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Should Foremanrules get a job?
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wetnwild said:
I have a big job for you......wetnwild said:We all know that Formanrules doesn't work. Should he go for the Guinness
book of record for th:bounce: e most posts ever in under a year's time?
you don't wear braces do you???
Be nice to the pretty lady you guys.
Is she your sister Foreman?
She looks...um....interesting, almost like your older brother.
Thats a great CD, my older brother is a big fan of theirs.P-funk said:
WHO ARE YOU
Released on MCA 3050
Released in August, 1978.
Produced by Glyn Johns and Jon Astley
Album Reached #2 in the US charts
The single "Who Are You" #14.
Extra musicians: Andy Fairweather- Low & Rod Argent
The irony of the album Keith was in a chair labeled
"Not To Be Taken Away"
Keith passed away September 7, 1978
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Side One
NEW SONG
(Pete Townshend) © 1978 Towser Tunes, Inc. (adm. by Longitude Music Co.) BMI.
???New Song??? was recorded at Ramport Studios, Battersea on October 24 and 27, 1977
and features background vocals by Andy Fairweather-Low and Billy Nichols.
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
(John Entwistle) © 1978 Hot Red Music-BMI
Recorded at Olympic Studios in December. The string arrangement is by composer Ted Astley, Poses father-in-law, and was recorded at Ramport on September 30. Rod Argent plays synthesizer and backing vocals are by Michael and Billy Nichols. Unusually Roger sings a song by John. ???Writing for Roger let me get more material on the album,??? says Entwistle. ???If I sang or had written these songs for me to sing, they wouldn???t have got on. That was the main problem with The Who.???
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
(John Entwistle) © 1978 Hot Red Music-BMI
Recorded at Ramport and RAK Studios, St. John???s Wood, in March 1978.
This song was composed and prepared on one of the first multiphonic Polymoog synthesizers at John???s studio in Ealing.
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
(Pete Townshend) © 1978 Towser Tunes, Inc. (adm. by Longitude Music Co.) BMI.
Recorded at Ramport and Goring Studios during October, 1977.
The synthesizer track is the result of hours of programming on Townshend???s ARP 2500 synthesizer.
???It isn???t quite Kraftwerk.??? he wrote in ???92, ???but in 1976 I don???t think they were doing it much better.???
Sister Disco was performed regularly on stage when The Who toured with Kenney Jones on drums.
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
(Pete Townshend) © 1978 Towser Tunes, Inc. (adm. by Longitude Music Co.) BMI.
Recorded at Pete???s own studio in Goring-On- Thames and overdubbed by The Who at Ramport Studios in April 1978.
This mix contains different guitar parts than those on the original MCA release.
Keith plays cymbals only. During his failed attempts to tackle this tune???s 6/8 time signature, the drummer exclaimed:
???I know this is shit, but even though It's shit I am still the best...the best Keith Moon-type drummer in the world!???
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 1
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
SIDE TWO
TRICK OF THE LIGHT
(John Entwistle) © 1978 Hot Red Music-BMI
Recorded at RAK Studios on March 13 and 14, 1978.
The guitar-like assault throughout is actually John???s heavily distorted eight-string Alembic bass.
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
(Pete Townshend) © 1978 Towser Tunes, Inc. (adm. by Longitude Music Co.) BMI.
Recorded at Ramport and RAK Studios in March 1978.
Pete and Rod Argent both play keyboards.
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 X8
Never spend your guitar or your pen
LOVE IS COMING DOWN
(Pete Townshend) © 1978 Towser Tunes, Inc. (adm. by Longitude Music Co.) BMI.
Recorded at Rampart Studios on October 18. 1977.
Ted Astley's strings were added in December.
Surrounded by people
A real heavy crowd
But inside I still feel lonely now
Should I get away
From the high heels so proud
Is there something different life can show me now
First chance - I blew it, I better start it all again
Second chance - Ooh, I knew it wouldn't be as easy as they said
Third chance - I'm cut up, life's like a razor's edge
Fourth chance - Ooh, I'm all shut up and I'm standing on the ledge
And I'm goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Ooh, down
I'm not a loser
But did I really win?
Can I afford to go through it all again?
I hope I don't sound
As immature as I feel
But when I get wise, I'll give you a call, my friend
First chance - I blew it, I better start it all again
Second chance - Ooh, I knew it wouldn't be as easy as they said
Third chance - I'm cut up, life's like a razor's edge
Fourth chance - I'm all shut up and I'm standing on the ledge
Now I'm goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Ooh, down (down)
Love is coming down on me, ooh yeah
Love is burning, teaching, turning out in me
Love is coming down, down
Down, down
Down, down
I'm not a loser
But did I really win?
I'm lookin' forward to doin' it all again
WHO ARE YOU
(Pete Townshend) © 1978 Towser Tunes, Inc. (adm. by Longitude Music Co.) BMI.
Demo'd by Pete at his Goring studio in June and recorded by The Who at Ramport in October, 1977.
Rod Argent and Pete play keyboards and Andy Fairweather-Low contributed background vocals.
An edited version of ' Who Are You' was released as a single in July, 1978.
It reached #18 in the U.K. charts and #14 in the U.S.
The film footage of the band apparently recording this song was filmed at Ramport Studios in June.1978.
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "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
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Come on tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Ah, who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Whoooooooo are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
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I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Come on tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Come on tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Come on, come on, who? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Ah, who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Ah tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who........)
I really wanna know (Who........)
Oh I really wanna know (Who........)
Come on tell me, who are you? (Who........)
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I like that band.
I voted No.
Foreman is my favorite poster. He has an interesting personality and can discuss a lot of different topics.
His pics rock, also.
Stay!!
Foreman is my favorite poster. He has an interesting personality and can discuss a lot of different topics.
His pics rock, also.
Stay!!
Why don't you work? Lazy? Rich parents? How do you pay for stuff?
topolo said:
i feel some baby mama drama coming on
