The hosts of the show: Vladimir Ilinskiy, Mikhail Kuzischev, Olga Palna
Join Together (Join Together (single), 1972)
When you hear this sound a-coming hear the drummer drumming - won't you join together in the band. we don't move in any 'ticular direction and we don't make no collections
won't you join together in the band.
Ev'rybody really not care what you eat or what you wear - won't you join together in the band. there's a million ways to laugh ev'ry one's a path - won't you join together in the band.
Do you don't have to play you can follow or lead the way - won't you join together in the band. we don't know where we're going but the season's right for knowing - won't you join together in the band.
It's the singer not the song that makes the music move along. Won't you join together in the band. This is the biggest band you'll find it's as deep as it is wide - won't you join together in the band.
Join together won't you (come on) join together. Come on and join together in the band.
Postcard (Odds & Sods, 1974)
We're having a lovely time, wish you were here We're having a lovely time, wish you were here
There's miles of frankfurters and people who hurt us in Germany We haven't played since yesterday There's just ten more shows and one week to go We'd all like to go
Great piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in Italy We go by train and not by plane We'd come home by car if it wasn't too far To drive home by car
Hope you're well at home, Next week I'll try to phone, Not very long to go, I'll tell you when I'm coming home as soon as I know
There's lots of French fries, disapproving eyes in the U.S.A. We've had no shows since I don't know There's just one thing wrong, we've been here too long The money's all gone
There's kangaroos and we're bad news in Australia Thrown off the plane for drinking beer So long on the plane it drove us insane So long on the plane
Hope you're well at home, Next week I'll try to phone Not very long to go I'll tell you when I'm coming home as soon as I know
We've done very well, but we've been to hell and heaven as well
Naked Eye (Odds & Sods, 1974)
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 falling down like rain, Get myself a car, I feel power as I fly, Oh now I'm really in control, 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 sign mine, They're both the same but we still get separate rooms, You can cover up your guts but when you cover up your nuts, You're admitting that there must be something wrong, Press any button and milk and honey flows, The world begins behind your neighbor's wall, It all looks fine to the naked eye, But it don't really happen that way at all, Nah nah no, don't happen that way at all.
You hold the gun and I hold the wound, And we stand looking in each other's eyes, Both think we know what's right, Both know we know what's wrong, We tell ourselves so many many many lies, We're not pawns in any game, we're not tools of bigger men, There's only one who can really move us all, It all looks fine to the naked eye, But it don't really happen that way at all.
The Real Me (Quadrophenia, 1973)
I went back to the doctor To get another shrink. I sit and tell him about my weekend, But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me, doctor?
I went back to my mother I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me." She said, "I know how it feels son, 'Cause it runs in the family."
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Strange people who know me Peeping from behind every window pane. The girl I used to love Lives in this yellow house. Yesterday she passed me by, She doesn't want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I ended up with the preacher, Full of lies and hate, I seemed to scare him a little So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher? Can you see the real me doctor? Can you see the real me mother? Can you see the real me?
Love, Reign O'er Me (Quadrophenia, 1973)
Only love Can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea. Only love Can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers' Laying in the fields.
Love, reign o'er me. Love, reign o'er me, rain on me.
Only love Can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky. Only love Can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high.
Love reign o'er me.
On the dry and dusty road The nights we spend apart alone I need to get back home to cool cool rain. The nights are hot and black as ink I can't sleep and i lay and i think Oh god, i need a drink of cool cool rain. |