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Neil Diamond
Neil Diamond


Background information
Birth name Neil Leslie Diamond
Born January 24, 1941
Origin New York City, United States
Genre(s) Folk
Country
Years active 1958—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
MCA Records
Bang Records
Uni Records
Website Website



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Neil Diamond Album


Beautiful Noise (1976)
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What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the street
Got a beautiful sound
It's got a beautiful beat

It's a beautiful noise
Goin' on everywhere
Like the clickety-clack
Of a train on a track
It's got a rhytm to spare

It's a beautiful noise
And it's a sound that I love
And it fits me as well
As a hand in a glove
Yes it does, yes it does

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the park
It's the song of this kids
And it plays until dark

It's the song of the cars
On their furious flights
But there's even romance
In the way that they dance
To the beat of the lights

It's a beautiful noise
And it's a sound that I love
And ist makes me feel good
Like a hand in a glove
Yes it does, yes it does
What a beautiful noise

It's a beautiful noise
Made of joy and of strife
Like a symphony played
By the passing parade
It's the music of life

What a beautiful noise
Comin' into my room
And it's beggin' for me
Just to give it a tune


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Stargazer
You with your head in the heavens
You'll never get by
Walkin' that high off the ground

Hey, moondreamer
I've been around and I've seen it
The higher you get,
The harder they let you down

You pay your dues, it seems forever
And if you're clever
You may be in for a while
Then you're out of style

Hey Stargazer
Probably think I'm crazy
And you haven't heard
One single word I've said

And I don't want, to burst your bubble,
LyricsBut you got trouble
Don't you know, the higher the top
The longer the drop
Hey, Stargazer

No, I don't want to burst your bubble,
But you got trouble
Don't you know, the higher the top
The longer the drop

Hey, Stargazer
No I don't want to burst your bubble,
But you got trouble
Don't you know, the higher the top
The longer the drop
Hey, Stargazer
Look out son...


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Lady-oh, Lady-oh,
I walked the streets again last night
I saw you in the city light
Like a vision,
Lady-oh

Lady I, Lady I,
I've been waitin' around
Such a long, long time
Believin' I could make you mine
Just wanting you
Lady-oh

But here I am and there you are
Much too far to even hear me
Hurts a lot,
You know it does, it hurts a lot
Oh, Lady-oh,
Am I gonna ever learn
What I never learned, before

LyricsCity lights, city lights
Burn so warm and they burn so bright
But me, I walk the city night
To forget you,
Lady-oh
(saxophone)

But here I am and there you are,
Much too far to even hear me
Hurts a lot, you know it does, it hurts a lot
Hey, Lady-oh,
Am I gonna ever learn
What I never learned before


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Hey
Sleepy old sun, sleepy old day
Sleepy old tree gonna make me some shade
Sleepy old time on my side of town
I'm feelin' fine, I'll explain to you now

Don't think, feel
Ain't no big deal
Just make it real and don't think, feel
It don't take plans to clap your hands
When it feels nice just don't think twice

Some worry all day 'bout who they can trust
Some worry all night 'bout money and lust
Worried they do and worried they die
And after they're gone just the bankers cry

Don't think, feel
Ain't no big deal
Just make it real and don't think, feel
It don't take plans to clap your hands
LyricsWhen it feels nice just don't think twice

Life is a card, you take what you get
You do what you can to feel no regret
You do what you can, forget about words
Just go with the feelin' it usually works

And don't think, feel
Ain't no big deal
Just make it real and don't think, feel
It don't take plans to clap your hands
When it feels nice you don't think twice

Don't think, feel
Ain't no big deal
Just make it real and don't think, feel
It don't take plans to clap your hands
When it feels nice you don't think twice

Don't think, feel
Ain't no big deal
Just make it real and don't think, feel


. . .



Surviving the life
Got some highs, got some lows
But the wise man,
He knows what it's really about
When you're doin' without
Surviving the life

Providing the soul,
It ain't easy to do
When you got to get through
Any way that you can
Join the family of man
Providing the soul

Pass the plate that serves it
Every heart deserves it
You and me, we do

Life ain't easy, but it ain't that bad
Sing the song that tells it,
Praise the man that sells it
LyricsYou're alive,
You might as well be glad

Revealing the heart,
You know that some people try
But it's hard to get by
Without giving a thing
You only get what you bring,
Revealing the heart

Pass the plate that serves it,
Every heart deserves it
You and me, we do
Life ain't easy, but it ain't that bad

Sing the song that tells it
Praise the man that sells it
You're alive, you might as well be glad

Providing the soul,
Revealing the heart,
Surviving the life


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When the night returns just like a friend
When the evening comes to set me free
When the quiet hours that wait beyond the day
Make peaceful sounds in me

