Bonnie Tyler - Hide Your Heart

01	Notes from America	4:54	Robbie Seidman
02	Hide Your Heart	4:25	Desmond Child / Paul Stanley / Holly Knight
03	Don't Turn Around	4:18	Diane Warren / Albert Hammond
04	Save Up All Your Tears	4:24	Desmond Child / Diane Warren
05	To Love Somebody	5:49	Barry Gibb / Robin Gibb / Maurice Gibb
06	Take Another Look at Your Heart	3:47	Desmond Child / Michael Bolton
07	The Best	4:16	Mike Chapman / Holly Knight
08	Shy with You	3:40	Robbie Seidman
09	Streets of Little Italy	4:38	Robbie Seidman
10	Turtle Blues	4:11	Janis Joplin

Produced by Desmond Child
Mixed by David Thoener, except "Hide Your Heart" mixed by Bob Rock

	Label	Cat.No.	F.	Y.	C.	Notes
1	CBS	ASD 3186	LP	1988	SA?
2	CBS	CBS460125 2	CD	1988	UK

NOTES FROM AMERICA

Somewhere in America
The tour bus roars through the dead of night
The sleeping towns fade out of sight
You know what I mean

Here it comes and goes so fast
Lookin' out this window I just see black
Sometimes I wish that I was back
And this was all a dream

I been up and down, I been lost and found
In America, in America
I been turned around 'till I don't know where I'm bound
In America, in America

And I miss you now
Just a note from America

Livin' on the road again
I'm the only woman in this rock and roll band
Fifty states of one night stands
You know what I mean

Railroad crossing, midnight train
Just the lonely sound of the clickety-clack
Still I know I can't turn back
American dream

I been up and down, I been lost and found
In America, in America
I been turned around 'till I don't know where I'm bound
In America, in America

And I miss you now
Just a note from America
Hey hey, in America....

Sometimes when it gets to me
I dream that you are next to me
I can feel you near (whisperin' my name)
I can feel your touch (take away my pain)
I can hear you say, I just want to love you again
Baby, baby

I been up and down, I been lost and found, sing it!
In America, in America
I been turned around 'till I don't know where I'm bound
In America, in America

I been up and down, yeah, I been lost and found
In America, in America
I been turned around 'till I don't know where I'm bound
In America, in America

And I miss you now
Just a note from America....

NOTES FROM AMERICA
John McCurry: Guitars
Tony Levin: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Featured vocal by Joe Lynn Turner
Backing vocals by Myriam Valle, Elaine Caswell, Diana Grasselli, Joe Lynn Turner and Desmond Child
Sing-along crowd performed by the residents of Woodstock, NY

HIDE YOUR HEART

Johnny saw her ridin' on a streetcar named "Desire"
His fate was sealed
She could see him comin' like a hundred other liars
It was no big deal

Rosa had a lover on the shady side of town
Tito, he was king of the streets
She was his possesion like a jewel on his crown
Johnny better run, better run

Better hide your heart
Better hold on tight
Better say your prayers 'cause there's trouble tonight
When pride and love battle with desire
Better hide your heart 'cause you're playin' with fire

…ah, ah, ah, ah—ah hey, hey, hey, hey—do, do, do, do…

The ride was over but the story doesn't end
He took her heart
She looked him in the eye and said they couldn't meet again
You could see the trouble start

The word went out that Rosa's messin' with someone
It was on the street
Tito looked for Johnny with a vengeance and a gun
Johnny better run, better run

Better hide your heart
Better hold on tight
Better say your prayers 'cause there's trouble tonight
When pride and love battle with desire
Better hide your heart 'cause you're playin' with fire

…ah, ah, ah, ah—ah hey, hey, hey, hey—do, do, do, do…

Johnny's holdin' Rosa on a rooftop in the night
As time stood still
They couldn't hear him comin' till he had them both in sight
You could feel the chill

A shot rang out like thunder
And the blood was on her hands
With nothing won
When someone lies there dyin' lovers finally understand

Better hide your heart
Better hold on tight
Better say your prayers 'cause there's trouble tonight
When pride and love battle with desire
Better hide your heart 'cause you're playin' with fire

…ah, ah, ah, ah—ah hey, hey, hey, hey—do, do, do, do…

When pride and love battle with desire
Better hide your heart 'cause you're playin' with fire

…ah, ah, ah, ah—ah hey, hey, hey, hey—do, do, do, do…

When pride and love battle with desire
Better hide your heart 'cause you're playin' with fire....

