Artists

Ian Gillan – lead vocals
Ritchie Blackmore – guitar
Jon Lord – organ, keyboards
Roger Glover – bass
Ian Paice – drums

Written by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord & Ian Paice. Produced by Deep Purple, recorded 1970. Released as the third track (10:17, later edited to about 4:15 for a single) on Deep Purple in Rock (Harvest Records, 3 June 1970). Though never issued as a commercial single, it became one of the band’s signature live staples.

“Child in Time” grew directly out of It’s a Beautiful Day‘s instrumental “Bombay Calling,” which Jon Lord was playing around with on keyboards one day; the band liked it and reworked it into something new, with Ritchie Blackmore building out guitar parts alongside Lord’s keyboard foundation. Ian Gillan wrote the lyrics separately, without having heard the It’s a Beautiful Day original, framing the song as a protest against the futility of the Cold War. The whole Mark II lineup shares the writing credit as a result. The song became a defining piece of the band’s live sets throughout the 1970s and has since been inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame, cited by musicians from Metallica’s Lars Ulrich to countless prog and metal acts as a major influence.

Deep Purple – Child In Time Lyrics

Sweet child, in time, you’ll see the line
The line that’s drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, oh, taking toll
If you’ve been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you’ve not been hit, oh, by a flying lead
You’d better close your eyes
Oh, bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Oh, I wanna hear you sing

Sweet child, in time, you’ll see the line
The line that’s drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, mm, taking toll
If you’ve been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you’ve not been hit, oh, by flying lead
You’d better close your eyes
Oh, bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Oh, I gotta hear you sing
Oh, you are

Oh, oh, oh
Oh no
Oh, oh no, oh, uh
Uh, ain’t gonna do, oh no
Oh, oh no
Ah, ah, oh
Ah, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Ah, ah

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Artists

Greg Lake – vocals, guitar
Gary Moore – guitar
Tristram “Tris” Margetts – bass
Tommy Eyre – keyboards
Ted McKenna – drums

Written by Greg Lake, Tristram Margetts & Tony Benyon. Produced by Greg Lake.

“Haunted” was written by Greg Lake together with longtime friend and bassist Tris Margetts and rock cartoonist-artist Tony Benyon, who also contributed cover concepts and artwork to Lake’s solo records. Described by one retrospective as having a late-night, smoochy feel with a wind-instrument break, the song was one of the more subdued ballads on the album’s second side, alongside tracks like “I Don’t Know Why I Still Love You.” A live version, recorded in 1981 at the Hammersmith Odeon in London, was later released on the 1995 live album King Biscuit Flower Hour Presents Greg Lake in Concert. Manoeuvres turned out to be Lake’s final solo studio album.

Greg Lake – Haunted Lyrics

Rainy days, closed cafes,
drifting, haunting.
Hollow eyes, numb inside,
lonely and empty.
I’m searching for laughter,
for memories brought alive.
Places and faces and traces of you.

Darkened skies, spot lit lies,
aching, awaking.
Words return, why can’t we learn?
Love is forgiving and taking
and living in honesty.
Truth and affection
not cast to the sea.

Oh, oh what a fool I’ve been.
My pride let you go.
The eye of the storm remains.
Chillingly cruel, silently screaming your name.
Silence is pain.

Rainy days, closed cafes,
drifting, haunting.
Hollow eye, numb inside,
lonely and empty.
I’m searching for laughter,
for memories brought alive.
Places and faces and traces of you.

Oh, oh what a fool I’ve been.
My pride let you go.
The eye of the storm remains.
Chillingly cruel, silently screaming your name.
Silence is pain.

Rainy days,
forever and always
haunted by you.

To listen to other songs from the the Teleskop 19 program click here.

Artists

Greg Lake – co-lead vocals, bass guitar
Ian McDonald – co-lead vocals, reed organ, flute, clarinet, piano
Robert Fripp – electric guitar
Michael Giles – drums, percussion

Written by Ian McDonald & Peter Sinfield. Produced by King Crimson, engineered by Robin Thompson, assistant engineer Tony Page, recorded 29 July 1969 at Wessex Sound Studios, London.

“I Talk to the Wind” offers a gentle, folk-influenced counterpoint right after the assaultive jazz-rock of the album’s opener, “21st Century Schizoid Man,” and it’s the only song on the album that predates King Crimson itself — Ian McDonald had originally written it for the band’s predecessor group, Giles, Giles and Fripp, with the earlier lineup also including a since-departed Peter Giles and singer Judy Dyble (that earlier version later surfaced on the 1975 compilation The Young Person’s Guide to King Crimson). Retained and reworked for the debut album specifically to show the band’s softer side, it features Greg Lake and McDonald trading and overlapping lead vocals. This was the only studio album to feature this exact five-man lineup, as McDonald and Michael Giles both left the band shortly afterward.

King Crimson – I Talk To The Wind Lyrics

Said the straight man to the late man
“Where have you been?”
I’ve been here and I’ve been there
And I’ve been in between

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

I’m on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

You don’t possess me
Don’t impress me
Just upset my mind
Can’t instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
[repeat]

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Artists

Greg Lake – lead vocals, bass guitar
Ian McDonald – vocals, Mellotron, woodwinds (saxophone, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet), keyboards, vibraphone
Robert Fripp – guitar
Michael Giles – drums, percussion, backing vocals
Peter Sinfield – lyrics

Written by Ian McDonald & Peter Sinfield. Produced by King Crimson for E.G., engineered by Robin Thompson, assistant engineer Tony Page, recorded at Wessex Sound Studios, London, 1969. Released as the closing track (9:25, including “The Return of the Fire Witch” and “The Dance of the Puppets”) on In the Court of the Crimson King (Island Records, 10 October 1969).

The title track began, according to Ian McDonald, as an entirely different kind of song — an earlier, more country-and-western-flavored attempt he and Peter Sinfield had worked on for a prior band, before King Crimson’s full treatment reshaped it into the album’s most elaborate, baroque arrangement. To achieve the album’s dense, orchestral textures, McDonald spent long hours overdubbing multiple layers of Mellotron along with his various woodwind and reed instruments. The band had initially worked with producer Tony Clarke (best known for his work with the Moody Blues), but after those early sessions didn’t pan out, King Crimson was given the chance to produce the record themselves.

King Crimson – The Court Of The Crimson King Lyrics

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants
the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Ian Anderson – vocals, flute
Martin Barre – guitar
John Evan – piano, organ
Glenn Cornick – bass
Clive Bunker – drums

Written by Ian Anderson. Produced by Ian Anderson, with Terry Ellis credited on cover design, engineered by Robin Black, recorded 1970. Released as the closing track on Benefit (Island Records, April 1970).

“Sossity; You’re a Woman” closes out Benefit, an album Ian Anderson has described as reflecting the frustrations and pressures of a year spent almost constantly on tour. It’s notable as the last Jethro Tull studio album to feature original bassist Glenn Cornick, who departed shortly after its release.

Jethro Tull – Sossity;You’re A Woman Lyrics

Hello you straight-laced lady,
dressed in white but your shoes aren’t clean.
Painted them up with polish
in the hope we can’t see where you’ve been.
The smiling face that you’ve worn
to greet me rising at morning —
sent me out to work for my score.
Please me and say what it’s for.
Give me the straight-laced promise
and not the pathetic lie.

Tie me down with your ribbons
and sulk when I ask you why.
Your Sunday paper voice cries
demanding truths I deny.
The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended
is offered, our affair mended.
Sossity: You’re a woman.
Society: You’re a woman.

All of the tears you’re wasting
are for yourself and not for me.
It’s sad to know you’re aging
Sadder still to admit I’m free.
Your immature physical toy has grown,
too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement:
woman, you were too old for me.
Sossity: You’re a woman.
Society: You’re a woman.

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 12 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Dave Cousins – lead vocals, guitar
Tony Hooper – vocals, guitar
John Ford – bass
Richard Hudson – drums
Blue Weaver – Mellotron

Written by Dave Cousins. Produced by the Strawbs, recorded at Morgan Studios, Island Studios & Lansdowne Studios, London, 1971. Released on Grave New World (A&M Records, 1972); also issued as a single in Japan, though it received BBC Radio airplay in the UK without charting there.

“New World” is often considered a companion piece to the earlier Strawbs song “The Hangman and the Papist,” both inspired by the ongoing Troubles in Northern Ireland and dealing with themes of conflict and divided families.

