Uploaded February 2009 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Track 4. 'Liamo'. From the album 'Panic'
Written by Loughty Amao, Dave Quincey
Tommy Eyre - Keyboards, Flute, Vocals
Steve Byrd - Guitar
John McCoy - Bass
Liam Genockey - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Alan Marshall - Vocals
Dave Quincey - Soprano, Alto and Tenor Saxes
Loughty Amao - Congas, Percussion, Tenor and Baritone Saxes, Flute, Vocals
Female Vocalists - Jo Newman, Kim Moore and Lesley Duncan
Produced by Ken Burgess
Engineers - Tony Tavemer, Martin Rushent and Paul Hardiman
Track 4. 'Liamo'. From the album 'Panic'
Written by Loughty Amao, Dave Quincey
Tommy Eyre - Keyboards, Flute, Vocals
Steve Byrd - Guitar
John McCoy - Bass
Liam Genockey - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Alan Marshall - Vocals
Dave Quincey - Soprano, Alto and Tenor Saxes
Loughty Amao - Congas, Percussion, Tenor and Baritone Saxes, Flute, Vocals
Female Vocalists - Jo Newman, Kim Moore and Lesley Duncan
Produced by Ken Burgess
Engineers - Tony Tavemer, Martin Rushent and Paul Hardiman
![City, Country, City [Part 1] - WAR
Track 3. City, Country, City. [Part 1] from the album The World Is A Ghetto by War.
·Howard Scott: Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
·B.B. Dickerson: Bass, Percussion, Vocals
·Lonnie Jordan: Organ, Piano, Timbales, Percussion, Vocals
·Harold Brown: Drums, Percussion, Vocals
·Papa Dee Allen: Conga, Bongos, Percussion, Vocals
·Charles Miller: Clarinet, Alto, Tenor & Baritone Saxes, Percussion, Vocals
·Lee Oskar: Harmonica, Percussion, Vocals
Produced by Jerry Goldstein in Association with Lonnie Jordan & Howard Scott
Engineer: Chris Hutton
N.B. This track was disabled immediately after upload. Now a year and a day later, as of Jan 21st 2010, the copyright block has been rolled back, nice! :-)
Addendum: Whats going on here? I can hear this track now, since it was rolled back as I described. I think Im the only one who can though. Can anyone else hear or see this video still? I dont think so!?
UPDATE : Oct 23rd 2010 ~ 39 views. Audio block removed/rolled back, nice!
Update continued 10th May 2011.... by the end of Oct 2010 it was blocked by WMG again and still is to date :- ~ [68 views]
UPDATE: 24th October 2012 ~ 166 views...... audio block (appears) to have been removed/rolled back 13th May 2012
~ [Many thanks, to the copyright owners/administrators WMG and/or EMI, for when they allow this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ City, Country, City [Part 1] - WAR](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/eNPnspw2oBw/mqdefault.jpg)

![Shackles & Chains - Steppenwolf
Track 3. Shackles & Chains. From the album For Ladies Only.
Written by John Kay
John Kay - vocals, guitar
Kent Henry - lead guitar
George Biondo - vocals, bass
Goldy McJohn - keyboards
Jerry Edmonton - drums
Richard Podolor - producer
Bill Cooper - engineer
♪♫ Take what you got to give and let it shine
Take what you got to give but leave me mine
Nobody likes you the way that I could
Aaaah for you, Id dive to the bottom
Dont you know I surely would
Can you hear me callin late at night when love comes tumblin down
Slidin in the kitchen late at night, hear me stumblin around
Someday youll want me the way I want you
Aaaah and then Ill climb through your mountains if you really want me to
Dont hold your knife so close to my head
Ill hide all the shackles and chains on my bed
I know Im a rounder, its hard to forget
After all the little playful things Ive done
Now if you believe me, then let us be kind
Well sit down together and talk over wine
If you show me your game, then Ill show you mine
Til our shadows fade beneath the rising sun
Can you hear me callin late at night when love comes tumblin down
Slidin in the kitchen late at night, hear me stumblin around
Nobody likes you the way that I could
Aaaah for you, Id dive to the bottom
Dont you know I surely would
Dont hold your knife so close to my head
Ill hide all the shackles and chains on my bed
I know Im a rounder, its hard to forget
After all the little playful things Ive done
Now if you believe me, then let us be kind
Well sit down together and talk over wine
If you show me your game, then Ill show you mine
Til our shadows fade beneath the rising sun ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Shackles & Chains - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/efGSfZup30k/mqdefault.jpg)
![Renegade Steppenwolf
Track 4. Renegade. From the album 7.
