Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains the Same

Lift me up.

"Jack lifted the lid of the great stone oven and dropped inside."

From his hiding place, he heard a mighty rumbling voice:

"Fee-fi-to-fum"

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Be he alive or be he dead

I'll grind his bones to make my bread...

Whoa, horsy, whoa. Whoa, horsy.

"Fee-fi-to-fum."

Hello, my love. What have you got?

Hi. Peter called while you were out and he left this for you.

Tour dates.

This is tomorrow.

All right. Let's go.

Hello.

Good evening.

He was eavesdropping out there.

It doesn't. "The Song Remains the Same."

It's fucking true, isn't it, a bit?

He comes around, he's selling pirate posters there as well, inside the building.

And the concessionaire, "I don't know." One of those...

- Are they good? - No, they're fucking terrible.

They're the first photo.

- Oh, no, not that again. - The old Chris special...

was wheeled out once again.

I can't take it.

- I think we ought to be pirates. - And they all...

And when you give them a pull, nobody knows, right?

"We didn't know anything about it, no."

This is a song that sometimes takes a building...

in a manner which our forefathers were very used to.

- Did you hear that? - I couldn't believe it.

It's right though, isn't it?

That feeling that's left everybody. The cosmic energy.

Everybody goes, "Yeah!"

Jimmy Page, guitar.

This is called "No Quarter."

Don't fucking talk to me. It's my bloody act.

I do bet I'll leave you anytime. You couldn't even get in a starting line.

You're gonna tell me that you let...? I bet it wouldn't happen in Europe.

I don't know how he got in the building. This isn't Europe or England.

No, I can see that, because it's so inefficient.

- Evidently' somebody got... - Talk to me...

because I'm the manager of the group.

You had people inside this building selling posters...

- and you didn't know about it? - I didn't know about it.

As soon as we found out about it, we stopped it.

As soon as we found out about it and told you, you stopped it.

All right, so you caught them before I did.

Well, how much kickback were you getting?

- None. I knew nothing about it. - Oh, come on.

You don't know your concessionaire?

Your mate's selling the T-shirts and making a...

He's the one that told Richard about it also.

- He came back and... Didn't he...? - He does everything.

- He does the security one night. - No, he doesn't.

One night he's the guard of the fucking dressing room.

That's fucking typical, isn't it?

So long as we screw an extra few bob out of the group...

You really think I got something out of that?