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  1. I was at school once about 2 years ago. I was really into Queen at that time. I friend of mine came in and recommended 'Stairway to heaven' to me.. I gave it a listen when I came home. I listened to it and I was absoutely mesmerized by the song. I then thought 'I have to listen to what other stuff these guys have done'.

    My first 5 Led Zeppelin songs were, in order:

    1. Stairway To Heaven

    2. Black Dog

    3. Rock and Roll

    4. Ten Years Gone

    5. Kashmir

    They are the golden five. The ones that got me into Led Zeppelin.

    Within a Week, I bought the 1990 remasters CD. For some reason, I didn't even touch Disc 2.

  2. This guy?

    Screenshot2014-09-13152717_zps7d70bf59.p

    I'm pretty sure this is Roy Harper. If you watch the part right before this, the cameraman steps on Jimmys WAH pedal at 14:40. Jimmy walks over and turns it off at 14:48. I would assume Harper came on stage because the cameraman was getting close to the WAH again.

    The guy I'm referring to is towards the end. He has longish hair and is wearing a T-shirt and Jeans.

  3. Do you know this one?....By the way, it's not about Dogs that go woof.

    Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06

    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.

    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,

    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.

    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,

    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

    And after a while, you can work on points for style.

    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,

    A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.

    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,

    So that when they turn their backs on you,

    You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.

    You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you

    get older.

    And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,

    Hide your head in the sand,

    Just another sad old man,

    All alone and dying of cancer.

    And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.

    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.

    And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw

    around.

    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,

    Dragged down by the stone.

    I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.

    Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.

    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.

    If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this

    maze?

    Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending

    That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.

    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

    And everything's done under the sun,

    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

    Who was born in a house full of pain.

    Who was trained not to spit in the fan.

    Who was told what to do by the man.

    Who was broken by trained personnel.

    Who was fitted with collar and chain.

    Who was given a pat on the back.

    Who was breaking away from the pack.

    Who was only a stranger at home.

    Who was ground down in the end.

    Who was found dead on the phone.

    Who was dragged down by the stone.

    Oh that's a good one. It's about the nasty Politicians of the 1970s

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