The Strawbs – New World Lyrics

There’s blood in the dust
Where the city’s heart beats
The children play games
That they take from the streets
How can you teach when you’ve so much to learn
May you turn (x6)
In your grave
New world

There is hate in your eyes
I have seen it before
Planning destruction
Behind the locked door
Were you the coward who fired the last shot
May you rot (x6)
In your grave
New world

There is death in the air
With the lights growing dim
As those who survive
Sing a desperate hymn
Pray that god grants you one final request
May you rest (x6)
In your grave
New world

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Leonard Whiting – lead vocals
Alan Parsons – vocals (through EMI vocoder)
Eric Woolfson – backing vocals, keyboards
David Pack (Ambrosia) – guitar
Ian Bairnson – guitar (added to the 1987 remix)
Joe Puerta (Ambrosia) – bass guitar
Burleigh Drummond (Ambrosia) – drums
Christopher North – keyboards
Andrew Powell – conductor, additional arranger
The English Chorale, choir master Robert Howes – choir vocals

Written by Eric Woolfson & Alan Parsons. Produced and engineered by Alan Parsons, recorded at Mama Jo’s Studio, North Hollywood, 1975. Released as the opening track on Tales of Mystery and Imagination (Charisma/20th Century Records, 1976); also issued as a single, peaking at #80 on the Billboard Hot 100.

Based on Edgar Allan Poe’s 1845 poem of the same name, “The Raven” is notable as one of the first rock recordings to feature a vocoder — the EMI-built device Alan Parsons spoke through was, according to the album’s liner notes, exclusively available at Abbey Road Studios at the time.

The Alan Parsons Project – The Raven Lyrics

The clock struck midnight
And through my sleeping
I heard a tapping at my door
I looked but nothing lay in the darkness
And so I turned inside once more

To my amazement
There stood a raven
Whose shadow hung above my door
Then through the silence
It spoke the one word
That I shall hear for evermore

Nevermore
Thus quoth the raven, nevermore

And still the raven remains in my room
No matter how much I implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer remove him
And I must hear for evermore

Quoth the raven, nevermore
Nevermore
Thus quoth the raven, nevermore

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Grace Slick – lead vocals, piano
Craig Chaquico – lead guitar
Peter Kaukonen – mandolin
Jack Casady – bass
Ron Carter – bass
Paul Kantner – backing vocals
David Crosby – backing vocals
David Freiberg – backing vocals
John Barbata – drums
London Symphony Orchestra – orchestration (arranged by Steven Schuster)

Written by Grace Slick. Produced by David Freiberg, Grace Slick & Paul Kantner, recorded at Wally Heider Studios, San Francisco, with orchestral sessions in London, 1973.

The 15-minute title track is the album’s centerpiece — a multi-part symphonic epic featuring a 42-piece orchestra alongside rock instrumentation, with Grace Slick singing in both English and phonetic Spanish. The left-hand piano figure was reportedly borrowed from an improvisation by Slick’s father, and the track ultimately involved over 50 performers.

Grace Slick – Manhole Lyrics

Sometimes it’s easy to believe it
Sound may be the warmest thing he’s found
He just starts playing, then he says to me:
“Ready your body for love, there is no gravity here?
Look up – the roof is gone and the long hand moves
Right on by the hour
Look up – the roof is gone
The roof is gone, the roof is gone

La musica de España es para mi como Ia libertad
Canta como si la libertad es suiyo
Convenir resuena para escapar
Escuche viento norte escuche
Como corneta nevada corneta cantar
Alrededor vient oriente vient oriente
Enroyar disenroyar
Querdas que gritan
Querdas que cantan

Spanish wind keeps telling me
How it feels to sing free
It keeps blowing on me, and it’s showing me
Another way, another way to listen
And if you hear, if you hear the wind singing like
Someone singing for your love
The more it sings the more you know
Horns and strings and time will show you
Show – show you, show you freedom

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Annie Haslam – lead vocals and wordless vocals
Michael Dunford – acoustic guitar
John Tout – piano, harpsichord and keyboards
Jon Camp – bass guitar and Rickenbacker bass
Terry Sullivan – drums and percussion

The music was composed by Michael Dunford and John Tout. Lyrics were written by Betty Thatcher, inspired by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich and his forced exile from the Soviet Union in 1974. Orchestral arrangements by Dick Plant. Produced by Renaissance and Dick Plant, recorded 1974.

