In Living Colour Sounds of the Sixties

And now, more news of the weather.

There will be a moderate or severe frost tonight in most districts,

except the southwest of England.

It will remain very cold everywhere.

That's the weather, but now let's forget about it

and join Late Night Line-up.

This is the B-side of our single, sports fans, hope it makes you sick.

I don't really mean that, honestly, we're very nice chaps, really.

# In the canyons of your mind

# I will wander through your brain

# To the ventricles of your heart, my dear

# I'm in love with you again

# 'Cross the mountains of your chest

# I will stick a Union Jack

# To the forest of your cheek

# Through the holes in your string vest... #

Oh, I'll never wash it!

My darling.

-In my cardboard-coloured dreams

-# Cardboard-coloured dreams

-Once again I hear your laugh

-# Ooh ooh ooh

# Ooh ooh ooh

And I kiss, yes I kiss your perfumed hair.

# But she's not there

The sweet essence of giraffe

# Of giraffe

And each time I call your name

# Frying pan, frying pan

Oh! Oh! Oh, how it hurts.

# He's in pain

In the wardrobe of my soul

# Oh, my soul

In the section labelled shirts

# Ah ah... #

Ah!

Oh!

Oh! Oh, I can't get it together.

-Do you mean it? I mean it.

-# He means it, yeah... #

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Raargh.

We'd like to thank the people at the BBC for giving us a chance to do

some of the things on television, here, that they would never let us do

in the United States.

This song goes out to Tencha, Nacho and...Dencha. Hi!

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# In the sky, in the sky-y

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh

# A-h-h

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

# Oh, in the sky

HE VOCALISES TO THE SAME MELODY

# In the sky

# Yeah

# Whoo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

# Oh, in the sky

# Sky. #

We're involved in sort of a low-key war against apathy.

I don't know how you're doing on apathy over there,

but we got a lot of it, boys and girls.

A lot of what we do is designed to annoy people

to the point where they might, just for a second, question enough

of their environment to do something about it.

As long as they don't feel their environment,

they don't worry about it,

they're not going to do anything to change it.

And something's got to be done

before America scarfs up the world and shits on it.

BBC Two.

# Wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours?

# But they make it very clear

# They've got no room for ravers

# They stop me from grooving They bang on me walls

# They doing me crust in It's no good at all

# Lazy Sunday afternoon... #

The sound of the Small Faces, a young pop group,

quirky, offbeat, and very successful.

Tonight they are our guests in Colour Me Pop,

and here's one of their new numbers, Song Of A Baker.

# There's wheat in the field

# And water in the stream

# And salt in the mine

# And an aching in me

# I can no longer stand and wonder

# Cos I'm driven by this hunger

# So I'll jug some water, bake some flour

# Store some salt and wait the hour

# When thinking of love

# Love is thinking of me

# And the baker will come

# And the baker I'll be

# I'm depending on my labour

# The texture and the flavour

# Hey!

# I can no longer stand and wonder

# Cos I'm driven by this hunger

# So I'll jug some water, bake some flour

# Store some salt and wait the hour. #

The Small Faces - Steve Marriott, lead singer and guitarist,

Ronnie Lane, bass guitarist,

Kenny Jones, drummer, and Ian McLagan, organist.

And the Small Faces' new album is one of the most idiosyncratic

records on the market.

It's called Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake.

The Small Faces supply the music, and the storyteller

is that master of gobbledegook, Professor Stanley Unwin.

Are you sitting comforty bold too square on your botty?

Then we'll begin.

# Blackberry way

# Absolutely pouring down with rain

# It's a terrible day

# Up with the lark

# Silly girl, I don't know what to say

# She was running away

# So now I'm standing on the corner

# Lost in the things that I said

# What am I supposed to do now?

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# I can't see you, I don't need you

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# Sure to want me back another day

# Down to the park

# Overgrowing but the trees are bare

# There's a memory there

# Boats on the lake

# Unattended now the laughter's drowned

# I'm incredibly down

# Just like myself they are neglected

# Turn with my eyes to the wall

# What am I supposed to do now?

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# I can't see you, I don't need you

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# Sure to want me back another day

# Oooh-la oooh-la ooh

# Ah-ah-ah

# Oooh-la ooh-la oooh

# Ah-ah-ah

# Run for the train

# Look behind you for she may be there

# Said a thing in the air

# Blackberry Way

# See the battlefield of careless sins

# Cast to the winds

# So full of emptiness without her

# Lost in the words that I said

# What am I supposed to do now?

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# I can't see you, I don't need you

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# Sure to want me back another day

