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Quadrophenia 1973 Roger Daltrey – lead vocals, backing vocals, harmonica Pete Townshend – guitar, piano, synthesizer, backing and lead vocals John Entwistle – bass, brass, backing and lead vocals Keith Moon – drums, occasional vocals You were under the impression That when you were walking forwards That 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 I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet Love reign o'er me 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 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 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 Love reign o'er me Reign o'er me Love reign o'er me Love I've had enough of dance halls I've had enough of pills I've had enough of street fights 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

Odds And Sods 1974 Roger Daltrey – lead vocals, backing vocals, harmonica Pete Townshend – guitar, piano, synthesizer, backing and lead vocals John Entwistle – bass, brass, backing and lead vocals Keith Moon – drums, occasional vocals Leslie West - lead guitar Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But Ithe clouds are sure to pass The seeds are bursting Springs a seeping Lay down my darling Love ain't for keeping Black ash from the foundry Hangs like a hood But the air is so pure By the burning firewood You bring me tea Say the babes are sleeping Lay down beside me Love ain't for keeping Lay down beside me Love ain't for keeping Lay down my darling Love ain't for keeping

2002 It seems like everyday's the same and I'm left to discover on my own It seems like everything is gray and there's no color to behold They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah Try to stay sober, feels like I'm dyin', here And I am aware now of how everything's gonna be fine one day Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now, seems everyone's gonna be fine One day too late, just as well I feel the dream in me expire and there's no one left to blame it on I hear you label me a liar 'cause I can't seem to get this through You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah Why try to stay sober when I'm dyin', here? And I am aware now of how everything's gonna be fine one day Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now, seems everyone's gonna be fine One day too late, just as well And I'm not scared now. I must assure you, you're never gonna get away And I'm not scared now. And I'm not scared now, No.. I am aware now of how everything's gonna fine one day Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now seems eveyone's gonna be fine One day too late, just as well I am prepared now, seems eveything's gonna be fine for me For me; for myself For me, for me, for myself For me, for me, for myself I am pepared now for myself I am prepared now, and I am found... again

2004 Shaun Morgan – writing (as Shaun Welgemoed), vocals, guitar Dale Stewart – writing, bass, vocals Pat Callahan – additional guitars John Humphrey – drums Double G – string arrangement I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh I want to hold you high and steal your pain away I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well I want to hold you high and steal your pain 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away The worst is over now and we can breathe again I want to hold you high, you steal my pain away There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight I want to hold you high and steal your pain 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Facelift 1990 Layne Staley – lead vocals Jerry Cantrell – guitar, backing vocals, Mike Starr – bass, backing vocals Sean Kinney – drums, percussion, additional backing vocals, piano Additional personnel Kevin Shuss - additional backing vocals Production and management Ooh I tried to love you I thought I could I tried to own you I thought I would I want to peel the skin from your face Before the real you lays to waste You told me I'm the only one Sweet little angel You should have run Lying, crying, dying to leave Innocence creates my hell Cheating myself Still, you know more It would be so easy With a whore Try to understand me, little girl My twisted passion to be your world Lost inside my sick head I live for you but I'm not alive Take my hand before I kill I still love you, but, I still burn Yeah Love, hate, love Yeah Love, hate, love Yeah Love, hate, love Oh Love, hate, love Yeah Love, hate, love

Dirt 1992 Layne Staley – lead vocals, rhythm guitar Jerry Cantrell – co-lead vocals backing vocals, lead and rhythm guitar, acoustic guitars Mike Starr – bass Sean Kinney – drums I broke you in the canyon I drowned you in the lake You, a snake that I would trample Only thing I'd not embrace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I pushed and then you stumbled I kicked you in the face You stared at me so hollow Got to keep that killing pace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I burned the place around you I hit you with a rake You piss upon my candle So proving you're a fake Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away

Chris Cornell – lead vocals Tom Morello – guitars Tim Commerford – bass guitar Brad Wilk – drums Someone falls to pieces Sleeping all alone Someone kills the pain Spinning in the silence She finally drifts away Someone gets excited In a chapel yard Catches a bouquet Another lays a dozen White roses on a grave And be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do Someone finds salvation in everyone Another only pain Someone tries to hide himself Down inside himself he prays Someone swears his true love Until the end of time Another runs away separate or united Healthy or insane And be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do) To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do) To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do) Be yourself is all that you can do Even when you've paid enough Been pulled apart Or been held up Every single memory of The good or bad, faces of love Don't lose any sleep tonight I'm sure everything will end up alright You may win or lose But to be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do) To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do) To be yourself is all that you can Be yourself is all that you can Be yourself is all that you can do

Back Against The Wall 2005 Steve Howe (Yes, Asia) - Acoustic Guitars Billy Sherwood - Vocals, Keyboards Del Palmer (Kate Bush) - Bass Look, Mummy. The small plane up in the sky Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? Did, did, did, did you ever wonder Why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky? Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long gone But the pain lingers on Goodbye blue sky Goodbye blue sky Goodbye Goodbye

Superunknown 1994 Chris Cornell – lead and backing vocals, rhythm guitar Kim Thayil – lead guitar Ben Shepherd – bass, drums and percussion, backing vocals , lead vocals and guitar Matt Cameron – drums, percussion, backing vocals, Mellotron pots and pans I see that smile, I see that smile I see that smile on your face We hear you cry, we hear you wail We see that smile on your face Will you trail? We see you dance We take that away every day We see you dry and turn your head Then we slap your face Bow down, bow down Bow down to your life Head down, head down Head down to hide that smile Head high, head high Head high, you've got to smile Head high, head high Head high, you've got to smile We see you try, we see you fail Some things never change We hear you cry, we hear you wail We steal that smile on your face Bow down, bow down Bow down, so live your life Head down, head down Head down to hide your smile Head high, head high Head high, you've got to smile Head high, head high Head high, got to smile

Superunknown 1994 Chris Cornell – lead and backing vocals, rhythm guitar Kim Thayil – lead guitar Ben Shepherd – bass, drums and percussion, backing vocals , lead vocals and guitar Matt Cameron – drums, percussion, backing vocals, Mellotron pots and pans Long time coming It seemed to get me through Long time coming Many served the few And long to taste the shame That bows down before you Long time coming It seemed to get me by Long time coming It seemed to satisfy You longed to taste the shame That everybody tries Shame shame Throw yourself away Give me little bits of more than I can take If it sits upon your tongue or naked in your eye Give me little bits of more than I can try Throw yourself away Throw yourself away Yeah Shame shame Throw yourself away Give me little bits of More than I can take If it sits upon your Tongue or naked in your eye Give me little bits of More than I can try Long time coming, long time coming

Audioslave Chris Cornell – vocals Tim Commerford – bass, backing vocals Brad Wilk – drums Tom Morello – guitars On a cobweb afternoon In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone And if we're good, we'll lay to rest Anywhere we want to go In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I'll wait for you there Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone And on my deathbed I will pray To the gods and the angels Like a pagan to anyone Who will take me to heaven To a place I recall I was there so long ago The sky was bruised The wine was bled And there you led me on In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I'll wait for you there Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone Alone And on I read Until the day was gone And I sat in regret Of all the things I've done For all that I've blessed And all that I've wronged In dreams until my death I will wander on In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I'll wait for you there Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone Alone

Temple of the Dog Jeff Ament – bass guitar, art direction and design, photography Matt Cameron - drums, percussion Chris Cornell – lead vocals, harmonica, banjo Stone Gossard – rhythm guitar, slide guitar, acoustic guitar Mike McCready – lead guitars Eddie Vedder – backing vocals co-lead vocals Mother mother found me on her step Gracious mother held me to her breast Until the day I started pushin' Too late to cry she turned away I started pushin' I saw no future in this life I started pushin' Pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back Baby brother clinging to her hair Gracious mother pleading, "not another soul to bare" He started pushin' All my kings have fallen down I started pushin' Fallen heroes feed the ground I started pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back Fallin' down, now I know her I know I'll never drown, drown, drown Fallin' down, now I know her I know I'll never drown, drown, drown Ah , I was pushin' I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back I was pushin', pushin', pushin' forward back

Temple of the Dog 1991 Jeff Ament – bass guitar, art direction and design, photography Matt Cameron - drums, percussion Chris Cornell – lead vocals, harmonica ,banjo Stone Gossard – rhythm guitar, slide guitar, acoustic guitar Mike McCready – lead guitars Eddie Vedder – backing vocals co-lead vocals Wooden Jesus, where are you from? Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan? But I didn't know it was the Holy Land But I believed from the minute the check left my hand and I pray Can I be saved? I spent all my money on a future grave Wooden Jesus, I'll cut you in On twenty percent of my future sin I'll cut you in In porcelain Mary, her majesties pure Looking for virgin territory Coat hanger halos, they don't come cheap From television shepherds with living room sheep and I pray Can I be saved? I spent all my money on a future grave Wooden Jesus, I'll cut you in On twenty percent of my future sin I'll cut you in I'll cut you in Ah! Wooden Jesus, where are you from? Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan? But I didn't know it was the Holy Land But I believed from the minute the check left my hand Can I be saved? I spent all my money on a future grave Wooden Jesus, I'll cut you in On twenty percent of my future sin Hey I'll cut you in I'll cut you in I'll cut you in I'll cut you in I'll cut you in I'll cut you in Yeah! Oh