Acknowledgements:

To Uncle Volodia & Uncle Misha - the hosts of the show,

Grandpa Alex & Uncle MAD - who recorded the shows onto their computers,

"The Echo Of Moscow" radio station - whence the shows were transmitted via wires and radiowaves, the listeners those waves had been sent out to... and many other people, not listed here.

Dear all, thank you very much!

The WHO - Part 3 (2003-01-03)

The WHO (2003)
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The WHO - Part 3 (2003-01-03)

The hosts of the show:
Vladimir Ilinskiy, Mikhail Kuzischev, Olga Palna

 

Heinz Baked Beans (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

One, two, three, four!

What's for tea, Mum?
What's for tea, darling?
Darling, I said "what's for tea?"
What's for tea, daughter?

Heinz baked beans

 

Rotosound Strings (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

Hold Your Group Together
With Rotosound Strings!

 

I Can See for Miles (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah

If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you play
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way

Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
Beacuse all the while

I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah

You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away
I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say

That you still want me
Well, that's as may be
But you gotta stand trial
Because all the while

I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah

I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah

The Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal are mine to see on clear days
You thought that I would need a crystal ball to see right through the haze

Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
Beacuse all the while

I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles
and miles and miles and miles and miles

I can see for miles and miles

 

Medac (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

Henry Pond had no fun
Had a face like a currant bun
This adolescent little fella
Was nicknamed by his friends "Old Yella"

The doctors gave him creams and lotions
To try to sooth the boys emotions
But all in vain; the acne stayed
Henry's hopes began to fade

Then, when just about to crack
He found another cream - Medac

When Henry in the mirror peered
His pimples all had disappeared
Henry laughed and yelled "I got 'em!
Me face is like a baby's bottom"

 

Odorono (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

She sang the best she'd ever sang
She couldn't ever sing any better
But Mister Davidson never rang
She knew he would forget her

She'd seen him there
And put herself to ransom
He had stared
He really was quite handsome

She had really looked her best
She couldn't ever look any better
But she knew she'd failed the test
She knew he would forget her

Triumphant was the way she felt
As she acknowledged the applause
Triumphant was the way she'd felt
When she saw him at the dressing room door

She was happier than she'd ever been
As he praised her for her grace
But his expression changed, she had seen
As he lea
It ended there
He claimed a late appoinment
She quickly turned
To hide her dissapointment

She ripped her glittering gown
Couldn't face another show, no
Her deodorant had let her down
She should have used Odorono

 

Wonderful Radio London (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

It’s smooth sailing with the highly successful sound
Of wonderful radio London!

 

Tattoo (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

Me and my brother were talking to each other
'Bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, the month you were born
We just couldn't understand

Our old man didn't like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair

So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed

Welcome to my life, tattoo
I'm a man now, thanks to you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I die
Tattoo

My dad beat me 'cause mine said Mother
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude

Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I die
Tattoo

Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-doot-toot, rooty-tooty-tooty-toot
Rooty-toodle-toodle tattoo too
To you

 

Radio London (Church of Your Choice) (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

Radio London Reminds You:
Go To The Church Of Your Choice.

 

Sunrise (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Once more you'll disappear
My morning put to shame

You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Once more you'll disappear
My morning put to shame

Sometimes I fear that this will go on my life through
Each day I spend in an echoed vision of you
And then again I'll turn down love
Remembering your smile
My every day is spent
Thinking of you all the while

The times I've let myself down
My head's spinning 'round
My eyes see only you
The chances I've lost
Opportunities tossed
Away and into the blue

You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Then again you'll disappear
My morning put to shame

 

Rael (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

The Red Chins in their millions
Will overspill their borders
And chaos then will reign in our Rael

Rael, the home of my religion
To me the center of the Earth

The Red Chins in their millions
Will overspill their borders
And chaos then will reign in our Rael

My heritage is threatened
My roots are torn and cornered
And so to do my best I'll homeward sail
And so to do my best I'll homeward sail

Now Captain, listen to my instructions
Return to this spot on Christmas Day
Look toward the shore for my signal
And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay

If a yellow flag is fluttering
Sickly herald against the morn
Then you'll know my courage has ended
And you'll send your boat ashore

But if a red flag is flying
Brazen bold against the blue
Then you'll know that I am staying
And my yacht belongs to you

Now Captain, listen to my instructions
Return to this spot on Christmas Day
Look toward the shore for my signal
And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay

He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again
He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again
He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again
He's crazy, anyway

If a yellow flag is fluttering
Sickly herald against the morn
Then you'll know my courage has ended
And you'll send your boat ashore

 

Glow Girl (Odds & Sods, 1974)

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.

 

Pinball Wizard (Pinball Wizard (single), 1969)

Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean
He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard
There's got to be a twist
A pinball wizard
He's got such a supple wrist

How do you think he does it?
(I don't know)
What makes him so good?

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells
Don't see lights a flashin'
Plays by sense of smell
Always gets a replay
Never tilts at all
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

I thought I was
The Bally table king
But I just handed
My pinball crown to him

Even on my usual table
He can beat my best
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball


Track list:

 The Who Sell Out, 1967
Heinz Baked Beans (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Rotosound Strings (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
I Can See for Miles (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Medac (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Odorono (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Wonderful Radio London (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Tattoo (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Radio London (Church of Your Choice) (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Sunrise (The Who Sell Out, 1967)
Rael (The Who Sell Out, 1967)

 Odds & Sods, 1974
Glow Girl (Odds & Sods, 1974)

 Pinball Wizard (single), 1969
Pinball Wizard (Pinball Wizard (single), 1969)

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