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# I can't see you, I don't need you

# Goodbye Blackberry Way

# Sure to want me back another day. #

# Thank you for the days

# Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me

# I'm thinking of the days

# I won't forget a single day, believe me

# I bless the light

# I bless the light that lights on you, believe me

# And though you're gone

# You're with me every single day, believe me

# Days I'll remember all my life

# Days when you can't see wrong from right

# You took my life

# But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me

# But it's all right

# Now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me

# I wish today could be tomorrow

# The night is dark

# It just brings sorrow, let it wait

# Thank you for the days

# Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me

# I'm thinking of the days

# I won't forget a single day, believe me

# Days I'll remember all my life

# Days when you can't see wrong from right

# You took my life

# But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me

# But it's all right

# Now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me

# Days

# Thank you for the days

# Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me

# I'm thinking of the days

# I won't forget a single day, believe me

# I bless the light

# I bless the light that shines on you, believe me

# And though you're gone

# You're with me every single day, believe me

# Days. #

Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch,

There's something inside that we need so much.

The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound

Or the strength of an oak root deep in the ground

The wonder of flowers to be covered and then to burst up

Through tarmac to the sun again.

Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing.

To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing.

To have all these things in our memory's hoard

And we use them to help us to find...

LAUGHTER

# Ride, ride my see-saw

# Take this place on this trip just for me

# Ride, take a free ride

# Take my place, have my seat, it's for free

# I worked like a slave for years

# Sweat so hard just to end my fears

# Not to end my life a poor man

# But by now I know I should have run

# Run, run my last race

# Take my place, have this number of mine

# Run, run like a fire

# Don't you run in, in the lanes, run for time

# Left school with a first place pass

# Started work but as second class

# School taught one and one is two

# But right now that answer just ain't true

# Ah ah ah ah

# Ah ah ah ah

# Ah ah ah ah-ah

# Ah ah ah ah

# Ah ah ah ah

# Ah ah ah ah-ah

# My world is spinning around

# Everything is lost that I found

# People run, come ride with me

# Let's find another place that's free

# Ride my see-saw

# Ride... #

And there are those who demand that pop music is nothing

but the grotesque mumblings of a drug-sodden youth,

others that it is making possible the most startling artistic upheaval

since the Renaissance.

Others still, that it is merely the harmless entertainment

of adolescence.

Everyone, however, demands the existence of heroes.

Heroes, that is, who can be worshipped,

whether they be gods, generals, lone yachtsmen,

television personalities, cultural leaders,

or pop stars.

Our actual intention is to play out all the adrenaline

and all the aggression

and show the audience that you ARE a frustrated character,

that you DO want to get something out of your system,

and you DO want to do it in front of them.

It's got much more to do with art and music than people imagine.

Much, much more to do with pop music than anything else.

# Why don't you all f-fade away

# Don't try and dig what we all s-say

# I'm not trying to cause a big s-sensation

# I'm just talking about my g-generation

# My generation

# This is my generation, baby... #

The cost of a pop group's equipment - guitars, drums, amplifiers,

speakers and microphones - is about £1,000. 2,500.

In Peoria, Illinois, The Who play out their adrenaline

at the Opera House.

FEEDBACK SQUEALS

We wanted to blow their minds, you know, go on and go brrr, dggggt.

Turn up the amplifier so that they couldn't hear themselves think.

# Wild thing

# You make my heart sing

# You make everything

# Wild thing

#Yeah

# Come on and sock it to me one time

# You move me

# Wild thing

# You make my heart sing

# Hey

# You make everything groovy

# Hey

# Wild thing

# Wild thing, I think I love you. #

I can't express myself in, you know, conversation.

I can't explain myself like this or that, sometimes,

cos, you know, it just doesn't come out like that.

So when...excuse me ..when we're on stage,

it's all in the world, that's your whole life.

FEEDBACK RESONATES

HE PLAYS THE FEEDBACK

As an ear specialist,

I have been quite concerned over the possibility that the noise

produced by these groups may produce both temporary

and permanent damage to the human ear.

Thank you for being with us, and this is John Ross-Barnard,

on behalf of BBC Television, wishing you a very good night.

MUSIC: I'm A Man by The Spencer Davis Group

# Well, my pad is very messy

# And there's whiskers on my chin

# And I'm all hung up on music

# And I always play to win

# I ain't got no time for loving

# Cos my time is all used up

# Just to sit around creating

# All that groovy kind of stuff

# But I'm a man, yes I am

# And I can't help but love you so

# No, no, no

# But I'm a man, yes I am... #