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ROUGH MIX

Produced by Glyn Johns
Recorded at Olympic Studios, London
Musicians: Pete Townshend, Ron Lane, Henry Spinetti, Peter Hope-Evans, Eric Clapton,
Graham Lyle, Benny Gallagher, Charlie Hart, Dave Marquee, Mel Collins, Ian Stewert,
Julia Diggle, Edwin Astley, Tony Gilbert, Charles Vorsanger, Steve Shingles, Chris Green, Chris Lawrence, John Entwisle, Billy Nichols.

MIX ONE


My Baby Gives It Away/April Fool
Released on MCA-40818 1977. (USA)
Stock copies are hard to find!!!!


MY BABY GIVES IT AWAY

My baby wakes in the deep of the night.
She doesn't need it , but she says it's all right.
My baby digs it, just a Rollin' away.
My baby gives it up every day.
My baby gives it, she gives it away.
My baby gives it up every day.
My baby. She just gives it away.

When you're alone in some city hotel,
You can get company by ringing a bell.
You might go pick up a girl on the street,
But my baby gives it up totally free.
My baby's counting, won't cause you alarm.
My baby's brother never break a your arm.
My baby ha, ha, I love her.

She's cheep.
ooooooooo yeah.
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby.

You better buy yourself an new pair of shoes.
And walk for a lifetime on that bad news
You better buy an electric guitar.
There's no better way to beat the blues.
I beat em.

My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby.

She give it way, every day, everyway.
My baby just gives it away.

My baby's momma is a singular girl
She brought up her daughter and brought her up well.
I'm breathing no more, 'cause she took it away.
My baby gives it up every day.
My baby gives it, she gives it away.
My baby gives it up every day.

My baby
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby,
My baby.

How I love her.  Yeah.
My baby, my baby, she just gives it away.
My baby, my baby, she just gives it away.
My baby, my baby, gives it away.
Let me tell you, my baby, she just give it away.
My baby, every day
My baby gives it up every day
My baby give it
Just gives it away.

NOWHERE TO RUN

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drive is slow and for this dream never ends
All my family and all my friends know there's nowhere to run

In the morning they head for the sun
Leave your shadows behind whatcha done
I have tried but I never have won
Because there's no where to run

Michael's rowing?
Where she's going?
What's she saying?
But that's right, yeah that's right
Don't starve old sailor long since been dead
Smoking his pipe and he's scratching his head
It's bad news but I heard what is said
He said there's no where to run

Michael's rowing?
Where she's going?
What's she saying?
But that's right, that's right

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drive is slow and for this dream never ends
All my family and all my friends know there's nowhere to run

ROUGH MIX

(Instrumental)

ANNIE

Ohhhh, look stand tall, Annie
See the world grow small, Annie
But when will it fall, Annie, when will it be....

Winter has come, Annie
No friend in the sun, Annie
And when it's gone, Annie
Where shall we be?

All those colors have faded
When ol' Jack comes to call
Don't tell him no, tell him maybe
Ohhhhh now, Annie, may God bless us all
Oh yes Annie, God bless us all

Did the children they call, Annie?
Every leaf must fall, Annie
God bless us all, Annie
Where ever will be


Keep Me Turning/Nowhere To Run
Released on MCA 40878, 1977 (USA) Stock Copy


KEEP ME TURNING

River's getting higher
No wood for the fire
They saw the messiah
But I guess I missed him again
That brings my score to a hundred and ten

The water's getting closer
Better ring up the grocer
Stack up the potatoes
Oh, Jack are you ever coming back
Will your operatic soul turn black?

Keep me turning, oh keep me
Keep me burning, for your sun
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me till the very last

Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
While I hand in my backstage pass

Children are smiling
Parents are wining
Bow tie tying
For the big day ahead real soon
Is there really gonna be no room

I've got a ticket
Just gotta get past the picket
They say that the trick is to walk in backwards
Like your walking out
I guess the lord's wearing glasses now

Keep me turning, Oh keep me on
Keep me burning, For your sun
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me till the very last

Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
While I hand in my backstage pass

Solo

Keep me turning, Oh keep me on
Keep me burning, For your sun
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me till the very last

Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
While I hand in my backstage pass

Keep me turning...

