You Call Me Nazareth
"You Call Me" by Nazareth, released in 1975, is a #Rock ballad that explores themes of longing, love, and the emotional struggles of relationships. The lyrics convey a sense of yearning and vulnerability, as the narrator reflects on the complexities of being called upon by someone special yet feeling the weight of expectations. Musically, the song features powerful guitar riffs and soulful vocals, characteristic of Nazareth's style. Its emotive delivery and relatable themes have resonated with audiences, solidifying its place in classic rock history.
You call me wasted
You call me a sad sack of bones
You call me anytime you want to
Even call me to tell me to thank you for calling
You call me reckless
You call me the emperor of moan
You call me anything you want to
And then you beg me not to leave you alone
Call me up when you see me right
Call me up when you see the light
Call me up, let me hear your cries
Call me back when you finally realise
We can't turn the clock back
But we can wind it up again
You call me impossible
You call me an acquaintance not your mate
Sometimes you really get mad and then you call me your favourite thing to hate
Wake me up in the middle of the night just to tell me you'll be late
You can't see what you're trying to hide
You can't lick your wounds 'cos they're deep inside
Can't talk sweet talk when you can't think straight
Hold that thought while you hesitate
Until it's dark enough for you to see the stars
You call me a sad sack of bones
You call me anytime you want to
Even call me to tell me to thank you for calling
You call me reckless
You call me the emperor of moan
You call me anything you want to
And then you beg me not to leave you alone
Call me up when you see me right
Call me up when you see the light
Call me up, let me hear your cries
Call me back when you finally realise
We can't turn the clock back
But we can wind it up again
You call me impossible
You call me an acquaintance not your mate
Sometimes you really get mad and then you call me your favourite thing to hate
Wake me up in the middle of the night just to tell me you'll be late
You can't see what you're trying to hide
You can't lick your wounds 'cos they're deep inside
Can't talk sweet talk when you can't think straight
Hold that thought while you hesitate
Until it's dark enough for you to see the stars
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