Took a drag from my last cigarette
Took a drink from a glass of old wine
I closed my eyes, and I could make it real
And feel it one more time

Can you hear it, babe
Can you hear it, babe
From another time
From another place
Do you remember it, babe

And the radio played like a carnival tune
As we lay in our bed in the other room
When we gave it away for the sake of a dream
In a penny arcade, if you know what I mean

Here's to the songs we used to sing
And here's to the times we used to know
It's hard to hold them in our arms again
But hard to let them go

Do you hear it, babe
Do you hear it, babe
It was another time
It was another place
Do you remember it, babe

And the radio played like a carnival tune
As we lay in our bed in the other room
When we gave it away for the sake of a dream
In a penny arcade, if you know what I mean

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Hey, let me show you the street life
Hey, let me show you the finks,
The punks, the judge, the junkies
Stay close to me for a while
For a while, for a while

Say boy, you got to get street wise
Hey, little boy
You're a babe in arms
Stay out of harm's way
Wait right here with me for a while
For a while, for a while

Street life, hell in the city
You got to really watch out for that
Street life
Say, it ain't pretty
You got to know your way around
Or somehow you might get hurt
Get hurt, get hurt

LyricsSay, let me show you the night life
Say, let me show you the queens
The dudes, the class, the crudes
The folks that inhabit the night
Let me set it right

I'm gonna give you my warning
I'm gonna tell you the street's alive
The sound of jive
You've just arrived
Try it for size for a while, for a while

Street life, hell in the city
You got to really watch out for that
Street life
Say, it ain't pretty
You got to know your way around
Or somehow you might get hurt
Get hurt, get hurt


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Home is a wounded heart
Haven't you heard the story
He's out for love and for glory
And she's waitin' home by the fire

And wasn't it yesterday
Wasn't it me who said it
I swore that you'd never regret it
Now home is a wounded heart

It's a complicated thing,
Not an ordinary thing
My heart just breaks in two
'Cause I can see you standing there
You know that I can't bear
Your wounded heart

Paint me a red balloon
Give me a string and baby I'll tie it
Give me a ring and baby I'll buy it
And bring it on home to you
Home to a wounded heart


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Jungle time,
Time for the fight and it's time for the fury
Jungle time
Settin' it right and then takin' the glory
Jungle time, rumble time
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Strut your stuff
Lay it all out
Like you don't care who knows it
Strut your stuff,
You keep your cool
While the other guy blows it
Strut your stuff, hangin' tough
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time

Hey, I'm walkin' proud
Me and the boys
LyricsGot a date with the angels
Walkin' proud
We and them boys
Ain't exactly like strangers
Walkin' proud, talkin' proud
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time

Hey, I'm checkin' out
This ain't my style
And it it ain't my persuasion
Checkin' out,
Guess I ain't built for this kind of occasion
Checkin' out, steppin' out
Mama, mama, mama, mama,
Mama, mama, mama, mama
Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time
Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time
Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time


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Signs that burn like shooting stars
That pass across the nighttime skies
They reach out in their mystic language
For us to read between the lines
Some are born who would defy them
Others still who would deny them
Signs

Signs like moments hung suspended
Echoes just beneath the heart
Speak in voices half remembered
And half remembered play their part
Signs that come as we lay sleeping
Left behind for our keeping
Signs

Sail along, sail along the reefs
And the coves inside your soul
Sail along, sail along in search of a star
That you can hold
And we journey far, to where that star
LyricsMay lead to....

Signs that whisper in the dreams
Of sailors and of river queens
Of paupers and of men with means
It all depends on how it reads
And some are born who never need them
Others still who never read them
Signs

Sail along, sail along the reefs
And the coves inside your soul
Sail along, sail along in search of a star
That you can hold
Don't we journey far to where that star
May lead to.....

Signs
Signs
Some are born who never need them
Others still who never read them
Signs


. . .


Dry your eyes, take your song out
It’s a newborn afternoon
And if you can’t recall the singer, can you still recall the tune?
Dry your eyes, play it slowly, just like you’re marching off to war
Sing it like you always wanted, like you sung it once before
And from the centre of the circle, to the big waiting crowd
If it ever is forgotten, sing it long and sing it loud
And come dry your eyes

And you taught us more about living, than we ever cared to know
And we came to learn a secret, and we never let it go
And it was more than being holy, it was less than being free
And if you can’t recall the reason, can you hear the people see
Right through the lightening and the thunder, to the dark side of the moon
Through that distant falling angel, that descended much too soon
Come dry your eyes

Dry your eyes, take your song out
It’s a newborn afternoon
And if you can’t recall the singer, you can still recall the tune
Come dry your eyes
Come dry your eyes
Dry your eyes

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