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1. Summertime Blues [Eddie Cochran] (3:52)
2. Heart Full of Soul [The Yardbirds] (2:52)
3. For What It's Worth [Buffalo Springfield] (3:30)
4. The Seeker [The Who] (3:27)
5. Mr. Soul [Buffalo Springfield] (3:51)
6. Seven And Seven Is [Love] (2:53)
7. Shapes Of Things [The Yardbirds] (3:16)
8. Crossroads [Robert Johnson] (3:27)
2. Heart Full of Soul [The Yardbirds] (2:52)
3. For What It's Worth [Buffalo Springfield] (3:30)
4. The Seeker [The Who] (3:27)
5. Mr. Soul [Buffalo Springfield] (3:51)
6. Seven And Seven Is [Love] (2:53)
7. Shapes Of Things [The Yardbirds] (3:16)
8. Crossroads [Robert Johnson] (3:27)
Geddy Lee - Bass Guitar, Vocals
Alex Lifeson - Guitars (electric, acoustic, mandola)
Neil Peart - Drums and Cymbals
Alex Lifeson - Guitars (electric, acoustic, mandola)
Neil Peart - Drums and Cymbals
© 2004 Atlantic Records
© 2004 Anthem Entertainment
© 2004 Anthem Entertainment
Summertime Blues [Eddie Cochran]
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss,
Yes I'm a gonna raise a holler
About working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well I went to the boss man
And tried to get a break...
("He said, "No, dice, bud
You gotta work late")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and poppa told me
"Son you gotta earn some money,
If you want to use the car
To go ridin' next Sunday."
Well I wouldn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick...
(They said, "Now you can't use the car
Cause you didn't work a lick")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks
I'm gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problems
To the United Nations
Well I went to my congressman
And he said, quote...
("I'd love to help you, son
But you're too young to vote")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss,
Yes I'm a gonna raise a holler
About working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well I went to the boss man
And tried to get a break...
("He said, "No, dice, bud
You gotta work late")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and poppa told me
"Son you gotta earn some money,
If you want to use the car
To go ridin' next Sunday."
Well I wouldn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick...
(They said, "Now you can't use the car
Cause you didn't work a lick")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks
I'm gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problems
To the United Nations
Well I went to my congressman
And he said, quote...
("I'd love to help you, son
But you're too young to vote")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Heart Full of Soul [The Yardbirds]
Sick at heart and lonely,
Deep in dark despair
Thinking one thought only-
Where is she tell me where
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea
And I know if she had me back again
Well I would never make her sad
I've gotta heart full of soul
She's been gone such a long time
Longer than I can bear
But if she says she wants me
Tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea.
Sick at heart and lonely,
Deep in dark despair
Thinking one thought only-
Where is she tell me where
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea
And I know if she had me back again
Well I would never make her sad
I've gotta heart full of soul
She's been gone such a long time
Longer than I can bear
But if she says she wants me
Tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea.
For What It's Worth [Buffalo Springfield]
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that
sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take
you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that
sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take
you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
The Seeker [The Who]
I looked under chairs
I looked under tables
I try to find the key
To fifty million fables
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked the Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
People tend to hate me
Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes they wanna shake
my hand
Focusin' on nowhere, investigatin' 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 got values but I don't know how or why
I'm lookin' for me
You're lookin' for you
We're lookin' at each other and we don't
know what to do
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I looked under chairs
I looked under tables
I try to find the key
To fifty million fables
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked the Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
People tend to hate me
Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes they wanna shake
my hand
Focusin' on nowhere, investigatin' 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 got values but I don't know how or why
I'm lookin' for me
You're lookin' for you
We're lookin' at each other and we don't
know what to do
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
Mr. Soul [Buffalo Springfield]
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick
up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my
head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face
could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger
is putting the tease on
I was down on a frown when the
messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who
said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily
known me better
She said "you're strange, but don't
change," and I let her
In a while, will the smile on my face turn
to plaster?
Stick around while the clown who is sick
does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is
moving much faster
Is it strange I should change? I don't
know, why don't you ask her?
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick
up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my
head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face
could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger
is putting the tease on
I was down on a frown when the
messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who
said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily
known me better
She said "you're strange, but don't
change," and I let her
In a while, will the smile on my face turn
to plaster?
Stick around while the clown who is sick
does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is
moving much faster
Is it strange I should change? I don't
know, why don't you ask her?
Seven And Seven Is [Love]
When I was a boy I thought about the times
I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in
a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice
cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a
bone and I go
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have
got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies
hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find
my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
When I was a boy I thought about the times
I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in
a can
Through a crack of light I was unable to find
my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
When I was a boy I thought about the times
I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in
a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice
cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a
bone and I go
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have
got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies
hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find
my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
When I was a boy I thought about the times
I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in
a can
Through a crack of light I was unable to find
my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
Shapes Of Things [The Yardbirds]
Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.
Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.
Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.
Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.
Crossroads [Robert Johnson]
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please
Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down
I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west
Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please
Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down
I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west
Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress