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Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes,
Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Black Watch trews, Your out-of-tune piano, sentimental photographs, A million little memories, a million little laughs. The wing of the airplane has just caught on fire, I say without reservation we ain't getting no higher. All you wanted from me, all I had to give, Nothing matters you'll see, when in paradise you live, The plane is diving faster, we're getting near the ground, Nobody is screaming, no one makes a sound. It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl, It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl, It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl, It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl. |
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| 5:38 |
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We'll be fighting in the streets
with our children at our feet. And the moral that they worship will be gone and the man who spurred us on sit in judgement of all wrong they decide and the shotgun sings the song. I'll tip my hat to the new constitution take a bow for the new revolution. Smile and grin at the change all around take up my guitar and play just like yesterday and I'll get on my knees and pray. We don't get fooled again oh no I'll move myself and my fam'ly aside if we happen to be left half alive. I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky thought I know that the hypnotized never lie. There's nothing in the streets looks any different to me. and the slogans are defaced by the by. And the parting of the left is no a parting of the right. And the beards have always grown longer over night. I'll tip my hat... Won't get fooled again. Won't get fooled again. |
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| 3. |
| 5:11 |
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Got a feeling inside (Can't explain)
It's a certain kind (Can't explain) I feel hot and cold (Can't explain) Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (Can't explain) I said ... (Can't explain) I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (Can't explain) Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue The things you've said, well, maybe they're true I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again I know what it means, but Can't explain I think it's love Try to say it to you When I feel blue But I can't explain (Can't explain) Yeah, hear what I'm saying, girl (Can't explain) Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad The things you've said have got me real mad I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again I know what it means but Can't explain I think it's love Try to say it to you When I feel blue But I can't explain (Can't explain) Forgive me one more time, now (Can't explain) I said I can't explain, yeah You drive me our ot my mind Yeah, I'm the worrying kind, babe I said I can't explain |
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| 4. |
| 9:05 |
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The foreman over there hates the gang,
The poor people on the farms get it so rough, Truck drivers drive like the devil, The policemen they're acting so tough. They need water, Good water, They need water, And I'm sure there isn't one of us here Who'd say no to somebody's daughter. No, no, no, no, no. The foreman over there hates the gang, The poor people on the farms get it so rough, Truck drivers drive like the devil, The policemen they're acting so tough. They need water, Good water, They need water, And maybe somebody's daughter. Indian Lake is burning, The New York skyline is hazy, The River Thames is turning dry, The whole world is blazing. We need water, Wow yeah good water, Ooh we need water, And maybe somebody's daughter. Ah gimme gimme good water, Ah gimme gimme gimme good water, Ah gimme good water, Please don't refuse me, mister, I seen your daughter at the oasis And I'm beginning to blister. My Chevrolet just made steam, Your crop is laying foul, My grass skirt's lost its green, I'm alive but I don't know how. I need water, good good water, They need water, Gimme gimme gimme good water, Wow, gimme gimme gimme good water, Gimme gimme gimme good water, Come on gimme gimme gimme... [Faintly] Champagne! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PETER TOWNSHEND <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 5. |
| 5:08 |
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Captain Walker
Didn't come home His unborn child, Will never know him Believe him missing With a number of men Don't expect To see him again. |
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| 2:28 |
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I've got a feeling twenty one Is going to be a good year. Especially if you and me See it in together. So you think 21 is going to be a good year. It could be for me and her, But you and her-no never! I had no reason to be over optimistic, But somehow when you smiled I could brave bad weatherWhat about the boy? What about the boy? What about the boy? He saw it all! You didn't hear it You didn't see it. You won't say nothing to no one ever in your life. You never heard it Oh how absurd it All seems without any proof. You didn't hear it You didn't see it You never heard it not a word of it. You won't say nothing to no one Never tell a soul What you know is the Truth. |
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| 8. |
| 3:19 |
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Deaf Dumb and blind boy
He's in a quiet vibration land Strange as it seems his musical dreams Ain't quite so bad. Ten years old With thoughts as bold as thought can be Loving life and becoming wise In simplicity. Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go. Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know. A vague haze of delerium creeps up on me. All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see. He's dressed in a silver sparked Glittering gown And His golden beard flows Nearly down to the ground. Nothing to say and nothing to hear And nothing to see. Each sensation makes a note in my symphony. Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go. Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know. His eyes are the eyes that Transmit all they know. Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show That he is your leader And he is your guide On the amazing journey together you'll ride. |