Renaissance – Mother Russia Lyrics

Pays the price, works the seasons through
Frozen days, he thinks of you
Cold as ice but he burns for you
Mother Russia, can’t you hear him too?

Mother’s son, freedom’s overdue
Lonely man, he thinks of you
He isn’t done, only lives for you
Mother Russia, can’t you hear him too?

Punished for his written thoughts, starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks, number for a name
His blood flows, frozen to the snow

Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won’t flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia – he cries for you

Ooh ooh…

Punished for his written thoughts, starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks, number for a name
His blood flows, frozen to the snow

Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won’t flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia – he cries for you!

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Phil Collins – lead vocals, drums, tambourine and handclaps
Daryl Stuermer – guitar
J. Peter Robinson – acoustic piano, vibraphone and glockenspiel
Mo Foster – bass
Don Myrick – tenor and alto saxophone and vocals (Phenix Horns)
Louis Satterfield – trombone and vocals (Phenix Horns)
Rhamlee Michael Davis – trumpet and vocals (Phenix Horns)
Michael Harris – trumpet (Phenix Horns)
Martyn Ford Orchestra – strings

The song was originally written by Holland–Dozier–Holland for The Supremes in 1966. Horn arrangements by Tom Tom 84. Orchestra conducted by Martyn Ford and led by Gavyn Wright. Produced by Phil Collins and Hugh Padgham, engineered by Hugh Padgham and Mike Ross.

Phil Collins – You Can’t Hurry Love Lyrics

I need love, love
Ooh, to ease my mind
And I need to find time
Someone to call mine
My mama said

You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
But it’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes

How many heartaches must I stand
Before I find the love to let me live again
Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on
When I feel my strength, ooh, it’s almost gone
I remember mama said

You can’t hurry love
No you’ll just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How much more must I take
Before loneliness
Will cause my heart, heart to break?

No, I can’t bear to live my life alone
I’ve grown impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that I, I can’t go on
Well these precious words keep me hanging on
I remember mama said

You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
Well, it’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes
And now break!

Now love, love
Don’t come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating
For that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
Hold me tight

I keep waiting
Till that day
But it ain’t easy, no (Love don’t come easy)
You know it ain’t easy
My mama said

You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
But it’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Phil Collins – lead vocals, drums, drum machine, keyboards, bass pedals and percussion
Daryl Stuermer – guitars
Don Myrick – tenor and alto saxophone and vocals (Phenix Horns)
Louis Satterfield – trombone and vocals (Phenix Horns)
Rhamlee Michael Davis – trumpet and vocals (Phenix Horns)
Michael Harris – trumpet (Phenix Horns)

The song was written by Phil Collins. Produced by Phil Collins and Hugh Padgham, engineered by Hugh Padgham and Mike Ross.

Phil Collins – I Don’t Care Anymore Lyrics

Well, you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don’t care anymore
You can tell everybody about the state I’m in
You won’t catch me crying cause I just can’t win
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?

I don’t care what you say
I don’t play the same games you play

‘Cause, I’ve been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there’s a means to an end
They don’t care anymore
And as for me, I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more

I don’t care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway
I won’t be there anymore, get out of my way
Let me by, I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore

Well, I don’t care now what you say
‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself
And I don’t care now what you say
Hey, I’ll do alright by myself, ’cause, I don’t—

‘Cause, I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face ’cause you held all the cards
I don’t care anymore
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me
‘Cause all I want of you is just a-let me be
I don’t care anymore
D’you hear? I don’t care no more

I don’t care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway
I won’t be there no more, so get out of my way
Let me by, I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
D’you hear? I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
You listening? I don’t care no more, no more

Ah-ha, yeah, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah, yeah
You know, I don’t care no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more, no more
Don’t care no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, piano and guitar
Chris Wood – flute and saxophone
Jim Capaldi – percussion and backing vocals
David Hood – bass guitar
Roger Hawkins – drums
Rebop Kwaku Baah – congas, timbales and bongos

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. Produced by Steve Winwood, engineered by Chris Blackwell.