CATMELODY

I'm on my own, I'm all alone
I sow no seeds there now
My heart is home
And I guess this party is over because I'm on my own
My friends they say's hello
My dancer fool, my skies are blue
But I've got wise and acted like a fool
And the nights the morning after and I feel like a fool
I'm feeling black and blue

Well all them back street women, woooooooooh
All that homemade liquor has left me here
We're just like some old bottle the tide left washed up beneath the pier
There's a message in here somewhere

This story's old, this heart is cold
This old street corner has heard it all before
But if I can bum just one more one
I'll say so long, I'm going home

Well last night the joint was jumping, yeah
With all those small ass gamblers and the booze
They must have seen me coming because these cradle marks are pretty hard to lose
I bet years from now

This story is old, this heart is cold
Well this old trash can has seen it all before
But if I can bum just one more one
I'll say so long, I'm going home
I'll say so long from here, I'm going home
I'll say so long, I guess I'm on my own
I'll say so long, this one's down the road

MIX TWO

MISUNDERSTOOD

Just wanna be misunderstood
Wanna be feared in my neighborhood
Just wanna be a moody man
Say things that nobody can understand

I wanna be obscure and oblique
Inscrutable and vague
So hard to pin down
I wanna leave open mouths when I speak
Want people to cry when I put them down

I wanna be either old or young
Don't like where I've ended up or where I begun
I always feel I must get things in the can
I just can't handle it the way I am

Why am I so straight and simple
People see through me like I'm made of glass
Why can't I deepen with graying temples
Am I growing out of my class

I always feel I should be somewhere else
I feel impatient like a girl on the shelf
They say that I should live sera sera
But I am such an ordinary star

Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking
Coolwalkingsmoothtalking, yeah

Just wanna be misunderstood
I wanna be feared in my neighborhood
Just wanna be a moody man
Say things that nobody can understand

Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking
Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking
Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking
Coolwalkingsmoothtalking, yeah

APRIL FOOL

She said I'll see you in the morning, darling
I see you when the kids have gone to school
But well I know tomorrow is your birthday
I know  you know that you're are an April Fool
We used to roam so freely. It's been so long
I took my dreams to bed now where they belong

She said there's dust and cobwebs on your north star
There no more fussing the campfires in your hair
I'll see the wheels there rusted in the backyard
I know we're not going anywhere
We used to roam so freely. It's been so long
I took my dreams to bed now where they belong


Street In The City/Annie (12" Picture Sleeve)
Released on Polydor 2058 944, 1977. (UK)

STREET IN THE CITY

Street in the city.  Street in the city on a working day.
Street in the city.  Street in the city on a working day.
There's a man up on that ledge.  He's only cleaning windows.
What a shame, who's to blame, for the pain with his sin,
Going to lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall.

See that man going in the bank with a blue suit?
He's carrying a bag full of very important papers.
There's old Mac trying to busk with his new flute.
Did you read about the Cambridge raper?

Street in the city.  Street in the city on a working day.
Street in the city.  Street in the city on a working day.
Those girls pass every day.  They seem to think I'm funny.
It's just a game that they're playing till they can claim their personal man.
Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for her knickers to fall.

See that woman with a bun in her hair?.
Don't she know that ain't still done anywhere?
See that man going in the Wig and Pen?
He was charged with telling lies again.

I see the world go by as I lean against my wall.
I watch as Fleet Street makes new heroes rise and fall.
The news is written in the eyes of us all.
On is a sinner.  One is a saint, but most of us worry about showing up late.

I'm gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall.

Street in the city.  Street in the city on a working day.
Street in the city.  Street in the city on a working day.
There's a man up on that ledge.  He's only cleaning windows.
What a shame.  Who's to blame for the pain?

HEART TO HANG ON TO

Johnny boy, he's always propping up the bar
He's sees life crystallized through his jar
He says he only lives for beer
But deep in his heart is a cry of fear

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a soul that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto
A heart to hang onto

Sally seems to get bigger everyday
She evens out in a contented way
A finger on the pulse of every guy
But deep in the night you can hear her cry

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a life that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto
Oh please a heart to hang onto

Give me heart to hang onto
Give me a soul that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto

Danny, he wants to save for a new guitar
He's going to learn to play but he won't get far
He thinks it's an easy going' high
But his whole life is just another try

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a suit that's tailored true
Give me a heart to hang onto
A heart to hang onto

I need a heart... to hang onto...

TILL THE RIVERS ALL RUN DRY

Till the rivers all run day
Till the sun falls from the sky
Till life on earth is through
I'll be needing you

I know sometimes you may wonder
From little things I say and do
But there's no need for you to wonder
If I need you cause I'll need you

Till the rivers all run day
Till the sun falls from the sky
Till life on earth is through
I'll be needing you

Too many times I don't tell you
Too many things get in the way
And even though sometimes I hurt you
Still you show me in every way

Till the rivers all run day
Till the sun falls from the sky
Till life on earth is through
I'll be needing you


Rough Mix Full Page Ad
Rolling Stone Magazine
November 1, 1977. Issue #251


All songs 1977 by Pete Townshend. Reswot Tunes,Inc-BMI
Except  Rough Mix.  Reswot Tunes,Inc-BMI. WB Music corp,-ASCAP
Nowhere To Run,Catmelody,April Fool :WB Music corp-ASCAP
Annie:WB Music corp/ RSO Publishing Inc-ASCAP
Till The River All Run Dry:Vogue music,Inc-BMI

WDK 2008

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