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Last Update: 01.11.2001
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The
Chicago Transit Authority 1969
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Introduction
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| 2:
Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?
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| 3:
Beginnings
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| 4:
Questions 67 & 68
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| 5:
Listen
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| 6:
Poem 58
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| 7:
Free Form Guitar - Instrumental
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| 8:
South California Purples
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| 9:
I'm A Man
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| 10:
Prologue, August 29, 1968 **
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| 11:
Someday
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| 12:
Liberation - Instrumental
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The
selections are BMI.
Engineering: Fred Catero
All brass arrangements by James Pankow with some help from the rest of
the boys.
- Daniel
Seraphine, drums
- James
Pankow, trombone
- Peter
Cetera, bass and lead vocals
- Walter
Parazaider, woodwinds and background vocals
- Lee
Loughnane, trumpet and background vocals
- Terry
Kath, guitars and lead vocals
- Robert
Lamm, keyboards and lead vocals
Poseidon
Productions
A Division of James William Guercio Enterprises Incorporated
PRODUCERS NOTE:
* FREE FORM GUITAR was performed on a Fender Stratocaster guitar through
a Showman amplifier equipped with a twin 15 bottom utilizing a Bogan P.
A. amplifier as a pre-amp. No electronic gimmicks or effects were used
in the recording of this selection, the intent being to capture as faithfully
as possible the actual sound of the performance as it occurred.
** PROLOGUE, AUGUST, 29 1968 - Actual recording, Democratic Convention
(Chicago, August 29, 1968). Black militants exhorting demonstrators: "God
Give Us the Blood to Keep Going"; March begins; Police attempt to disperse
marchers; Chant: "The Whole World's Watching."
*** LIBERATION - This track was recorded entirely live. The performance
embodied in this recording is complete and uncut.
The name of this endeavor is simply "The Chicago Transit Authority." For
the last thirteen months these seven individuals have performed in Chicago,
Los Angeles and San Francisco as the C.T.A. So, if for nothing else than
practical logic, they have chosen to title this work appropriately after
their professional identity. The purpose of this commentary, however,
is an attempt at documenting the complete rejection of any name label,
title or verbal reference relative to the performance contained herein.
Corporately as well as individually, this artist endeavors to be judged
in terms of contribution alone rather than through the tag affixed upon
it. The printed word can never aspire to document a truly musical experience,
so if you must call them something, speak of the city where all save one
were born; where all of them were schooled and bred, and where all of
this incredible music went down barely noticed; call them CHICAGO.
-James William Guercio
Cover art: Nick Fasciano
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Introduction
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Terry Kath
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Hey there everybody Please don't romp or roam We're a little nervous 'Cause we're so far from home
So this is what we do Sit back and let us groove And let us work on you
We've all spent years preparing before this band was born With heaven's help it blended And we do thank the lord.
Now we put you through the changes And turned around the mood We hope it's struck you different
And hope you feel moved So forget about your troubles As we search for something new And we play for you
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Does
Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?
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Robert Lamm
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As I was walking
down the street one day A man came up to me and asked
me what the time was that was on my watch, yeah
And I
said Does anybody really know what
time it is I don't
Does anybody
really care care If so I can't imagine why about time We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And I
was walking down the street one day A pretty lady looked at me and
said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead
And I
said Does anybody really know what
time it is I don't
Does anybody really care care If so I can't imagine why about time We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And I
was walking down the street one day Being pushed and shoved by people
trying to beat the clock, oh, so I just don't know, I just don't know
And I said,
yes I said
Background
Vocal: People runnin' everywhere Don't know the way to go Don't know where I am Can't see past the next step Don't have to think past the last
mile Have no time to look around Just run around, run around and
think why
Does anybody
really know what time it is I don't
Does anybody
really care care If so I can't imagine why about time We've all got time enough to die
Oh no, no
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Beginnings
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Robert Lamm
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When I'm with
you, it doesn't matter where we are, Or what we're doing. I'm with
you, that's all that matters.
Time passes
much too quickly when we're together laughing. I wish I could sing it to you,
oh no, I wish I could sing it to you.
Mostly I'm silent. Never think about words to say.
When I
kiss you, I feel a thousand different feelings. The color of chills all over my
body. And when I feel them, I quickly
try to decide which one I should try to put into words,
oh no, Try to put into words. Mostly I'm silent.
Only the
beginning of what I want to feel forever. Only the beginning. Only just
the start. I've got to get you into my life.
Got to get you next to me. Only the beginning. Only just
the start.