Traffic – Uninspired Lyrics

Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel so very tired
Sometimes I feel like I’ve had enough
Sometimes you feel like you’ve been hired
Sometimes you feel like you’ve been bought
Sometimes you feel like your room’s been wired
Sometimes you feel like you’ve been caught
But don’t let it get you down
There is no reason for not failing
You’ve got to smile and turn the other cheek
So today you might get up
But by tomorrow you’ll be sailing
And you won’t even hear these words I speak
Some people want to be so desired
Some people can’t stand the light of day
Somebody’s laughing while someone is crying
But for to want in the close of the day
But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
I’m gonna cave with all I see
I don’t know who’s losing and I don’t care who’s winning
Hardship and trouble following me

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, piano and guitar
Chris Wood – flute, saxophone and violin
Jim Capaldi – percussion and backing vocals
Ric Grech – bass guitar and violin
Jim Gordon – drums
Rebop Kwaku Baah – congas, timbales and bongos

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. Produced by Steve Winwood, engineered by Brian Humphries.

Traffic – Rainmaker Lyrics

Rainmaker, rainmaker
The sky is gray just by the touch of your hand
Rainmaker, rainmaker
Make me some rain, make all my crops grow tall

Rainmaker, rainmaker
The sky is gray, the ground is so hard
It’s been cracked by the sun
Rainmaker, you know my work’s never done

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, Moog synthesizer, Mellotron and guitar
Chris Wood – saxophone and flute
Jim Capaldi – drums, percussion and backing vocals
Rosko Gee – bass guitar
Rebop Kwaku Baah – congas and percussion

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. Produced by Chris Blackwell and Traffic, engineered by Brian Humphries.

Traffic – Graveyard People Lyrics

Graveyard people with graveyard minds
Peeking out through half-drawn blinds
Desperate people with desperate minds
Only live amongst straight lines
Scorning the gypsies camped out in the fields
What do they know of the warrior’s shield?

Go-slow workers with Union minds
Striking out for better times
Sunshine people with sunshine minds
Living in these troubled times
Follow shop stewards like so many sheep
Sowing the seed that our children will reap

Go-slow workers with Union minds
Striking out for better times
Sunshine people with sunshine minds
Living in these troubled times
Get it together, no one knows how we feel
Sowing the seed that our children will reap

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Stomu Yamashita – synthesizer, percussion and timpani
Steve Winwood – lead vocals, piano and synthesizer
Michael Shrieve – drums
Klaus Schulze – synthesizers
Rosko Gee – bass guitar
Bernie Holland – rhythm guitar
Hisako Yamash’ta – violin and backing vocals
Thunderthighs – backing vocals
Brother James – congas
Lennox Langton – congas

All songs composed by Stomu Yamash’ta with lyrics by Michael Quartermain. Orchestral arrangements by Paul Buckmaster. Produced by Dennis Mackay and Stomu Yamash’ta with Paul Buckmaster.

Go – Solitude + Nature Lyrics

Go’s Solitude and Nature tracks are instrumental songs with no lyrics.

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, electric piano, synthesizer, electric guitar and saxophone
Willie Weeks – bass guitar
Andy Newmark – drums
Brother James – percussion

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. Produced by Steve Winwood and Chris Blackwell, engineered by Phill Brown

Steve Winwood – Hold On Lyrics

Hold on to me when you’re falling
When you’re falling down to the ground
Hold on to me when you feel like
When you feel like you can’t go on

Don’t be afraid I’ll never refuse you
Playing with a broken heart that’s lame again
Don’t be ashamed to reach out and take my helping hand
It’s so easy to be, to be free
All you got to do is
Hold on to me when you’re falling
Hold on to me when you’re falling down
Hold on to me when you’re falling down to the ground

(Hold on to me when you’re falling, Hold on to me when you’re falling)

Reach out to me when you’re crying
When you’re crying out in the rain
Reach out to me when you feel like when you
Feel like you can’t stand the pain

Don’t be ashamed to hold your head up
Walking to this state of mind ain’t’ no big deal
Don’t be afraid to reach out and there’s a friendly sky
Take your clue. all you’ve got to do is…
Hold on to me…

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, guitar and piano
Chris Wood – flute and saxophone
Jim Capaldi – drums, percussion and backing vocals
Dave Mason – acoustic guitar and backing vocals

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. Produced by Jimmy Miller.

