Hold On (Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi)
Hold on to me when you're falling when you're falling down to the ground Hold on to me when you feel like When you feel like you can't go on Don't be afraid I'll never refuse you playing with a broken heart that's lame again Don't be ashamed to reach out and take my helping hand it's so easy to be, to be free, all you got to do is hold on to me when you're falling hold on to me when you're falling down hold on to me when you're falling down to the ground. (Hold on to me when you're falling, Hold on to me when you're falling) Reach out to me when you're crying When you're crying out in the rain Reach out to me when you feel like when you feel like you can't stand the pain. Don't be ashamed to hold your head up Walking to this state of mind aint' no big deal Don't be afraid to reach out and there's a friendly sky Take your clue. all you've got to do is... Hold on to me etc....
Time Is Running Out (Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi)
Every day there's something new that's going around Crazy people getting all dressed up to paint the town Business men they shake their heads and then they frown Everybody tries so hard to put them down It seems to me that maybe they got something going And if you don't make an effort, then you got no way to know Time is running out Woman, can you hear me clear? I hope that you can Before you go to sleep at night Take care of your man And if you want a love that will always be around forever Then you finally get it, ah, but you ain't gonna have it together Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Johnny drives a Thunderbird, he's in a big rage Always being criticized for being his age In his nose a safety pin and life's a razor blade He's so sick of everything that's been made It seems to me that maybe he's got bad frustration And all we can do is try and give the right information Oh, 'cause time is running out Population on the move So don't you delay Get yourself right in the groove 'N' hear what I say It's no good being lazy You've got to get up on your feet and shout 'Cause it'll make you crazy When you realize you've been left out Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out In the future there's no room People standing on your toes Mother nature's on the run Everybody's got a gun Soldiers walking in the street Giving off a lot of heat There just ain't enough to eat If you're poor, you've got no meat Advertising in the sky They like to stick it in your eye So mad it will make you cry All the things that you don't need Trouble in the family (Said, separation and the [sea?]) There is no more unity (Remind me what it used to be) Complications everywhere (It seems to me it has to be) [?] people stare (You know it's true and) Time is running out, running out Time is running out, running out Television in my home (People watching every day) Someone's talking on the phone (I can't hear a word I say) There's no time to be alone (There's no time to get away) Wonder why your mind is blown (Nervous breakdown every day) Take me where the air is clean To the country, fresh and green I just cannot stand this pace Sorry, but there's no such place Time is running out, running out (Repeat and fade)
Midland Maniac (Winwood)
Take me away beyond the night Take me away before the day Happens nowhere else but here Where can I go Except for the show? And sometime from now -and it won't be long I'm gonna stay in my home country And you see it, can you see it? Let me tell you' bout someone I knew Communicated but he didn't know how Telepathy Met a lady but he didn't know who Midland maniac Pouring out his soul to me He's a prisoner but he thinks he's free He has no one in the world to be Let me tell you 'bout a thing or two I sail the ocean just to get to you Telepathy I hear you calling but you can't get through Midland maniac Pouring out my soul to you I hope you get it and I know you do That is one thing I can do for you Take you away beyond the night Take you away before the day Happens nowhere else but here Where can i go- except for the show? And sometime from now-and it won't be long I'm gonna stay in my home country And you see it, can you see it?
Vacant Chair (Winwood, Viv Stanshall)
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going My dearest friend till we meet again O-ku Nsu-kun No-ko The dead are weeping for the dead
Luck's In (Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi)
Some people get lonely, while some people get blue But nobody can tell you just what you should do Somebody is laughing while somebody is crying While one child is born, there's somebody dying You hold the key in the palm of your hand, my love And it seems to me There ain't no [special crime? sense in crying?] in heaven above There's something about you, I don't know what you got But you and me girl, we're gonna give it a shot Feel my luck's in, I feel like I'm flying I don't want to see nobody crying If you saw my love Then you'd know what I mean She's the only one That makes this world like a dream I think it's amazing just what you can do When somebody wants you, and their love is true Hot love is a fire, and you can get burned I once was [?], now my luck's turned Luck's In
Let Me Make Something in Your Life (Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi)
Sometimes it's hard to express what you feel While trying to say the things that are real I don't wanna fight for fighting just brings pain Just wanna hold you in my loving arms again Let me see the sunrise shining in your eyes Taste the winds and feel blue skies I've heard all I can tell all your troubles and strife Let me make something Let me make something in your life Sometimes I catch myself talking loud While others I get lost in a crowd Then all my thoughts is being scared and get lost Cause I paid for my freedom too high a cost Let me see the sunrise etc (2nd time) I've been so lonely and I've been so blue Now without you, there's nothing I can do Why can't we try and make amends? We used to be good friends, why? I don't want to lose you We don't have to say goodbye.
Willie Weeks: Bass, except tracks 3 and 4.
Steve Winwood: Synthesizer, Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals.
Andy Newmark: Drums, except tracks 3 and 4.
Jim Capaldi: Drums and Backing Vocals on track 2.
Nicole Winwood: Backing Vocals on track 2.
Reebop Kwaku Baah: Congas on tracks 2 and 5.
Julian (Jr) Marvin: Guitar on track 4.
John Susswell: Drums on track 4.
Alan Spenner: Bass on track 4.
Brother James: Percussion on tracks 1 and 4.
Produced by Steve Winwood and Chris Blackwell in association with Mark Miller Mundy
"Midland Maniac" written, composed, and performed entirely by Steve Winwood
Recorded at Basing Street Studios, Chipping Norton Studios and Island Mobile
Re-Engineered By Phil Brown, Assistant Engineers Robert Ash and Ray Doyle
Mastered by Lee Hulko at Sterling Sound, NYC
Cover Painting by James Hutcheson
"Time Is Running Out" / "Penultimate Zone" released as UK single, 06/77