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Safe and Sound Mind On My Man Think I'm Gonna Have A Baby Older Sister Just Not True Hotcakes Misfit Forever My Love Mockingbird Grownup Haven't Got Time For The Pain |
Lyrics by: Jacob Brackman
Music by: Carly Simon
Strange times in Portland, Maine
Lobsters dancing on the docks
Switzerland's been weird since they unplugged the clocks
Man and a woman in Brooklyn Heights
Each convinced the other's in the wrong
While last year the divorce rate tripled in Hong Kong
If through all the madness
We can stick together
We're safe and sound
The world's just inside out and upside down
Flash from Mexico
The Toreadors have all turned gay
Roman whores have quit to seek a better way
Dope has undermined the morale of
The Buckingham Palace guards
Motorcycle gangs ride naked down Hollywood Boulevard
If through all the madness
We can stick together
We're safe and sound
The world's just inside out and upside down
Maharaj wants you to lead a pilgrimage to Tibet
New York women want me sounding off like a Suffragette
I know that each of us is all alone in the end
But the trip still feels less dangerous when you've got a friend
If we stick together
You and me forever
We're safe and sound
The world's just turned inside out and upside down
The world's just turned inside out and upside down
Acoustic Guitar: Carly Simon
Electric Guitar: David Spinozza
Drums: Rick Marotta
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Piano: Ken Asher
Strings and Woodwinds arr. and cond. by Paul Buckmaster
© 1974 C'est Music / Maya Productions Ltd. ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon
I've got my mind on my man again
I've got my man on my mind
He's everything to me
He's somethin' more special
Than any amount of lookin's gonna find
I'm not hooked on any hero from an idle dream
But I'm idly dreamin' of him
He's a lotus that opens and closes
Notice he won't always let me in
So, my mind is on my man
Got my man on my mind
Sometimes he's sleepy
And I don't think he loves me
I worry about his lovin'
Ain't I crazy?
He's a northern baby and a southern child
He's a gentleman lost at the fair
He's a cowboy, gettin' drunk at the plaza
He has a place in my heart, anywhere
And my mind is on my man
Got my man on my mind
Piano, Electric Piano and Whistle: Carly Simon
Acoustic Guitar: James Taylor
Electric Guitar: Bucky Pizzarelii
Bass: Richard Davis
Conga: Ralph McDonald
Cabaza: George Devons
© 1974 C'est Music , ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by Carly Simon
Platform shoes on table tops
I think I'm gonna be a lady
Opinions flyin' right and left
I think I'm gonna tell them maybe
They're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I'm gonna have a baby, a baby
I wouldn't be naughty for the sake of naught
Or be different just to differ
I wouldn't sell myself just to get bought
Or give just to deliver
They're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I want to be a river, be a river...
Rivers do such nice things, they roll to the sea
When I am a river then I'll want to listen to me
They're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I want to be a river
So you pick me up, and you tune me up
And you wind me up and play me
You talk about heart
And you say you know soul
And the way to treat a lady
You're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I'm gonna have a baby, have a baby
Babys do such nice things, they rock on your knee
When I was a baby my rockin' was something to see
Piano & Acoustic Guitar: Carly Simon
Drums: Jim Keltner
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Electric Guitar: David Spinozza
Percussion: Ralph McDonald
Background Vocals: Tasha Thomas, Carl Hall and Lani Groves
La-la's: Lucy Simon and Todd Graff
© 1974 C'est Music , ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon
She rides in the front seat
She's my older sister
She knows her power over me
She goes to bed an hour later than I do
When she turns the lights out
What does she think about?
And what does she do in the daylight
That makes her so great?
Oh but to be, oh but to be, oh but to be
I'd like to be
My older sister
She flies through the back door
She's my older sister
She throws French phrases 'round the room
She has ice skates and legs that fit right in
She's wicked to all the beaming dreamers
Who'll later boast of an evening
By her fiery side
Oh but to be, I'd like to be, please let me be, oh let me be
I'd like to be
My older sister
And in her black gymnastic tights
She runs into some elastic nights
Sophisticated sister sings for the
Soldiers of the soccer team
Their silver I.D.'s and sororities
They tinker with love in their Model T's
Oh lord, won't you let me be her
For just one day
She turns everybody's heads
While I wear her last year's threads
With patches and stitches and a turned up hem
Oh, but to be, oh but to be, I'd like to be
Just once to be
My older sister
Piano: Carly Simon
Acoustic Guitars: James Taylor, Jimmy Ryan
Electric Lead Guitar: David Spinozza
Drums: Jim Keltner
Slap Bass: Larry Brean
Background Vocals: Bennie Diggs and The Revelations
Ba-yoops: Richard Perry
© 1974 C'est Music , ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon
You stick to me when I wish you'd gone
You hammer on my thoughts through dreams
Your plot is thick with saucy schemes
And ways to reach my balconies
And I say I'm not turned on by the way you look
I'm not turned on by the way you act
I'm not turned on when you tell me
That you need me
But sometimes
Just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know
It's just not true
You're in my blood, a Holy Ghost
I scream, but it's a hollow plea
The thoughts I swallow leave me thirsty
You do a very fine imitation of me
And I say I'm not turned on by the way you laugh
I'm not turned on by the way you smile
I'm not turned on when you tell me that you love me
But sometimes
Just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know
It's just not true
And I say I'm not turned on by the way you dance
I'm not turned on my the way you laugh
I'm not turned on when you tell me that you need me
But sometimes
Just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know
It's just not true
Piano: Carly Simon
Acoustic Lead Guitar: James Taylor
Drums: Jim Gordon
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Acoustic Rhythm Guitar: Jimmy Ryan
Strings and Woodwinds arr. and cond. by Paul Buckmaster
Background Vocals: James Taylor and Carly Simon
© 1974 C'est Music , ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon
Says spittle on the griddle
As you drop that batter into that hot butter
Round and brown
Pipping hot
Like is not?
