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Bonus Track 12. 'Cry Me A River (Instrumental)'. From the 'Emotion & Commotion' album (Japanese edition).
Written by Arthur Hamilton.
Produced, Engineered & Mixed by: Steve Lipson.
Additional Engineering by: Tim Weidner, Edd Hartwell, Sam Farr, Niko Bolas, Niall Acott, Graham Archer, Steve Price & Alan Branch.
Drums - Earl Harvin
Bass - Chris Bruce
Keyboards - Pete Murray
The Official Jeff Beck web site:
jeffbeck.com
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Bonus Track 12. 'Cry Me A River (Instrumental)'. From the 'Emotion & Commotion' album (Japanese edition).
Written by Arthur Hamilton.
Produced, Engineered & Mixed by: Steve Lipson.
Additional Engineering by: Tim Weidner, Edd Hartwell, Sam Farr, Niko Bolas, Niall Acott, Graham Archer, Steve Price & Alan Branch.
Drums - Earl Harvin
Bass - Chris Bruce
Keyboards - Pete Murray
The Official Jeff Beck web site:
jeffbeck.com
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners WMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺
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![Eccentric Man - Groundhogs
Track 9. Eccentric Man. From the album Thank Christ For The Bomb
Written by Tony (T.S.) McPhee
Tony McPhee - Vocals, Guitar
Pete Cruickshank - Bass
Ken Pustelnik - Drums
Produced by Tony (T.S.) McPhee
Engineer - Martin Birch
♪♫ My chest is a 36, my overcoat is for a 42.
My trousers end 6 inches from the ground, 3 inches from my shoe,
Tied up with a piece of string and held together with fish-bone glue.
Call me an eccentric man, I dont believe I am
Call me an eccentric man, I dont believe I am.
My bed is a park bench and my sheet and blankets are newspaper pages.
The people think Im crazy, but I know Im wiser than all the sages,
cos I have money they think that Im a fool for doing what I do, but I know its right.
Call me an eccentric man, I dont believe I am
Call me an eccentric man, I dont believe I am.
If ever I want to I can have the comfort of my country home.
But until that time Im quite content to have walls made [out] of gravestones,
a carpet of moss, a ceiling of sky and a brown rat for a watch-dog.
Call me an eccentric man, I dont believe I am
Call me an eccentric man, I dont believe I am ♪♫
http://www.thegroundhogs.co.uk/
The Official Site of Tony TS McPhee & The Groundhogs Eccentric Man - Groundhogs](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sq1lqTrEP8w/mqdefault.jpg)
![Raven - Slade
Track 1. Raven. From the album Play It Loud
Written by Lea/Holder/Powell
Noddy Holder - lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Dave Hill - lead guitar
Jim Lea - bass guitar, violin
Don Powell - drums
Chas Chandler - producer
George Chkiantz - engineer
Anton Mathews - mixing engineer
♪♫ Tell raven that its fatal
Chasing everything that glitters
Coloured pieces chattering doesnt miss a single thing
Gold and silver body stone never leaves a thing alone
[Chorus]
Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower
Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight
Often youll see the raven
Flapping wings and calling loudly
He doesnt care what others feel thinks he has the right to steal
Gold and silver body stone never leaves a thing alone
[Chorus]
[Break]
[Chorus] ♪♫
~ [ Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube ] ~ ☺ Raven - Slade](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sxVc3ZS1BTc/mqdefault.jpg)
![Gonna Run - Ten Years After
Track 6. Gonna Run. From the album Watt.
Written by A. Lee
Alvin Lee - Guitar and Vocals
Leo Lyons - Bass
Chick Churchill - Keyboard
Ric Lee - Drums
Engineer - Andy Johns
Assistant Engineer - Chris Kimsey
♪♫ Gonna run, running from the city
Gonna run, running to the country
Gonna run, running from the city
Gotta ease my aching mind, oh yeah
Gonna hide, hiding from the smoke fumes
Gonna hide, sing myself some new tunes
Gonna hide, hiding from the smoke fumes
Gotta clean myself inside, oh yeah
Gonna run, runnin from the ego
Gonna run, to find out where the free go
Gonna run, runnin from the ego
I want to free myself inside, oh yeah
Run, run, run, Im running
Yes, Im running, baby
Running all night long
Baby, Im running
Keep on running
Yeah, time is flying
Yeah, time is gone
Yes, Im running, Im running, Im running
Gotta keep trying ♪♫
~ [ Many thanks to the copyright owners EMI for allowing this to be heard on YouTube ] ~ ☺ Gonna Run - Ten Years After](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/szBBWxp1PjY/mqdefault.jpg)
![Bitching - The Stranglers
Track 2. Bitching. From the album No More Heroes
Hugh Cornwell: Guitars & Vocals
Jean-Jacques Burnel: Bass & Vocals
Dave Greenfield: Keyboards & Vocals
Jet Black: Drums & Percussion
Produced by Martin Rushent
Engineer: Alan Winstanley
♪♫ Bitching bout the things weve seen
Bitching bout the things weve been
Bitching bout the loves weve had
My oh my it wasnt so bad
When we had that to loosen our minds
Hey little baby in the front row be kind
Bar bitching: telling you the gospel truth
Bar bitching: why dont you all go get screwed?
