quadrophenia fritz I went back to the doctor To get another shrink. I have to tell him about my weekend, But he never betrays what he thinks. Can you see the real me doctor? I went back to my mother I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me." She said, "I know how it feels son, 'Cos it runs in the family." Can you see the real me, mother? The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Strange people who know me Peeping from behind every window pane. The girl I used to love Lives in this yellow house. Yesterday she passed me by, She doesn't want to know me now. Can you see the real me, can you? I went to the holy man, Full of lies and hate, I seemed to scare him a little So he showed me to the golden gate. Can you see the real me preacher? Can you see the real me doctor? Can you see the real me mother? Can you see the real me me me me me Why should I care If I got to cut my hair? I got to move with the fashion Or be outcast. I know I should fight But my old man he's really alright, And I'm still living at home (Even though it won't last.) Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents Five inches long. I'm out on the street again And I'm leaping along. I'm dressed right for a beachfight, But I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still Here in my brain. The kids at school Have parents that seem so cool. And though I don't want to hurt them Mine want me their way. I clean my room and my shoes But my mother found a box of blues, And there doesn't seem much hope They'll let me stay. Why do I have to be different to them? Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend, We have the same old row, again and again. Why do I have to move with a crowd Of kids that hardly notice I'm around, I have to work myself to death just to fit in. I'm coming down Got home on the very first train from town. My dad just left for work He wasn't talking. It's all a game, 'Cos inside I'm just the same, My fried egg makes me sick First thing in the morning. You declared you would be three inches taller You only became what we made you. Thought you were chasing a destiny calling You only earned what we gave you. You fell and cried as our people were starving, Now you know that we blame you. You tried to walk on the trail we were carving, Now you know that we framed you. I'm the guy in the sky Flying high Flashing eyes No surprise I told lies I'm the punk in the gutter I'm the new president But I grew and I bent Don't you know? don't it show? I'm the punk with the stutter. My my my my my mmmm my my my. GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation. We tried to speak between lines of oration You could only repeat what we told you. Your axe belongs to a dying nation, They don't know that we own you. You're watching movies trying to find the feelers, You only see what we show you. We're the slaves of the phony leaders Breathe the air we have blown you. I have to be careful not to preach I can't pretend that I can teach, And yet I've lived your future out By pounding stages like a clown. And on the dance floor broken glass, The bloody faces slowly pass, The broken seats in empty rows, It all belongs to me you know. Every year is the same And I feel it again, I'm a loser - no chance to win. Leaves start falling, Come down is calling, Loneliness starts sinking in. But I'm one. I am one. And I can see That this is me, And I will be, You'll all see I'm the one. Where do you get Those blue blue jeans? Faded patched secret so tight. Where do you get That walk oh so lean? Your shoes and your shirts All just right. But I'm one etc. I got a Gibson Without a case But I can't get that even tanned look on my face. Ill fitting clothes I blend in the crowd, Fingers so clumsy Voice too loud. But I'm one. I am a man who looks after the pigs Usually I get along OK. I am man who reveals all he digs, Should be more careful what I say. I'm getting put down, I'm getting pushed round, I'm being beaten every day. My life's fading, But things are changing, I'm not gonna sit and weep again. I am man who drives a local bus I take miners to work, but the pits all closed today. It's easy to see that you are one of us. Ain't it funny how we all seem to look the same? My karma tells me You've been screwed again. If you let them do it to you You've got yourself to blame. It's you who feels the pain It's you that feels ashamed. I am a young man I ain't done very much, You men should remember how you used to fight. Just like a child, I've been seeing only dreams, I'm all mixed up but I know what's right. When a man is running from his boss Who hold a gun that fires "cost" And people die from being cold Or left alone because they're old And bombs are dropped on fighting cats And children's dreams are run with rats If you complain you disappear Just like the lesbians and queers No one can love without the grace Of some unseen and distant face And you get beaten up by blacks Who though they worked still got the sack And when your soul tells you to hide Your very right to die denied And in the battle on the streets You fight computers and receipts And when a man is trying to change But only causes further pain You realize that all along Something in us going wrong You stop dancing. I see a man without a problem I see a country always starved, I hear the music of a heartbeat, I walk, and people turn and laugh. Is it in my head Is it in my head Is in my head here at the start? Is it in my head Is it in my head Is it in my head, or in my heart? I pick up phones and hear my history. I dream of