Ellen Foley - Nightout

1 We Belong To the Night 5:18 Ellen Foley / Fred Goodman
2 What’s a Matter Baby 3:39 Clyde Otis / Joy Byers
3 Stupid Girl 4:06 Mick Jagger / Keith Richards
4 Night Out 5:16 Philip Rambow
5 Thunder and Rain 3:02 Graham Parker
6 Sad Song 3:30 Mark Middler / Peter Mason
7 Young Lust 5:27 Philip Rambow
8 Hideaway 3:42 Fred Goodman
9 Don’t Let Go 3:56 Ian Hunter

Produced by Ian Hunter and Mick Ronson
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Arranged by Mick Ronson and Ian Hunter
Strings arranged by Mick Ronson

Ellen Foley: Lead Vocals
Mick Ronson: Lead Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion, Harmony Vocals
Ian Hunter: Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion
Kerryn Tolhurst: Silde Guitar
Martin Briley: Bass
Tom Mandel: Keyboards
Hilly Michaels: Drums
Rory Dodd: Harmony Vocals

Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 Epic / Cleveland Int. EPC 83718 LP 1978 NL
2 Wounded Bird Records / Sony BMG / Cleveland Int. WOU 6052 CD 2005 USA

We Belong To the Night

The burning sun hangs over the city
You and me baby, we don’t feel nothing at all
From nine to five we’re lost, this life has no pity
But when the sun goes down
We know that we can stand tall

I just can’t wait for the night to come
‘Cause when the shadows cover the light
We’re the only ones

‘Cause baby we, we belong to the night
Yes, baby we, we belong to the night
By day we just survive but after dark, we come alive
‘Cause baby we, we belong to the night

Dancin’ on the street in the heat of the neon
The quiet in the cool night air makes it easy to breathe
The music that we hear in our hearts gives us something to dream on
‘Cause when that lonely sunrise comes
It’s those dreams that we’ll need

To keep us strong, to take us far
Far away from the pain of the days
‘Cause like the moon and the stars

Oh baby, we, we belong to the night
Yes, baby we, we belong to the night
By day we just survive but after dark, we come alive
‘Cause baby we, we belong to the night....

Aaah, we belong to the night
Yes—yes, baby we, we belong to the night
By day we just survive but after dark, we come alive
‘Cause baby we, we belong to the night
We belong to the night
We belong to the night
(we belong to the night)
(we belong to the night)
(we belong to the night)
(we belong to the night) ....

What’s a Matter Baby

I know the reason you’ve been cryin’
And I heard she won’t be needin’ you
How does it feel, bein’ the one left behind
(what’s a matter baby)
What’s a matter baby, is she hurtin’ you?

And I heard you found out she’s been cheatin’
Oh yeah and I heard she even thought that she was untrue
Well how does it feel being on the outside lookin’ in
(what’s a matter baby)
What’s a matter baby, is she hurtin’ you?

What’s a matter baby, is she hurtin’ you?
What’s a matter baby, is she hurtin’ you?

Remember, remember when I needed you so bad
Remember, what you had to say
You told me, “Little girl, find another shoulder to cry on”
You left, you left then and you walked away

I know, I know that you’ve been askin’ about me
(what’s a matter baby)
Well, I’m sorry baby, but I’ve got somebody new
Whoa, whoa, whoa, my hurt, my hurt, my hurt is just about over
Well, let me tell you somethin’ baby, it’s just startin’ for you

What’s a matter baby, is she hurtin’ you?
What’s a matter baby baby baby, that girl, has she been hurtin’ you?

What’s a matter baby?

(what’s the matter, what’s the matter baby)
(what’s the matter, what’s the matter baby) (etc.)

What’s a matter, huh?
Come on boy, you can tell me
Remember I’m a very good friend of yours
Yes, and I know a little bit about pain
Does it hurt?
Uh, does it hurt?
Does it hurt, uh?
What’s a matter baby? ...

First released by Timi Yuro, 1963

Stupid Girl

I’m not talking about the kind of clothes she wears
Look at that stupid girl
I’m not talking about the way she combs her hair
Look at that stupid girl

The way she powders her nose
You see, that vanity shows and it shows
She’s the worst thing in this whole round world
Well, look at that stupid girl

And I ain’t talking about the way she digs for gold
Look at that stupid girl
‘Cause, I’m talking about the way she grabs and holds
Look at that stupid girl

The way she talks about somebody else
That she don’t even know herself
She’s the sickest thing in this whole round world
Well, look at that stupid girl....

