Out on the Tiles
 

As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song,
And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along.
There is no doubt about the words are clear,
The voice is strong, is oh so strong.

I'm just a simple guy, I live from day to day.
A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away,
There's nothing more that I can say but on a day like today
I pass the time away and walk a quiet mile with you.

All I need from you is all your love,
All you got to give to me is all your love,
All I need from you is all your love,
All you got to give to me is all your love.
Oooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, oh yeah.

I'm so glad I'm living (stop) and gonna tell the world I am,
I got me a fine woman and she says that I'm her man,
One thing that I know for sure gonna give her all the loving
Like nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can.

Standing in the noonday sun trying to flag a ride,
People go and people come, see my rider right by my side,
It's a total disgrace, they set the pace, it must be a race
And the best thing I can do is run.


All I need from you is all your love,
All you got to give to me is all your love,
All I need from you is all your love,
All you got to give to me is all your love.
Oooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, oh yeah.

"Custard Pie"

Drop down, baby, let your daddy see.
Drop down, my lady, just dream of me
Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long
Well, I may look like I'm crazy, I should know right from wrong

See me comin', throw your man outdoor
Ain't no stranger, done been this way before
See me comin', mama, I throw your man outdoor
I ain't no stranger, I been this way before.

Put on your night shirt and your morning gown
You know by night I'm gonna shake 'em on down
Put on your night shirt, mama, and your morning gown
Well, you know by night I'm sure gonna shake 'em on down
Shake it, shake it

Ooh, your custard pie, yeah, sweet and nice
When you cut it, mama, save me a slice
Your custard pie, yeah,
I declare you're sweet and nice like your custard pie
When you cut it, mama... mama, please save me a slice.

Oh
I chew on a piece of your custard pie.
I chew on a piece of your custard pie.
I chew on a piece of your custard pie.
I chew on a piece of your custard pie.

Drop down
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down


Chew on a piece of your custard pie.

"I'd Love To Change The World"

Everywhere is freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies
Tell me where is sanity?
Tax the rich, feed the poor, 'til there are no rich no more

I'd love to change the world - but I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

Population - keeps on breeding, nation bleeding,
Still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny, bees make honey
Who needs money? Monopoly!

I'd love to change the world - but I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you... Oh yeah

World pollution, there's no solution, institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor, them and us
We'll stop the war!

I'd love to change the world - but I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you... It's called luck

(lyrics do not reflect my personal views)

"Time"

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Alan Parsons Project is one of my all time favorites, derf. You nailed it with that one.

The one I posted is Pink.
But......

Time"

Time
Flowing like a river
Time
Beckoning me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river
To the sea

Goodbye my love
Maybe for forever
Goodbye my love
The tide waits for me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river (on and on)
To the sea
To the sea

Till it's gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore

Goodbye my friend
Maybe for forever
Goodbye my friend
The stars wait for me
Who knows where we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river (on and on)
To the sea
To the sea

Till it's gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore

Forevermore

Forevermore

Forevermore

Forevermore

"Walk Away"

Taking my time
Choosin' my line
Tryin' to decide what to do
Looks like my stop
Don't wanna get off
Got myself hung up on you

Seems to me
You don't want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away

Places I've known
Things that I'm growin'
Don't taste the same without you
I got myself in
The worst mess I've been
And I find myself startin' ta doubt you

Seems to me
Talk all night, here comes the mornin'
Seems to me
You just forget what we said
And greet the day

Seems to me
You don't wanna talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away

I've got ta cool myself down
Stompin' around
Thinkin' some words I can't name ya
Meet ya half way
Got nothin' to say
Still I don't s'pose I can blame ya

Seems to me
You don't want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away

Walk away

Isn't that one The James Gang with Joe Walsh? I don't know WTF I was thinking on Time. I KNOW that's Pink Floyd and and not APP. But thanks for posting the APP tune, too. I had been going over a list of the top 50 guitarists of all time and DO NOT agree with Jimi Hendrix being the best guitar player ever. No way in hell. Too many others that IMHO were much better choices than him. Too many distorted and twisted notes for my ear.

Indeed that is the aforementioned James Gang tune.

The whole concept of selecting a single person as the best guitarist of all time makes little sense to me.

Too many different genres, too many different variations on a theme, too many derivative musicians which accompany derivative music. Every guitarist was influenced by some guitarist before him or her. Or pianist. Or string bass player. or all of the above.

EVH rip did things others could not and cannot.
But I don't think he played the blues the way John Lee Hooker could.
Now I doubt John Lee Hooker could play Buckethead's music very easily if he could even relate to it.
If you're alive long enough, then you are afforded the opportunity to experience so many different styles and genres of music that you can actually decide which ones you want to play. Clapton is a perfect example of that.
And we can't leave out the bass player from the Violent Femmes. Half slap half picking bass guitarist lead singer. With talent.

There is no need to rank any of these because it's all apples to oranges in the end.

I never get into silly arguments as to who is better than who because the answer is apples to oranges.

Personally, Jimi Hendrix is my favorite. I don't shove that on anyone but I don't care if anyone agrees. Simply stating a preference.

As someone with 8 years of classical piano training, knowledge of chord structure, intervals, progressions, blah blah blah, Jimi's music strikes me differently in the ear when I hear it.

I hear phrases when I listen to his music, not really the individual notes. It's not a conscious choice. He doesn't communicate with individual notes at least not to me.

I don't claim to understand his inspirations, his frame of mind, or what drove him to write the type of music that he did. I don't think Jimi knew either. I think he just played what he felt.

He had a unique way of expressing himself musically. I think the chaos in his mind is captured somewhat by what came out through his hands. I feed off that energy. It actually calms me while driving me forward at the same time.

Some don't like the sound and that's fine.
But I do. If you listen to it enough, you start to deconstruct the very outer layers of the chaotic sound of some of his songs. If it is your thing. If not, that's fine too.

I have always heard Jimi's music in phrases.
I never listen for notes chords or chord progressions because the least common denominator for me is the phrase.

I can tell you just by listening to most other songs what the chord progression is. It's not that difficult if you have the background. But most classic rock songs are based on two or three chord progressions maybe four. That's not a bad thing just a statement. But that is the base structure that I hear in other music.

But for me, the base structure in Jimi's music is the phrase. And I can listen to those phrases all day. Is it chaotic? I suppose that depends on your point of view. And your point of view is fine by me.