Traffic – Forty Thousand Headmen Lyrics

Forty thousand headmen couldn’t make me change my mind
If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind
I know just where my feet should go and that’s enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea

Hadn’t traveled very far when suddenly I saw
Three small ships a-sailing all towards a distant shore
So lighting up a cigarette I followed in pursuit
And found a secret cave where they obviously stashed the loot
Filling up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose
I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes

I ventured forth before the dawn had stopped to change its mind
And soaring high above the clouds I found a golden shrine
Laying down my treasure before the iron gate
Quickly rang the bell hoping I hadn’t come too late

But someone came along and told me not to waste my time
And when I asked him who he was he said, “Just look behind”
So I turned around and forty thousand headmen hit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and that really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload
And by the time they learned I was heading down the road

Heading down the road
Forty thousand headmen
Roaming and rambling
Roaming and rambling
Roaming and rambling
There’s forty thousand headmen on my trail

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, piano, guitar and electric piano
Chris Wood – saxophone and flute
Jim Capaldi – percussion and backing vocals
Ric Grech – bass guitar and violin
Jim Gordon – drums
Rebop Kwaku Baah – congas, timbales and bongos

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. The title was suggested by actor Michael J. Pollard. Produced by Steve Winwood, engineered by Brian Humphries.

Traffic – The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys Lyrics

If you see something that looks like a star
And it’s shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can’t escape from the sound
Don’t worry, it’s alright, it’ll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys

And the sound that you’re hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you’re paying is too high-priced
While you’re living beyond all your means
The man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he’s made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn’t make any noise
And it wasn’t the bullet that laid him to rest
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys

If you had just a minute to breathe
They granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar to this?
Don’t worry it’s alright, it’ll happen to you
As sure as your sorrows are joys

And the sound that you’re hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you’re paying is too high-priced
While you’re living beyond all your means
The man in the suit has just bought a new car
And the profit he’s made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn’t make any noise
And it wasn’t the bullet that laid him to rest was
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys

If I gave you everything that I owned
And asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you
Or take me for a ride?
And strip me of everything including my pride
Spirit is something nothing can destroy

And the sound that I’m hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
Heeled boys
Heeled boys
Heeled boys
Heeled boys

Thank you
Round the plummet on site

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, keyboards and bass guitar
Eric Clapton – guitars
Ric Grech – bass guitar
Ginger Baker – drums and percussion

The song was written by Eric Clapton. Produced by Jimmy Miller.

Blind Faith – Presence Of The Lord Lyrics

I have finally found a way to live just like I never could before
I know that I don’t have much to give, but I can open any door
Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I have finally found a way to live in the colour of the Lord

I have finally found a place to live just like I never could before
And I know I don’t have much to give, but soon I’ll open any door
Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score

I have finally found a place to live, oh, in the presence of the Lord
In the presence of the Lord

I have finally found a way to live, just like I never could before
And I know I don’t have much to give, but I can open any door
Everybody knows the secret, I said everybody knows the score
I have finally found a way to live, oh, in the colour of the Lord
In the colour of the Lord

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, acoustic guitar and piano
Chris Wood – flute
Jim Capaldi – percussion and backing vocals
Dave Mason – guitar and backing vocals

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi. Produced by Jimmy Miller.

Traffic – No Face, No Name, No Number Lyrics

I’m looking for a girl who has no face
She has no name or number
And so I search within this lonely place
Knowing that I won’t find her

But I can’t stop this feeling deep inside of me
Ruling my mind
I feel no sound
Don’t know where I’m bound

The scenery’s all the same to me
Nothing has changed or faded
I’m a part of it, it’s a part of me
Painted cruel green and shaded

So trying to find myself must be the only way
To feel free

I feel no sound
Don’t know where I’m bound

I’m looking for a girl who has no face
She has no name or number

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, keyboards, guitars and autoharp
Eric Clapton – guitars
Ric Grech – bass guitar and violin
Ginger Baker – drums and percussion

The song was written by Steve Winwood and Ric Grech. Produced by Jimmy Miller.

Blind Faith – Sea Of Joy Lyrics

Following the shadows of the skies
Or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I’m feeling close to when the race is run
Waiting in our boats to set sail
Sea of joy

Once the door swings open into space
And I’m already waiting in disguise
Is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail
Sea of joy

Having trouble coming through
Through this concrete blocks my view
And it’s all because of you

Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail
Sea of joy

Sea of joy
Sea of joy
Sailing free
Sea of joy

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond B-3 organ and lead guitar
Spencer Davis – rhythm guitar and backing vocals
Muff Winwood – bass guitar
Pete York – drums and percussion
Jimmy Miller – additional percussion (African drum)

The song was written by Steve Winwood, Muff Winwood and Spencer Davis. Produced by Jimmy Miller.