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| 5:10 |
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| 10. |
| 1:58 |
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You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine, You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine, Every time she starts to lovin' She brings eyesight to the blind. You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks. You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks. Everytime we start shakin' The dumb begin to talk. She's got the power to heal you never fear She's got the power to heal you never fear Just a word from her lips And the deaf begin to hear. |
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| 3:25 |
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Did you ever see the faces of children They get so excited. Waking up on christmas morning Hours before the winter 1's ignited. They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heavens generosity. Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free In curiosity. And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? From the eternal grave. Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently, And unaware of everything. Playing poxy pin ball picks his nose and smiles and Pokes his tongue at everything. I believe in love but how can men who've never seen Light be enlightened. Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten. And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? >From the eternal grave. Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? How can he be saved? [Tommy:] See me, feel me Touch me, heal me. See me, feel me Touch me, heal me! Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? How can he be saved? |
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If your child ain't all he should be now
This girl will put him right. I'll show him what he could be now Just give me one night. I'm the Gypsy - the acid Queen. Pay before we start. I'm the Gypsy - I'm guranteed. to tear your soul apart. Give us a room and close the door Leave us for a while. Your boy won't be a boy no more Young, but not a child. I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen. Pay before we start. I'm the Gypsy the acid queen. I'll tear your soul apart. Gather your wits and hold on fast, Your mind must learn to roam. Just as the Gypsy Queen must do You're gonna hit the road. My work is done now look at him He's never been more alive. His head it shakes his fingers clutch. Watch his body writhe I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen. Pay before we start. I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed. to tear your soul apart. |
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| 0:23 |
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Do you think it's alright, To leave the boy with Uncle Ernie? Do you think it's alright; He's had a few too many tonight! D'you think it's alright? Father: I think it's alright, yes I think it's alright. |
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| 1:16 |
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I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie I'm glad you won't see or hear me As I fiddle about Fiddle about Fiddle about ! Your mother left me here to mind you Now I'm doing what I want to Fiddling about Fiddling about Fiddle about! Down with the bedclothes Up with the nightshirt! Fiddle about Fiddle about Fiddle about ! You won't shout as I fiddle about Fiddle about Fiddle about Fiddle about ! Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle. |
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| 0:59 |
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Tommy can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you? [Mother:] Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you. |
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There's a doctor I've found
Could bring us all joy! There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy! There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy! There's a man I've found could remove his sorrow, He lives in this town let's see him tomorrow, He lives in this town let's see him tomorrow! |
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| 3:32 |
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He seems to be completely unreceptive.
The tests I gave him show no sense at all. His eyes react to light the dials detect it. He hears but cannot answer to your call. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. There is no chance no untried operation. All hope lies with him and none with me. Imagine though the shock from isolation. When he suddenly can hear and speak and see. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. His eyes can see His ears can hear his lips speak All the time the needles flick and rock. No machine can give the kind of stimulation, Needed to remove his inner block. Go to the mirror boy! Go to the mirror boy! I often wonder what he's feeling. Has he ever heard a word I've said? Look at him now in the mirror dreaming What is happening in his head? Listening to you I get the music. Gazing at you I get the heat Following you I climb the mountain I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you I see the millions On you I see the glory. From you I get the opinions From you I get the story. What is happening in his head Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PETER TOWNSHEND <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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You don't answer my call With even a nod or a twitch But you gaze at your own reflection! You don't seem to see me But I think you can see yourself. How can the mirror affect you? Can you hear me Or do I surmise? That you fear me can you feel my temper RISE. Do you hear or fear or Do I smash the mirror. Do you hear of fear or Do I smash the mirror? SMASH! |
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Extra! Extra! Read all about it. Pin Ball Wizard in a miracle cure! Extra Extra read all about it EXTRA! |
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I'M FREE- I'm free, And freedom tastes of reality, I'm free-I'm free, AN' I'm waiting for you to follow me. If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high, You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple' But you've been told many times before Messiahs pointed to the door And no one had the guts to leave the temple! I'm free-I'm free And freedom tastes of reality I'm free-I'm free And I'm waiting for you to follow me. [Chorus:] How can we follow? How can we follow? |