What we got is hotcakes
Hubba, hubba, hubba
Puffing up fluffy and sweet
And now wait
And now flip it
Drums: Billy Cobham
Tuba and Bari Sax: Howard Johnson
Tenor Sax: Bobby Keys
Trombone: Barry Rogers
Trumpet: Steven Madaio
Horns arr. and cond. by James Taylor
© 1974 C'est Music , ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon
There are plenty of late nights
If you want to stay up for them
You'll just want to find yourself a friend
And tie a couple on in a night spot
Draw pictures of your soul, win the jackpot
For tears in your beer
It's hip to be miserable
When you're young and intellectual
In a bit you'll admit you're a misfit
Come on home with me
We'll turn on the TV
About 10 o'clock, we'll turn off the light
Not every man was born to stay up late at night
There are plenty of boats to catch
If you notice all the sails in the wind
But you better look hard my friend
In case you catch a ride on the wrong one
And you think you see the one you belong on
Oh, the water is wide
It's hip to be miserable
When you're young and intellectual
In a bit you'll admit you're a misfit
Come on home with me
We'll sit under a tree
And if you get the itch
I'll supply the scratch
Not every man was born with a boat to catch
It's hip to be miserable
When you're young and intellectual
In a bit you'll admit you're a misfit
Piano: Carly Simon
Acoustic Guitar: James Taylor
Drums: Jim Gordon
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Electric Guitar: Jimmy Ryan
Drums: Andy Newmark
Strings and Woodwinds arr. and cond. by Paul Buckmaster
© 1974 C'est Music , ASCAP
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon and James Taylor
Words of love
Softly spoken like clouds above
Drift away
What shall I say?
To let you know the way I feel
Should I cry out loud that love is real?
Or simply reveal
Forever my love
Time alone will tell us
Lovers born in May
May grow bitter and jealous
Faded and gray
What shall I say?
It's not another lovers game
It doesn't seem to have a name
It changes and remains the same
Forever my love, my love
Yesterday's projection will never really know
But tomorrow's recollection will surely show
It was so between us
Ain't no other way
Time has seen us
Day after day
What shall I say?
That isn't in the way I act
That'll carry through the years intact
I'm lookin' forward to lookin' back
From further on down the track
Together in fact
Forever my love, my love
Acoustic Guitar: Carly Simon
Acoustic Lead Guitar: James Taylor
Piano: Ken Asher
Electric Guitar: David Spinozza
Drums: Russell Kunkel
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Strings and Woodwinds arr. and cond. by Paul Buckmaster
© 1974 C'est Music ASCAP / Country Road Music, Inc. BMI
Lyrics & Music by: Inez & Charlie Foxx (Add'l lyrics James Taylor)
Mock, yeah
Ing, yeah
Bird, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mockingbird
Now, everybody have you heard
He's gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing
He's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
He's gonna surely break this heart of mine
And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody.....
Hear me now and understand
He's gonna find me some piece of mind
And if that piece of mind won't stay
I'm gonna find myself a better way
And if that better way ain't so
I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's why I keep on shoutin' in your ear.....
Well now everybody have you heard
She's gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
She's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
Yes it will surely break this poor heart of mine
And that's the reason why I keep on tellin' everybody...
Listen all and understand
She's gonna find me some piece of mind
Yeah, and if that piece of mind won't stay
I'm gonna get myself a better way
I might rise above, I might go below
Ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's the reason why I keep on shouting in your ear...
