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Bill's Pete Townshend Pages › Rocks In The Head

ROCKS IN THE HEAD

Recorded at The Hit Factory London/New York.
Musicians include: Roger Daltrey, Gerard McMahon, Ricky Byrd, David Katz,
Shaun Solomon, Tommy Price and Jodi Linscott
Additional  players: John Van Eps, Mark Egan, Pim Jones, David Ruffy,
Vinnie Zummo, Jamie Daltrey, Jay Lenhart, Emily Burridge,
Robert Lamm, Pat Sommers, Don Henze, Billy Nichols and Jenny Ruffy.

WHO'S GONNA WALK ON WATER
Gerard McMahon)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

Christine my eyes
Show me how to see ya
Come on hold out your hand
Rap me ‘round your finger
To be interior designed
Let me be conditioned
To do the crawl on the floor
Looking for the mission

Speak with my tongue
Tell me how to follow
Come on, show me who walks
On blessed Virgin water
One that can rise above our kind
That sinned like all my brothers
One that’ll christen my eyes
And bring me to my senses

Who will fall and who will rise
Who might have to advertise
Who will be the President
Who will tell you anything

Now, who gonna, who gonna
Who gonna walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna, who
Gonna walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna walk,
Who gonna walk, walk, walk, walk

Come to my cause
Give me destination
Tell me, who can I trust
That doesn’t take commission
Who does the miracle for real
And tells me there’s no heaven
One that will take all control
And dim my television

Christen my eyes
Show me who to follow
Come on, show me who walks
On Blessed Virgin water

Hey now, who will fall and who will rise
Who might have to advertise
Who will be the President
Who will tell you anything
Now, who gonna, who gonna, who gonna
Walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna, who
Gonna walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna, who gonna walk,
Walk on water

Who gonna, who gonna, who gonna walk,
Walk, walk, walk
Speak with my tongue yeah and christen
My eyes
Who’s gonna go walking on
Who’s gonna go walking on water.


BEFORE MY TIME IS UP
(Gerard McMahon,David Katz)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music/
Reptillian Music, BMI.

Before the gods read my lifelong sentence
Before I get my share
Before I walk alone
Before they take away my last temptation
Before my heart’s deprived
Before they call my name

On the back fences of my dream line
I never lost my mind
I gave it all I had
To get away with the whole damn big bang
For the right reasons
For what you can’t take back

Until the drums stop beating
Until the crossroads burn out
I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

Before my time is up
I’ll hang my name
On every trial I’m due for
And even if I can’t get justice
I’ll take you down to hell
Before my time is up
I’ll leave no stone unturned
I won’t regret my actions
And even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is up

I believe that the road goes somewhere
Beyond the empty eyes
Beyond the wasted land
When it all fades away to nothing
I wanna know I tried
To take a real hard stand

I gotta laugh at the whole damn big bang
I’ve got to cry sometimes
Got to love somebody
Before they read my lifelong sentence
Before I get my share
Before I go alone
Until the drums stop beating
To where the crossroads burn out
I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

Before my time is up
I’ll hang my name
On every trial I’m due for
And even if I can’t get justice
I’ll take you down to hell
Before my time is up
I’ll leave no stone unturned
I won’t regret my actions
Even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is
Time is
Time is up

Even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is

Before, before my time is up…


TIMES CHANGED
(Gerard McMahon, Roger Daltrey)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

Everybody knows
That times changed
Times changed

Some boys look older
And the young ones smile in jest
Lads born to be the chosen one
While the wise man sings in the cuckoo’s nest
I walked the West End late last night
After seein’ an old friend of mine
We talked about this place and the way it was
When a bloke could get a break before these

Times changed
These times changed
These times changed

I heard a DJ spin in Brixton
Some of that fresh massive attack
Here in the house of mass consumption
Where the ecstasy goes fast
On the screen in this month’s fashion
Lots of leather and a tattooed breast
Better this than some guru
Who’s trying to teach you how to live
When you know
Times changed
Times changed
You know times changed
Times changed

I saw a bastard slap his girl around
I said man have you gone mad
What’s gotten into you
That’s makin’ you so bad
You think love is anything when you
Can’t get work
You think life is on TV
Then he turned up some of that speed metal
And said this is what I think

I rode the East End early yesterday
I was hit by the way it’s changed
From the days of Krays in my teenage years
When we all knew our place
Now the welfare state is a state of wealth
For some the hope is gone
And a cardboard box in Westminster is hard to
Call a home but you know

Times changed
Times changed
Times changed
Times changed
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
They know that times changed…

YOU CAN’T CALL IT LOVE
(David Ruffy, Walter Ray, Roger Daltrey)
1992 Copyright Control

It’s the same rain the same pain
The same picture in the same frame
Cold close smoldering hearts
And it can’t burst into flames then
Again it can’t go out

