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Tommy (1969)
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Overature / It's a Boy

[No lyrics]

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I've got a feeling twenty one
Is going to be a good year.
Especially if you and me
See it in together.

So you think 21 is going to be a good year.
It could be for me and her,
But you and her-no never!
I had no reason to be over optimistic,
But somehow when you smiled
I could brave bad weather

What about the boy?
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
He saw it all!

You didn't hear it [I heard it]
You didn't see it. [I saw it]
You won't say nothing to no one [I won't say nothing to no one]
ever in your life. [never in my life]
You never heard it [I heard it]
Oh how absurd it
All seems without any proof.

You didn't hear it [I heard it]
You didn't see it [I saw it]
You never heard it not a word of it. [I heard it, every word of it]
You won't say nothing to no one [I won't say nothing to no one]
Never tell a soul [Never tell a soul]
What you know is the Truth. [What I know is the Truth]

Got a feeling twenty one
Is going to be a good year.
Especially if you and me
See it in together.

Got a feeling twenty one
Is going to be a good year.
Especially if you and me
See it in together.

I had no reason to be over optimistic,
But somehow when you smile
I could brave bad weather

What about the boy?

. . .


Deaf dumb and blind boy
He's in a quiet vibration land
Strange as it seems
His musical dreams
Ain't quite so bad.

Ten years old
With thoughts as bold
As thought can be
Loving life and becoming wise
In simplicity.

Sickness can surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go,
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know.

A vague haze of delirium creeps up on me
All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see
He's dressed in a silver-sparked glittering gown
And his golden beard flows nearly down to the ground.

Nothing to say, and nothing to hear
And nothing to see
Each sensation makes up a note
In my symphony.

Sickness can surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go,
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know.

His eyes are the eyes
That transmit all they know
Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show
That he is your leader
And he is your guide
On the amazing journey together you'll ride.

. . .


You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine,
You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine,
Every time she starts to lovin'
She brings eyesight to the blind.

You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks.
You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks.
Every time she starts to shake it
The dumb begin to talk.

She's got the power to heal you never fear
She's got the power to heal you never fear
Just a word from her lips
And the deaf begin to hear.

. . .


Father:

Did you ever see the faces of children
They get so excited.
Waking up on christmas morning
Hours before the winter 1's ignited.
They believe in dreams and all they mean
Including heavens generosity.
Peeping round the door
to see what parcels are for free
In curiosity.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.
How can he be saved?
>From the eternal grave.

Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently,
And unaware of everything.
Playing poxy pin ball
picks his nose and smiles and
Pokes his tongue at everything.
I believe in love
but how can men who've never seen
Light be enlightened.
Only if he's cured
will his spirits future level ever heighten.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.
How can he be saved?
>From the eternal grave.
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

Tommy:

See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me!

Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

. . .


we're on our own, cousin,
all alone, cousin.
let's think of a game to play
now the grown-ups have all gone away.
you won't be much fun
being blind, deaf and dumb,
but i've no-one to play with today
do you know how to play hide-and-seek?
to find me it would take you a week,
but tied to a chair
you won't go anywhere.
there's a lot i can do with a freak
how would you feel if i
turned on the bath,
ducked your head under
and started to laugh?
what would you do if i shoved you outside,
to stand in the rain
and catch cold so you died

i'm the school bully!
the classroom cheat.
i'm the nastiest playfriend
you ever could meet.
i'll stick pins in your fingers
and tread on your feet...

maybe a cigarette burn on your arm
would change your expression
to one of alarm.
i'll drag you round by a lock of your hair
or give you a push
at the top of the stairs...

i'm the school bully!
the classroom cheat.
the nastiest playfriend
you ever could meet.
i'll put glass in your dinner
and spikes in your seat...

. . .


Gypsy:

If your child ain't all he should be now
This girl will put him right.
I'll show him what he could be now
Just give me one night.
I'm the Gypsy - the acid Queen.
Pay before we start.
I'm the Gypsy - The acid queen.
I'll tear your soul apart.

