The hosts of the show: Vladimir Ilinskiy, George Moseshvili, Jude Viktorovna, Natalia Konstantinovna, Olga Palna
905 (Who Are You, 1978)
Mother was an incubator Father was the contents of a test tube in the ice box In the factory of birth
My name is 905, And I've just become alive I'm the newest populator Of the planet we call Earth
In suspended animation My childhood passed me by If I speak without emotion Then you know the reason why
Knowledge of the universe Was fed into my mind As my adolescent body Left its puberty behind
And everything I know is what I need to know And everything I do's been done before Every sentence in my head Someone else has said At each end of my life is an open door
Automatically defrosted When manhood came on time I became a man I left the ice school behind
Now I'm to begin The life that I'm assigned A life that's been used before A thousand times
I have a feeling deep inside That somethin' is missing It's a feeling in my soul And I can't help wishing
That one day I'll discover That we're living a lie And I'll tell the whole world The reason why
Well, until then, everything I know is what I need to know And everything I do's been done before Every sentence in my head Someone else has said At each end of my life is an open door
My Wife (Who's Next, 1971)
My life's in jeopardy Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be I ain't been home since Friday night And now my wife is coming after me
Give me police protection Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one Give me a bodyguard A black belt Judo expert with a machine gun
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane When she catches up with me Won't be no time to explain She thinks I've been with another woman And that's enough to send her half insane Gonna buy a fast car Put on my lead boots And take a long, long drive I may end up spending all my money But I'll still be alive
All I did was have a bit too much to drink And I picked the wrong precinct Got picked up by the law And now I ain't got time to think
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane When she catches up with me Won't be no time to explain She thinks I've been with another woman And that's enough to send her half insane Gonna buy a fast car Put on my lead boots And take a long, long drive I may end up spending all my money But I'll still be alive
And I'm oh so tired of running Gonna lay down on the floor I gotta rest some time so I can get to run some more
She's comin'! She's comin'!
Behind Blue Eyes (Behind Blue Eyes, 1971)
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies
But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you
No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through
But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes
Guitar and Pen (Who Are You, 1978)
You're alone above the street somewhere Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight But inside you've got something to write In your hand you hold your only friend Never spend your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge When the words are immobile until you sit down Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way You must really have something Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean But it suddenly comes after years of delay You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white Then you can be sure, you can open the door Get off of the floor tonight You have something to write
When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet You've got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone? Could be there's just one thing left in the end Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune" And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed Then you stick it together and start writing again And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey" Stashed in a bloody great sack In your Cadillac
You're alone You're alone
You're alone above the street somewhere Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight But inside you've got something to write In your hand you hold your only friend Never spend your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Long Live Rock (Odds & Sods, 1974)
Down at the Astoria the scene was changing, Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating, We were the first band to vomit in the bar, And find the distance to the stage too far, Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock, Rock is dead they say, Long live rock.
Long live rock, I need it every night, Long live rock, come on and join the line, Long live rock, be it dead or alive.
People walk in sideways pretending that they're leaving, We put on our makeup and work out all the lead-ins, Jack is in the alley selling tickets made in Hong Kong, Promoter's in the pay box wondering where the band's gone, Back in the pub the governor stops the clock, Rock is dead, they say, Long live rock.
Long live rock, I need it every night, Long live rock, come on and join the line, Long live rock, be it dead or alive.
Landslide, rocks are falling, Falling down 'round our very heads, We tried but you were yawning, Look again, rock is dead, rock is dead, rock is dead.
The place is really jumping to the high-watt amps, 'Til a 20-inch cymbal fell and cut the lamps, In the blackout they dance right into the aisle, And as the doors fly open even the promoter smiles, Someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock, Rock is dead, they say, Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock.
Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock, Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock.
Long live rock, I need it every night, Long live rock, come on and join the line, Long live rock, be it dead or alive. |