14 Years (Live In London - August 31, 1991) - Guns N' Roses

Girl you're all I'm wanting don't be fronting No put me on a long thing Don't be fronting o (Aaa ee) It's been 14 years now I've been crushing Baby stop it o Baby stop it o ooooo Say your baka na mata E plenty like water Na you dey make my head e dey scatter I love the way you grip my banana Dey make me dey mental I no dey understand your agenda Don't call me an offender I'm just a performer I'm not after your vag*na Emi Yemi my lover Emi yemi my lover I say farabale Jen ba e soro ife Ki lo se e baby I say farabale I say farabale ee Can't you see What you mean to me Can't you see What you mean to me Wetin you dey find go sokoto E no dey for sokoto E dey for your sokoto E dey for your sokoto aa eee No dey mind all those guys wey talk say your yansh na roboto Dem just dey yan okoto Say na me you go follow go (Go o) Roses are red violets are blue No stand dey look I'm talking to you I'm talking to you (Uuuu) You make me act a fool I can't deny it The place for you is right beside me Your love I cannot do without it Just say yes and be my wifey You are mine already cos it's time already You can say yes my baby Let me rock your body From night till morning (Oooo) Can't you see What you mean to me Can't you see What you mean to me Wetin you dey find go sokoto E no dey for sokoto E dey for your sokoto E dey for your sokoto aa eee No dey mind all those guys wey talk say your yansh na roboto Dem just dey yan okoto Say na me you go follow go (Go o)

Well, I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest (Hmm, mmmm) When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there (lalala, la, lalala) Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la And I'm laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder Of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame Well I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes, he still remains Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la Lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la-lalala-la

The Mississippi Delta Was shining like a National guitar I am following the river, down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland, Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companion is nine years old He is the child of my first marriage But I've reason to believe We both will be received In Graceland She comes back to tell me she's gone As if I didn't know that As if I didn't know my own bed As if I'd never noticed The way she brushed her hair from her forehead And she said losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow I'm going to Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties But I've reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland There is a girl in New York City Who calls herself the human trampoline And sometimes when I'm falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil I say Whoa, so this is what she means She means we're bouncing into Graceland And I see losing love Is like a window into your heart And everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody feels the wind blow In Graceland, in Graceland I'm going to Graceland For reasons I cannot explain There's some part of me wants to see Graceland And I may be obliged to defend Every love, every ending Or maybe there's no obligations now Maybe I've a reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland Whoa-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, Graceland, Graceland I'm going to Graceland

I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on But feel the bite whenever you believe that You'll be lost and love will find you When the road bends, when the song ends She moves on And I know the reason I feel so blessed My heart still splashes inside my chest But she, she is like a top, she cannot stop She moves on A sympathetic stranger Lights a candle in the middle of the night Her voice cracks, she jumps back But she moves on, moves on She says "Oo-oo-oo-ooh, my storybook lover You have underestimated my power As you shortly will discover" Then I fall to my knees I shake a rattle at the skies And I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, forsaken In her cold coffee eyes She can't sleep now The moon is red She fights a fever She burns in bed She needs to talk so We take a walk down in the maroon light She says "Maybe these emotions are As near to love as love will ever be" So I agree Then the moon breaks She takes the corner That's all she takes She moves on, she moves on She says "Oo-oo-ooh, my storybook lover You have underestimated my power As you shortly will discover" Then I fall to my knees I grow weak, I go slack As if she captured the breath of my voice in a bottle And I, I can't catch it back, no-no-no-no-no-no-no But I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on, on and on