Pete Townshend
contact
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Pete Townshend
Miscellaneous
Contact
Stop cold in your tracks;
this brother could not relax;
and like a stone between my eyes,
I'm gonna shed its disguise;
Don't let me lose, don't let me lose contact.
Movin' fast with the feeling;
pulling hard and there's no concealing;
diamond fingers pull me through;
couldn't do it without you.
Now I'm seeing what, I'm seeing what I believe in.
You give me a piece of your action;
you star (stone) me with a calm;
I've been fed off my kharma,
too much, much too long.
Being pushed at the frontier;
feel it up to my ears;
to you my life is melting in,
without you to helter shelter me.
Now I'm not stoppin', not stoppin' where love is feeling
- Album:
- Truancy: The Very Best of Pete Townshend
- Miscellaneous
- Deep End Live!
- How Can I Help You
- Guantanamo
- Scoop
- All the Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes
- Uniforms
- Anthology
- Empty Glass
- Lifehouse Chronicles
- Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan
- Chimes of Freedom - The Songs of Bob Dylan (Honoring 50...
- 100 Greatest TV Themes, Volume 2
- Quadrophenia
- Quadrophenia (Super Deluxe)
- Quadrophenia (Super Deluxe Edition)
- Tommy
- Tommy (Super Deluxe Edition)
- Tommy (Super Deluxe)