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Concerto For Group & Orchestra--- instrumental ---
Concerto For Group & OrchestraHow can I see the light has gone out How can I hear when you speak so silently More than enough is never too much Hold out a hand - I'm so out of touch You want to feel as your heart would have you do Looks on my head cannot get the message through So that my hand can cut through Peace in my heart can suffer too What shall I do when they stand smiling at me Look at them all and be so cool, oh so cool How shall I know when to start singing my song What shall I do when they all go by What shall I do...
Concerto For Group & Orchestra--- instrumental ---
Ted The MechanicHe was playing pool and drinking beer Nothing more'n the occasional tear But this man's life goes on He gets greased all over from time to time At the strip joint, where we met He said: "Hi! My name is Ted See that one over there, that ball of thunder? Every time she goes Vavoom, I wiggle in my chair Eh oh can I buy you a beer?" Erh what a guy! "Well I've had a few myself" he said "But I never quit when I'm ahead Too many rules and regulations, stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors And another thing I won't discuss is religion, it always causes a fight" Vavoom "There she goes again" Huh ah how does she do that, Ted? Yeah! Aaaah haah! And he told me of those injustices that he had suffered in his life His wife and kids and boss and dogs and neighbours raising cain and causing strife They were forever whining, bleating, howling, yapping, screeching, moaning, crying Vavoom He fed them well Aaaah he keep them warm Ted - Ted the Mechanic Thing about Ted, didn't really care Nothing much got in his hair The beauty of it was that he was right He was big as a truck, fast as a door (what's that?) He was always right The banjo player took a hike And what's that song I used to like Vavoom Big as a truck Uh he was fast as a door Ted - What a guy! Mmm top man, our Ted Top man, our Ted Top man, our Ted
Watching The SkyI sit here alone I sit here alone I look at the walls Look at the walls Look at the walls I look at the walls You shouldn't be out on your own Oh no, not with a condition like that Oh no, sir, constant care A condition like that, a condition so rare A penny for the guy, a penny for your thoughts One a penny, two a penny, penny in your pocket Ding dong bell, who can tell Wild Man Fisher got nothing on me I sit by the water I sit by the water Watch it go by I'm watching the sky Clouds going by I'm watching the sky I left my luggage at the station Didn't know how to say goodbye I walked away from all the fury and the madness And the fury and the madness And the fury and the madness Woaah I smile to myself I smile to myself You're on the blind side, I'm on the other side Now I'm on the outside looking for another side Upside down side, I'm still lucid Maybe crazy but I'm not stupid Try to get out, the parking lot's full No matter, no matter What's a man going to do? One two buckle my shoe Zip my lip
Sometimes I Feel Like ScreamingWhile you were out... the message says You left a number an' I tried to call But they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawl Perfect Spanish scrawl Yet again, I'm missing you King size bed in a hotel someplace I hear your name, I see your face I see your face Yeah... Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know If the times gone by hadn't been so low Best laid plans come apart at the seams Shatter all my dreams Sometimes I feel like screaming, close my eyes It's times like this my head goes down The only thing I know is the name of this town Name of this town Yet again, I'm missing you Won't be long, I'm coming home 'Til that distant time, I'll be moving on I'll be moving on Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies And the wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know If the times gone by hadn't been so low Best laid plans come apart at the seams Shatter my dreams It's all in the mind Ouh it's all in the mind It's all in the mind It's all in the mind Ouh Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies It's all in the mind Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Aaah... Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know All in the mind If the times gone by hadn't been so low Best laid plans come apart at the seams Aaah... Shatter my dreams
Smoke On The WaterWe all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky & Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky