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The Yardbirds Album


Ultimate! (2001)
2001
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Got To Hurry
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Steeled Blues
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Rave-Up
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Jeff's Boogie
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White Summer
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Blue Sands
. . .


(John Lee Hooker)
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
I'm gonna shoot you right down,
Knock you off of your feet,
And take you home with me.
Put you in my house.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I love to see you strut
When you're walking to me.
When you're talking to me,
That knocks me out.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.
You know I like it like that,
With your baby-talk,
Oh and the way that you walk.
You know it knocks me right down,
Knocks me off of my feet.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
How, how, how, how.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, now, now, now.

. . .


(Keith Relf)
When I get out on the dancing floor,
There ain't no stopping for an hour or more,
I go rocking up and down and around and round,
I go reeling to the beat of that crazy sound.
I can't stop, I want to kiss your pretty lips,
'Cause I know, pretty babe, you got honey in your hips.

I can't stop my feet and I can't stop my hands,
When I hear the sound of a rock 'n' roll band.
Gotta rock, gotta roll, gonna jump and shout;
Nobody better come and turn me out.
I'm staying all night till I get my kicks,
'Cause you know, pretty babe, you got honey in your hips.

I want you and you want me,
We're gonna dance all night till we both feel free,
We'll shake and we'll shimmy right across the floor,
When it gets late, we'll dance out the door.
You better get ready with your pretty lips,
'Cause you know, pretty babe, you got honey in your hips.

. . .


There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't reveal her name until I've got her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well, I've tried to get her time and time again.
We just end up as nothing but friends.
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well, there's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I met her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't repeat her name until I get her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well one day, I'm gonna wake up and say,
"I'll do anything just to be your slave."
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well, I've tried to get her time and time again.
We just end up as nothing but friends.
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
There's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I found her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't reveal her name until I get her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well now one day, get her time and time again.
We just end up as nothing but friends.
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't tell you.

. . .


(Billy Boy Arnold)
Early in the morning, 'bout the break of day,
That's when my baby went away.
Come back, baby, I wish you would,
Try and love me, you won't do no good.

Walking and a-kissing late at night;
I tell you now baby, I feel just right.
Come now baby, whatcha trying to do?
Trying to love me and some other man, too.

Come now baby, give me one more chance.
You know I still love you, want to give you romance.
Yeah romance, all night long, in my arms, woah yeah.

(First Verse)

You know baby that I love you so.
You know, pretty baby, it hurts me to see you go.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.

. . .


Runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' in the mill.
Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek.
Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week, ahh.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

Blond hair, good lookin', tryin' to get me hooked.
Want me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

Every day, same thing, gettin' up, goin' to school.
No need for me complaining, my objection's overruled, ahh.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

Telephone, something wrong, dime gone, will mail,
Oughtta sue the operator, for telling me a tale, ahh.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

I been to Yokohama, been fightin' in the war.
Army bunk, army crew, army food, army corps, aah.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks.
Wipe the windows, check the tyres, check the oil, a dollar gas.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!

Too much monkey business for me!

. . .


(James Moore)
Got love if you want it, babe,
Got love if you want it, babe,
Got love if you want it,
Got love if you want it,
Got love if you want it, babe,
We could rock all the while,
We could rock all the while.

Quit teasing me baby,
Quit teasing me baby,
With your fine diamond ring,
With your fine diamond ring.
You know if you'd love me babe,
I'd give you everything,
I'd give you everything.

Now here you come baby,
Now here you come baby,
With your head hanging down,
With your head hanging down.
I know you've been balling, babe,
Talk's all over town,
Talk's all over town.

Our next door neighbour,
Our next door neighbour,
Peeping through her blind,
Peeping through her blind.
I know you've been cheating baby,
(That's all the signs / decided?)

I love you little woman,
I love you little woman,
I want you to myself,
I want you to myself.
I know you've been (cheating me babe?)
For somebody else,
For somebody else,
For somebody else,
For somebody else.

. . .


(Chester Burnett)Five Live Yardbirds versionYeah, smokestack lightning,Don't you hear me callin'?Don't you hear me callin' your name?Don't you hear me callin' you?Don't you hear me callin' you?
Tell me where did you go last night?Gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?Tell me where did you go?Tell me where did you go?
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,Never see you no more, no more.Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby, goodbye,Fare you well, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,Shining like gold,Don't you hear me call out you?Don't you hear me callin' you now?Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Ah, stop your train, yeah,Let me go for a ride with you,Let me go for a ride, oh stop your train now,Oh, stop your train now,
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,Tell me where did you go?Why did you leave me, oh?Oh, fare you well, goodbye, goodbye.

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Alternate early live versionYeah, smokestack lightning,Don't you hear me callin'?Don't you hear me callin'?
Tell me where did you go last night?I gotta know who you been with.Tell me where did you go last night?
Yeah, stop your train,Let me go for a ride, pretty baby, you know,Stop your train, I gotta ride with you.Gotta ride with you,Gotta ride with you.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,Fare you well, goodbye, goodbye,Never see you no more, pretty baby, goodbye,Goodbye, goodbye,Goodbye, goodbye,Goodbye, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,Shining like gold,Don't you hear me callin'?Gotta stop your train, let me go for a ride,Let me ride with you,Stop your train and ride with you.

. . .


(Ellas McDaniels)
I sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
...

Yeah, now, I love my baby,
And my baby loves me.
Well, if we could get together,
Ow! how happy we could be.

I sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
...

Yeah, my, all night,
And all day,
Well, the reason I'm unhappy,
That my baby went away.

I sing oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
...

Yeah, my, all night,
And all day,
Well I wanna hold my baby,
All night and day.
Yes, I love my baby,
Yes, I love my baby.

I sing oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
...

I'm alright,
I'm alright,
...

Oh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!
Oh yeah!

Oh-oh-oh,
Here it comes,
There's more... there's more... there's more.

Here it comes,
Here it comes,

Oh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I sing oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh,

Yeah, my, all day,
And all night,
Now my baby can write to me,
And everything's all right now.

I sing oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
...

I'm alright,
I'm alright,
I'm alright,
I'm alright,
Wo!

. . .


(H. G. Demarais)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?
If you let me I can tease you baby.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.

Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Won't you let me take you to the hop, hop,
Have a party at the soda shop,
So we can do the twist, do the stroll
To the music of the rock 'n' roll.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.

(First Verse)

Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa that I love you.
Tell your sisters and your brother that I love you.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.

. . .

Got To Hurry

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Calvin Carter)
I got a Maserati G.T.
With snakeskin upholstery.
I got a charge account at Goldblatt's,
But I ain't got you.

I got a closet full of clothes,
But no matter where it goes,
It keeps a ring in the nose,
But I ain't got you.

I got a tavern and a liquor store.
I play the numbers, yeah, four forty-four.
I got a mojo, yeah, don't you know,
I'm all dressed up with no place to go.

I got women to the right of me.
I got women to the left of me.
I got women all around me,
But I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.

(Third Verse)

(Fourth Verse)

No I ain't got you.

. . .


For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give you everything and more, and that's for sure.
For your love.
I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door.
For your love.

To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.

For your love.
For your love.
For your love.

For your love, for your love,
I would give the stars above.
For your love, for your love,
I would give you all I could.

For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give the moon if it were mine to give.
For your love.
I'd give the stars and the sun 'fore I live.
For your love.

To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.

For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.

. . .


EP version
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.I used to think I knew it,Man I sure outgrew it.Things like idle chatter,Ain't the things that matter,That's one thing I can do without.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.Things I say at midnight,I ain't gonna say in daylight.I reached the final conclusion,And all this persecution,Don't call me, baby, I'll call you.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.Things I say at midnight,I ain't gonna say in daylight.I reached the final conclusion,And all this persecution,That's one thing I can do without.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.If I said things were awful,It might just be unlawful.If I said things were splendid,You might just be offended.That's one thing I can do without.

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BBC versionI'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.If I said things were splendid,Our mom might be offended.If I said things were awful,It may just be unlawful.That's one thing I can do without.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.Used to think I knew it,Man I sure outgrew it.Things like idle chatter,Ain't the things that matter,Don't call me baby, I'll call you.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.If I said things at midnight,I ain't gonna say 'em in daylight.I reached the final conclusion,And all this persecution,Don't call me, baby, I'll call you.

. . .

Steeled Blues

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Graham Gouldman)
Sick at heart and lonely,
deep in dark despair.
Thinking one thought only
where is she tell me where.
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea


And I know if she had me back again
well I would never make her sad.
I've gotta heart full of soul.

She's been gone such a long time
longer than I can bear
but if she says she wants me
tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea.

. . .


(Keith Relf)
(studio version)
Yeah the bells have tolled,
And my baby caught that train and gone.
Oh the bells have tolled,
And my baby caught that train and gone.
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.

Well it's all my fault,
And I just can't explain.
Yes it's all my fault,
And I just can't explain.
Gonna get me a new (doctor? / doll?),
So maybe my luck will change.

My baby's (treating me that my luck would change?)
I've been goin' around,
And now look at me,
Done somebody wrong,
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.

. . .


(Michael Hugg/Brian Hugg)
Can you judge a man,
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind,
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man,
By the pattern on his tie?

Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.

Could you tell a wise man,
By the way he speaks or spells?
Is this more important,
Than the stories that he tells?
And call a man a fool,
If for wealth he doesn't strive?

Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.

Can you condemn a man,
If you're faith he doesn't hold?
Say the colour of his skin,
Is the colour of his soul?
Could you say that men,
For king and country all must die?

Well, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.

. . .

Rave-Up

[No lyrics]

. . .


Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?

Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.

Chorus, Lead.

Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.

. . .


Aboard a train
I met a dame
She was a hipster
Man a real gone dame
She wasn't pretty
For New York City
As we strut down on that ol' fairlane
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

I made a stop round Albuquerque
She must'a thought I was real gone jerk
Got off the train at El Paso
A' looking so good I couldn't let her go
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

. . .


(Keith Relf / Chris Dreja)
If you've ever been to New York City,
You know what I'm talking about,
Yes you do.
Well, if you've ever been to New York City,
You know what I'm talking about,
They got such pretty little girls in that big town,
Make a man wanna jump around and shout.

I met a little girl there,
She was about five foot eight.
I said "I want you to love me."
She said "Why man, that'd be great."
So,
I got long hair but,
She took me back,
Back to see her pad,
But the first thing I saw when I arrived there,
Was a big black shiny shotgun,
In the hands of her dad.

Alright now, this is how it was,
Oh no!

Well alright!

I finally learned my lesson,
Such a long time ago,
Next little woman that I date,
I've got to know, I've got to know her family too.
Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too.
But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes,
Mister, this song is just for you.

. . .


Evil hearted you.
You always try to put me down,
With the things you do,
And words,
You spread around against me.

Evil hearted you.
You kept,
Kidding me along,
With your phoney smile,
And with,
Your siren song smiling, beguiling,
You lead me on 'til all hope's gone,
Persuading, degrading,
On my knees I try to please.

But I love you,
Just the same,
And I want you,
To remain,
By my side,
And you'll see,
Just how much you,
Mean to me.

Evil hearted you.
You always try to put me down,
With the things you do,
And words,
You spread around against me,
About me.
What would you,
Do without me?
Smiling, beguiling,
You lead me on 'til all hope has gone.

. . .


(
Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Kept a lot of folks alive.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
)

All you pretty women,
Stand in line,
I can make love to you baby,
In an hour's time.
Now i'm a man
I spell M-A-N...man.

The line I shoot,
Will never miss,
Make love to you baby,
You can't resist.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

Goin back down,
To Kansas to,
Bring back a little girl,
Just like you.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

(
Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
You know baby,
We can have a lot of fun.
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
)

. . .


See the stars come joining down from the sky,
Gently passing, they kiss your tears when you cry.
See the wind of summer blow your hair upon your head,
See the rain, the falling rain, it's rain.

Still I'm sad.

Oh my flowers, my tears just falling two days,
we are driving the night to find they are lost.
Flower, flower the wind is blowing,
time into my heart.
When the wind blows hard, we are apart.

Still I'm sad,
Still I'm sad.

Still I'm sad.

. . .


(Satti / Dinamo / Mogol)
Lo so, non mi credi perché sai che potrei (io potrei)
io potrei dimenticarmi anche di te

Però questa volta non sarà più così (più così)
e vedrai che questa volta non finirà

Mai mai mai, dico mai mai mai, io ti lascerò
mai, dico mai, io finirò di amarti

Lo so, non mi credi, ma vedrai, tu vedrai (tu vedrai)
io so già che questa volta non finirà

Lo so, non mi credi, ma vedrai, tu vedrai,
io so già che questa volta non finirà (finirà)

English Translation
I know you don't believe me because you know I could forget even you
But this time will be different and you'll see that this time
My love will last forever
Never, no, never will I leave you or stop loving you

. . .


(G. Reverbel / Bardotti / Paul Samwell-Smith)
Paff... bum,
Thats the sound of love.
Paff... bum,
That's the way love goes.
Paff... bum,
Well, I met you yesterday, yeah.
Paff... bum,
And now you've gone away.

Pretty girls are everywhere.
Now you've gone,
I just don't care.
There will be,
Another waiting there.

Paff... bum,
Thats the sound of love.
Paff... bum,
Well, that's the way love goes.

Pretty girls are everywhere.
Now you've gone,
I just don't care.
There will be,
Another waiting there.

Paff... bum,
There'll be more tomorrow, yeah.
Paff... bum,
Well, that's the way love goes.
Paff... bum,
Paff... bum,
Paff... bum,
Paff... bum,
Paff... bum.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
Don't know where to run to,
Don't know where to hide.
See my future coming,
Like the rising of the tide.
But I lost you,
Lost you woman.
The only woman,
Woman who was my kind.

Made me lose my money,
You made me lose my mind.
It's people like you, baby,
Going to rule mankind.
But I lost you,
Lost you woman.
The only woman,
Woman who was my kind.

But if you come back,
I won't be the same.
What you did to me,
You can hardly call humane.
But I lost you,
But I still love you.
The only woman,
Woman who was my kind.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age,
Laughing, joking, drinking, smoking,
Till I've spent my wage.
When I was young people spoke of immorality,
All the things they said were wrong,
Are what I want to be.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment 'bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I'll go and have some fun,
'Cos it's all for free.
I'm not searching for a reason to enjoy myself,
Seems it's better done,
Than argued with somebody else.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Over under sideways down...

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
I'm searching for my baby,
Well I think I'm gonna cry.
I'm searching for my baby,
I think I'm gonna cry, yeah.
I can't find that woman,
No matter how hard I try.

Well I've got myself a car,
And the thing is painted blue.
Well I've got myself a car,
And that thing is painted blue.
But no matter what's done to me baby,
I guess I'll always be blue.


I got a hundred and fifty things,
Now all I gotta find is you.
I got a hundred and fifty things,
Now all I gotta find is you.
And if the Nazz don't help me baby,
You better forget about me too.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
I can't make your way.
Silly men, they all get worried,
Live their life so worthlessly,
Troubled, bothered, flustered, hurried,
They should take a look at me.
Taxman, rentman, they all chase me,
I ain't home when they come round.
Got no money, live my life free,
That's the best way, I have found.

I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.

I can't make your way.
Is that me I hear you calling?
Do I hear you call my name?
It ain't me that will be falling,
Ten years time, I'll be the same.

I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
Baby I got a problem,
Don't know what to do.
Baby I got a problem,
I don't know what to do.
Can't find the words to describe you, woman,
None I got will do.

I gonna search a dictionary,
I find new words to use.
Gonna search a dictionary,
Find new words to use.
Woman you defy me,
Ain't no words to choose.

Baby I'm rackin' my mind,
Baby I'm rackin' my mind,
Now I can't ( ?).
Baby rackin' my mind,
I can't find,
Any words.

Tell me woman,
Got a hold on my mind.
My, my, my, my, my, mind,
You sure are the strangest kind.
Got no words for you baby,
Ain't no words I can find.

Now I know what to call you,
Know what to call you, baby.
I know what to call you,
Know what to call you,
You're the world's worst woman,
The devil ever made.

Now I know you baby,
Now I know you girl,
Now I know you baby,
(You find some other guy ?)
I know baby,
I sure raise my eye.

. . .


Hot House of Omagararshid has no proper lyrics. The words spoken at the beginning are unknown.

. . .

Jeff's Boogie

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
You're looking my way,
That's good to see.
Well how I'm thinking,
Is it really me.
You'll give me something,
That (lights up all?)
It can't be just my,
My eyes you call.

I'd like to get to know you, sure,
And take this thing just one step more,
And find out just what it's all for,
But he's always there.

You're fixing my eyes,
With a constant gaze.
It could really have me,
In an utter daze.
Come a little closer,
He's not to see,
There's something going,
Between you and me.

I'd like to get to know you, sure,
And take this thing just one step more,
And find out just what it's all for,
But he's always there.

I'd like to get to know you, sure,
And take this thing just one step more,
And find out just what it's all for,
But he's always there.

He's always there.
He's always there.
He's always there.
... repeat to fade

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
ah-ah-ah......

How your restless hungry eyes,
Speak of cloudy summer skies.
The morning dew,
Turns into rain,
Lonely winds will call my name.

Dying leaves of seasons brown,
Losing life as they drift down.
Too soon in life,
Return to earth,
Only they can know their worth.

Distant dreams of things to be,
Wandering thoughts that can't be free.
I feel my mind,
Turning away,
To the darkness of my day.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
I want somebody here to tell me why,
There's always smoke up in the sky.
Please don't make me want to cry,
Detail has not been seen.
Summer trees should all be green,
Plain and green as they have been,
Sun don't ever change the scene,
Please never let them die.

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

Sounds which soar above my ears,
Will naturally precede in years,
They only cause a flood of tears,
I want to turn and run.
Don't need someone to make my fun,
Only need to see the sun,
I will not go and cause harm,
I cannot think that way.

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

Sit spellbound by a flickering screen,
Watch the ever changing scenes,
Listen to the rising screams,
Of children of today.
Lock your doors and stay within,
Upon your face the stupid grins,
Penalty for unrealised sins,
Committed on your way.

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

What do you want?
What do you want?
...

. . .


Meeting people on my way
Seemingly I've known one day
Familiarity of things
That my dreaming always brings

Happenings ten years time ago
Situations we really know
But the knowing is in the mind
Sinking deep into the well of time
Sinking deep into the well of time

Walking in the room I see
Things that mean a lot to me
Why they do I'll never know
Memories don't strike me so
Memories don't strike me so

It seems to me I've been here before
The sounds I heard, and the sights I saw
Was it real, was it in my dreams
I need to know what it all means

Happenings ten years time ago
Situations we really know
But the knowing is in the mind
Sinking deep into the well of time
Sinking deep into the well of time

. . .


(Yardbirds)
Pennsylvania snow is pretty thick,
Michigan ain't where I get my kicks.

Texas is fine but it gets too hot,
And New York City's not a place to stop.

New Orleans is the home of the blues,
But California's my home with Mary Hughes.

Down in Mississippi I'm told is nice,
And all the meals there, they come with rice.

Oregon and Iowa are not for me,
The Colorado mountains are something you must see.

But back in California there's nothing to lose,
'Cos everything's swinging there with Mary Hughes.

. . .


(Keith Relf / Jeff Beck / Jimmy Page / Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty)
Strollin' on,
'Cos it's all gone,
The reason why.
You made me cry,
By tellin' me,
You didn't see.
The future bore,
Our love no more.
If you want to know,
I love you so,
And I don't want to let you go.

I'm strollin' on,
Gonna make you see.
I'm strollin' on,
You'll find you really love me.
I'm strollin' on,
Be your turn to cry.
I'm strollin' on,
You wish you'd never lied.
You're going to change your mind,
But you ain't gonna find,
Any more of my kind.

I'm strollin' on,
'Cos it's all gone,
The reason why.
You made me cry,
By tellin' me,
You didn't see.
The future bore,
Our lovin' no more.
If you want to know,
I love you so,
I don't want to let you go.

I'm strollin' on,
Gonna make you see.
I'm strollin' on,
You'll find you really love me.
I'm strollin' on,
Be your turn to cry.
I'm strollin' on,
You wish you'd never lied.
You're going to change your mind,
But you ain't gonna find,
Any more of my kind.

. . .


(Harold Spiro/Phil Wainman)
Little games are for little boys,
I'm growing up and changing all my toys,
Aeroplanes, motor cars, goldfish in old jam-jars,
I just don't play these games no more.
Little games are for little boys,
Loving games are for bigger boys,
Parties in Chelsea flats,
Mixing with kinky cats,
Are games I wanna play some more.

Ooh, what they're doing to me,
Darling it's so plain to see,
My temperature's rising,
But that's not surprising,
When you do what you do to me.

Little games are for little boys,
I found out there are other joys,
Marjory, Josephine, Susie and Catherine,
They help me in my little games.

Ooh, what they're doing to me,
Darling it's so plain to see,
My temperature's rising,
But that's not surprising,
When you do what you do to me.

Little games are for little boys,
I found out there are other joys,
Marjory, Josephine, Susie and Catherine,
They help me in my little games.

My, my, my, my, my, my, my,
Play my little games,
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,
Say I need you, I need you...

. . .


(Jimmy Page / Jim McCarty / Chris Dreja / Keith Relf)
You never talk straight to me,
It's all puzzles to me.
If there's sense in what you talk about,
I can never see.
If you don't want me to spend your life with you,
Go and find someone new.
'Cause I know there's so many better girls than you.

Puzzles, hanging on my mind now,
Puzzles, puzzles in my mind,
In my mind,
That's all I find,
In my mind.

Life's puzzles,
I will never know,
Which way to go straight.
Love, war, people arguing,
How can they know what to hate?
Ever since I began thinking,
I wondered why things were so.
But no matter how hard I contemplate,
Puzzles will never go.

Puzzles, hanging on my mind now,
Puzzles, puzzles in my mind,
In my mind,
That's all I find,
In my mind.

Ooh, puzzles.

. . .

White Summer

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Jim McCarty / Jimmy Page)
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please,
How can I know just what to be?
Please stop and give advice to me.
Tell me,
Tell me,
How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on the shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,
I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for to?) living off the road.
Ooooh,

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.
Who's gonna tell me what to do?
Then they will say that I am true.
Maybe,
Maybe,
Perhaps I'll come to a great success,
Or possible a dreadful mess.
Maybe,
Maybe,
(Having buys its?) fortune, fame,
Living's just a little game.
Woooo-aaah,

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.
How can I know just what to be,
Please stop and give advice to me,
Tell me,
Tell me,
How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on a shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,
I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for to?) living off the road,
Ooooh,

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
... to fade

. . .


(Atkins / Derrico)
I'm moving,
I'm gonna see the world while I can.
I'm moving,
I'm gonna be a well rounded man.
And there ain't no room for no-one else,
I've got to learn it all for myself.

No excess baggage,
- There to worry me.
No excess baggage,
- There to hurry me.
No excess baggage, girl,
I must roam,
All alone,
On my own,

I'm hungry,
I wanna taste the fruits of the world.
So hungry,
And assure I do love you girl.
But if you're what I'm searching for,
My heart will lead me back to your door.

