A song Highway Star, this one. gonna beat my car I'm gonna race it to the Nobody gonna my car
It's gonna the speed of sound Ooh, it's a killing It's got Like a driving
Big fat and everything I it and I need it, I feed it Yeah, it me on Alright, hold
I'm a highway star, Nobody gonna my girl I'm gonna her to the end gonna take my girl
She stays close on bend Ooh, a killing machine She got Like a mouth
Body control and I love it, I need it, Yeah, she me on Alright, hold
I'm a highway Nobody take my head Now that I'm on the road gonna take my head
I gonna my..., yeah, yeah Ooh, I'm in again I got an open road
All my friends and I love it and I need it, I it Yeah, it me on Alright, hold
I'm a highway Oh, my gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the
gonna take my car It's break the speed of sound Ooh, a killing machine It's got
Oh, a mouth Big fat and everything I love it and I need it, I it Yeah, it me on
Alright, hold I'm a star I'm a star I'm a star
Oh, yes I am, you Thank you. a new one, taken off Machine Head. This is a about... Sweet child in time, see the line
The line that's drawn between the and the bad See the blind man, he's at the world The bullets flying, they're toll If you've bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by lead You've not been hit by flying You'd better close your You'd bow your head
for the ricochet Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'm for you day and night Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A-a-ah, I to hear you say A-a-ah, Sweet child in time, you'll see the
The that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us See the man, shooting at the world The bullets flying, killing everyone If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you
And you've not been hit by lead You've not hit by flying lead You'd better close your You'd better bow your
Wait for the Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I want to be of you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A-a-ah, I gotta hear you A-a-ah, - only about four foot six, but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller
than you. You're about seven foot fourteen, don't worry about it either... [indistinguishable] ...there's someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable] - Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells the story of how we recorded it and what wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The Water, one. Alright, We all out to Montreux On the Lake shoreline
To make records with a We have much time, no Frank and the Mothers at the best place around
But stupid with a flare gun Burned the to the ground, now on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the But down You They down the gambling house
It with an awful sound Funky Claude was in and out He was pulling kids out of When it all was
We had to find place Swiss time was on It seemed we would lose the race Smoke on the water, a in the sky
It was Smoke on the to the ground, it was You
We ended up at the Grand It was empty, and bare But the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music
A few red lights, a few old We a place to sweat No what we get out of this I know, I we'll never forget
on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the It was down was crying - you. Yeah, up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah? -(...everything louder everything else.) - Yeah, can we have louder than everything else? Right. No one sees the you do Because I stand in of you But you me all the time You put in my mind I used to sing and say my my life without a care Now I become a fool I listen to the mule How can I change when my Is a friend of a hid in the ground Just slave for the mule (...???..., yeah) - Ian on drums, yes. There once was a A kind of woman The kind gets written down in history Her name was Her was nothing fancy She a trail of happiness and misery I her loved her She loved everyone and gave them good I to take her I even to break her She said, I ain't for won't you ever learn I want you, I you, I gotta be near you I spent my as I took my turn I want you, I need you, I be near you Ooh, I got a kind of woman, yes I have She looked a raver But I could please her On Wednesday mornings boy you go far I get her But got better, she said Saturday nights from now on, baby, you're my I want you, I need you, I be near you I my money as I took my turn I want you, I you, I gotta be near you Ooh, I got a kind of woman Ooh, my soul, I you I you, I need you, I gotta be near you I spent my money as I took my I want you, I you, I gotta be near you Ooh, I got a strange of woman, yes I have She finally she loved me I wed her in a No more callers and I with pride I'm I like screaming I won my woman just before she I want you, I need you, I gotta be you I spent my as I took my turn I want you, I you, ha ha ha Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, She was so fat She was the worst thing you've ever Ooh, my soul, I you, baby - Hey, you, thank you. Here's a thing called Lazy, this is a song from Machine Head, and it's a song, a thing Lazy, this one, Lazy. lazy, stay in bed You're lazy, yeah, in bed want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut up If you're drowning you don't clutch no If you're you don't clutch no straw You don't want to live, don't to cry no more, no My ain't done no good I said, my trying done no good You make no effort, no not like you should Lazy, in bed Lazy, Want no money, you want no bread, oh - Yeah. - Come on, everybody, your hands. Well, we had a lot of luck on We had a ball on Mars meeting all the groovy people We've rocked the Way so far We're 'round the Borealis We're space truckin' the the stars Come on, on, come on go Space truckin' Come on, on, come on when we did the moonshot And Pony led the way We moved to the Canaveral Every naut would and sway We got in our solar system We're space every day on, come on, come on Let's go space Come on, come on, on The fireball rode was moving But now we've got a new Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak Man cats can really swing They got in the solar system Rock around the Way Dancing 'round the They're truckin' every day on, come on, come on Let's go space on, come on, come on Come on, come on, on Let's go truckin' Come on, on, come on Yeah, yeah, Space Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, - you, good night. Black is not right, I feel so bright, I don't to sit tight. I'll find on the way down the line that I'm free, to be me. night is a long way from home. I don't need a tree, I don't a rough sea, I feel, I can't see. Maybe I'll on the way down the line that I'm free, to be me. Black is a long way from home. night, black night, I don't need night, I see dark night. I'll find on the way down the line that I'm free, to be me. Black night is a way from home. Good Golly, said little Molly When she was rockin' in the house of light Tutti was oh so rooty When she was to the east and west Lucille was oh so she didn't do her daddies will Come on baby, drive me it, do it
I'm a speed king you go to me sing I'm a king see me fly
Saturday night and I got paid Gonna about ain't gonna save Some people gonna rock some people roll have a party to save my soul Hard headed woman and a hearted man They been trouble since it all began a little rice take a little beans Gonna and roll down to New Orleans
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