Music Head Wrote:the Chicago/Spencer Davis Group song is not the the same song

Music Head Wrote:#377 - Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus - 1989

running recap for me - 3's=67, 2's=47, 1's=10
this one - **
from the album: Violator
Written by Martin Gore
Produced by Depeche Mode, Flood
Chart action: #28 US, #13 UK

the players:
Martin Gore – guitar, backing vocals
Alan Wilder – keyboards, backing vocals
Dave Gahan – lead vocals

Just ok for me, and I liked JC's version even less. Inspired by Priscilla Presley's book about
Elvis. Breakthrough song for the band here but the UK was already on board. Controversy in the
promotion when ads appeared in the UK with nothing but the song title and a phone number where
the song could be heard. Sounds pretty radical. Marilyn Manson also covered this. That's even
more radical.

[video=youtube;HNcPjPgbR5M]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNcPjPgbR5M[/video]

Lyrics

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus

Reach out and touch faith

Music Head Wrote:#376 - Cream - White Room - 1968

running recap for me - 3's=68, 2's=47, 1's=10
this one - ***
from the album: Wheels Of Fire
Written by Pete Brown, Jack Bruce
Produced by Felix Pappalardi
Chart action: #6 US, #26 UK, #19 Australia, #2 Canada

the players:
Jack Bruce - vocal, bass
Eric Clapton - guitar
Ginger Baker - drums, timpani
Felix Pappalardi - viola

Always the best Clapton for me was the Cream days. This song was among those that made it so.
Written from a drug experience by Pete Brown that encouraged him to give them up. Sounds like a
pretty good trip to me. Never heard of Pete Brown, but he's never heard of me either. Recorded
for Disraeli Gears and tossed by the label, making the follow up double album Wheels Of Fire.

[video=youtube;pkae0-TgrRU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkae0-TgrRU[/video]

Lyrics

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.