Tracy Chapman Album

Artist(s): Tracy Chapman

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Tracklist

Talkin’ Bout a Revolution

length: 2:40
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
electric guitar: Jack Holder and Tracy Chapman
Hammond organ: Jack Holder
acoustic guitar: Tracy Chapman
percussion: Tracy Chapman
bass guitar: Larry Klein
drums (drum set) & percussion: Denny Fongheiser
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman

Don't you know
They're talkin' bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
They're talkin' about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs

Don't you know
You better run, run, run
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run

Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Yes finally the table has started to turn
talking 'bout a revolution...

Fast Car

length: 4:57
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
acoustic guitar & electric guitar & percussion: Tracy Chapman
steel guitar: Ed Black
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
bass guitar: Larry Klein
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
His body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

So remember we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
We go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

I remember we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

I remember we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

Across the Lines

length: 3:25
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
bass: Larry Klein
acoustic guitar: Tracy Chapman
hammered dulcimer: Jack Holder
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
Across the lines
Who would dare to go
Under the bridge
Over the tracks
That separates whites from blacks

Choose sides
Or run for your life
Tonight the riots begin
On the back streets of America
They kill the dream of America

Little black girl gets ***aulted
Ain't no reason why
Newspaper prints the story
And racist tempers fly
Next day it starts a riot
Knives and guns are drawn
Two black boys get killed
One white boy goes blind

Little black girl gets ***aulted
Don't no one know her name
Lots of people hurt and angry
She's the one to blame

Behind the Wall

length: 1:50
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say they can't interfere
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep"

Baby Can I Hold You

length: 3:15
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
Hammond organ: Jack Holder
keyboard: Bob Marlette
percussion: Denny Fongheiser
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
bass guitar: Larry Klein
electric violin: David LaFlamme
electric sitar: Jack Holder
guitar: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
composer: Tracy Chapman
Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry

Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me

But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine

I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you

Mountains o’ Things

length: 4:40
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
electric guitar: Tracy Chapman
keyboard: Bob Marlette and Steve Kaplan
percussion: Paulinho da Costa
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
The life I've always wanted
I guess I'll never have
I'll be working for somebody else
Until I'm in my grave
I'll be dreaming of a live of ease
And mountains Oh mountains o' things

To have a big expensive car
Drag my furs on the ground
And have a maid that I can tell
To bring me anything
Everyone will look at me with envy and with greed
I'll revel in their attention
And mountains Oh mountains o' things

Sweet lazy life
Champagne and caviar
I hope you'll come and find me
Cause you know who we are
Those who deserve the best in life
And know what money's worth
And those whose sole misfortune
Was having mountains o' nothing at birth

Oh they tell me
There's still time to save my soul
They tell me
Renounce all
Renounce all those material things you gained by
Exploiting other human beings

Consume more than you need
This is the dream
Make you pauper
Or make you queen
I won't die lonely
I'll have it all prearranged
A grave that's deep and wide enough
For me and all my mountains o' things

Mostly I feel lonely
Good good people are
Good people are only
My stepping stones
It's gonna take all my mountains o' things
To surround me
Keep all my enemies away
Keep my sadness and loneliness at bay

I'll be dreaming, dreaming... Dreaming...

She’s Got Her Ticket

length: 3:57
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
electric guitar: Tracy Chapman and Jack Holder
bass: Larry Klein
Hammond organ: Jack Holder
keyboard: Steve Kaplan
percussion: Paulinho da Costa
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
She's got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made up

Why not leave why not
Go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with
Nothing

Young girl ain't got no chances
No roots to keep her strong
She's shed all pretenses
That someday she'll belong
Some folks call her a runaway
A failure in the race
But she knows where her ticket takes her
She will find her place in the sun

And she'll fly, fly, fly...

Why?

length: 2:07
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
electric guitar: Jack Holder
bass: Larry Klein
Hammond organ: Jack Holder
acoustic guitar: Tracy Chapman
percussion: Paulinho da Costa and Denny Fongheiser
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
Why do the babies starve
When there's enough food to feed the world
Why when there are so many of us
Are there people still alone

Why are the missiles called peace keepers
When they're aimed to kill
Why is a woman still not safe
When she's in her home

Love is hate
War is peace
No is yes
And we're all free

But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
Amidst all these questions and contradictions
There are some who seek the truth

But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
When the blind remove their blinders
And the speechless speak the truth

For My Lover

length: 3:13
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
bass: Larry Klein
acoustic guitar: Tracy Chapman
steel guitar: Ed Black
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
dobro: Jack Holder
synthesizer: Steve Kaplan
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
Two weeks in a Virginia jail
For my lover for my lover
Twenty thousand dollar bail
For my lover for my lover

And everybody thinks
That I'm the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you
The things we won't do for love
I'd climb a mountain if I had to
And risk my life so I could have you
You, you, you...

Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed
For my lover for my lover
They dope me up and I tell them lies
For my lover for my lover

I follow my heart
And leave my head to ponder
Deep in this love
No man can shake

I follow my heart
And leave my mind to wonder
Is this love worth
The sacrifices I make

If Not Now…

length: 3:02
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
bass: Larry Klein
acoustic guitar: Tracy Chapman
percussion: Tracy Chapman and Denny Fongheiser
drums (drum set): Denny Fongheiser
piano: Jack Holder
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
If not now then when
If now today then
Why make your promises
A love declared for days to come
Is as good as none

You can wait 'til morning comes
You can wait for the new day
You can wait and lose this heart
You can wait and soon be sorry

Now love's the only thing that's free
We must take it where it's found
Pretty soon it may be costly

If now now what then
We all must live our lives
Always feeling
Always thinking
The moment has arrived

For You

length: 3:10
producer: David Kershenbaum
vocal: Tracy Chapman
mixer: Kevin Smith
engineer: Kevin Smith
acoustic guitar: Tracy Chapman
composer: Tracy Chapman
lyricist: Tracy Chapman
There're no words to say
No words to convey
This feeling inside I have for you

Deep in my heart
Save from the guards
Of intellect and reason
Leaving me at a loss
For words to express my feelings

Deep in my heart
Look at me losing control
Thinking I had a hold
But with feelings this strong
I'm no longer the master
Of my emotions