Written by Goldie McJohn, George Biondo and John Kay
George Biondo - Bass, Vocals (Background)
Larry Byrom - Guitar, Vocals (Background)
Goldy McJohn - Keyboards
John Kay - Guitar, Vocals, Guitar (Electric), Harmonica
Jerry Edmonton - Drums
Richard Podolar - Producer, Engineer
Bill Cooper - Engineer
♪♫ My birthplace would be hard to find
It changed so many times
Im not sure where it belongs
But they tell me the Baltic coast is full of amber
And the land was green
Before the tanks came
One day I learned just how it used to be
The devils curse brought the whole world to its knees
And it was Hey you, keep your head down
Dont look around, please dont make a sound
If they should find you now
The Man will shoot you down
Its a mighty long way out of the darkness
To where the sun is free to shine
Oh! The truck came by to put us in the back
And left us where the railroad tracks cross the line
Then the border guide took us by the hand
And led us thru the hole into the promise land beyond
And I can hear him now
Whispering soft and low
When you get to the other side
Just run like hell
I thought I had a quiet place
Where I could learn how to catch my childhood dreams
But on my left and to my right they keep on shouting
While Im just stuck here in between
Lord! Im tried of running and I dont believe I can
I can hear them calling time and time again
And its Hey you, keep your head down
Dont look around, please, dont make a sound
If they should find you now
The Man will shoot you down ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [ Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube ] ~ ☺ Renegade Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/f2lRcxlYx40/mqdefault.jpg)


![The Winter Of The Long Hot Summer - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy
Track 5. The Winter Of The Long Hot Summer. From the album Hypocrisy Is The Greatest Luxury.
Written by M. Franti / M. Pistel / W. Badarou
♪♫ It all seemed so idiotic
all the accusations of unpatriotic
The fall well always remember,
capitulating silence election November
before the winter
of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
we raised the oil pressure
and waited for the weather
to get much better
for the new wind to blow in the storm
We tried to remember the history in the region
the French foreign legion, Imperialism,
Peter OToole and hate the Ayatollah
were all we learned in school
Not that we gave Hussein five billion
Not of our new bed partner the Syrian
and of course no mention
of the Palestine situation
It was amazing how they steamrolled
They said eighty percent approval
but there was no one that I knew polled
No one had a reason for being in the Gulf
We waited for congress to speak up
illegal build up
But no one would wake up
Our representatives were Milli Vanillis
for corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly Hillbillies
With perfect timing
the politicians rhyming their sentiments
so nicely oil gold and sand
my sediments precisely....
We regretfully support the lunacy
Im afraid there is no time for more scrutiny
National unity preserve our community
Teflon® election opportunities
were in profundant abundance
On January second the Bush administration
announced a recession had stricken the Nation
the highest quarterly earnings in ten years
were posted by Chevron®
Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands
as the deadline in the sand came to an end
so much for the peace dividend
one billion a day is what we spent
and our grandchildren will pay for it til the end
When schools are unfunded
and kids dont get their diplomas
they get used for gun boat diplomacy
disproportionately black or brown we see
bullet catchers for the slave master
Then the conservatives called up reservists
to active service left families nervous
but more importantly broke nine hundred a month
but the check came late, army red tape you see,
this golden opportunity
We watched the tube and read the newspaper
The propaganda of the gas masked raper
was the proper slander to whip up the hatred
The stage was lit and the lights were all faded
The pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited and
generals masturbated
til the fifteenth two days later they invaded
Not a single t.v. station expressed dissension or
hardly made mention to the censorship of information
from our kinder and gentler nation
blinder and mentaler retardation
DISORIENTATION
The pilots said their bombs lit Baghdad
like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
they didnt mention any casualties
no distinction between the real
and the proxy
only football analogies
We saw the bomb hole
We watched the Super Bowl
We saw the scud missile
We watched Bud® commercials
We saw the yellow ribbons
Saw pilots in prison
We never saw films of the dead...at eleven
Angela Davis addressed the spectators
and shouting above a rumbling generator said
if they insist on bringing us down
then lets shut the whole country down
Marching through the downtown
A hundred thousand became participants
and we heard the drums of millions off in the distance
rushing through the cities
some of them did things that werent so pretty
most were there for primal scream therapy
news men concentrated
on the negative liked the jingoists more
peaceful protesters ended up on
the cutting room floor
Nintendo® casualties of the ratings war
More bombs dropped than in World War II
or in both Asian invasions,
new world order persuasion,
Business as usual for our nation
Could you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead,
the city of Stockton coffins locked in
when we clocked in...not to mention civilians
The loss of life on both sides
pushed the limits of resilience
The scent of blood in our nostrils
fuel of the fossil land of apostle
The blackness that covered the sky
was not the only thing that
brought a tear to the eye or
the taste of anger to the tongues
of those too young to remember
Vietnam
Is heroin better in a veterans mind
than the memory of the dying laying in a line
Is it the smell or the shadows heaving and weeping
that keeps the soldier from sleeping
as he sings the orphans lullaby
When the soldiers put down their bayonets
the strings are chained to the marionettes
Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet
we replace the dead with new cadets
will we hate those who did the shelling
or will we hate those who werent willing
to do the killing
when the leaders of the bald eagles come home to roost
will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness
for our deliverance from evil
or will we sing a song of sadness
for the dreaded debt this mess
delivered us PEOPLE ♪♫
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ The Winter Of The Long Hot Summer - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/goPgnIpz_0w/mqdefault.jpg)
![Tempus Fugit (Live) - YES ~ Tour 2009 @ Birmingham Symphony Hall, UK
Third number of their 12 song + 2 encore set
16th November 2009, Birmingham Symphony Hall.
