1.Eyes Of The Confessor
If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
What you see is only on the surface.
When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath,
The measure of the depth can be deceiving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation
You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare.
From up above it's hard to see but you knowwhen you're there.
On the bottom words are shallow.
On the surface talk is cheap.
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep
In the eyes of the CONFESSOR.
In the eyes of the Confessor,
There's no place you can hide.
You can't hide from the eyes (of the Confessor)
Don't you even try.
In the eyes of the Confessor
You can't tell a lie,
You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor)
Strip you down to size,
Naked as the day that you were born,
Naked as the day that you were born.
(Tremendous guitar work)
Take all the trauma, drama, comments,
The guilt and doubt and shame
The what if's and if only's
The shackles and the chains
The violence and aggresion,
The pettiness and scorn,
The jealousy and hatred,
The tempest and discord,
AND GIVE IT UP!
Joe Walsh's 'Confessor' -- 1985
2.Life's Been Good
I own a mansion,
Forget the price.
Ain't never been there,
They tell me it's nice.
I live in hotels,
Tear out the walls.
I have accountants
Pay for it all.
They say I'm crazy but I have a good time.
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime.
Life's been good to me so far.
My Maserati
Does one eighty-five.
I lost my license,
Now I don't drive.
I have a limo,
Ride in the back.
I lock the doors
In case I'm attacked.
I'm making records,
My fans they can't wait.
They write me letters
Tell me I'm great.
So I got me an office,
Gold records on the wall.
Just leave a message,
Maybe I'll call.
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through.
I can't complain but sometimes I still do.
Life's been good to me so far.
I go to parties,
Sometimes until four.
It's hard to leave
When you can't find the door.
It's tough to handle
This fortune and fame.
Everybodies so different,
I haven't changed.
They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time.
I keep on going guess I'll never know why.
Life's been good to me so far
3.Lifes Been Good
Title：Life's Been Good
I have a mansion, forget the price.
Ain't never been there they tell me it's nice.
I live in hotels, tear out the walls.
I have accountants pay for it all.
They say I'm crazy, but I have a good time.
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime.
Life's been good to me so far.
My Masarati does one-eighty-five.
I lost my license, now I don't drive.
I have a limo, ride in the back.
I lock the doors in case I'm attacked.
I'm makin' records, my fans they can't wait.
They write me letters, tell me I'm great.
So I got me an office, gold records on the wall.
Just leave a message, maybe I'll call.
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through.
(Everybody say I'm cool......He's cool)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do.
Life's been good to me so far
(One really fantastic guitar solo that radio idiots too often
cut up)
I go to parties, sometimes until 4.
I'ts hard to leave when you can't find the door.
It's tought to handle this fortune and fame.
Everybody's so different, I hven't changed.
They say I'm lazy but I have a good time
(Everybody say oh, yeah.....OH,YEAH)
I keep on going guess I'll never know why.
Life's been good to me so far. (yeah,yeah,yeah)
Joe Walsh, 1978
From the album, 'But seriously, Folks'
4.Pretty Maids
Hi there, how are ya？ It's been a long time.
Seems like you've come a long way.
My how we learn so slow,
And heroes they come and they go.
And leave us hind as if we're s'posed to know
Why
Why
Why dowe give up our hearts to the past？
And why must we grow up so fast？
(solo)
And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes,
Someone should send you a rose.
'With love from a friend,
It's nice to hear from you again...' and
The storybook comes to a close.
Gone are the ribbons and bows.
Things to remember, places to go,
Pretty maids all in a row...
Joe Walsh, --1976
'Hotel California', by Eagles.
5.Rocky Mountain Way
Spent the last year Rocky Mountain Way,
Couldn't get much higher.
Out to pasture, think it's safe to say,
Time to open fire.
And we don't need the ladies cryin' 'cause the story's sad.
Rocky Mountain Way is the best way that we ever had.
Well he's tellin' us this and he's tellin' us that.
Changin' it every day.
Says it doesn't matter.
Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat
Playin' it play by play.
Time to change the batter.
And we don't need the ladies cryin' 'cause the story's sad.
Rocky Mountain Way is the best way that we ever had.
(Here Joe plays some really fantastic guitar work, including a
talkbox
solo／duet that really was the first time a talkbox was used in a
rock tune nd
the second time a talkbox was used at all on an album. The 'box
he is using
is the first one ever built, the one used on the only other
recording at the
time. Joe had modified it slightly to make it more talky, and
thus began an
interesting new facet in rock guitar. Joe introduced the 'box to
Peter
Frampton, who did wonderful work with it on 'Do You Feel Like We
Do？' Many,
many years later, little Richie Sambora used the 'box on 'Living
on a
Prayer', in which he ripped off Joe's style, again. This song is
available
on Joe's 1973 release 'The Smoker You Drink, the Player You
Get')
6.The Confessor
If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
What you see is only on the surface.
When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath,
The measure of the depth can be deceiving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation
You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare.
From up above it's hard to see but you knowwhen you're there.
On the bottom words are shallow.
On the surface talk is cheap.
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep
In the eyes of the CONFESSOR.
In the eyes of the Confessor,
There's no place you can hide.
You can't hide from the eyes (of the Confessor)
Don't you even try.
In the eyes of the Confessor
You can't tell a lie,
You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor)
Strip you down to size,
Naked as the day that you were born,
Naked as the day that you were born.
(Tremendous guitar work)
Take all the trauma, drama, comments,
The guilt and doubt and shame
The what if's and if only's
The shackles and the chains
The violence and aggresion,
The pettiness and scorn,
The jealousy and hatred,
The tempest and discord,
AND GIVE IT UP!
Joe Walsh's 'Confessor' -- 1985
7.Walk Away
Title：Okay, Thunder7...'Walk Away'
Takin' my time,
Usin' my line,
Tryin' to decide what to do.
Looks my 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,
We talk all night, here comes the morning.
Seems to me,
You ignore just what was said and
Greet the day (solo)
seems to me,
you don't wanna talk about it.
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 to cool myself down,
Stompin' around,
Thinking some words I can't name ya.
Meet you halfway,
Got nothin' to say,
Still I don't 'spose I can blame ya.
Seems to me,
You don't wanna talk about it.
Seems to me,
You justturn your pretty head and
You just turn your pretty head and
Walk away.
Walk Away.
(Massive wah pedal solo and fade)
Joe Walsh (James Gang) -- 1969(？)
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