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Questions
67 & 68
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Robert Lamm
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Can this feeling
that we have together Oooh, Suddenly
exist between
Did this meeting
of our minds together Oooh, Happen just
today, somewhere
I'd like to
know, Can you tell me
-- please don't tell me It really doesn't
matter anyhow It's just that
the thought of us so happy Appears in my
mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing
Was your image
in my mind so deeply Oooh, other places
fade away
Blocking memories
of unhappy hours Oooh, Leavin'
just a burnin' love
I'd like to know,
Can you tell me
-- please don't tell me It really doesn't
matter anyhow It's just that
the thought of us so happy Appears in my
mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing Yes it does now
baby
Can this lovin'
we have found within us Oooh, Suddenly
exist between
Did we somehow
try to make it happen Oooh, Was it just
a natural thing
I'd like to
know, Can you tell me
-- please don't tell me It really doesn't
matter anyhow It's just that
the thought of us so happy Appears in my
mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing Yes it does now
baby
Questions 67
and 68.
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Listen
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Robert Lamm
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Listen, If you think that we're here for
the money You couldn't be right, you know(owowow)
But the bread is not too good
here It could be so natural I said all you got to do is listen
Listen, If you don't hear what you can
tell us If it's good you can tell us all
Or you can smile, that's alright
my friend It could be so nice, you know
If only you would listen
Listen, If you don't understand it, no
no no no You got to try to fly And don't you put me down, please
For creating beyond your mind
I said all you got to do is listen
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Poem
58
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Robert Lamm
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The way you talk The things you've done Make me wish I Was the only one Who Could ever have made you laugh
now
Could have made you Made you want want to cry To have been there the day You first whispered "I love you"
Yes I love you
When you discover All those new things And when you first First met the world When you felt beautiful And you said hello (owowow) To everything you saw If I could have been all So I could have known you all
those times I love you Yes, I love you Yes I do
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South
California Purples
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Robert Lamm
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Cloudy every
morning Sun don't never
shine Cloudy every morning
Sun don't ever
shine Since I lost my
baby I been losing
my mind
I thought this
was a warm place I must be in the
wrong place Thought this was
a warm place I must be in the
wrong place And I don't know
where I'm going Since my lover
left me Never no smile
on my face
I am he is you
are he is you are me and we are all together, woah woah
Buddy, this
ain't LA I've travelled
such a long way Buddy, this ain't
LA I've travelled
such a long way And I still don't
know where I'm going But without my
baby I better not stay
I better not stay,
no ow woah no
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I'm
A Man
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S. Winwood/J. Miller
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Well my pad is
very messy, got whiskers on my chin Never
had no problems 'cause I've always paid the rent
I got no time
for lovin' Cause my time is all used up I stand outside creatin' All the groovy kinds of love
I'm a man, yes
I am and I can't help but love you so Oh baby I'm a man, yes I am and I can't
help but love you so Yes I am
If I had my
choice of matter I'd would rather be with cats
All engrossed in mental chatter,
Showing where your mind is at
While relating
to each other How strong the love can be By resisting all the good times
with each groovy chick we see
I'm a man yes
I am and I can't help but love you so Oooh, I'm a man, yes I am I'm a man yes I am and I can't
help but love you so
I love to hear
you talk I've got to keep my image While I'm standing on the floor
If I drop upon my knees It's just to keep them on my nose
You think that
I'm not human And my heart is made of stone
But I've never had no problems
And my body's pretty strong
I'm a man yes
I am and I can't help but love you so Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes I know I'm a man yes I am and I can't
help but love you so Oooh Man yes I am and I can't help
but love you so
Good god I love
you so, love you so If I had my choice of matter I would rather be with cats All engrossed in mental chatter
Knowin' where
your mind is at While relating to each other How good a love can be By resisting all the good times
with each groovy chick we see
I'm a man yes
I am and I can't help but love you so Yes I am I'm a man yes I am and I can't
help but love you so Yeah, yeah yeah. I'm a Man
yes I am and I can't help but love you so I'm a man, ooh yes I am
I gotta keep
my image While I'm standin on the floor
If I drop upon my knees You think that I'm not human And my heart is made of stone
But I never had no problems And my body's pretty strong
I'm a Man, yes
I am, and I can't help but love you so Owww.. I'm A Man,
yes I am, and I can't help but love you so Man, yes I am, and I can't help
but love you so Man, yes I am, and I can't help
but love you so
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Someday
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Robert Lamm
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Would you
look around you now And tell me what you see Faces full of hate and fear Faces full of me
Do you feel
the rumblings As your head comes crumbling down
Do you know what I mean Run, you better, run you know
The End is getting near Feel the wind of something hard
Come whistling past your ear
As they try
to get you Where it will upset you Down Now you know what I mean
Someday you
will see how long We've waited for the time To show you how we've died To get together with you all
Twist and turn
your head around 'Till everything's unclear Twist and turn your arm around
Until it is not there
And they'd love
to burn you Or at least to turn you around
Now you know what I mean
Can you look
around you now And tell us what's to be Can you look inside yourself And tell us what you see
As you feel
the rumblings As your head comes crumbling down
And you know what I mean
Someday you
will see how long We've been waiting for the time
To show you how we've died To get together with you all
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