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Records is a compilation album by American rock band Foreigner, released in 1982 to span the band's first four albums through 1981. Along with their sophomore effort, Double Vision, this album is the group's best-selling record. It has been certified 7 x platinum by the RIAA. Some notable hits, such as "Blue Morning, Blue Day" are omitted.
All songs by Lou Gramm and Mick Jones, except where noted.
With the exceptions of "Head Games" and the live version of "Hot Blooded," all tracks on this album are the 45 RPM single versions (edited and/or mixed differently from their respective album counterparts).
When this album is bought on iTunes, the track "Hot Blooded" is the studio version of the song, not live.
679 Artists (formally known as Sixsevenine and 679 Recordings) was a Warner Music Group-owned record label based in London, England.
It was started by Nick Worthington who after leaving XL Recordings in 2001, started the company with Warner Music Group, and holds the position of MD and A&R Director. It is named "679" as this was the address of the Pure Groove record shop on Holloway Road.
The label's first release was The Streets' debut, Original Pirate Material (which was named The Observer's best album of the 2000s).
The label progressed with subsequent albums from artists including Death From Above 1979, The Futureheads, Kano, King Creosote and Mystery Jets, and also included the million-selling second Streets album, A Grand Don't Come for Free.
In 2011, it released Plan B's The Defamation of Strickland Banks which has sold over 1 million copies.
The founder of 679 has recently formed a new record label called 37 Adventures.
Oh - my regrets
How they pale and die
Like crippled white creatures
Left behind the chariot
Dissolving where they fell
Did you ever see such power
Black horses running, foaming
Blasting along the path
Away from the questions
That should never have been asked
Did you ever see such force
Their master;
Flaring eyes
Maddened quest
Yet, mind at ease
Oh, my regrets
How pathetic a quest
They are aiming at a target
That is long ago washed away
By the change of day
Did you ever see such pride
In the raised shoulders of one
He throws a short glance
- at his past -
But look; he holds his horses back
Just in time to throw his
Carriage on to another path
He races towards the mountains
Where the paths are narrow and steep
The creatures try to follow
But the road has narrowed in
Then with deadly precession
His whip scorch
their greedy, grasping hands
And forever they fall
Oh, my regrets
Their memory will vanish with me
Like crippled white creatures
Left behind the chariot