The Spencer Davis Group – Gimme Some Lovin’ Lyrics

Hey!

Well, my temperature’s rising and my feet are on the floor
Crazy people knocking ’cause they’re wanting some more
Let me in, baby, I don’t know what you got
But you better take it easy, this place is hot

And I’m so glad we made it
So glad we made it

I want you gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’ every day

Hey!

Well, my head’s exploding and I’m floating to sound
Too much is happening ’cause you’re around
It’s been a hard day and nothing went too good
I’m gonna relax like everybody should

And I’m so glad we made it
So glad we made it

I want you gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’ every day

Hey!

Well, I feel so good, everything is getting hot
You’d better take some time off ’cause the place is on fire
Better start, baby, ’cause I have so much to do
We made it, baby, and it happened to you

And I’m so glad we made it
So glad we made it

You got it, gimme some lovin’ every day
(Gimme some lovin’) every night
(Gimme some lovin’) woo-hoo
(Gimme some lovin’) gimme some lovin’, baby

babe-baby
(Gimme some lovin’) ooh-ooh
(Gimme some lovin’) every day
(Gimme some lovin’) give your lovin’, baby
(Gimme some lovin’)

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Dave Mason – lead vocals, acoustic guitar and bass guitar
Chris Wood – flute
Jim Capaldi – drums

The song was written and performed by Dave Mason. Released on Island Records in 1968.

Note: “Just For You” was originally Dave Mason’s solo A-side single, released after he left Traffic following Mr. Fantasy. It later appeared as the opening track of Traffic’s Last Exit compilation.

Traffic – Just For You Lyrics

A sea of green, a sky of blue
It’s their time
All things to do
I see your face before me
And I’m wond’ring is it you
Looking through the window where there isn’t any view
So I’m taking from the chandelier
A crystal just for you

The music plays
The pheasant stays
A plane in the sky
Reality passing by

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, guitar, bass guitar and piano
Dave Mason – guitar, bass guitar and Mellotron
Chris Wood – flute, saxophone and backing vocals
Jim Capaldi – drums, percussion and backing vocals
Jimmy Miller – maracas (producer)

The song’s lyrics were written by Jim Capaldi. Music composed by Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi and Chris Wood. Produced by Jimmy Miller.

Traffic – Dear Mr. Fantasy Lyrics

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar
Make it snappy

You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn’t have known you all these years

Uh uh ah
Uh uh ah
Uh uh ah
Uh uh ah

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar
Make it snappy, yeah

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar
Make it snappy

You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn’t have known you all these years

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, Hammond organ, electric piano and guitar
Dave Mason – electric and acoustic guitars
Chris Wood – saxophone, flute and electric piano
Jim Capaldi – percussion, tambourine and backing vocals
Ric Grech – bass guitar
Rebop Kwaku Baah – congas, timbales and bongos
Jim Gordon – drums

The song was originally written by Steve Winwood, Muff Winwood and Spencer Davis.

Traffic – Gimme Some Lovin’ Lyrics

Well, my temp’rature’s risin’ and my feet on the floor,
Twenty people knockin’ ’cause they’re wanting some more,
Let me in, baby, I don’t know what you’ve got,
But you’d better take it easy, this place is hot
So glad we made it, so glad we made it
You gotta gimme some lovin’, gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’ every day.

Well, I feel so good, ev’rything is sounding hot,
Better take it easy, ’cause the place is on fire,
Been a hard day and I don’t know what to do,
Wait a minute, baby, it could happen to you.

So glad we made it, so glad we made it
You gotta gimme some lovin’, gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’ every day.

Well, I feel so good, ev’rybody’s gettin’ high,
Better take it easy, ’cause the place is on fire
Been a hard day, nothin’ went too good,
Now I’m gonna relax, honey, ev’rybody should

So glad we made it, so glad we made it
You gotta gimme some lovin’, gimme some lovin’
Gimme some lovin’ every day

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, lead guitar and keyboards
Spencer Davis – rhythm guitar, harmonica and backing vocals
Muff Winwood – bass guitar
Pete York – drums and percussion

The song was written by Jackie Edwards, produced by Chris Blackwell of Island Records.

