That You Would See Her Again Lyrics Ooh La La

Ooh La La Album

Artist(s): Faces

Comprehend Art

Tracklist

Silicone Grown

length: iii:07
producer: Glyn Johns
piano: Ian McLagan
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
guitar: Ron Woods
drums (pulsate prepare): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
writer: Rod Stewart, Ron Wood

Look a minute love
I don't recollect the joke's too funny
No I stayed up all nighttime
Checking out the doctor's guide

Await a infinitesimal love
End pretending you lot're a bunny
Well I might've guessed
Yous been to see a specialist

I retrieve you said
That nosotros gotta keep a chest of time
But plainly y'all don't know
Where to describe the line, well

Don't try to tell me it'due south a-what you lot been eating
Since when have you been forty-4 effectually
Get on with the song, yeah

Dig this, at the Moulin Rouge tell you babe
We could knock'em dead
Merely sign right here, all I need is x percent

Well, now you make me experience similar a pimp in the White Firm
For a senator'south daughter you lot're stealing all the headline news
All the headline news

Oh milkshake me, shake me, shake me up all night long
We all need a laugh and I guess you're only the one
Well yous got more than front than Haig Museum
Oh abode grown silicone
You really got the all-time of me

You really got the best of me

Cindy Incidentally

length: 2:38
producer: Glyn Johns
piano: Ian McLagan
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
guitar: Ron Wood
drums (drum set): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
writer: Ian McLagan, Rod Stewart, Ron Wood
publishing: Rod Stewart

Oh Cindy own't you lot noticed
That several of your friends have moved on
And the street outside is just a piffling too quiet
And your local papers run out of news
I'g not persuading you or disengaging you
But Cindy y'all and me we got to move

Can yous refuse, no fourth dimension to lose
We'll striking the high road early on this morn
So don't be late, don't hesitate
This dream tin pass simply equally fast equally lighting
And oh Cindy incidentally baby I ain't putting you on

Tin you lot refuse, with ( ) lose
Nosotros'll hit the high route early on this morning
So don't be late, don't hesitate
This dream can pass but as fast as lighting

Oh Cindy don't you worry
'crusade between united states of america we can make information technology through
At that place ain't zero no no nothing
In the world I can practise without yous
So Cindy get your coat on
Leave the hire with the gent up in the penthouse
Plough your music and then loud allow's attract a big crowd
We'll drink a round to this town and bid goodbye

Flags and Banners

length: 2:02
producer: Glyn Johns
lead vocals: Ronnie Lane
engineer: Glyn Johns
organ: Ian McLagan
guitar: Rod Stewart
bouzouki: Ron Forest
drums (drum fix): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ron Wood
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
author: Rod Stewart, Ronnie Lane

Last night, I was woken by my cry
Had a dream just every bit plain as you and I
Saw the morning lord's day on a woodland in the spring
Still hear the echo crashing through the trees
Oh, when I saw you down, I roughshod upon my knees

You and I nosotros were wearing Southern greyness
I called to you, but I used another proper noun
I beat the ground, and I cried out in your hurting
Through a crimson door I watched y'all slipping away
And your blood brother'due south helpless prayers were all in vain

Final night, I was woken by my cry

My Error

length: 3:08
producer: Glyn Johns
piano: Ian McLagan
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
vocal: Ron Woods
engineer: Glyn Johns
guitar: Ron Wood
drums (drum gear up): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
writer: Ian McLagan, Rod Stewart, Ron Wood

Accept me similar you find me
Don't try to change me
You know improve than that
Have me every bit yous see me
Don't try to hide me
I ain't used to that
Shout it out loud
Put a flop in a oversupply
If I got something to say
There's nothing that can stop me
I can't let it lay

If I have to fall on my head
Every night of the week
It's gonna be my fault and no one else
If everything goes incorrect
When I'm singing my song
Information technology's gonna exist my error and no 1 else

There ain't nothing you tin exercise about information technology
I've saturday and thought information technology over
Don't endeavour to aid me
I was just born this manner

Yes, I was born this way
I ain't gonna alter for nobody
Oh, never, never gonna change

So if everything goes wrong
And I drink all night
It's gonna be my fault and no i else
People don't change just over night
Information technology ain't natural
So don't break it kindly; don't hypnotize me
I merely won't empathise
Take me like y'all detect me
Don't effort to change me
You know better than that

Oh, don't yous know amend than that?
Oh, don't you lot know better than that?