Bar bitching: why dont you tell me something new?
Bar bitching: Bar bitching
Bitching bout the Windsor C
Bitching bout the Western Sea
Why cant you all be like a Grainger man?
Or be even a Pheland man?
Ill tell you what well meet in Amsterdam
Yeah then youll see what should be really can
Bar bitching: telling you the gospel truth
Bar bitching: why dont you all go get screwed?
Bar bitching: why dont you tell me something new?
Bar bitching: Bar bitching Thats what Im talking about
Got anything to say
No
Well shut up
Theres a place with a lot of eyes
Strange smoke perfume around the peacock guys
And the girls they move their heat
To the impulsive compulsive beat
But thats another place another time
Maybe well meet there in quite a short while
Bar bitching: telling you the gospel truth
Bar bitching: why dont you all go get screwed?
Bar bitching: why dont you tell me something new?
Bar bitching
I really dont know what to say
Its gonna happen to us all one day
And when it does you could have me too
But until then I really dont know what to do
Im just gonna keep on
Bar bitching: telling you the gospel truth
Bar bitching: why dont you all go get screwed?
Bar bitching: why dont you tell me something new?
Bar bitching
Bar bitching [x4] ♪♫ Bitching - The Stranglers](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/th8wu7nUlEA/mqdefault.jpg)

![Starship Trooper (Live) {first part} - YES @ Birmingham Symphony Hall, UK
Second encore of their 12 song + 2 encore set
16th November 2009, Birmingham Symphony Hall.
Originally from The Yes Album [1971]
~ Starship Trooper ~ (first part)
Written by Anderson/Squire/Howe
2009 Tour Line up:
Benoit David - Lead Vocals
Steve Howe - Guitar
Oliver Wakeman - Keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass
Alan White - Drums
♪♫ I. Life Seeker
Anderson
Sister Bluebird flying high above,
Shine your wings forward to the sun.
Hide the mystries of life on your way.
Though youve seen them, please dont say a word.
What you dont know, I have never heard.
Starship Trooper, go sailing on by,
Catch my soul, catch the very light.
Hide the moment from my eager eye.
Though youve seen them, please dont tell a soul.
What you cant see, cant be very whole.
Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember,
The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughter that,
Knew the knowledge of the land, that spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.
Mother life, hold firmly on to me.
Catch my knowledge higher than the day.
Lose as much as only you can show.
Though youve seen them, please dont say a word.
What I dont know, I have never shared.
II. Disillusion
Squire
Loneliness is a powr that we possess to give or take away forever.
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts there shown before you.
Take what I say in a diffrent way and its easy to say
that this is all confusion.
As I see a new day in me, I can also show it you and you may follow.
Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember,
The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughter that,
Knew the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways ♪♫ Starship Trooper (Live) {first part} - YES @ Birmingham Symphony Hall, UK](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uMxaCH7SuVI/mqdefault.jpg)
![Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf
Track 13. Born To Be Wild. From the album Steppenwolf - Live -
Written by Mars Bonfire (a.k.a. Dennis Edmonton)
Larry Byrom - Guitar
Jerry Edmonton - Drums
John Kay - Vocals, Guitar
Goldy McJohn - Keyboards
Nick St. Nicholas - Bass
Produced by Gabriel Mekler
Engineered by Tom Gundelfinger
♪♫ Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way
Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that Im under
Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space
Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uOt8_LmGRIg/mqdefault.jpg)

![Language Of Violence - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy
Track 4. Language Of Violence. From the album Hypocrisy Is The Greatest Luxury.
