Elton John (62,13 %)
Blue Moves (38,71 %)
Released: 1976-10-22
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
16
Year (1976):
55
Decade (1970's):
556
Overall:
2627
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1.
Your Starter for...
 01:23
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Tonight
 07:52
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One Horse Town
05:57
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Chameleon
05:28
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Boogie Pilgrim
 06:06
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Cage the Songbird
03:25
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7.
Crazy Water
05:43
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Shoulder Holster
05:09
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9.
Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word
03:47
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10.
Out of the Blue
 06:15
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11.
Between Seventeen and Twenty
05:13
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The Wide-Eyed and Laughing
 03:28
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13.
Someone's Final Song
04:11
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14.
Where's the Shoorah?
04:10
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15.
If There's a God in Heaven (What's He Waiting For?)
 04:25
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16.
Idol
04:09
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17.
Theme from a Non-Existent TV Series
01:19
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18.
Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)
06:43
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Album length:
00:24:43
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Lyrics |
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1.
Your Starter for...
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2.
Tonight
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Tonight Do we have to fight again Tonight I just want to go to sleep Turn out the light But you want to carry grudges Nine times out of ten I see the storm approaching Long before the rain starts falling Tonight Does it have to be the old thing Tonight It's late, too late To chase the rainbow that you're after I'd like to find a compromise And place it in your hands My eyes are blind, my ears can't hear And I cannot find the time Tonight Just let the curtains close in silence Tonight Why not approach with less defiance The man who'd love to see you smile Who'd love to see you smile Tonight |
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One Horse Town
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Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay 'Cause progress here don't move with modern times There's nothing to steal So there's not a great deal of crime It sure is hell living in a one horse town There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground Nothing much doing of an afternoon Unless you're sitting in a rocking chair just picking a tune And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes But if you want to hear Susanna then they'll pick all night They'll pick all night 'Cause it's no dice living in a one horse town Laid back, as my old coon hound And I just can't wait to get out of this one horse town There's nothing to steal \'cause there's simply nothing much around Sure is hell living in this one horse town There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground And I just can't wait to grow out of this one horse town There's nothing to steal \'cause there's nothing much around |
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Chameleon
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The last I heard of you You were somewhere on a cruise in the Mediterranean So imagine my surprise to see you very much alive In the English rain again And I can still recall wet afternoons When we were small and simply childish But you've created your own ghost And the need you have is more than most to hide it Oh, Chameleon, you're stealing your way back into my eyes Beyond a shadow of a doubt You're a devil, you're a devil in disguise Do you really change me, or am I going crazy Chameleon, Chameleon, Chameleon, you're free again my child I remember still those lazy summer days We'd kill out hunting danger And we were alien to all outsiders We had no desire to talk to strangers |
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Boogie Pilgrim
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Crime in the streets I read about it everyday in the papers Justice needs and justice wants But just in times, yes, too late here Feels like I wasn't born there I feel just like a Boogie Pilgrim Boogie Pilgrim Hustled to get it To get it together Down on the jive talk Down on the weather Boogie Pilgrim Brother I never felt better No, I never felt better Low life's complete When you've lived that way out on the sidewalk (Walking on the sidewalk everyday) I got the speed if you got the need But the need in me needs nothing (But you know that I need nothing) But I know that you all want something Just like Boogie Pilgrim |
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Cage the Songbird
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Sober in the morning light Things look so much different To how they looked last night A pale face pressed to an unmade bed Like flags of many nations flying high above her head The cellophane still on the flowers The telegram still in her hand As whispers circulate all day Their back-stage baby princess passed away And you can cage the songbird But you can't make her sing And you can trap the free bird But you'll have to clip her wings Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies Promises of no more lies Fell flat upon an empty stage Before the audience arrived A return in time to the cheaper seats She never knew what lay beneath Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets Let down before the final curtain A shallow heart that left her cold She left in rouge upon the mirror A circled kiss to the faithful who'd miss her |
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Crazy Water
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On a bench, on the beach Just before the sun had gone I tried to reach you Plain faced and falling fast You looked so vacant like an empty shell Whose life had passed upon the ocean Before light shook the sky Down by the docks I saw The masts unfolding Don't turn away, please understand It's a life and a living And a way to keep the wolves away From hungry hands, from hungry hands Crazy water Takes my fishing boat on Monday morning Dangerous dreaming If we all believe in the things you believe you're seeing Oh we'd never drop our nets in the crazy water, crazy water Tangled lives, lonely wives Shoreline widows pray For the souls of missing whalers Endless nights on an endless sea Where nothing lives between us Just the breakers on the ocean Separating you and me Separating you and me |
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Shoulder Holster