Say I'm just a fool; that's alright
Never try to alter me or rearrange me, oh yeah

Borstal Boys

length: 2:55
producer: Glyn Johns
pianoforte: Ian McLagan
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
guitar: Ron Wood
slide guitar: Ron Wood
drums (pulsate set): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
author: Ian McLagan, Rod Stewart, Ron Wood

Cell block five; how I hate bromide
With your coffee in the morning; makes you and then sterile
The corner gang never made a man of me, boy

You know the walls are tall, and the inmates scheme
There's no ane hither that's more than than seventeen
Bet your life there'south a anarchism this evening in the mess hall, mind

A letter from your home town makes you deplorable
Y'all read it when the wardens had a second laugh
He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy

[Chorus]
See the years roll on past
Such a senseless waste product of time
What a way to reform
Call out your number
Who'southward a non conformer?
Not me, infant, oh yeah

Shakey Brown didn't hang effectually
When a Molotov didn't practise its stuff
You went back in at that place and said information technology with a sawed-off shotgun

Y'all know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
If he did, you were striking by a downtown tram
Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator

[Chorus]

When I become out, I'll get direct
If this old world gives me half a break
But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
Don't blame me, don't blame me, babe, no, no

Got to brand a break for the canton line

Wing in the Ointment

length: iii:51
producer: Glyn Johns
pb vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
organ: Ian McLagan
guitar: Ron Forest
percussion: Neemoi Acquaye
slide guitar: Ron Woods
drums (drum fix): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
electric piano: Ian McLagan
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
composer: Kenney Jones, Ian McLagan, Ron Woods, Ronnie Lane
lyricist: Ian McLagan

Instrumental

If I'm on the Belatedly Side

length: 2:39
producer: Glyn Johns
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
electric guitar: Ron Wood
organ: Ian McLagan
acoustic guitar: Ronnie Lane
drums (pulsate gear up): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ron Woods
banana engineer: Phil Chapman
writer: Rod Stewart, Ronnie Lane

If I'1000 late, darling, don't hesitate
Just go without me, and I'll see you there anyway
If I miss y'all at the station
I want you on that train
I don't desire a sad sack
'Cause I'll exist there come up what may

Exit a message with the porter
Or exit it at the gate
Just permit me know that you're aboard her
Just a word to know that you're condom

I walk from Maryland to Silverish town
I hoped to grab yous in the street
I must have missed yous by a moment, dear
I tried the place we always meet

So if I'm late darling, don't hesitate, no, no
Go along your lonesome, and I'll catch you there anyway
I might lose sometime, babe
Just if I do, I'll make apology in an hr
When I'1000 laying down beside y'all

Glad and Sorry

length: 3:08
producer: Glyn Johns
piano: Ian McLagan
pb vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
electric guitar: Ron Wood
acoustic guitar: Ron Woods
drums (pulsate prepare): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
tambourine: Ronnie Lane
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
composer: Ronnie Lane
lyricist: Ronnie Lane

Thank you kindly
For thinking of me
If I'k non smiling
I'g but thinking
Glad and sad
Happy or deplorable
When all is washed and spoken
Y'all're upwardly or I'm downwards
Can you lot show me a dream
Can you show me 1 that'due south better than mine
Tin you stand it in the cold calorie-free of day
Neither can I
(echo)

Just Another Honky

length: 3:35
producer: Glyn Johns
pianoforte: Ian McLagan
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
guitar: Ron Wood
drums (drum set): Kenney Jones
bass guitar: Ronnie Lane
banana engineer: Phil Chapman
composer: Ronnie Lane
lyricist: Ronnie Lane

I close my optics and ignore all the signs
I'm walking 'round in circles
I've closed my ears and believed my own lies
And intermission the silence always

I make a lot of words, big storm in the air
All around your hair it's blowing
Simply leave it exist and information technology will all blow away
The weather'southward always changing

You tin go if you desire to
I don't own yous, become be wild
Leave my hand, it'southward wide open
Then's the door evermore

It hurts me more to think I'll keep you in bondage
Than if you were to go out me
I am what you are and I'm running too
All for the open prairie

So you can go if yous want to
I don't own yous, go exist wild
Get out my manus it's wide open
So's the door for evermore

Ooh La La

length: three:34
producer: Glyn Johns
piano: Ian McLagan
lead vocals: Rod Stewart
engineer: Glyn Johns
audio-visual guitar: Ronnie Lane and Ron Wood
percussion: Kenney Jones
harmonium: Ian McLagan
drums (drum set): Kenney Jones
assistant engineer: Phil Chapman
composer: Ron Wood, Ronnie Lane
lyricist: Ron Wood

Poor erstwhile granddad
I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
He spoke of woman'southward ways

They'll trap y'all, and so they apply you
Earlier you lot even know
For love is blind and yous're far too kind
Don't ever let it show

[Chorus]
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

The can can's such a pretty prove
They'll steal your heart away
Only backstage, dorsum on earth again
The dressing rooms are grayness

They come on strong and it ain't too long
Earlier they make you feel a man
But dear is blind and you soon volition find
You're just a boy over again

When you lot want her lips, you get a cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more and she's fast asleep
Then she's twinkling with the stars.

Poor young grandson, there's cipher I tin can say
You lot'll accept to acquire, merely similar me
And that's the hardest fashion
Ooh la la

[Chorus]

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