Winwood, Steve - Shootout At The Fantasy Factory Lyrics






You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way
You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon
When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away

Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife
And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way
You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there
But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed

Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down
National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees
Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout
Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next





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  1. U.... 6....

    The lukewarm reviews that greeted this 1973 release seem almost perfunctory now because time has been good to this album. There's a dusky groove throughout that often sounds the way hammocks feel at twilight in summer: gentle and unassuming. The breathy sax and organ of the 13-minute "Roll Right Stones" pull you in and gently rock; "Evening Blue" is an afternoon's expanding shadow, and the finale, "(Sometimes I Feel So) Uninspired," glows like the third beer into the evening. The album features the Muscle Shoals house-band rhythm section, alongside the band's leaders (and album producers) Jim Capaldi and Steve Winwood.

  2. b.... ....

    BTW, he's been sending me back here since the 3rd year of his passing.

    b.... ....

    Who's passing?

  3. J.... M....

    Love this Album...