(audience chattering) (audience cheering) (audience applauding) (drums tapping) ROGER: We don't know what this is gonna be like 'cause we ain't played most of these songs for about a year.
(audience cheers) (audience cheering) Got a feeling inside Can't explain It's a certain kind Can't explain, baby 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 bad The things you've said, well, 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 Yeah, you hear what I'm saying, girl Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad 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 You give me more try now Ooh, ooh, ooh Can't explain Ooh, ooh, ooh You drive me out of my mind Yeah, I'm the worrying kind, yeah I said I can't explain (audience cheering) 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 Look bloody 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 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 Yeah, I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall, but my heels are high The simple things you see are all complicated Look bloody young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah Substitute me for him Substitute my coke for gin Substitute you for my mum At least I'll get my washing done 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 (audience cheering) (audience cheering) Out here in the fields I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight To prove I'm right I don't need to be forgiven No, no, no, no, no, no Don't cry Don't raise your eye It's only teenage wasteland Sally, take my hand We'll travel south 'cross land Put out the fire And don't look past my shoulder The exodus is here The happy ones are near Let's get together before we get much older Teenage wasteland, oh, yeah It's only teenage wasteland Teenage wasteland, oh, yeah It's only teenage wasteland They're all wasted (audience cheering) (audience applauding) KEITH: Well, this is about the only song I don't actually do main vocals on.
So to give the other boys, you know, bit of a go, I'm gonna go backstage, OD, I'll be back in about, you know, 3 1/2 minutes.
I'll see you then.
And it's lovely to see you, too.
Cheers.
Thanks.
(audience applauding) ROGER: You didn't announce the number.
KEITH: Oh!
ROGER: He forgot the song.
KEITH: The song!
ROGER: Yeah, need song.
KEITH: It's a number written by Peter Townsend called "Behind Blue Eyes."
(audience cheering) 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 (audience cheering) 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 And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat (audience cheering) No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes (audience cheering) (audience applauding) (audience cheering) (audience applauding) ROGER: One for the under-30s.
"Dreaming From the Waist."
(audience cheering) I feel like I wanna break out of the house My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest I've got that wide- awake, give-and-take Five o'clock-in- the-morning feeling I've got that run-to- a-pub, over-dubbed Feeling social and afraid, yeah I wanna hump, wanna jump, wanna drive (vocalizing) I forgot the words I'm dreaming From the waist on down I'm dreaming But I feel tired and bound I'm dreaming Of the day when a cold shower helps my health I'm dreaming Dreaming Of the day I can control myself I'm drowning like a priest and then I'm Shooting dice I'm burning tires with some guy Whose hair is turning white The girls that pass me, just ain't impressed I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest I've got that numb-to- a-thumb over-dubbed Feeling social when the world is sleeping Well, now, the plot starts to thicken And I sicken Like there's a marathon I'm juiced that the whorey lady's Sad, sad story Has me quietly weeping But here comes the darling Here comes the darling demented clown I'm dreaming From the waist on down I'm dreaming But I feel tired and bound I'm dreaming Of the day when I can share the wealth I'm dreaming I'm dreaming Of the day I can control myself (audience applauding) (feedback whines) (audience applauding) (audience cheering) (audience applauding) (audience cheering) Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must've played 'em all But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball (audience cheering) He stands like a statue Becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers Always playing clean Plays by intuition The digit counters fall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball He's a pinball wizard Has to be a twist A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it?
I don't know What makes him so good Ain't got no distractions Can't hear no buzzers and bells Don't see no lights a-flashing Plays by sense of smell Always gets the replay Never seen him fall 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 (audience cheering) Even on my favorite table He can beat my best His disciples lead him in And he can beat the rest Ain't got no distractions Never seen him fall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball (audience cheering) (audience cheering) I'm free I'm free And freedom tastes of reality I'm free Ooh, ooh, I'm free And I'm waiting for you to follow me 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 Messiah's pointing to the door No one had the guts to leave the temple I'm free Ooh, ooh, I'm free And I'm waiting for you to follow me How can we follow How can we follow Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh PETE: How can we follow?
(audience cheering) Come on big mouth little gits!
(audience laughing) (audience cheering) ROGER: Eddie Cochran's "Summertime Blues."
(audience cheering) Yeah, I'm a gonna raise a fuss I'm a gonna raise a holler I've been working all summer Just to try and earn a dollar Well, I tried to call my baby Yeah, called for a date.
The boss said No dice, son, you gotta work a-late Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna do There ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well, my mom and papa told me Son, you gotta earn some money If you wanna use the car and go ride next Sunday Well, I didn't go to work I told the boss I was sick.
He said You can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick Yeah, sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna do There ain't no cure for the summertime blues Gonna take two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problems to the United Nations Well, I went to my congressman, he said Boy, I'd like to help you, son But you're too young to vote Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna do There ain't no cure for the summertime blues (audience cheering) When you move in right up close to me That's when I get the shakes all over me Quivers down my backbone I got the shakes in the knee bones Quivers in my thigh bones Shakin' all over That's the way you say goodnight to me Brings this feeling all inside of me Quivers down my backbone I got the shakes in the knee bones Woo Quivers in the thigh bones Shakin' all over (audience cheering) Ooh, ooh, ooh Hey, play it now Quivers down my backbone Yeah, I got the shakes in the knee bones Woo, quivers in the thigh bones Shakin' all over (audience cheering) 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 I hope I die be- f-fore I get old Talkin' 'bout my generation 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-say Talkin' 'bout my generation I'm not t-trying to cause a b-big sensation Talkin' 'bout my generation Just talkin' 'bout my, my, my, my, my 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 dig what we all say Talkin' 'bout my generation I'm not trying to cause ******* big sensation Talkin' 'bout my generation Just talkin' 'bout my, my, my, my, my Generation Talkin' 'bout my generation This is my generation This is my generation, baby I said, hey I said, hey Hey Ooh Hey, hey, hey Ooh, ah We're talkin' about I'm talkin' about I'm talkin' about My (stammering) (stammering) generation I'm talkin' about My (stammering) Generation I'm talkin' about My generation I'm talkin' (audience cheering) Mmm Can you hear this sound comin' Hear the drums drumming I want you join together Together with the band We don't move in any 'ticular direction And we don't make no connections Won't you join together Together with the band Will you come join together Together, come on, join together Come on and join together Together with the band Yeah, join Together Woo Together Together with the band Join Woo Come on Join together with the band (audience cheering) Who are you Who, who, who, who Who are you Who *** **** are you Who are you Tell me, who are you Who are you Whoa, tell me, who are you Who are you Tell me, who are you Who are you I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away I staggered back to the Underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin' punches around And preachin' from my chair Who are you Who, who, who, who Oh, tell me, who are you Who are you Who are you Are you, are you Who, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Are you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Who are you Who are you (indistinct) MAN: Hey!
(audience cheering) We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgment 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 Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no, no, no, no I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half-alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky For I know that the hypnotized never lie Do ya (audience cheering) There's nothing in the street Looks any different to me And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye Now the parting on the left Is now a parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no, no, no, no Don't get fooled again (audience cheers) (audience cheering) Yeah Meet the new boss Same as the old boss (audience cheering) (audience applauding) Out here in the fields I fight for my meals
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