Pugia

Una delle mia canzoni preferite degli Who, è "Music Must Change" pubblicata nel 1978, inserita nell'album Who Are You.

La canzone, scritta da Pete Townshend, secondo alcuni doveva far parte di una nuova (dopo Tommy) rockopera, chiamata "lifehouse" che però non è mai stata completata.

Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists

But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange

The music must change
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change

Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams

But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?

The music must change
Its gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
Its so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change

But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
But then musics an open door

Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists

But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange

The music must change
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change