Well, I’m sick and tired
I really got my doubts
Well, I’ve tried and tried
But it never really works out

Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches ‘bout things that she’s never seen
Look at that stupid girl

It doesn’t matter if she dyes her hair
Or the color of the shoes she wears
She’s the sickest thing in this whole round world
Well, look at that stupid girl....

Well, I’m sick and tired
And I, I really got my doubts
Well, I’ve tried and tried
But it never, never, never really works out

Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches ‘bout things that she’s never seen
Look at that stupid girl

She purrs like a pussycat
Then she turns ‘round and hisses back
She’s the sickest thing in this whole round world
Look at that stupid girl
O won’t you look at stupid girl?
C’mon and look at that, look at that, look at that
Look at that stupid girl
Won’t you look at that stupid girl....

First released by Rolling Stones, Aftermath, 1966

Night Out

(aah, aah, aah, aah)

It’s a saturday night out on the Lower East Side
The kids in from Queens have now taken that ride–starlight in their eyes
Well, they’re chique on the streets and they’re strutting with pride
They’re light on their feet as they hustle inside–they’re all giggles and sighs

The club’s hot and sweaty and half of them stand
But nobody cares–it’s their favorite band
They’re the lost battalion from the last rebellion
Lighting the fires for the new resurrection at hand

They’re on to that rock and roll sound

But you’re a loner and down with the crowd
And everybody knows that it’s, it’s kinda hard to get by
When you’re so nervous and shy

You’re just a loner and down with the crowd
Looking for a lover who could take you down with his heart
On your night out

(on your, on your night out, night out–
night out–
night out–
on your night out
)

And there’s hand-printed posters up all over the place
And it’s hardly that old piano and standup bass–hey yeah, all day’s gone by
‘Cause the lights and the amps and heat starts to hum
And the band’s up there singing something about kingdome come–kingdom come

With their guitars up high

And the room gets so sultry, it’s starting to sway
That soul steady streak, quiet man, they can play, they can play

And the night seems to answer by opening wide
And everybody’s dancing, yeah
Everybody’s dancing side by side
And nobody’s trying to hide

But you, you’re a loner and down with the crowd
And, everybody knows that it’s, it’s kinda hard to get by
When you’re so nervous and shy

You’re just a loner and down with the crowd
Looking for a lover who could take you down with his heart
On your big night out

(on your, on your night out–
night out–
night out–
on your night out
)

(aah, aah, aah, aah) …

First released by Philip Rambow, Max’s Kansas City Volume II, 1977

Thunder and Rain

Cold night air everywhere
Holes in my feet and bats in my hair
TV meals scattered ‘round
Glazed up eyes rolling through town

And when night black me out
In a flash I found out
Lovers get caught just the same in the thunder and rain
In the thunder and rain

All I heard empty words
But empty words don’t count
Devil’s home spikes and bones
Ain’t worse than loneliness and doubt

Through the long corridor
Pull me on to your door
But I got caught just the same in the thunder and rain....

I thought your love would pull me through
So I left my coat at home with you
But when the door shut tight
I knew I would get caught just the same in the thunder and rain

Lightning cracked, I fell back
Hail dropped like bullets through the air
Pull me in by my skin
Give me the strength to go out there

When night black me out
In a flash I found out
Lovers get caught just the same in the thunder and rain
Oh yes they do
Lovers get caught just the same in the thunder and rain
Oh yes they do
I said that lovers get caught just the same in the thunder and rain....

