Jeff Beck

Young Boy Blues
Every time I kiss somebody new
I make believe I'm kissing you
But I can't kid my aching heart
'Cause my heart knows we're still apart
And each night is like a thousand years
Since I got these young boy blues

I wanna cry when I hear your name
If I cry I feel ashamed
So I let my pride be my guide
I keep those tears inside
And each night is like a thousand years
I can't lose these young boy blues

Don't know where to go
Don't know what to do
I'm so lost and lonely since I lost you

Every time I kiss somebody new
I make believe I'm kissing you
But I can't kid my aching heart
'Cause my heart knows we're still apart
And each night is like a thousand years
Since I got these young boy blues

Don't know where to go
Don't know what to do
I'm so lost and lonely since I lost you

Every time I kiss somebody new
I make believe I'm kissing you
But I can't kid my aching heart
'Cause my heart knows we're still apart
And each night is like a thousand years
I can't lose these young boy blues
Each night is like a thousand years
Since I got these young boy blues
Each night is like a thousand years
I can't lose these young boy blues

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
You shook me so hard, baby, baby, baby, please come home
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing
I have a baby, won't do nothing, buy a diamond ring

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
I know you really, really did babe
I said, you shook me, baby, you shook me all night long
You shook me so hard, baby, you shook me all night long

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
You shook me so hard, baby, baby, baby, please come home
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing
I have a baby, won't do nothing, buy a diamond ring

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
I know you really, really did babe
I said, you shook me, baby, you shook me all night long
You shook me so hard, baby, you shook me all night long

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
You shook me so hard, baby, baby, baby, please come home
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing
I have a baby, won't do nothing, buy a diamond ring

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long
I know you really, really did babe
I said, you shook me, baby, you shook me all night long
You shook me so hard, baby, you shook me all night long

I want somebody here to tell me why,
There's always smoke up in the sky.
Please don't make me want to cry,
Detail has not been seen.
Summer trees should all be green,
Plain and green as they have been,
Sun don't ever change the scene,
Please never let them die.

What do you want? [Repeat: x4]

Sounds which soar above my ears,
Will naturally precede in years,
They only cause a flood of tears,
I want to turn and run.
Don't need someone to make my fun,
Only need to see the sun,
I will not go and cause harm,
I cannot think that way.

What do you want? [Repeat: x4]

Sit spellbound by a flickering screen,
Watch the ever changing scenes,
Listen to the rising screams,
Of children of today.
Lock your doors and stay within,
Upon your face the stupid grins,
Penalty for unrealized sins,
Committed on your way.

What do you want? [Repeat: x6]

(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)

I want somebody here to tell me why,
There's always smoke up in the sky.
Please don't make me want to cry,
Detail has not been seen.
Summer trees should all be green,
Plain and green as they have been,
Sun don't ever change the scene,
Please never let them die.

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

Sounds which soar above my ears,
Will naturally precede in years,
They only cause a flood of tears,
I want to turn and run.
Don't need someone to make my fun,
Only need to see the sun,
I will not go and cause harm,
I cannot think that way.

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

Sit spellbound by a flickering screen,
Watch the ever changing scenes,
Listen to the rising screams,
Of children of today.
Lock your doors and stay within,
Upon your face the stupid grins,
Penalty for unrealised sins,
Committed on your way.

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

What do you want?
What do you want?

(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)

ah-ah-ah......

How your restless hungry eyes,
Speak of cloudy summer skies.
The morning dew,
Turns into rain,
Lonely winds will call my name.

Dying leaves of seasons brown,
Losing life as they drift down.
Too soon in life,
Return to earth,
Only they can know their worth.

Distant dreams of things to be,
Wandering thoughts that can't be free.
I feel my mind,
Turning away,
To the darkness of my day.

Aboard a train
I met a dame
She was a hipster
Man a real gone dame
She wasn't pretty
For New York City
As we strut down on that ol' fairlane
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

I made a stop round Albuquerque
She must'a thought I was real gone jerk
Got off the train at El Paso
A' looking so good I couldn't let her go
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Aboard a train
I met a dame
She was a hipster
Man a real gone dame
She wasn't pretty
For New York City
As we strut down on that ol' fairlane
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

I made a stop round Albuquerque
She must'a thought I was real gone jerk
Got off the train at El Paso
A' looking so good I couldn't let her go
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there, too,
Throw my troubles out the door,
I don't need them any more
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.

I should have left this town this morning
But it was more than I could do.
Oh, your love comes on so strong
And I've waited all day long
For tonight when I'll be staying here with you.

Is it really any wonder
The love that a stranger might receive.
You cast your spell and I went under,
I find it so difficult to leave.

I can hear that whistle blowin',
I see that stationmaster, too,
If there's a poor boy on the street,
Then let him have my seat
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.

Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there, too,
Throw my troubles out the door,
I don't need them any more
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you

Throw my ticket out the window, throw my suitcase out there too
Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them anymore
Tonight I'll be staying here with you girl

I should of left this town this morning
But it was more than I could do, yes it was
Your love comes on so strong, I knew it won't be long
Tonight I'll be staying here with you girl

Is there any wonder
The love that a stranger might receive
You cast your spell and I went under
I find it so difficult to leave
I can hear that whistle blowin
See the station master too
See the poor boy on the street
I let him have my seat
Tonight I'll be staying here with you girl

Throw my ticket out the window, throw my suitcase out there too
Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them anymore
Let me tell ya now
Tonight I'll be staying here with you
Tonight I'll be staying here with you
Tonight, tonight, night, night, night, night, night
I'll be staying here with you
Tonight I'll be staying here with you

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please,
How can I know just what to be?
Please stop and give advice to me.

Tell me,
Tell me,
How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on the shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,
I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road.

Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Who's gonna tell me what to do?
Then they will say that I am true.
Maybe,
Maybe,
Perhaps I'll come to a great success,
Or possible a dreadful mess.

Maybe,
Maybe,
(Having buys it's?) fortune, fame,
Living's just a little game.

Woooo-aaah,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

How can I know just what to be,
Please stop and give advice to me,
Tell me,
Tell me,

How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on a shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,

I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road

Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please,
How can I know just what to be?
Please stop and give advice to me.

Tell me,
Tell me,
How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on the shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,
I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road.

Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Who's gonna tell me what to do?
Then they will say that I am true.
Maybe,
Maybe,
Perhaps I'll come to a great success,
Or possible a dreadful mess.

Maybe,
Maybe,
(Having buys it's?) fortune, fame,
Living's just a little game.

Woooo-aaah,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

How can I know just what to be,
Please stop and give advice to me,
Tell me,
Tell me,

How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on a shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,

I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road

Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor

"What Mama Said" was nominated for the 2000 Grammy Award for Best Rock Instrumental Performance.

Jeff Beck's first all-instrumental album in a decade finds him tossing a few contemporary peppers into his pot of musical virtuosity.

Reuniting once again with GUITAR SHOP keyboardist Tony Hymas, Beck maintains a balance between contemporary, Art Of Noise-flavored tracks

("Space For The Papa," "TX138") complete with delays, techno beats and looped guitars, and a reunion with '70s fusion running buddy Jan Hammer on the heavier, Van Halen-esque "Even Odds.

" Beck's musical range continues to impress as he easily moves between emotive blues phrasing ("Brush With The Blues"), fleet-fingered noodling ("Blast From The East") and more ethereal numbers that bring to mind Carlos Santana's solo work ("Hip-Notica.") Beck's talent truly shines when he tackles Donal Lunny's

"Declan." On it, guitar histrionics give way to Celtic arrangements that find Beck's guitar delicately dancing with Clive Bell's flute as images of foggy moors and rolling green hills float along.

The brief solo piece "Another Place" could have been be an Adrian Legg outtake.

Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's drowning in the stormy sea
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me

Men are tied in chains of silence
I look on violence, up, down, left and right
Is there no hope of light
The peaceful hand that once caressed me
Hurts like the rest, because it's turned to stone
Talons of steel have grown

Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's drowning in the stormy sea
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me
Yeah, oh help me, yeah

Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's drowning in the stormy sea
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me

See the moon, it's getting nearer
But no more clearer than the earth below
What do we really know
I feel the stab of pain returning
Despair is burning in my heart again
Why don't they see the end, ooooh

Throw down a line, help a poor boy

Who's drowning in the stormy sea
Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me

Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's drowning in the stormy sea
Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy
Who's hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me

When will the clouds all roll away?
When will the good people have their say?
I hope you're still round to see the day.

[Chorus: x2]
Take a while,
Think about it.

Who can tell what is up or down?
You can be the king or be the clown.
Then climb your tree, take a look around.

[Chorus]

Circles of life, an infinite plane,
That which is now now will be again.
Who can decide who is insane?

[Chorus]

When will the clouds all roll away?
When will the good people have their say?
I hope you're still round to see the day.

[Chorus: x2]
Take a while,
Think about it.

Who can tell what is up or down?
You can be the king or be the clown.
Then climb your tree, take a look around.

[Chorus]

Circles of life, an infinite plane,
That which is now now will be again.
Who can decide who is insane?

[Chorus]

Realizing the overwhelming response he received in concert with his extended instrumental breaks, Beck finally bit the bullet and released his first all-instrumental work in 1975.

The jazz-rock tour de force BLOW BY BLOW was produced by Beatles mainman George Martin and proved that Beck's six-string skills could easily carry an album.

Completely inspired by the challenge and surrounded by a stellar band and solid compositions, Beck lets loose throughout.

The result is one of his very best works.

Highlights include the funky opening track "You Know What I Mean," a pair of Stevie Wonder-penned tracks ("Cause We've Ended as Lovers" and "Thelonious"), and the classic rock-radio staple "Freeway Jam."