."
I asked her if she was sure of what she had seen and with a blank stare she
turned
and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow
me the rest of my life.
The more records I sold the more excess I had of everything - friends, money,
women, cars, houses.
It was at one of my nightly hedonisms where a flash individual entered the
room.
He introduced himself as the Doctor.
I asked him what kind of doctor and he smiled and said, "meet my friend Uncle
Sam."
The mirror that was once on the wall, my alter ego, was now talking to me
from the table and the next three years were a blur.
Drugs became the new candy and alcohol became the new Coca Cola and Doctor
Rockter
was my new best friend and I never heard the mirror speak again until tonight.
wanted it, The Idol, the Great Crimson Idol.
Now I had everything it seemed, everything but the one thing that
would have meant more to me than anything. The pain that manifested itself
into my obsession,
the acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since
I had left home.
An Easy Rider Party was when everybody would come over to my house,
the band, the doctor, hot and cold running women etc.
And we'd watch the movie and do everything going on the film only a lot more.
And he threatened to leave me if I didn't clean up.
It was not that he cared about me as a person he was only interested in my
talent and what
I could do to further his own career as a true showbiz mogul.
But it was then I realised just how far things had gone.
So I sat there alone in my palace of pain and I was just numb from the alcohol
and the drugs but equally as intoxicated by my own fame and I had just enough
courage to pick up
the phone and dial the number. My mind went into a whirlwind thinking of what
would happen and the fear overcame me and I started to put down the phone
but before
I could a voice at the other end rang out and it sent a chill through me that
I had never known.
It was my mother. It was hard for me to speak, my heart pounding out of my
chest but when
I did I did the best I could. She was very cold.
But I knew the shock of suddenly hearing from me after all these years was
overwhelming
and I was hoping that all the time that had passed would heal the deep wounds
between my parents and me but...I desperately wanted them
to approve of me, to accept me - it was all I ever wanted.
I hoped my success would finally prove my worthiness and they would welcome
the prodigal son home.
All I wanted was for them to be proud of me but less than 50 words were spoken.
The last four were "We have no son." Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred
me for life.
A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left
a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning
out.
And on this night the great finale is finally here.
'Be careful what you wish for - it may come true.' Long live, long live the
King of Mercy.
Come look at me do you like what you see?
Come to the mirror my boy
Come to the mirror my boy
Don't act surprised
Come to the mirror my boy
If you smash the mirror you'll still not be free
Look in the glass and you'll see who you are
And you'll run but you'll not run far
If you talk to me maybe I'll talk to you
We'll tell lies together but never the truth
Just you and me and I'll see what you do
You'll watch me, and I'm all over you
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
A Phantom, I'm hiding inside
Yes I'm what you see
When you see in my eyes
My doctor said listen I'll help if I can
But you're psychosomatic so I'm not your man
The head doctor made me, give you what you need
Some sedation to stop what you see
But no one can help me
I hide in my room, but he moves and lets loose
My Four Doors of Doom
Just let me out, you'll see who I am
I'm controlling the man
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
A Phantom, I'm hiding inside
Yes I'm what you see
When you see in my eyes
I see what you do
Can't let your....? And kill off the boy that's in you
Trust me you fool
The price that's inside you
Two will kneel
They can't see who they are
A reflection is cast
On a conscience of war
I am the mirror
The plaything of men
The true alter ego
The phantom within
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
A Phantom, I'm hiding inside
Yes I'm what you see
When you see in my eyes
I saw my face in the mirror
There was no love to shelter me
And now I understand
Johathon Jonathon Jonathon....
I'm just a man
Love
Show me once more, I cannot hide
No good, darkened through, I walk this line
Is there no corner where I can hide?
No good, darkened through, I walk this line
Oh try to scream but I can't speak
When I awake dreams have closed my eyes
Two in me we can see who we are
Cause I am here now but I'm lost inside
Voices I hear but cannot see
Cause I will never be free
Skin walk my darkness, skin me alive
Two in me we can see who we are
Take me and rape me alone in the dark
Two inside there's a scream in my ear
Skin walk my head ain't no way out of here
To suffer in the silence of my mind
Two in me we can see who we are
In my dark cranium
Skin walk my darkness, skin me alive
Two in me we can see who we are
Take me and rape me alone in the dark
Two inside there's a scream in my ear
Skin walk my head ain't no way out of here
Silent tongue of deceit
Oh the torture don't stop
My head's chained to the rock
Can you help me?
Dancing shadows, black in my mind
It crawls my skin where I cannot see
Will I ever be free?
Take me and rape me alone in the dark
Two inside there's a scream in my ear
Skin walk my head ain't no way out of here
Gimme
peace, gimme hope
Cause in a sea, feed my soul
Lift my hands, raise my heart
Show me peace, show me love
Rain you love down on me
Gimme love, love
Just one life to be free
Just one world live in peace
One love, love
Save one world, save us all
One love, love
I touch the sky, the face of God
Rain all your love down on us all
I'll still see only one
One love, love
Fill my soul, set me free
Give me love, love
Rolling down the highway, going to a show
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
If you think it's easy doing one night stands
Hotel motel, make you wanna cry
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Gotta tell ya
Stopping on the by ways, playing rock n roll
Getting robbed, getting stoned
Getting beat up, broken boned
Getting had, getting took
I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
Try playing in a rock n roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
Baby's on the hard sell, know the reason why
Getting old, getting grey
Getting ripped off, underpaid
Getting sold, second hand
That's how it goes playing in a band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
Look out it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
It's a long way, it's a long way, it's a long way
Wanna tell you a story
Never met a woman
You're a whole lot of woman
Oh honey you can do it
She's a whole lot of woman
Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh, she steals the show
Ain't exactly pretty
Bitch ain't exaclty small
14-39-56
You can say she's got it all
Never met a woman like you
Doin' all the things
Doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighin' in at nineteen stone
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Do it to me all night long
Only one that turns
Only one that turns me on
All through the night-time
All around the clock
Too much advising
Don'tcha never stop
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
(Scott, Young, Young) Del single Black Forever, Versión de AC/DC
Get
your party gown
Tie your mother down
You're such a dirty louse
Tie your mother down
Get your pigtail down
Get your heart beatin' baby
Got my timin' right
Got my act all tight
It's gotta be tonight my little schoolbabe
Your momma says you don't
And your Daddy says you won't
And I'm boilin' up inside
Ain't no way I'm gonna lose out this time
Tie your mother down
Lock your daddy out of doors I don't need him nosing around
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Give me all your love tonight
Go get outta my house
That's all I ever get from your
Family ties, in fact I don't think I ever heard
A single little civil word from those guys
But you know I don't give a light
I'm gonna make out all right
I've got a sweetheart hand
To put a stop to all that Grousin' an' snipin'
Tie your mother down
Take your little brother swimmin'
With a brick (that's all right)
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Or you ain't no friend of mine
Your momma and your daddy gonna plague me til I die
Why can't they understand I'm just a peace lovin' guy?
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down.
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