Tommy

Has anyone ever posted these lyrics?
The Who's Rock Opera, "Tommy" (1969) tells the story of a little boy whose father goes to fight the World War with the Royal Air Force. His plane is lost and, several years later, Tommy's mother remarries, having given her husband up for dead. One night, Tommy's father returns to find his wife in bed with her new husband, who kills him in a horrible confrontation. Tommy witnesses the murder and loses his sight and hearing from the shock. He is, from there forward, totally incapable of loving, communicatiing, connecting in any way to any person, yet he gathers a literal cult following because of a bizarre ability to play pinball. The most painful moments of the opera concern his loved ones' attempts to find help for Tommy, so that he might see, feel, touch--and love--again. I have always love the Who and loved "Tommy"--just realized that Tommy was narcissisticaly injured as a boy and lost his ability to connect in any real way.
The opera looks both atht frustration of Tommy in trying to love and connect, and the frustration of his loved ones in the same struggle. Here are the lyrics from "Go to the Mirror, Boy":

Who, The
Tommy (1969)
Go to the Mirror Boy

Doctor:

He seems to be completely unreceptive.
The tests I gave him show no sense at all.
His eyes react to light, the dials detect it.
He hears but cannot answer to your call.

Tommy:

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

Doctor:

There is no chance, no untried operation.
All hope lies with him and none with me.
Imagine, though, the shock from isolation.
When he suddenly can hear and speak and see.

Tommy:

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

Doctor:

His eyes can hear
his ears can see
his lips speak
All the time the needles flick and rock.
No machine can give the kind of stimulation,
Needed to remove his inner block.

Go to the mirror boy!
Go to the mirror boy!

Father:

I often wonder what he's feeling.
Has he ever heard a word I've said?
Look at him now in the mirror dreaming
What is happening in his head?

Tommy:

Listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat
Following you I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet!

Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory.
From you I get the opinions
From you I get the story.

Father:

What is happening in his head
Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew.