WHO ARE YOU NEW SONG -------- (Townshend) You need a new song I'll set the words up so they tear right at your soul Don't take me too long But there's a danger that I'll plagiarize something old My fingers kill me as I play my guitar 'Cause I've been chewing down at my nails My hairline ain't exactly superstar But there's one thing that never fails This never fails I write the same old song with a few new lines And everybody wants to cheer it I write the same old song you heard a good few times Admit you really want to hear it Whenever I see you You always treat me like I'm some kind of perfect man Just 'cause I please you You explain, but you don't think I can understand My head is spinning as I scrawl with my pen 'Cause I've been pouring vodka in my soul Nothing really ever changes my friend New lamps for old New lamps for old We sing the same old song, just like a vintage car You can look but you won't ever drive it We drink the same old wine from a brand new jar We get hung over, but we always survive it Turn on the radio Love is proclaimed Again and again and again Join in and sing Now, don't be ashamed Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain Let it rain We hum the same old lines to a different crowd And everybody wants to cheer it We run on endless time to reach a higher cloud But we never ever seem to get near it We sing the same old song HAD ENOUGH ---------- (Entwistle) I've had enough of bein' nice I've had enough of right and wrong I've had enough of tryin' to love my brother I've had enough of bein' good And doin' everything like i'm told I should If you need a lover, you'd better find another Life is for the living Takers never giving Suspicion takes the place of trust My love is turning into lust If you get on the wrong side of me you better run for cover I've had enough of bein' trodden on My passive days are gonna be long gone If you slap one cheek, well, I ain't gonna turn the other Life is for the living Takers never giving Fooling no one but ourselves Good is dying Here comes the end Here comes the end of the world I'm gettin' sick of this universe Ain't gonna get better; it's gonna get worse And the world's gonna sink with the weight of the human race Hate and fear in every face I'm gettin' ready and I've packed my case If you find somewhere better, can you save my place? Fooling no one but ourselves Love is dying Here comes the end Here comes the end Here comes the end of the world 905 --- (Entwistle) 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 SISTER DISCO ------------ (Townshend) As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile from the bite of the wind Watched the fresh fall of snow I knew then that my life took a turn I felt strong and secure And with adhesive tape over my nose I felt almost demure Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye Sister Disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye Sister Disco My dancing's left you behind Goodbye, now you're solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind Bye, goodbye Sister Disco, Now I go I go where the music where the music fits my soul And I, I will never let go, I'll never let go 'Til the echo of the street fight has dissolved I will choose nightmares and cold stormy seas I will take over your grief and disease I'll stay beside you and comfort your soul When you are lonely and broken and old Now I walk with a man in my face Ooh, a woman in my hair I've got you all lookin' out though my eyes My feet are a prayer Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye Sister Disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye Sister Disco My dancing's left you behind Goodbye, now you're solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind MUSIC MUST CHANGE ----------------- (Townshend) Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poison's derange The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams I realize now it was really the sound of your screams But death always leads into life But the street fighter swallows the knife Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged? The music must change It's gets higher and higher Smouldering like leaves in the sun Then it bursts into fire Its rhythm grows strong It's so new and so strange Like bells in the clouds, then again The music must change But is this song so different? Am I doing it all again? It may have been done before But then music's an open door Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poison's derange The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change TRICK OF THE LIGHT ------------------ (Entwistle) Wide awake in the middle of the night I wonder how she's feelin' Is it just a trick of the light Or is her ceiling peeling? She's sitting up in bed, shakin' her head At a copy of "True Confessions" Ooh, it must seem like a fairy tale To a woman of her profession But was I all right? (was I all right?) Did I take you to the height of ecstasy? Was I all right? (was I all right?) Did a shadow of emotion cross your face Or was it just another trick of the light? But was I all right? (was I all right?) Did I take you to the height of ecstasy? Was I all right? (was I all right?) Did a shadow of emotion cross your face Or was it just another trick of the light? Come on, tell me What's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this? They don't make girls like you no more And I'd like to get to know you On closer terms than this But I guess you've heard it all before Lady of the night Won't you steal away with me? Lady of the night Won't you steal away with me? The money's lyin' on the floor, she looks at me Shakes her head and sighs Out of time, out the door Red light shinin' in my eyes But was I all right? (was I all right?) Did I take you to the height of ecstasy? Was I all right? (was I all right?) Did a shadow of emotion cross your face All right? But was I all right? All right? GUITAR AND PEN -------------- (Townshend) 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 LOVE IS COMING DOWN ------------------- (Townshend) Surrounded by people A real heavy crowd But inside I still feel lonely now Should I get away