Give us a room and close the door
Leave us for a while.
Your boy won't be a boy no more
Young, but not a child.
I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
I'm the Gypsy the acid queen.
I'll tear your soul apart.

Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the Gypsy Queen must do
You're gonna hit the road.

My work is done now look at him
He's never been more alive.
His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
Watch his body writhe
I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed.
To break your little heart.

. . .


(Instrumental)

. . .


Mother:

Do you think it's alright,
To leave the boy with Uncle Ernie?
Do you think it's alright;
He's had a few too many tonight!
D'you think it's alright?

Father:

I think it's alright, yes I think it's alright.

. . .


Uncle Ernie:

I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie
I'm glad you won't see or hear me
As I fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about !

Your mother left me here to mind you
Now I'm doing what I want to
Fiddling about
Fiddling about
Fiddle about!

Down with the bedclothes
Up with the nightshirt!
Fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about !

You won't shout as I fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about !
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle.

. . .


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 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-flashin';
He plays by sense of smell.
Always gets a replay,
'N' 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.

Even at my favourite 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!

. . .


Father:

There's a doctor I've found
Could bring us all joy!
There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy!
There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy!

There's a man I've found could remove his sorrow,
He lives in this town let's see him tomorrow,
He lives in this town let's see him tomorrow!

. . .


Doctor:

He seems to be completely unreceptive.
The tests I gave him show no sense at all.
His eyes react to light the dials detect it.
He hears but cannot answer to your call.

Tommy:

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

Doctor:

There is no chance no untried operation.
All hope lies with him and none with me.
Imagine though the shock from isolation.
When he suddenly can hear and speak and see.

Tommy:

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

Doctor:

His eyes can hear
his ears can see his lips speak
All the time the needles flick and rock.
No machine can give the kind of stimulation,
Needed to remove his inner block.

Go to the mirror boy!
Go to the mirror boy!

Father:

I often wonder what he's feeling.
Has he ever heard a word I've said?
Look at him now in the mirror dreaming
What is happening in his head?

Tommy:

Listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat
Following you I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet!

Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory.
>From you I get the opinions
>From you I get the story.

Father:

What is happening in his head
Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew.

. . .


Tommy can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you?

Mother:

Tommy can you feel me?
Can I help to cheer you.

. . .


Mother:

You don't answer my call
With even a nod or a twitch
But you gaze at your own reflection!
You don't seem to see me
But I think you can see yourself.
How can the mirror affect you?

Can you hear me
Or do I surmise?
That you fear me can you feel my temper
RISE.

Do you hear or fear or
Do I smash the mirror.
Do you hear of fear or
Do I smash the mirror? SMASH!

. . .


Tommy:

I overwhelm as I approach you
Make your lungs hold breath inside!
Lovers break caresses for me
Love enhanced when I've gone by.

You'll feel me coming,
A new vibration
>From afar you'll see me
I'm a sensation.

They worship me and all I touch
Hazy eyed they catch my glance,
Pleasant shudders shake their senses
My warm momentum throws their stance.

You'll feel me coming
A new vibration
>From afar you'll see me
I'm a sensation.

I leave a trail of rooted people
Mesmerised by just the sight,
The few I touch are now disciples
Love as One I Am the Light...

Soon you'll see me can't you feel me
I'm coming...
Send your troubles dancing he knows the answer
I'm coming...
I'm a sensation.

. . .


Newsboy:

Extra! Extra!
Read all about it.
Pin Ball Wizard in a miracle cure!
Extra Extra read all about it
EXTRA!

. . .


Outside the house Mr. Simpson announces
Sally couldn't go to the meeting.
He went on cleaning his blue rolls-royce
And she ran inside a-weeping.

She got to her room and tears splashed the picture
Of a new messiah.
She picked up a book of her father's life
And threw it on the fire.

She knew from the start deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart.
But her mother said nevermind your parties
To be what you'll be.

The theme of the sermon was Come Unto Me
And Love Will Find a Way.
So Sally decided to ignore her dad
And sneak out anyway.

She spent all afternoon gettin ready
And decided she'd try to touch him.
Maybe he's see that she was free
And talk to her this Sunday.

She knew from the start deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart.
But her mother said nevermind your parties
To be what you'll be.

She arrived at six and the place was swingin
To gospel music by nine.
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying.

She bit her nails looking pretty as a picture
Right in the very front row.
Then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
Went on and said "Here we go!".

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit the stage.
Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
the crowd back in a rage.

Soon the atmosphere was cooler
And Tommy gave a lesson.
Sally just had to let him know she loved him
And lept up on the rostrum.

She ran accross stage to the spotlit figure
And brushed him on the face.
Tommy wheeled round as a uniform man
Threw her off the stage.

She knew from the start deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart.
But her mother said nevermind your parties
To be what you'll be.

Her cheek hit her chair and blood trickled down
Mingling with her tears.
Tommy carried on preaching
And his voice filled Sally's ears.

She caught his eye, she had to try
But he couldn't see through the lights.
Her face was gashed and the ambulance man
Had to carry her out that night.

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage.
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face.

Ooh!

Sixteen stitches put her right and her dad said
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Sally got married to a rock musician
She met in California.

Tommy always talks about the day
The disciples all went wild.
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek
To remind her of his smile.

She knew from the start deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart.
But her mother said nevermind your parties
To be what you'll be.

. . .


I'm free
I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality

I'm free
I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me

If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high
You'd laugh and say nothin's that simple
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs point you to the door
No one had the guts to leave the temple

I'm free
I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality

I'm free
I'm free
And I'm waiting for you... to follow me

How can we follow?
How can we follow?
Ooh....

. . .


Tommy:

Come to my house
Be one of the comfortable people.
Come to this house
We're drinking all night
Never sleeping.

Milkman come in!
And you baker,
Little old lady welcome
And you shoe maker

Come to this house!
Into this house.

Come to this house
Be one of us.
Make this your house
Be one of us.

You can help
To collect some more in
Young and old people
Lets get them all in!

Come to this house!
Into this house.

Ask along that man who's wearing a carnation.
Bring every single person
from Victoria Station,
Go into that hospital
and bring nurses and patients,
Everybody go home and fetch their relations!

Come to this house
Be one of the comfortable people.
Lovely bright home
Drinking all night never sleeping.

We need more room
Build an extension
A colourful palace
Spare no expense now

Come to this house
Be one of us
Come into this house
Be one of us

Come to this house
Into this house

Welcome

. . .


Uncle Ernie:
Good morning Campers!

I'm your Uncle Ernie
and I'll welcome you to Tommy's Holiday Camp
The camp with the difference
Nevermind the weather
When you come to Tommy's
The holiday's forever



. . .


Welcome to the camp,
I guess you all know why we're here
My name is Tommy, and I became aware this year
If you want to follow me, you've got to play pinball
And put in your ear plugs, put on your eye shades
You know where to put the cork

Hey you gettin drunk, so sorry, I got you sussed
Hey you smokin mother nature, this is a bust
Hey hung up old Mr. Normal don't try to gain my trust
'Cause you ain't gonna follow me any of those ways all though you think you must

We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it, never did and never will
We're not gonna take it, gonna break it, gonna shake it, let's forget it better still

Now you can't hear me, your ears are truly sealed
You can't speak either, your mouth is filled
You can't hear nothing, and pinball completes the scene
Here comes Uncle Ernie to guide you to your very own machine

We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it, never did and never will
Don't want no religion, not as far as we can tell
We ain't gonna take you never did and never will
We forsake you, gonna rape you, let's forget you better still
We forsake you, gonna rape you, let's forget you better still

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me

Listening to you I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you I climb the mountain
I get excitment at your feet
Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory
From you I get opinions
From you I get the story
(till fade)

. . .


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