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Good morning Campers! I'm your Uncle Ernie and I'll welcome you to Tommy's Holiday Camp The camp with the difference Nevermind the weather When you come to Tommy's The holiday's forever |
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| 9:37 |
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Tommy: Welcome to the Camp,
I guess you all know why we're here. My name is Tommy and I became aware this year If you want to follow me, you've got to play pinball. And put in your earplugs put on your eyeshades you know where to put the cork Hey you getting drunk, so sorry! I've got you sussed. Hey you smoking Mother Nature! This is a bust! Hey hung up old Mr. Normal, Don't try to gain my trust! 'Cause you ain't gonna follow me any of those ways Although you think you must Guests: We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it Never did and never will We're not gonna take it Gonna break it, gonna shake it, let's forget it better still Tommy: Now you can't hear me, your ears are truly sealed. You can't speak either, your mouth is filled. You can't see nothing, and pinball completes the scene. Here comes Uncle Ernie to guide you to Your very own machine. Guests: We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it Never did and never will Don't want no religion And as far as we can tell We ain't gonna take you Never did and never will We're not gonna take you We forsake you Gonna rape you Let's forget you better still. Tommy: See me. Feel me. Touch me. Heal me. Listening to you, I get the music. Gazing at you, I get the heat. Following you, I climb the mountains. I get exc |
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Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler 'Bout workin' all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well, I went to the bossman Tried to get a break But the boss said 'No dice, son, You gotta work late' Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do 'Cos there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues Well, my Mom and Poppa told me Son, you gotta earn some money If you want to use the care To go riding next Sunday Well, I wouldn't go to work I told the boss I was sick He said 'You can't use the car 'Cos you didn't work a lick' Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do 'Cos there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues Gonna take two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problem To the United Nations Well' I went to my congressman He said 'quote' 'I'd like to help you son, But you're too yound to vote' Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do 'Cos there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues |
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You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are high The simple things you see are all complicated I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah Substitute your lies for fact I can see right through your plastic mac I look all white, but my dad was black My fine looking suit is really made out of sack I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south And now you dare to look me in the eye Those crocodile tears are what you cry It's a genuine problem, you won't try To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by Substitute me for him Substitute my coke for gin Substitute you for my mum At least I'll get my washing done |
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People try to put us d-down
(Talkin′ ′bout my generation) Just because we get around (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) I hope I die before I get old (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) This is my generation This is my generation, baby Why don′t you all f-fade away (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) And don′t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) I′m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) I′m just talkin′ ′bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) This is my generation This is my generation, baby Why don′t you all f-fade away (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) And don′t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) I′m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) I′m just talkin′ ′bout my g-g-generation (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) This is my generation This is my generation, baby People try to put us d-down (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin′ ′bout my generation) This is my generation This is my generation, baby |
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Take a little dope
And walk out in the air The stars are all connected To the brain Find me a woman and lay down on the ground Her pleasure comes fallin' down like rain Get myself a car I feel power as I fly Whoa, now I'm really in control {Chorus:} It all looks fine To the naked eye! But it don't really happen that way at all! Don't happen that way at all! You sign your own name And I'll sign mine They're both the same We still get separate rooms You can cover up your guts But when you cover up your nuts You're admittin' that there must be something wrong Press any button Milk and honey flow The world begins behind your neighbor's wall [Chorus} You hold the gun And I hold the wound And we stand lookin' in each other's eyes {Chorus} ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CUNNIFF, JILL <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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See that girl who's smiling so brightly,
Well I reckon she's cool and I reckon rightly, She's good looking and I ain't frightened, I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning. Hey little girl who's dancing so lightly, My XKE is shining so brightly, The noose around us is slowly tightening, I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning. Hey little girl who's dancing so lightly, My XKE is shining so brightly, The noose around us is slowly tightening, I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning. You can't catch me, I'm as fast as can be, Call me lightning, I'm as fast as can be, No you can't catch me, no you can't catch me. |
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