First released by Graham Parker, Stick to Me, 1977

Sad Song

It’s a sad song when love goes wrong
Leaves you feelin’ like you never felt before
Don’t it hurt you? Introvert you?
Leave you bleedin’, oh, so lost and insecure

Broken hearted melody
Oh, what have you done to me?
I’m feel bad, down and low
Can’t say where I end up now

What a sad song when love goes wrong
Leaves you feelin’ like you never felt before
And it shakes you, oh no, break you
Send you reelin’, ’til you’re rollin’ on the floor

Broken hearted melody
Oh, what have you done to me?
I’m feel bad, down and low
Can’t say where I end up now

(oh won’t you stay?) …

(sha la la, sha la la)
(sha la la, sha la la)
(sha la la, sha la la)

Broken hearted melody
Oh, what have you done to me?
I’m feel bad, down and low
Can’t say where I’ll end up now

What a sad song when love goes wrong
Leaves you feelin’ like you never felt before
Don’t it shake you, oh no, break you
Send you reelin’, ’til you’re rollin’ on the floor....
[ fade ]

Young Lust

Hello?
Hello?
Oh, oh ah
I don’t know what to say

People I once knew
They don’t get in touch no more
They don’t phone or write
They don’t come around my door

I been a fool in life and love they say
I wouldn’t have it any, any other way
But ah, whatever happened to this Young Lust?
Baby, Young Lust
Won’t you tell me please, Young Lust
Baby, Young Lust
Teenage love
Young Lust

And all the crumy pay
For all the lousy jobs I do
I’m slavin’ every day
I’m just tryin’ to make it through

I work my fingers, baby, I work them to the bone
Come home at night, fool myself into thinkin I am not alone
But oh, whatever happened to this Young Lust
Baby, Young Lust
Oh, won’t you tell me please, Young Lust
Oh baby, Young Lust
Teenage love
Young Lust
Young Lust

Help me
Just help me

You look so smashin’ baby, in the light
I see you every day, every day, and every night
And I just gotta, I just gotta have your Young Lust
Oh baby, Young Lust
Oh, won’t you give it to me please, Young Lust
Baby, Young Lust
Teenage, teenage, teenage, teenage
It’s lost
It’s gone, I can’t forget
Young Lust
Oh baby, Young Lust
Oh baby
Oh baby, I love you baby
Sweet baby, sweet baby
Oh baby, be my baby, be my baby
You’re just a baby
Oh baby, I love you baby
I love you baby
I love you baby....

Also recorded by Philip Rambow, Shooting Gallery, 1979

Hideaway

Baby don’t you weep
Baby don’t you cry
We’re gonna find a place where we can run and hide
Oh, there’s no time for sleep
No we don’t have much to spend
No don’t you be afraid, ‘cause the night will be our friend

We’re gonna hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gonna hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gonna run, run, run (run run hideaway)
’Til they can’t find us (run run hideaway)

We’re gonna hideaway (run run hideaway)
Yeah yeah, hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gonna run, run, run (run run hideaway)
Leave the world behind us (run run hideaway)

Now don’t you think about the future
And I won’t think about your wife
It’s only just the two of us until the morning light
So come on and pick me [up] ‘round about midnight
Along Low Chelsea Row
This morning you and me will be the only who know

We’re gonna hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gotta hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gonna run, run, run (run run hideaway)
So they can’t find us (run run hideaway)

We’re gonna hideaway (run run hideaway)
Yeah yeah, hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gonna run, run, run (run run hideaway)
Leave the world behind us (run run hideaway)

Baby don’t you weep
Oh baby, don’t you cry
We’re gonna find a place where we can run and hide
So meet me ‘round about midnight
Along Low Chelsea Row
The morning, you and me will be the only ones who know

We’re gonna hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gotta hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gonna run, run, run (run run hideaway)
So they can’t find us (run run hideaway)

We’re gotta hideaway (run run hideaway)
Yeah yeah, hideaway (run run hideaway)
We’re gotta run, run, run (run run hideaway)
(run run hideaway) (etc.)

Don’t Let Go

When you’re school shy
And the world it ain’t easy to find
And it’s breakin’ your heart
‘Cause they’ll say you was no good from the start

Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Don’t let go

When you’re headin’ nowhere
And those friends who you relied upon don’t care
And your room is a cage
Ain’t nobody to help you ease your rage

But don’t let go
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Don’t let go

Oh I know it’s easy to advise
But I hear someone callin’
And I feel somethin’ fallin’
Through the money in your eyes

When all faith has gone
And you ain’t got the guts to carry on
Like a child bathed in me
Hide away from the lovin that you seek

But don’t let go
Don’t let go
Don’t let go
Don’t let go....