My passion is a nightingale with a
Sword throat
A dolphin in the Thames it’s a wasted love
It’s a telephone ringing in A empty house
It’s motherless child

You can say it’s a good thing
You can say it’s a bad thing
You can call it anything you want

But you can’t call it love
No. you can’t call it love
I’m lost among the stars
Another wishful one is waiting in the wings
To pick up where the last one put you down
To dry your eyes and fashion your new crown

Of fox gloves and steel strings
You can say it’s a good thing
You can say it’s a bad thing
You can call it anything you want

But you can’t call it love
No. you can’t call it love
No. you can’t call it love

The same town’s still standing
But the changes come creepin’ through
My dreams
But it’s a little late for praying
When your world is already on its knees
And on and on and on and on

My nightmare’s a devil’s dog on a rolling log
Got no control, no sense of time, its
Just a rhyme
And a banshee hollers in the dead of night
It’s a homeless ghost

You can say it’s a good thing
You can say it’s a bad thing
You can call it anything you want

But you can’t call it love
No. you can’t call it love
No. you can’t call it love
Can’t call it love

MIRROR MIRROR
(Gerard McMahon)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

You can float your boat in China
It could take you all night
It could take a long time
To forget about me

You might find another lover
He might even sail you
But you will still remember
How we made love time the first
Time ever was sacred
We were deep in love time the way love
Does a reflection
Now you can tell a lie real good
And maybe I’ll believe every word

Mirror mirror on the wall
Look into my crystal ball
Let me in your darkest hour
Mirror mirror take a look into me now
I can feel your stormy weather
I can feel your wind blow
Every time you come close
Why do you deny me

I might find another lover
She might even save me
But I will still remember
How we made love time the first
Time ever was sacred
We were deep in love time the way love
Does a reflection
Now I can tell a lie real good
And maybe you’ll believe every word

Mirror mirror on the wall
Look into my crystal ball
Let me in your darkest hour
Mirror mirror take a look into me now
Mirror mirror on the wall
Look into my crystal ball
Let me in your darkest hour
Mirror, mirror, mirror take a look into me
Take a good look into me now

You can float your boat in China
It could take you all night
It could take a long, long time
To forget about me

I will feel your stormy weather
I will feel your wind blow
Baby when you come close
Come and make love


PERFECT WORLD
(Gerard McMahon)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

White girl, in a perfect world
You’d trust in your lover
Will boys ever be boys again
Blonde boy, in a perfect world you’d know if
You loved her
Will girls ever be girls again

Black boy, in a perfect world there’d
Be understanding
Still you’re perfect ‘cause you love your girl
Black girl, in a perfect world there’d
Be no demanding
Still you’re perfect ‘cause you love your man

It don’t make no difference
Boys of London girls of Memphis
We are all a revolution
In this jaded institution

In the New York times
To the L. A. coast
They go bump to bump

In the perfect world
For the perfect boy
And the perfect girl
They go bump to bump
In the perfect world

Black girl, in a perfect world you’d know
That I love ya
And everyone would understand
White boy, in a perfect world you’d
Need no protection
And love would still be something in heart

White girl, in a perfect world there’d
Be understanding
And boys would be boys again
Black girl, in a perfect world you’d know
That I love ya
And everyone would understand

It don’t make no difference
Boys of London girls of Memphis
We are all a revolution
In this jaded institution

In the New York times
To the L. A. coast
They go bump to bump
In the perfect world
For the perfect boy
And the perfect girl
They go bump to bump
In the perfect world


LOVE IS
(Gerard McMahon, Ricky Byrd, David Katz, Roger Daltrey)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music
Byrd Brain Music/ Sony Songs
Reptillian Music, BMI.

As cold as it seems
When truth brings you heartache
It’s so hard to believe
When love hits the wall
Love is
My faith in you
When it could have ended
And your trust in me

Love is
Everything I need to live
Love is
Everything that we forgive
Love is
Every crime of passion
That’s what love is

Where would I go
What would I do
What would it mean
To meet a perfect stranger
Why do we hurt
Who draws the line
When do we learn to look inside
What love is

So many years
You can’t take for granted
You can’t take away
All the things you are

Together so long
I know where my heart is
Somewhere in me (oh yes)
I’ll find a way to show

Love is
Every lesson we have learned
Love is
Every soft unspoken word
Love is
Every crime of passion
That’s what love is

Where would I go
What would I do
What would it mean
To meet a perfect stranger
Why do we hurt
Who draws the line
When do we learn to look inside

Everything I need to live
Love is
Everything that we forgive
Love is
Every crime of passion
That’s what love is

Love is
Every lesson we have learned
Love is
Every soft unspoken word
Love is
Every crime of passion
That’s what love is


BLUES MAN'S ROAD
(Gerard McMahon, Ricky Byrd, Roger Daltrey)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music
Byrd Brain Music/ Sony Songs, BMI.