No excess baggage,
- There to worry me.
No excess baggage,
- There to hurry me.
No excess baggage, girl,
I must roam,
All alone,
On my own.

But if you're what I'm searching for,
My heart will lead me back to your door.

No excess baggage,
- There to worry me.
No excess baggage,
- There to hurry me.
No excess baggage, girl,
I must roam,
All alone,
On my own.
I gotta roam,
All alone,
- No excess baggage.
On my own.
I gotta roam,
- No excess baggage.
All alone,
On my own.
- No excess baggage.
I gotta roam,
- No excess baggage.
On my own.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Keith Relf / Jim McCarty / Jimmy Page)
Ah, ah, ah, ah...
Well I've been running and a-hiding,
Trying to lose my mind.
Well I've been running and a-hiding,
Trying to lose my mind.
Ever since you told me,
That you weren't my kind.

Ah, ah, ah...
Drinking muddy water,
I don't know how long for.
I been drinking muddy water,
I don't know how long for.
Since I been running, babe,
I been treating you like a dog.

. . .


(Keith Relf)
Gone, gone away,
Gone away,
Almost nothing to do.
Gone away,
Now I'm far from you,
Though I'm alone now,
And there's nobody near,
I hush my voice,
Lest they should hear;
My prayers go up to the sky,
Deep within me I die,
I'll never cry,
No-one must see me this way.

Left, left to find,
Someone kind,
Who won't leave me behind,
Who will guide me,
When I am blind;
Soothe my brow,
When thoughts hurt my brain;
Help me love,
When faced with pain.
I long to find someone who,
Will remind me of you,
Only the black rose knows what I will do.

Silence, silence now,
Not a sound,
Stillness everywhere now,
And the trees,
To the wind gently bow,
Only visions of the past and the gloom,
And for the moment you're in the room,
And just as flowers bloom and die,
No-one watching to cry,
Only the black rose stands up to the sky.
Only the black rose stands up to the sky.
Only the black rose.

. . .


(Nilsson)
Ten little Indians,
Standing in a line.
One stood looking at another man's wife,
Then there were nine.

Nine little Indians,
Their hearts were full of hate.
One took his neighbour's goods,
Then there were eight.

Eight little Indians,
They just got down from heaven.
One told a lie about another's best friend,
Then there were seven.

Seven little Indians,
All trying to get their kicks.
One thought he'd found another way to get to heaven,
Then there were six.

Six little Indians,
Trying to stay alive.
One took another's life,
Then there were five.

Five little indians,
All trying to find the door.
One pulled his mother down,
Then there were four.

Four little Indians,
All thinking that they gotta be free.
One little Indian forgot to say his prayers,
Then there were three.

Three little Indians,
Deciding what they're gonna have to do.
One took the name of God in vain,
Then there were two.

Two little Indians,
Thinking that they oughtta have some fun.
One took a liking to a picture of himself,
Then there was one.

One little Indian,
Out looking for the sun.
At six o'clock, the moon came out,
Then there was none.

. . .


(Tony Hazzard)
Chorus
Ha! Ha! Said the clown
Has the king lost his crown,
Is the knight being tight on romance?
Ha! Ha! Said the clown
Is it bringing you down,
That you've lost your chance?

Feeling low, gotta go,
See a show in town.
Hear the jokes, have a smoke,
And a laugh at the clown.
In a whirl, see a girl,
With a smile in her eyes.
Never thought I'd be brought,
Right down by her lies.

In a trance, watch her dance,
To the beat of the drums.
Faster now, sweating brow,
I'm all the fingers and thumbs.
Wonder why I hit the sky,
When she blows me a kiss.
In a while run a mile,
I'm regretting all this.

Chorus

Time to go, close the show,
Wave the people good-bye.
Grab my coat, grab my hat,
Look that girl in the eye.
Where's your home?
What's your phone number?
Stop fooling 'round.
Could have died, she replied,
"I'm the wife of the clown."