all the calls I miss. I try to number those who love me, And find exactly what the trouble is. I feel I'm being followed, My head is empty Yet every word I say turns out a sentence. Statements to a stranger Just asking for directions Turn from being help to being questions. I see a man without a problem. You were under the impression That when you were walking forward You'd end up further onward But things ain't quite that simple. You got altered information You were told to not take chances You missed out on new dances Now you're losing all your dimples. My jacket's gonna be cut and slim and checked, Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck. I ride a G S scooter with my hair cut neat, Wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet. Love Reign O'er Me. Love Reign O'er Me. Love. I've had enough of living I've had enough of dying I've had enough of smiling I've had enough of crying I've taken all the high roads I've squandered and I've saved I've had enough of childhood I've had enough of graves... Get a job and fight to keep it, Strike out to reach a mountain. Be so nice on the outside But inside keep ambition Don't cry because you hunt them Hurt them first they'll love you There's a millionaire above you And you're under his suspicion. I've had enough of dancehalls I've had enough of pills I've had enough of streetfights I've seen my share of kills I'm finished with the fashions And acting like I'm tough I'm bored with hate and passion I've had enough of trying to love. Why should I care? Girls of fifteen Sexually knowing The ushers are sniffing Eu-de-cologning The seats are seductive Celibate sitting Pretty girls digging Prettier women. Magically bored On a quiet street corner Free frustration In our minds and our toes Quiet stormwater My generation Uppers and downers Either way blood flows. Inside outside. Leave me alone. Inside outside. Nowhere is home. Inside outside, Where have I been? Out of my brain on the five fifteen. On a raft in the quarry Slowly sinking. On the back of a lorry Holy hitching. Dreadfully sorry Apple scrumping. Born in the war Birthday punching. He man drag In the glittering ballroom Greyly outrageous In my high heel shoes Tightly undone They know what they're showing Sadly ecstatic That their heros are news. Why should I care? Here by the sea and sand Nothing ever goes as planned, I just couldn't face going home It was just a drag on my own. They finally threw me out My mother got drunk on stout, My dad couldn't stand on two feet, As he lectured about morality. Now I guess the families complete, With me hanging round on the street Or here on the beach. The girl I love Is a perfect dresser, Wears every fashion Gets it to the tee. Heavens above, I got to match her She knows just how She wants her man to be Leave it to me. My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck I ride a G S scooter with my hair cut neat I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet. I see her dancing Across the ballroom U V light making starshine Of her smile. I am the face, She has to know me, I'm dressed up better than anyone Within a mile. So how come the other tickets look much better? Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter. How come the girls come on oh so cool Yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool. Come sleep on the beach Keep within my reach I just want to die with you near I'm feeling so high with you here. I'm wet and I'm cold But thank God I ain't old I should have split home at fifteen Why didn't I ever say what I mean? There's a story that the grass is so green, What did I see? Where have I been? Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand There are men high up there fishing, Haven't seen quite enough of the world, I ain't seen a sign of my hero, And I'm still diving down for pearls. Let me flow into the ocean, Let me get back to the sea. Let me be stormy and let me be calm, Let the tide in, and set me free. I'm flowing under bridges, Then flying through the sky, I'm travelling down cold metal Just a tear in baby's eye. Let me flow into the ocean Let me get back to the sea Let me be stormy and let me be calm Let the tide in, rush over me. I am not the actor This can't be the scene But I am in the water, As far as I can see... I'm remembering distant memories Recalling other names. Rippling over canyons, And boiling in the train. The beach is a place where a man can feel He's the only soul in the world that's real, Well I see a face coming through the haze, I remember him from those crazy days. Ain't you the guy who used to set the paces Riding up in front of a hundred faces, I don't suppose you would remember me, But I used to follow you back in sixty three. I've got a good job And I'm newly born. You should see me dressed up in my uniform. I work in hotel all gilt and flash. Remember the place where the doors were smashed? Bell Boy! I got to keep running now. Bell Boy! Keep my lip buttoned down. Bell Boy! Carry this baggage out. Bell Boy! Always running at someone's heel. You know how I feel, always running at someone's heel. Some nights I still sleep on the beach. Remember when stars were in reach. Then I wander in early to work, Spend the day licking boots for my perks. People often change But when I look in your eyes, You could learn a lot from A job like mine. The secret to me Isn't flown like a flag I carry it behind This little badge What says... Bell Boy! Laugh and say I'm green I've seen things you'll never see. Talk behind my back But I'm off the beaten track. I'll take on anyone Ain't scared of a bloody nose, Drink till I drop down With one eye on my clothes. What is it? I'll take it. Who is she? I'll rape it. Got a bet there? I'll meet it. Getting High? You can't beat it. Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim When I'm pilled you don't notice him, He only comes out when I drink my gin. You say she's a virgin. I'm gonna be the first in. Her fellah's gonna kill me? Oh fucking will he. I'm seeing double But don't miss me if you can. There's gonna be trouble When she choses her man. Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim etc. Is it me? For a moment The stars are falling. The heat is rising The past is calling. I'm going back soon Home to get the baboon. Who cut up my eye, Messed up my Levis. I'm feeling restless Bring another score around Maybe something stronger Could really hold me down. Only love Can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea. Only love Can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers' Laying in the fields. Love, Reign o'er me. Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me. Only love Can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky. Only love Can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high. Love Reign O'er me. On the dry and dusty road The nights we spend apart alone I need to get back home to cool cool rain. The nights are hot and black as ink I can't sleep and I lay and I think Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain. 041129 ... hypochondria Brighton is a fantastic place. The sea is so gorgeous you want to jump into it and sink. When I was there last time there were about two thousand mods driving up and down the promenade on scooters. My scooter's seen the last of Brighton bloody promenade now, I know that. I felt really anonymous then, sort of like I was in an army. But everyone was a mod. Wherever you looked there were mods. Some of them were so well dressed it was sickening. Levi's had only come into fashion about a month before and some people had jeans on that looked like they'd been born wearing them. There was this bloke there that seemed to be the ace face. He was dancing one night in the Aquarium ballroom and everyone was copying him. He kept doing different dances, but everyone would copy it and the whole place would be dancing a dance that he'd only just made up. That's power for you, he was really heavy too, though. When the mods collected in Brighton, the Rockers would turn up too. There were never as many of them, but this geezer once took two of them at once and beat them. That didn't usually happen I can tell you. I was in a crowd of kids once chasing three Rockers down Brighton Pier. As it seemed they were going to get caught anyway they stopped and turned to meet their fate. All hundred of these kids I was with stopped dead. I was the first to stop, but the rest ran, so I had to follow. There's nothing uglier than a Rocker. This ace face geezer wouldn't have run. He smashed the glass doors of this hotel too. He was terrific. He had a sawn-off shotgun under his jacket and he'd be kicking at plate-glass and he still looked like he was Fred Astaire reborn. Quite funny, I met him earlier today. He ended up working at the same hotel. But he wasn't the manager. I never ever felt like I blasphemed. You know, in an old fashioned sense. But I was in a pretty blasphemous mood when I left for Brighton. Brighton cheered me up. But then it let me down. Me folks had let me down, Rock had let me down, women had let me down, work wasn't worth the effort, school isn't even worth mentioning. But I never ever thought I'd feel let down by being a mod. I pinched this boat, first time I'd ever been on a boat at sea. I had another few leapers to keep from coming down and I felt a bit bravado. So I headed for this Rock out off the coast. It was sticking up very jagged, but very peaceful. I didn't know then what I was up to, but I know now. Schizophrenia! What a laugh. It must be alright to be plain ordinary mad. About halfway over I took a swallow of this Gibneys gin I'd bought. Booze never did help me much though. On the boat it did me right in, specially on top of the pills and the come-down. Anyway, the sound of the engine turned into this drone, then the drone turned into a sound like pianos or something. Like heavenly choirs or orchestras tuning up. It was really an incredible sound. Like the sort of noise you'd expect to hear in heaven, if there is such a place. I pinched myself and I wasn't really drunk anymore. I was floating. I felt really happy. I must have looked bloody stupid as it happens. I was waving me Gibneys around in the air and singing in tune with the engine. The sound got better and better. I was nearly delirious when I got to the Rock. I switched off the engine and jumped onto it. When the engine stopped, so did the music. And when that beautiful music stopped, I remembered the come-down I had, I felt sick from the booze, the sea was splashing all over the place and there was thunder in the distance. I remembered why I had come to this bastard Rock. So that's why I'm here, the bleeding boat drifted off and I'm stuck here in the pissing rain with my life flashing before me. Only it isn't flashing, it's crawling. Slowly. Now it's just the bare bones of what I am. A tough guy, a helpless dancer. A romantic, is it me for a moment? A bloody lunatic, I'll even carry your bags. A beggar, a hypocrite, love reign over me. Schizophrenic? I'm Bleeding Quadrophenic. 041129 ... quad 041129 ... fix 041129 what's it to you? who go blather from