In 1998, the band Santana was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with Carlos Santana, Josรฉ "Chepito" Areas, David Brown, Gregg Rolie, Mike Carabello, and Michael Shrieve The band has earned nine Grammy Awards and three Latin Grammy Awards, the latter all in 2000. Carlos Santana won a Grammy Award as a solo artist in 1988. The band has sold more than 100 million records worldwide, making them one of the world's best-selling groups of all time. In 2013, Santana announced a reunion of the classic line-up for a new album, Santana IV, which was released in April 2016. They are tied for having the most won Grammy Awards in one night.
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Santana Lyrics
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Get me a band-aid and let's go home (let's go home)
It's Saucy Santana
Celebrity, I'm- (celebrity, I-)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Let me tell y'all the story (uh-huh)
Riding through Miami, it was glory (had a ball)
The stripper hoes, they adore me
I'm doing shit the girls couldn't do before me (nope)
It always be that one lame nigga (sorry ass)
Who couldn't take so he had to pull the trigger (pull the trigger)
The labels calling, the deals getting bigger
I went back to my hood and had a cookout with my niggas (front seat)
Rolls Royce riding (riding)
I had a bunch of bad bitches, we was vibing (ahh)
My mama told me keep grinding
My man called, said, "Bae keep shining" (thank you, Daddy)
In the mansion with Tommie we was wilding
Mannie Fresh, shit bitch I'm big-timing
Nah hoe, this ain't no Love & HipHop
I ain't on the show sis, your storyline still flopped
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
No weapon formed shall prosper (thank you, Lord)
I was drunk as hell laid up at the doctor (whew)
I'm Ghost, where Proctor?
Facetime with Ma Dukes, sounding like a Opera
The police? They ain't give a fuck
I'm blessed baby boy, man that shit wasn't luck (ah-ha)
I got hit, I don't give a fuck
I'm still touring the world while I'm chucking my deuces up (who you?)
Tre pass the Patrรณn, turnt up and I'm ready to shone
Last call, it's on
I'm screaming "Periodt, bitch" like City Girl clone (JT)
Move over, I need my seat on the throne
I ain't got no level yet, making moves on my own
These pussy niggas can't handle it (nope)
I stay crunk, ain't no need for a mechanic, bitch (yeah)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Y'all hoes be talking crazy online (let's fight)
Staying with your mama, you can't speak on mine (gross)
You just a broke ass opinion
Poor bitch, you don't even got a dime (bitch, I'm rich)
While you stalking, I'ma shine
Baby girl I'm in the light, you the lime (sour ass hoes)
I get respect from real niggas (yup)
I get respect from real hitters (real trap shit)
I get respect from all the trappers
I sell dope, then became a rapper (9-1-1)
Perry Florida, what's happening?
Showing love to same bitches I was trapping with (850)
I don't need no army, Mr. Smart Ass (nope)
Give me a pen, I'm finna sign for a lot of cash
The other bitch, she a old dirty hoe
Hit up Verizon so your phone don't go off during your show
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (line it up)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, ha) I see y'all internet bitches
You can't motherfucking kill me
Bitch, I'm just getting motherfucking started
It's a long time 'fore I'm finna get out the motherfucking spot
Move the fuck over (it's Trax season, bruh)
I need my seat on the throne
Tre, let a bitch know
Santana's song Canโt You Hear Me Knocking is a rock and roll classic from their 1971 album Sticky Fingers. The lyrics describe an urgent desire to be heard and recognized by someone, with a distinctly bluesy and raw tone. The first stanza speaks to the dual nature of the person being addressed, with both satin shoes and plastic boots as well as cocaine and speed addiction. The second stanza directly addresses the person being spoken to, begging for them to acknowledge the singer's presence and needs. The third stanza takes on a more aggressive tone with the singer claiming that they will take down the person being addressed and expressing a sense of possession by growling and howling.
The chorus, "Can't you hear me knockin'?" is repeated throughout the song and acts as a plea for acknowledgement and response. The song's fast-paced instrumentals, impressive Santana guitar solos, and pounding rhythm section add to the urgency of the lyrics and create a sense of tension throughout the song. Santana's use of the blues scale and incorporation of Latin percussion also add to the unique sound of the song.
Overall, the song is a classic rock and roll anthem that speaks directly to a basic human desire to be seen and heard by others, even when it is uncomfortable or difficult to do so.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, you got satin shoes
You are living a luxurious life.
Yeah, you got plastic boots
You are pretending to be someone you are not.
Y'all got cocaine eyes
You are addicted to drugs.
Yeah, you got speed-freak jive
You are constantly on the move and high on drugs.
Can't you hear me knockin' on your window
I am trying to get your attention from outside your house.
Can't you hear me knockin' on your door
I am trying to get your attention from outside your house.
Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah
I am moving towards your location with an intention.
Can't you hear me knockin'
I am urgently trying to reach you.
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
I need your help as someone you know.
Can't you hear me knockin', are you safe asleep?
I am aware that you are sleeping, but I need you to listen to me.
Can't you hear me knockin', down the gas light street, now
I am closing in on you from the gas light street.
Can't you hear me knockin', throw me down the keys
I need you to give me access to something.
Alright now
I am giving the signal to proceed.
Hear me ringing big bell tolls
I am making noise to call attention to myself and my needs.
Hear me singing soft and low
I am trying to reach you through song.
I've been begging on my knees
I have been asking for your help in a very desperate way.
I've been kickin', help me please
I have been trying to get your attention through any means necessary.
Hear me prowlin'
I am moving carefully and quietly towards my objective.
I'm gonna take you down
I am going to confront you and get what I am after.
Hear me growlin'
I am showing my aggression and determination to get what I want.
Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now
I am moving quickly and with urgency.
Hear me howlin'
I am making a loud noise to attract attention to myself.
And all, all around your street now
I am making my presence known in your neighborhood.
Hear me knockin'
I am at your door and need you to let me in.
And all, all around your town
I am making my presence known throughout your entire town.
Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management
Written by: John Norris III, Rashad Spain
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Jim Cook
Winwood, one of the greatest voices in rock.
music2sooth
Nice keyboards too.
risumotus
I agree.
Jay Corby
Hell yeah!
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โ@kev123 yeah. Lennon too.
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Well said
Killing Fish
RIP Timmy - even 50 years after this song was released, the message is more important than ever.
Doris Peressin
@Remelach 57 Agree 120%!
ldolphin34
@Remelach 57 when a song is written this well, and you get the kind of spiritual and uplifting talent that's on the stage such as Carlos Santana and the timeless Steve Winwood, the results are predictably amazing, but even knowing it was going to be good, I didn't expect it to be this stunning.
Remelach 57
On my opinion, Sade's version is by far the best.
When I heard it, the first time in 1984, I thought it dated from that same year, so well was this song integrated into the Diamond Life album.
Timmy's drum machine spoils his Lowerey organ a bit.
But this song is really beautiful.
RIP Timmy!