Originally from the Drama album [1980]
~ Tempus Fugit ~
Written by Downes/Squire/Howe/White/Horn
2009 Tour Line up:
Benoit David - Lead Vocals
Steve Howe - Guitar
Oliver Wakeman - Keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass
Alan White - Drums
♪♫ Born in the night
She would run like a leopard
That freaks at the sight
Of a mind close beside herself
And the nearer I came
How the country would change
She was using the landscape
To hide herself.
More in the mind
Than the body this feeling
A sense at the end
Of a circular line
That is drawn at an angle
I see when Im with you
To navigate waters and finally answer to-yes.
If you were there you would want to be near me
Innocence, you could hold all the materials
And though nothing would really be living
It would shock Your fall into landing light
In the north sky time flies fast to the morning
The cold of the dawn it meant nothing to us
You were keeping your best situation
An answer to-yes
(Yes, Yes) And the moment I see you
(Yes, Yes) Its so good to be near you
(Yes, Yes) And the feeling you give me
(Yes, Yes) Makes me want to be with you
(Yes, Yes) From the moment you tell me - yes
If you could see all the roads I have travelled
Towards some unusable last equilibrium
Run like an athlete and die like a dead beaten speed-freak
An answer to all of your answers to-yes
In the north sky time flies faster than morning
The cold of the dawn it meant nothing to us
You were keeping your best situation
An answer to Yes
(Yes, Yes) And the moment I see you
(Yes, Yes) Its so good to be near you
(Yes, Yes) And the feeling you give me
(Yes, Yes) Makes me want to be with you
(Yes, Yes) If we wait for an answer
(Yes, Yes) Will the silence be broken
(Yes, Yes) Should we wait for an answer
(Yes, Yes) Do we leave it unspoken
(Yes Yes Yes Yes . . .) ♪♫ Tempus Fugit (Live) - YES ~ Tour 2009 @ Birmingham Symphony Hall, UK](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hIWXKFeXNNQ/mqdefault.jpg)
![And You And I (Live) - {second part} - YES ~ Tour 2009 @ Birmingham Symphony Hall, UK
Seventh number (posted in two parts) of their 12 song + 2 encore set
16th November 2009, Birmingham Symphony Hall.
Originally from the Close To The Edge album [1972]
~ And You And I ~ (second part)
Written by Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire
2009 Tour Line up:
Benoit David - Lead Vocals
Steve Howe - Guitar
Oliver Wakeman - Keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass
Alan White - Drums
I. Cord Of Life
♪♫ A man conceived a moments answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Turn round tailor, Coins and
Assaulting all the mornings of the Crosses
Interest shown, Never know
Presenting one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
To close the cover, the mother earth.
All the interest shown, They wont
To turn one another, to the sign Hide, hold, they wont
At the time Tell you, watching the world,
To float your climb. Watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.
II. Eclipse
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.
III. The Preacher the Teacher
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
Therell be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.
I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, well agree, well accept, well immortalise
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.
IV. Apocalypse
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas ♪♫ And You And I (Live) - {second part} - YES ~ Tour 2009 @ Birmingham Symphony Hall, UK](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hTla5pPLXDk/mqdefault.jpg)
![Hot Pants Finale (Live) - James Brown
Track 13. (disc 2) Hot Pants Finale [Live]. From the compliation album Make It Funky - the big payback: 1971-1975.
Recorded July 26th, 1971, Apollo Theater, New York, NY.
Released 1996
Written by James Brown / Fred Wesley
Arranged & Produced by James Brown
James Brown: Vocals
Jerone Jasaan Sanford, Russell Crimes: Trumpets
Fred Wesley: Trombone
Jimmy Parker: Alto Saxophone
St. Clair Pinckney: Tenor Saxophone
Hearlon Cheese Martin, Robert Coleman: Guitars
Fred Thomas: Bass
John Jabo Starks: Drums
John Morgan: Tambourine
Danny Ray: emcee
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Hot Pants Finale (Live) - James Brown](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/huPiKFx7BJw/mqdefault.jpg)
![Black Pit - Steppenwolf
Track 8. Black Pit. From the album For Ladies Only.
Written by Kent Henry, Goldy McJohn
John Kay - vocals, guitar
Kent Henry - lead guitar
George Biondo - vocals, bass
Goldy McJohn - keyboards
Jerry Edmonton - drums
Richard Podolor - producer
Bill Cooper - engineer
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Black Pit - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/i9PfrbScLi0/mqdefault.jpg)