Written by M. Franti
Hiphoprisy is:
Michael Franti & Rono Tse
Musicians:
Michael Franti - Vocals
Rono Tse - Angle Grinder, Tire Rims, Chains, Break Drums, Electronic Springs, Sheet Metal & Steel Drums
Programming and Musical Arrangements by Mark Pistel & Michael Franti
Mixed by Jack Dangers, Mark Pistel
Engineered by Mark Spliffler Pistel, John Baker
Post production engineering by Jeff Mann
♪♫ The first day of school was always the hardest
The first day of school the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet
the voices haunted
Walking in with his thin skin lowered chin
He knew the names that they would taunt him with
Faggot sissy punk queen queer
Although hed never had sex in his 15 years
And when they harassed him it was for a reason
And when they provoked him it became open season
for the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunder
that pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder
It kind of makes you wonder
how one can hurt another
But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
Its like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most conscious
and calculating violator
Words can reduce a person to an object,
something more easy to hate
An inanimate entity, completely disposable,
no problem to obliterate
[CHORUS:]
But death is the silence
in this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
in this cycle of violence
death is the silence
Its tough to be young, the young long to be tougher
When we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougher
Abused by their fathers but was at home though
so to prove to each other that they were not homos
The exclamation of the phobic fury
executioner, judge and jury
The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere
Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare and a numb cold
stare
On the way home it was back to name calling
Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and
they reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him
But it wasnt a game when they up jumped and grounded him
They picked up their bats with their muscles straining
and they decided they were gonna beat this fellas brain in
with an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didnt hear him screaming, they didnt hear him pleading
They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding
in a pool of red til all tears were shed
and his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head
DEAD....
[CHORUS]
You wont see the face til the eyelids drop
You wont hear the screaming until it stops
[2x]
The boys parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him
She was mad she had no form of retaliation
The pack didnt have to worry about being on a hitlist
But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness
to this senseless crime, right place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time
The first day of prison was always the hardest
The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet
the voices haunted
Faggot, sissy, punk, queen, queer
Words he used before had a new meaning in here
As a group of men in front of him laughing came near
for the first time in his life the young bully felt fear
Hed never been on this side of the name calling
Five against one they had his back up against the wall and
he had never questioned his own sexuality
but this group of men didnt hesitate in their reality
with an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didnt hear him screaming
They didnt hear him pleading
They took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner
The giant reduced to jack horner
But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
Its like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most conscious
and calculating violator
The power of words, dont take it for granted
when you hear a man ranting
Dont just read the lips, be more sublime than this
Put everything in context, is this a tale of rough justice
in a land where theres no justice at all ?
Who is really the victim ? Or are we all the cause, and victim of it
all ?
[CHORUS]
You wont see the face til the eyelids drop
You wont hear the screaming until it stops
[2x] ♪♫
Note: This album is dedicated to Tahan K. Jones, the first African-American conscientious objector from the Iraqi slaughter, and to all others who refused to kill or be killed in the name of the New World Order, and to the infamy of those who did and were.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Language Of Violence - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uxxI08rG2Io/mqdefault.jpg)
![The Night Times For You - Steppenwolf
Track 5. The Night Times For You. From the album For Ladies Only.
Written by Mars Bonfire, Morgan Cavett
John Kay - vocals, guitar
Kent Henry - lead guitar
George Biondo - vocals, bass
Goldy McJohn - keyboards
Jerry Edmonton - drums
Richard Podolor - producer
Bill Cooper - engineer
♪♫ Youre hair hangs under black silk
The gown you wear blows in the wind
Youre one of the devils best friends
Your burning eyes are doin me in
The Night Times for you, yeah
The Night Times for you
You think up evil and sin
And take away everything that I own
Talk in symbols and signs
That goes beyond anything that Ive known
The Night Times for you, yeah
The Night Times for you
The Night Times for you
Now The Night Times for you
Does the night give you power just to rule over me
Ive been waiting for the hour til your chains set me free
Set me free, set me free, yeah..yeah..
The full moon shines in your eye, the bell toll
Keeps ringin the hour
The birds you keep, scream to be free
And like a bird Im under your power
The Night Times for you, yeah
The Night Times for you
The Night Times for you, yeah
The Night Times for you
Does the night give you power just to rule over me
Ive been waiting for the hour til your chains set me free
Set me free, set me free, yeah..yeah..
The Night Times for you..... ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ The Night Times For You - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/v94YepmP5OY/mqdefault.jpg)