Vocals: Carly Simon and James Taylor
Piano & Organ: Dr. John
Electric Lead Guitar: Robbie Robertson
Drums: Jim Keltner
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Baritone Sax: Bobby Keys
Electric Rhythm Guitar: Jimmy Ryan
Tenor Sax: Michael Brecker
Percussion: Raplh McDonald
© 1963 Unart Music Corp. BMI
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon
I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown
Red roses on linen
I stood three feet from the ground
The grownups laughed inside
Used words I didn't know
But still I enjoyed the show
They looked so lovely
They looked so self-assured
And I just like them
Would know it all when I matured
And no longer be afraid of the darkness or the bears
Or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs
Well, I've just gotten older
I've just gotten taller
And the little ones
Call me a grownup
Last night at a friend's house
A little girl was there
She stood in the doorway playing with her hair
She looked up at me as if I could do no wrong
As I stood to sing my song
I sang it with a shiver
In my throat and in my knees
Feeling just as small
As a thistle in a breeze
But the child's imagination
Carried me along
And saw me through my song
See, I've just gotten older
I've just gotten taller
And the little ones
They call me a grownup
Piano: Carly Simon
Piano II: Ken Asher
Strings and Woodwinds arr. and cond. by Paul Buckmaster
© 1974 C'est Music ASCAP
Lyrics by: Jacob Brackman
Music by: Carly Simon
All those crazy nights
When I cried myself to sleep
Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore
'Cause I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you
You showed me how
How to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind
Now I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you
Suffering was the only thing
That made me feel I was alive
Thought that's just how much
It cost to survive in this world
'Til you showed me how
How to fill my heart with love
How to open up and drink in all that white light
Pouring down from the heaven
Haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you
Piano: Carly Simon
Acousting Lead Guitar: James Taylor
Drums: Jim Keltner
Bass: Klaus Voormann
Acoustic Rhythm Guitar: Jimmy Ryan
Percussion: Ralph McDonald
Strings and Woodwinds arr. and cond. by Paul Buckmaster
Background Vocals: Carl Hall, Tasha Thomas and Lani Groves
© 1974 C'est Music / Maya Prod. Ltd. ASCAP
Hotcakes Album LP Cover
Photo: Ed Caraeff
Hotcakes Album LP Gatefold
Photo: Vieri Salvadori
Hotcakes Album LP back cover
Photo:Ed Caraeff
Hotcakes photo session outtake
Photo: Ed Caraeff
In the studio recording Hotcakes
Photo: Peter Simon
Backstage with Robert Plant at Madison Square Garden in 1973. Photo: Richard E. Aaron
Produced by: Richard Perry
Recording Engineers: Harry Maslin, Bill Schnee
Recording Locations: The Hit Factory, N.Y.C. (Oct. - Nov. 1973) Assistant Engineer: Blaise Castellano
Producers Workshop, Los Angeles (Sept. 1973)
Remix Engineers: Bill Schnee (Sound Labs, L.A.), Harry Maslin
Disc Cutting Engineer: Doug Sax, The Mastering Lab, L.A.
Cover Photography: Ed Caraeff
Centerfold Photo: Vieri Salvadori
Art Direction & Design: Push Pin Studios, Vincent Ceci
Personal Management: Arlyne Rothberg, Inc.
James Taylor appears courtesy of Warner Bros. Records
Dr. John appears courtesy of Atlantic Records
Robbie Robertson appears courtesy of Capitol Records
Billy Cobham appears courtesy of Atlantic Records
David Spinozza appears courtesy of A&M Records
Hit Parader magazine cover - October 1974
No More Time For Pain
Written by: Lisa Robinson
Cover photo: Ed Careff
Carly Simon really is one of the rare few who made it in the music business, and did so with the cheers and the total support of just about everyone who met her.
On Songwriting: Carly claims that she’s always been vaguely disorganized about writing. “I certainly have to have a deadline as far as albums are concerned. I need to know that I’ll be doing an album in September let’s say, so I have to have songs ready by then. Like last year – I knew I had to get an album done before the baby was born because I wouldn’t be able to do it afterwards. As it happened, going into the album I didn’t have all the songs ready, and I had to do two of them – Man on My Mind and Misfit while I was doing the album."
On Fans: Trying to keep their life as private as possible, Carly said, “You know – when we’ve gone away for the summer to Martha’s Vineyard and kids have tried to find us, it’s been unbelievable. The place we were hounded in the most, as far as people wanting our autographs and stuff was Japan.
Sometimes I think, how can anybody want to meet me, or want my autograph? And then the other night I went to see Frank Sinatra – and there I was in an idol worship situation…it was like decades of idol worship on my part…and I met him afterwards and I just lost total control of my facial muscles! I was really just spastic. And I thought to a lesser degree maybe that’s how people feel meeting me. And I thought – god, how peculiar.”
On Performing: Carly performs rarely, but says that she misses it. Part of the problem is that she rose to such tremendous fame recently that there would be no way for her to perform in an informal atmosphere, or a smaller club. “I’d prefer to sing in a supper club with drinks clicking,” Carly confessed – there aren’t many options open to her at this point. “But I do miss the exhilaration of performing,” she admitted.
On being Parents: As Carly continues to talk about her domestic life she smiles and says, “We both sing a lot around the house, and we sing to Sarah too. At night we do like a sentimental movie number where the baby’s in the crib and the mother and father stand over the crib and sing ‘hush little baby don’t say a word’…you know, the other version of Mockingbird.”
Album Review ~ by Jon Landau Read
"..substantial songs and performances, superior to almost everything else she has so far recorded. A provocative record, Hotcakes leaves me wondering where she will go next."
Album Review ~ by William Ruhlmann Read
"A glowing, pregnant Carly Simon smiles out from the cover of Hotcakes, one of her biggest selling albums, which featured the gold single "Mockingbird," a duet with her husband James Taylor..."
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