HIDE YOUR HEART
John McCurry: Guitars
John Regan: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Organ
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Gang vocals by Joe Lynn Turner, Bernie Shanahan, Louis Merlino, Al Scotti and Desmond Child

DON'T TURN AROUND

If you wanna leave, I won't beg you to stay
And if you gotta go darling, maybe it's better that way

I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this little heart of mine
Just walk out that door, yeah see if I care
Go on and go now—but

Don't turn around—'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around—I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away—it's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go, but I won't let you know

I won't miss your arms around me, holding me tight
If you ever think about me, just know that I'll be alright

I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this little heart of mine
I know I'll survive, sure I'll make it through
And I'll even learn to live without you

I wish I could scream out loud that I love you
I wish I could say to you: don't go—don't go—don't go—but

DON'T TURN AROUND
John McCurry: Guitars
Tony Levin: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Backing vocals by Steven Savitt, Myriam Valle, Elaine Caswell, Diana Grasselli, Joe Lynn Turner and Desmond Child

SAVE UP ALL YOUR TEARS

I can't figure you out
But a heart must be the one thing you were born without
I'm through wasting my time
I don't know where I'll sleep tonight

You say that you can do without me
Go ahead now, try and live without me

You got used to my touch
I got used to not feeling much
Winter set in your eyes
Time will melt your castle of ice

You think that you won't feel the pain now
Your eyes will be cryin' like the rain now

You don't know it now
You don't know it now
You don't know it now
You don't know it now
You don't know it now
But some wounds get deeper with time
You don't feel it now
Till the need burns
A knife turns
Your heart bleeds like mine

Baby, save up all your tears, you might need them someday
When the tears start to fall I won't wipe them away
When you cry in the night for the love that you need
Baby, save up your tears 'cause you'll be cryin' over me
You'll be cryin' over me …
You'll be cryin' over …
You'll be cryin' over me …
Cryin' over me …
You'll be cryin' over me …
You'll be cryin' over me … [etc.]

SAVE UP ALL YOUR TEARS
John McCurry: Guitars
John Regan: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Backing vocals by Louis Merlino and Parry Darcy

TO LOVE SOMEBODY

There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be
Lived with you
Lived with you

There's a way, everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what good does it bring
If I ain't got you?
If I ain't got you?

Baby, you don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody the way I love you

In my pain, I see your face again
It's burning in my mind
You ain't got to be so blind
That I'm alive
Do you care honey if I live or die?

I'm a woman, can't you see what I am?
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain't got you?
If I ain't got you?

Baby, you don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody the way I love you, now
Love you, honey—no no no no no no yeah....

There's a light out there
A certain kind of light
Baby shine your light on me
I want my life to be
Lived with you
I wanna live with you, for the rest of my life, yeah

You don't know what it's like, no no no no
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody (to love somebody)
To love somebody (to love somebody)
The way I love you (love you)
Oh (oh)
Baby baby baby baby baby

(you don't know what it's like)
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody the way I love you
To love somebody
To love somebody… the way I love… you....

TO LOVE SOMEBODY
John McCurry: Guitars
Seth Glassman: Bass
Gregg Mangiafico: Acoustic Piano
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Backing vocals by Myriam Valle, Elaine Caswell, Louis Merlino, Jerry Marotta and Desmond Child
Horns: Louis Cortelezzi (tenor sax and solo), Lawrence Feldman (tenor sax), Ronnie Cubea (baritone sax), Keith O'Quinn (trombone) and Joe Shepley (trumpet)
Horns arranged and conducted by Ralph Schuckett

TAKE ANOTHER LOOK AT YOUR HEART

There must be somethin' that we can share
Why is it all or nothin' everywhere?
You got your life, I got mine
Why's our relationship hangin' on the line?

I don't want to own you
I just want to know you
I just want to love you
More than words can say

Baby, take another look at your heart
And tell me you don't want me
Baby, tell me you're not comin' apart
I can hold out 'til you break
Baby, take another look at your heart

You're breakin' up, that's no surprise
So much invested in our so-called "love lives"
Give it up, heart over mind
You can't explain away the tears you been cryin'

I don't want to own you
I just want to know you
I just want to love you
More than words can say

Baby, take another look at your heart
And tell me you don't want me
Baby, tell me you're not comin' apart
I can hold out 'til you break
Baby, take another look at your heart....

I don't want to own you
I just want to know you
I just want to love you
More than words can say

Baby, take another look at your heart
And tell me you don't want me
Baby, tell me you're not comin' apart
I can hold out 'til you break
Take another look at your heart
Take another look at your heart
Take another look at your heart
Baby, take another look at your heart.... (etc)

TAKE ANOTHER LOOK AT YOUR HEART
John McCurry: Guitars
Tony Levin: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Holly Knight: Additional Keyboars
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Backing vocals by Myriam Valle, Elaine Caswell, Joe Lynn Turner, Louis Merlino, Steven Savitt, Jerry Marotta and Desmond Child

THE BEST

I call you when I need you
And my heart's on fire
You'll come to me, come to me wild and wired

You come to me
Give me everything I need

You bring a lifetime of promises
And a world of dreams
You speak the language of love
Like you know what it means

And it can't be wrong
Take my heart and make it strong

'Cause you're simply the best
Better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met

I'm stuck on your heart
I hang on every word you said
Tear us apart
Baby, I would rather be dead

Deep in your heart
I see the start of every night and every day
And in your eyes I get lost
I get washed away

Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place

'Cause you're simply the best
Better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met

I'm stuck on your heart
I hang on every word you said
Tear us apart
Baby, I would rather be dead....

Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place, oh

You're simply the best
Better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met

I'm stuck on your heart (oh baby)
I hang on every word you said (oh yeah)
Tear us apart (oh no)
Baby, I would rather be dead

You're simply the best (oh baby)
Better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met

Oh, I'm stuck on your heart (oh baby)
I hang on every word you said....
[fade]

THE BEST
John McCurry: Guitars
Seth Glassman: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Holly Knight: Additional Keyboars
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Backing vocals by Myriam Valle, Elaine Caswell, Louis Merlino and Desmond Child

SHY WITH YOU

More than often when I'm with you
I become a nervous kid
I imagine your old girlfriends
I imagine what you did

I don't know if this is normal
I don't know if this is love
With you I get so formal
And I feel all this other stuff

Shy with you—though I've been around the block
Shy with you—'cause you're the one I really want

Other guys I don't care about
So easy with them
Anything you can do without
So easy to win

I can't do without your love
So I try to be cool
Everytime you call my bluff
I just stand there like a fool

Shy with you—though I've been around the block
Shy with you—'cause you're the one I really want
Shy with you—sometimes a heart can hurt a lot
Shy with you—'cause you're the one I really want....

I need your love
I need your love
I need your love to see me through
I want you
I want you
I want you and so it's true

Shy with you
Shy with you
Shy with you

More than often when I'm with you
I become a nervous kid
I imagine your old girlfriends
I imagine what you did

Shy with you—though I've been around the block
Shy with you—'cause you're the one I really want
Shy with you—sometimes a heart can hurt a lot
Shy with you—'cause you're the one I really want

SHY WITH YOU
John McCurry: Guitars
John Regan: Bass
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Featured vocal by Joe Lynn Turner
Backing vocals by Myriam Valle, Elaine Caswell, Diana Grasselli, Janice Payson, Melanie Williams, Joe Lynn Turner, Louis Merlino, Bonnie Tyler and Desmond Child

STREETS OF LITTLE ITALY

The narrow and the winding ways, the streets of old New York
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched San Gennaro's festival
Masqueraders in the dark

On the streets down in Little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present in every step I take alone
On the streets down in Little Italy

The oceans and the years that separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are and how weak they are

On the streets down in Little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present in every step I take alone
On the streets down in Little Italy

Does the morning sunlight still hit the bed where we used to lie?
Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow?
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night sometimes I see you disappear down cobblestones

On the streets down in Little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present in every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in Little Italy....

STREETS OF LITTLE ITALY
John McCurry: Guitars
John Regan: Bass
Bettie Sussman: Acoustic Piano
Chuck Kentin: Keyboards, Synthesizer
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Featured vocal by Desmond Child

TURTLE BLUES

This one's for you, Janis

I'm a mean, mean woman
I don't mean no one man no good
I'm a mean, mean woman
I don't mean no one man no good
I just treats 'em like I wants to
Never ever treats 'em, honey, like I should

Oh Lord I once had a daddy
He said he'd give me everything in sight
Oh, I once had a daddy

Said he'd give me everything in sight, oh yeah
So I said I, I want the sunshine
And take the stars out of the night

I ain't the kind of woman
Who'd make your life a bed of ease
I'm not the kind of woman
To make your life a bed of ease
Yeah, but if you just wanna go out drinkin' honey
Invite me along please
Oh yeah, I'd be so good for you, honey....

Oh, I guess I'm just like a turtle
Hidin' underneath his horny shell
Just like a turtle
Hidin' underneath his horny shell
But you know I'm very well protected
I know this dog-gone life too well

Oh, they call me mean, people call me evil
I'm not the kind of woman you can mess around
They call me mean, they call me evil
Not the kind of woman you can mess around
But I'm gonna take good care of Bonnie, yeah
There ain't not one gonna talk me down....

TURTLE BLUES
John McCurry: Lead Guitars, Bass
Seth Glassman: Rhythm Guitars
Gregg Mangiafico: Acoustic Piano
Chuck Kentin: Organ
Jerry Marotta: Drums
Horns: Louis Cortelezzi (tenor sax and solo), Lawrence Feldman (tenor sax), Ronnie Cubea (baritone sax), Keith O'Quinn (trombone) and Joe Shepley (trumpet)
Horns arranged and conducted by Ralph Schuckett

See also

Bonnie Tyler - Hide Your Heart

NOTES FROM AMERICA

HIDE YOUR HEART

DON'T TURN AROUND

SAVE UP ALL YOUR TEARS

TO LOVE SOMEBODY

TAKE ANOTHER LOOK AT YOUR HEART

THE BEST

SHY WITH YOU

STREETS OF LITTLE ITALY

TURTLE BLUES