Rod Stewart And The Faces "You can make me dance, sing or anything (even take the dog for a walk, mend a fuse, fold away the ironing board, or any other domestic short comings)" - 1974 

(Rod Stewart/Ron Wood/Kenney Jones/Tetsu Yamauchi/Ian McLagan)

Fu l'ultimo singolo ufficiale del gruppo inglese Faces. Apparse successivamente sulla raccolta "Snakes And Ladders - The Best Of The Faces" del 1976 .

La canzone conserva tutt'ora il primato del titolo più lungo nelle classifiche degli hit inglesi.

Hey baby, i wanna say something to ya', listen

Sometimes when i get out of my head

And i say all the wrong things

Sometimes i know i stay out late at night

And i get back fighting, hey babe

Somehow all my plans keep slippin' through my hands

And i end up crying, but listen

I can be a millionaire

Honey when you're standing there you're so exciting

You can make me dance, you can make me sing

You can make me do just any old thing and i love it

Sometimes i wanna get up so early

And get away from here girl

Summer's gone and before long

North winds blow, that bring the snow

I'll keep us warm girl

My schemes it seems are merely dreams

Fading with each morning, hey babe

But this old heart of mine

Is far too proud not to keep on trying

You can make me dance, you can make me sing

You can make me do just any old thing, yeah baby

So little bird don't fly away

Want you here every day

Don't ever leave me

I'd rather lose both my eyes

Than never see your smiling face again girl

You can make me dance, you can make me sing

You can make me do just any old thing

You can make me dance, you can make me sing

You can make me do just any old thing

Hey babe, keep on loving me babe

Yeah, keep on loving me babe

Just keep on loving me babe ...

Just keep on loving me darling ...

Woww, alright, hey baby, oh darling

Keep on loving me darling

Just keep on loving me darling ...

Soft Machine "Moon In June" - The Peel Sessions

(Words and Music by Robert Wyatt )

I can still remember 

The last time we played on Top Gear 

And though each little song 

Was less than three minutes long 

Mike squeezed a solo in... somehow 

And although we like our longer tunes 

It seemed polite to cut them down 

To little bits - they might be hits 

Who gives an... after all ? 

Tell me how would you feel 

In the place of John Peel ? 

You just can't please 

all of the musicians all the time 

Playing now is lovely 

Here in the BBC 

We're free to play almost as long and as loud 

As a jazz group, or an orchestra on Radio 3 

There are dancehalls and theatres 

With acoustics worse than here 

Not forgetting the extra facilities 

Such as the tea machine, just along the corridor 

So to all our mates like Kevin, 

Caravan, the old Pink Floyd 

Allow me to recommend Top Gear 

Despite its extraordinary name 

Yes, playing, playing now is lovely 

Here in the BBC 

We're free to play almost as long and as loud 

As the foreign language classes... and the John Cage interview... 

and the jazz groups... and the orchestras on Radio 3 

Pop stars drink each others' wine 

Plough each others' earth 

Hoping for companionship 

And then perhaps rebirth 

Plant seeds in fresher plots of earth 

Bound up in concepts and dreams 

And fears of worse things to come 

They never do 

They stay the same 

Music-making still 

Performs a normal function 

Background noise for people 

Eating and talking and drinking and smoking 

That's all right by us 

Don't think that we're complaining 

After all it's only leisure time, isn't it ? 

I could almost sing this song 

In a nice tone of voice 

If I had to, I'd be glad to 

It's awfully nice to be here 

So let's open the beers and get tipsy 

We'd be mad to 

But if you sound refined 

You just can't blow the mind of a kiddy 

Or a young lady 

And if you come from the sun 

You just can't fool them all into thinking 

That you're alright really 

So before this feeling dies 

Remember, I could be telling lies 

Now, I love your eyes 

See how the time flies 

I think it's so great 

You seem to change your fate 

By working and playing 

Something new in every way 

Can be yours in a day 

But I wonder what I'm really saying 

So just before this feeling dies 

Remember I may be telling lies 

Falsehoods 

White lies 

Adverts 

Idle-check 

Banter 

Half truths 

Rumours 

And just lies, plain lies... 

I shan't say... 

One more word... 

So instead... I'll play drums...