Chorus

. . .


(Tony Hazzard)
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
She's the queen of Clapham.
Every night,
She goes out with men to trap 'em,
In her net,
Of ecstacy.
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
There's no-one else quite like you.
If Josephine could,
She'd give you her blood.
I know that she would,
Love to.

Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
We love you.

Goodnight sweet Josephine,
We love you to distraction.
Whatever she does,
The police will take no action.
They're all in love,
With Josephine.
It's right that Josephine,
Should do just as she pleases.
And whether or not,
You like what she's got,
She's guaranteed not,
To fail you.

Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
We love you.

Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
We love you.

Goodnight sweet Josephine,
Goodnight sweet Josephine,
... to fade

. . .


(Keith Relf / Jim McCarty / Jimmy Page)
When will the clouds all roll away?
When will the good people have their say?
I hope you're still round to see the day.
Take a while,
Think about it.
Take a while,
Think about it.
Take a while,
Think about it.

Who can tell what is up or down?
You can be the king or be the clown.
Then climb your tree, take a look around.
Take a while,
Think about it.
Take a while,
Think about it.
Take a while,
Think about it.

Circles of life, an infinite plane,
That which is now now will be again.
Who can decide who is insane?
Take a while,
Think about it.
Take a while,
Think about it.
Take a while,
Think about it.

. . .


(Keith Relf)
Laughed and loved, when others sang,
Their songs of love, nothing rang,
Of truth to me.
And then I did not see reality,
But now I know.

Sad in mind, I thought I'd lost,
Someone who would share the cost,
Of being here.
But now you're always near,
And I must sing.

Knowing 'bout the happiness,
Of sharing nights with you.
Knowing 'bout the loneliness,
When I'm away from you.
Knowing is another song,
But this time for you.

Always wanting things not there,
Making fun, I didn't care,
For other's dreams.
But now to me it seems,
That I was wrong.

Knowing 'bout the happiness,
Of sharing nights with you.
Knowing 'bout the loneliness,
When I'm away from you.
Knowing is another song,
But this time for you.

I see when lovers cry,
They're trying to touch the sky,
But only find,
(Their arms are only blind,
To pains of love.?)

. . .


(Bob Lind)
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains,
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters,
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river,
Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down,
Trains with white letters on black iron sides,
And white rushing water that all rolls away,
And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay.
Everyone's moving, with places to go,
And Mr Zero, he sadly stands still.
As the water goes one way, the train goes another,
Mr Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother.

Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow,
As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness.
The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn,
Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone.
Fast moving cars disappear down the highway,
With signs that say "hitch-hikers: do not disturb".
Mr Zero looks quietly up from the curb.
Morning has faded, and shadows have grown,
And Little Miss Someone is on her way home.
Mr Zero stands watching, her plane flies above,
And with frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love.

Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday,
And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall.
They all die in the air like a soft minor chord,
A vacancy sign, and a bulletin board.
Mr Zero is wrapping his jacket around him,
Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago,
But Little Miss Someone does not want to know.
The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf,
Mr Zero sits lonely and talks to himself.
It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed,
The charades are all done, Mr Zero has lost.

. . .


Shapes in my mind
My eyes are closed
The colours cry
My brain explodes
My body shrinks into my head
I must have help or I'll be dead

Please!

You've got to make be break this spell
You've got to give me all your help
You've got to stop my spinning brain
You've got to be with me again

I see your face
I see your smile
I see the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss
I can't forget
I see you standing all alone
I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn't try enough
To give you love

The love you gave
And left behind
Has dropped and burned inside my mind
I can't see out
I can't see in
I know I'm lost, I can't explain
The pain I felt is here again
I've nothing left
Is this the end?

I see your face
I see your smile
I see the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss
I can't forget
I see you standing all alone
I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn't try enough
To give you love

. . .

Blue Sands

[No lyrics]

. . .


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