The old boys drinkin’
Telling the stories
‘Bout the way it used to be

A steel string box
Was every blues man’s women
Everybody knew Lucille
From the Delta to the chain gang

I was born to the rhythm
Raised on volume
Wired to a different sound
Plain damn reckless till three in the morning
Dreaming of the place I’d found
When the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain’t nothing meaner
Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone

Telling the story ‘bout the blue man’s road
Well he taught me everything I know
We all knew that blues man’s road
That’s why they call this thing rock and roll

We were white city slip kids playing in
The streets
The songs of the black man’s band
With our tail drags dragging Mojo’s working
Got the blast from the big boss man
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain’t nothing meaner
Then the old man howling on his guitar alone

Telling the story ‘bout the blue man’s road
He taught me everything that I’ve ever known
We all knew that blues man’s road
That’s why they call this damn thing rock
And roll
The story ‘bout the blue man’s road
Taught me everything I know
Yea we all knew that blues man’s road
That’s why they call this damn thing rock
And roll.


EVERYTHING A HEART COULD EVER WANT
(Willow)

(Gerard McMahon, Roger Daltrey)
 1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

She comes home late
And I’ve waited long
Then she sings me lines
From the songs I used to sing
When I was young

Then I feel alright
‘Cause she’s that kind of girl
A woman child
A free young spirit

In a jaded world
And she knows me
Shows me
Lets me see

She’s everything a heart could ever want
(Willow)
When I call her name (Willow)
Will she still hear me when
She’s everything a heart could ever want
(Willow)
When she looks at me (Willow)
Her eyes just say it all

She always puts me right
When I turn up wrong
Never walks away
Her smile tells me
I’m goin’ on and on and on

It gets real damn hard
To let your children grow
And when you make mistakes
It’s the time you got to let ‘em
Know you know you know

I wanna know her
Show her
I wanna let her see

She’s everything a heart could ever
Want (Willow)
When I call her name (Willow)
Will she still hear me when
She’s everything a heart could ever want
(Willow)
When she looks at me (Willow)
Her eyes just say it all
She’s everything a heart could ever
Want (Willow)
She’s sometimes strange (Willow)
So please, please, please don’t change

It ain’t an easy thing
To let a young bird fly
And when they spread their wings
For the very first time
You just wanna die

Everything a heart could ever want
I know she’s everything a heart could
Ever want

She’s everything that a heart could ever want…


DAYS OF LIGHT
(Gerard McMahon, Roger Daltrey)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

Fridays waiting at the gates of heaven
The weekend starts at seven
We get forty-eight hours of fun

For five days working on the line
For five days
Time to change the look on my face
I’m waiting for the starter’s gun

Maybe feeling tired
Maybe feeling empty
Maybe living on your own

You know ‘round about seven on a
Friday night
Forget about your worries gonna be alright
Everybody’s heading for those days of light
Hot and heavy night’s of true love ways
Tomorrow these will be the good old days
Everybody’s working for those days of light

Mondays waiting for the week to start up
Back to work and feeling hard up
Things gonna change some day

So dream on everybody’s free to dream on
Work hard love well live long
There’s really not a better way

So live it all you can
Even when it hurts you
Got to give it all you’re got
And know

Everybody’s putting on a braver face
Everyone’s running in the same race
Everybody’s working for those days of light
Everyone’s looking for the same release
Everybody’s hoping for a mind of peace
Everyone’s working for those days of light

‘Round about seven on a Friday night
Forget about your worries gonna be alright
Everybody’s working for those days of light
Hot and heavy nights of true love ways
Tomorrow these will be the good old days
Everybody’s heading for those days of light
Everybody’s putting on a braver face
We’re all running in the same race
Everybody’s working got to keep on
Working for those
Days of light…


UNFORGETTABLE OPERA
(Gerard McMahon, Roger Daltrey)
1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

Time and time again
Someone comes to take you to the
Edge of something new
Why is it so hard for you to fall

I have stood alone
Watched from a distance of a
Friend who understands
One who’d always be there if you

Knew you what you are looking for
And you know it when you find it

With the key in your hand
It’s time to walk a naked stage
Of glass from hot sands
Where a sound within your heart will rage
And if rocks in the head moving ever on
Life is an unforgettable opera

The time will come again
When starring in your eyes a place that
You have seen before
Always something to remind you

It’s not a game of chance
Some you loose and some you just can’t
Win them all at once
Time will give you everything

It’s a rhythm that will never stop
It’s like a clock that ticks between us

And the keys in your hand
Your time to walk a naked stage
Of glass from hot sands
Where a sound within your heart will rage
And if rocks in the head moving ever on
Life is an unforgettable opera

Take the key in your hands
It’s time you walked that naked stage
Of glass from hot sands
Where a sound within your heart will rage

With the key in your hand
It’s time to walk a naked stage
Of glass from hot sands
Where a sound within your heart will rage
And if rocks in the head moving ever on
Life is an unforgettable opera


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