Closer To The Heart Rush And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who

start to mold a new reality Closer to the Heart Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflected in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Yeah, Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Plowmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentallity Closer to the Heart Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain And i will draw the chart Sailing into destinity Closer to the Heart Closer to the Heart Well,Closer to the Heart Yeah, Closer to the Heart Close to the Heart I said, Closer to the Heart

Who Are You The Who (4x) 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?) Oh, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? Who are you? Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa... (4x) Who are you? Who, who, who, who? 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?) 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 recieve 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?) Oh, 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?) Oh, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, tell me who are you? I really wanna know (2x) Come on, tell me who are you You! (2x)

The Seeker The Who I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables Chorus: They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I asked Bob Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either Chorus: People tend to hate me 'Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? I'm happy when life's good And when it's bad I cry I've got values but I don't know how or why I'm looking for me You're looking for you We're looking at each other And we don't know what to do Chorus: People tend to hate me 'Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand

Perfect Strangers Deep Purple Can you remember, remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain) And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers

Money Pink Floyd Money, get away. Get a good job with more pay and you're okay. Money, it's a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team. Money, get back. I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack. Money, it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set And I think I need a Lear jet. Money, it's a crime. Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie. Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away. "HuHuh! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for abruising!" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

Sultans Of Swing Dire Straits You get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowin' Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Comin' in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound Way on down south, way on down south London town You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright He can play the honky tonk like anything Savin' it up for Friday night With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans play Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Goodnight, now it's time to go home' And he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'

Good Times Bad Times Led Zeppelin In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things The best I can, no matter how I try I find my way into the same old jam Good times, bad times, you know I had my share When my woman left home for a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be Only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end But when I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend Good times, bad times, you know I had my share When my woman left home for a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care I know what it means to be alone, I sure do wish I was at home I don't care what the neighbors say, I'm gonna love you each And every day, you can feel the beat within my heart Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part