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Now, it was just like Frankie and Johnny And it was just like Stagger Lee Dolly Summers was a simple girl From a mid-west family With a stucco home and her own Mustang And a charge account at Sears She had everything that a girl could want To live happy for the rest of her years But the thing that she wanted most of all Was the thing that she had lost To the arms of a downtown blackjack hustler By the name of Candyfloss They'd skipped town on a late-night train Heading for the West Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang With a piece between her breast She put a pistol in her shoulder holster She took her car up from Santa Fe Yesterday morning she was washing dishes Now she's hunting down a runaway Don't judge a man by a misdemeanor You may be sorry when his light goes out Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster You can never, never tell if the Law's about If it seemed just like a movie Or a night of bad TV They should have had a picture of Dolly's face As she drove across country With daggers drawn for her fallen man And venom in her heart It was nearly dawn when she caught them up Making out in a picnic park But the thing that shook her rigid As she fumbled for her gun Was the state of the man that she'd married once And thought of as the only one And as she looked back on the chances That she'd passed up at home Well, she quietly dumped her pistol in a ditch And she headed home alone |
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Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word
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What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care, What do I do when lightning strikes me And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want me, What have I got to do to be heard, What do I say when it's all over? And sorry seems to be the hardest word. It's sad (so sad) It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd. It's sad (so sad) Why can't we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word. What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to be heard, What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do? What have I got to do When sorry seems to be the hardest word? |
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Out of the Blue
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Between Seventeen and Twenty
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I wonder who's sleeping in your sheets tonight Whose head rests upon the bed Could it be a close friend I knew so well Who seems to be so close to you instead Close to you instead I'm blue tonight, I'm red when I'm mad I'm green when I'm jealous, yellow when I'm sad I guess I cannot have everything So much has flown between the years When I was twenty and you were seventeen So out of choice I chose rock and roll But it pushed me to the limit everyday It turned me into a gypsy, kept me away from home From there on, there seemed no use for you For you to stay And if I shower around 3 a.m. It's just to wash away The trace of a love unwanted Oh in the times I went astray The times I went astray So much has flown between the years When I was twenty and you were seventeen |
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The Wide-Eyed and Laughing
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Are you still in control of the boat that you row Or do you still cling to me when its sinking I never condemned you, I only consoled you When candlelight made me a King For the wide-eyed and laughing Passed like a season Erasing a passion to sin For no one knew better than the tealeaves and the tarots That the wide-eyed and laughing Were just one step ahead of the wind And the hearts that you played on the porch swing for me Was a song that I'd heard in the past For I had an audience somewhere inside you That applauded whenever you laughed Gone is a word that I now rarely use Though sometime in the course of a day I go racing back like a man possessed By the wide-eyed and laughing daughters of some different age |
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Someone's Final Song
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He died when the house was empty When the maid had gone He put a pen to paper for one final song He wrote Oh babe, it's the only way I know it's wrong but I can't stand To go on living, to go on living, living life this way And I don't know what the time is Or what the next line is Or how you're going to take the news But if I had my life again I wouldn't change a thing I'd let nobody, I'd let nobody Stand inside my shoes Something's gotten hold of me This home is not the home it used to be I've gathered dust like the dying flowers And I've drunk myself sober After hours and hours After hours and hours |
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Where's the Shoorah?
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She grows, she's grown like pampas Tall in the wind She's sinful and spiteful She's all girl, woman and mother She's had my children And she's been my lover No, no, no, no, no, no, she don't like to fight it Once you've been bitten You get excited My mama she really likes her She comes for coffee And my mama asked me So where's the shoorah she sang You know I hear it again my friend Where's the shoorah she came upon it Waiting to sing her back 'Cause she likes to sing about Where's the shoorah she sang Over and over and over Where's the shoorah she sang |
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If There's a God in Heaven (What's He Waiting For?)
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Torn from their families Mothers go hungry To feed their children But children go hungry There's so many big men They're out making millions When poverty's profits Just blame the children If there's a God in heaven What's he waiting for If He can't hear the children Then he must see the war But it seems to me That he leads his lambs To the slaughter house And not the promised land Dying for causes They don't understand We've been taking their futures Right out of their hands They need the handouts To hold back the tears There's so many crying But so few that hear If there's a God in heaven Well, what's he waiting for If there's a God in heaven What's he waiting for |
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Idol
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He was a light star Tripping on a high wire Bulldog stubborn, born uneven A classless creature, a man for all seasons But don't bet them They can't take him To the very bottom Because they made him and they'll waste him And I don't believe that I want to watch them 'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear He was an idol then, now he's an idol here But his face has changed, he's not the same no more And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before He was tight-assed Walking on broken glass Highly prized in the wallet size The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes But don't pretend that it won't end In the depth of your despair You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes To peanuts from the lion's share |
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Theme from a Non-Existent TV Series
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18.
Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)
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She slid down to the city limits Monkey time in fifteen minutes Bite your lip, get up, get up and dance. Don't let me down Please stick around Bite your lip, get up, get up and dance. Strobe light on funky feet, Soul children in the disco heat. Top dog, top cat, Move that muscle and shake that fat. Bite your lip, get up, get up and dance. Chicago, L.A. Everyplace, everyway Bite your lip, get up, get up and dance. Illinois, Santa Fe, Do do do do do do do what I say Bite your lip, get up, get up and dance. |