The Spencer Davis Group – Keep On Running Lyrics

Keep on running, keep on hiding
One fine day I’m gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh, yeah, I’m gonna be your man.

Keep on running, running from my arms
One fine day I’m gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh yeah, I’m gonna be your man.

Hey, hey, hey
Everyone is talking about me
It makes me feel so sad.
Hey, hey, hey
Everyone is laughing at me,
It makes me feel so bad,
So keep on running

Keep on running, running from my arms
One fine day I’m gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh, yeah, I’m gonna be your man

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 2 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Steve Winwood – lead vocals, acoustic guitar and piano
Chris Wood – flute and percussion
Jim Capaldi – tambourine and backing vocals

“John Barleycorn” is a traditional English folk ballad of 16th century origin, arranged by Steve Winwood. The album was produced by Steve Winwood and Chris Blackwell, engineered by Andy Johns and Brian Humphries.

Traffic – John Barleycorn Lyrics

There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

They’ve ploughed, they’ve sown, they’ve harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They’ve let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

They’ve let him stand till midsummer’s day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John’s grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

They’ve hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They’ve rolled him and tied him by the waist
Serving him most barbarously

They’ve hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he’s bound him to the cart

They’ve wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They’ve hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he’s ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he’s brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can’t hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can’t mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Robert Fripp – guitar, Mellotron and electric piano
John Wetton – bass guitar and lead vocals
Bill Bruford – drums, timbales, cowbell and wood block
David Cross – violin, viola, Mellotron and electric piano
Jamie Muir – percussion and objects

The song’s lyrics were penned by Richard Palmer-James. Music composed by Robert Fripp and John Wetton.

King Crimson – Book Of Saturday Lyrics

If I only could deceive you
Forgetting the game
Every time I try to leave you
You laugh just the same

‘Cause my wheels never touch the road
And the jumble of lies we told
Just returns to my back to weigh me down

We lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in the band

Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo

All completeness in the morning
Asleep on your side
I’ll be waking up the crewmen
Banana-boat ride

She responds like limousine
Brought alive on the silent screen
To the shuddering breath of yesterday

There’s the succor of the needy
Incredible scenes
I’ll believe you in the future
Your life and death dreams

As the cavalry of despair
Takes a stand in the lady’s hair
For the favor of making sweet sixteen

You make my life and times
A book of bluesy Saturdays
And I have to choose

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 1 program and the full program, click here.

Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Greg Lake – lead vocals, bass guitar, electric guitar and acoustic guitar
Keith Emerson – Hammond organ, piano, celesta and Moog synthesizer
Carl Palmer – drums and percussion

The song’s lyrics were written by Greg Lake. Music composed by Keith Emerson and Greg Lake. The album was produced by Greg Lake.

Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Stones Of Years Lyrics

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.

Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you’d know how the waters’ brine,
Tastes of wine,

How can you know where you’ve been?
In time you’ll see the sign
And realize your sin.

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.

Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?

You can’t hear anything at all

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Artists

Musicians featured in this piece are:

Keith Emerson – Harrison & Harrison pipe organ
Carl Palmer – drums and percussion
Greg Lake – lead vocals and acoustic guitar

Promenade is based on the original composition by Modest Mussorgsky. Adapted and arranged by Emerson, Lake & Palmer.

The Sage on the other hand is an original composition written solely by Greg Lake, performed as an intimate acoustic piece within the suite.

Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Promenade – The Sage Lyrics

Promenade Lyrics
Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone
Wipe away endless years
Childhood tears as dry as stone

From seeds of confusion
Illusions dark blossoms have grown
Even now in furrows of sorrow
The doubt still is sown

My life’s course is guided
Decided by limits drawn
On charts of my past ways
And pathways since I was born

The Sage Lyrics
I carry the dust of a journey 
That cannot be shaken away 
It lives deep within me 
For I breathe it every day 

You and I are yesterdays answers 
The earth of the past come to flesh 
Eroded by times rivers 
To the shapes we now possess. 

Come share of my breath and my substance 
And mingle our streams and our times 
In bright infinite moments 
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.

To listen to other songs from the Teleskop 1 program and the full program, click here.