Highway Star (Deep Purple)
Intro:
Nobody gonna take my car, i'm gonna race it to the ground
nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound
ooh it's a killing machine it't got everything
like a driwing power big fat tires everything
I love it and i need it i bleed it
yeah it's a wild hurricane
allright hold tight. i'm a highway star
nobody gonna take my girl i'm gonna keep her to the end
nobody gonna have my girl she stays close on every bend
ooh she's a killing machine she's got everything
like a moving mouth, body control and everything
i love her, i need her, i seed her
yeah she turns me on
allright hold tight i'm a highway star
Solo:
nobody gonna take my head i got speed inside my brain
nobody gonna steal my head now that i'm on the road again
ooh i'm in heaven again i'v got everything
like a moving ground, throttle control and everything
i love it, i need it, i seed it
eight cylinders all mine
allright hold tight i'm a highway star
Solo:
Nobody gonna take my car....
I'm a highway star, i'm a highway star
Medicine Bottle (Red House Painters)
Giving in to love
And sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swim across the sea
And it crosses my mind
That I may wait to a sign from you
No more breath in my hair
Or ladies underwear
Tossed up over the alarm clock
Blood dripping from the bed
To a neatly written poem
Heartfelt last line reading
There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen, my love?
There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen, my love?
It's all in my head
Morning after nightmare
You're building a wall
Higher than the both of us
So try living life instead of hiding in the bedroom
Show me a smile and I'll promise not to leave you
It happened under a rainy cloud
Gasing through the dark South
We went into a big house
And slept in a small bed
I didn't know you then
As well as you love me
We talked about side lines
And we went our separate ways
And we went off separately
I found you overseas soveniers
Holiday greeting cards
Those long forgotten high school fears
It's all in my head I said
Banging on the piano
I've not been so along
The thoughts kicking in the womb
I drank so much tea
I put my letters in college
Around the block I walked and walked
Pretending you were with me
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
The hurting never ends
Like birthdays and old friends we forget
There is fresh blood and blood is human
Trading phone lines
Trading lines
Unwilling to face
That love is found on the inside
Not the outside
And like a medicine bottle
In the cabinet
I'll keep you
And like a medicine bottle
In my hand
I will hold you
And swallow you slowly
As to last me a lifetime
Without holding too tight
I do not want to lose
The thrill that it gives me
To look out from my window
The tiny houses
From my world in my bedroom
It's all in his head, she read
In a girlfriend's self-help book
It's all 'cause he's making a war with himself
Like two sides with a wall
That separates two countries
He shuts out the world he once knew
To love you
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
Albatross (Public Image Ltd)
Slow motion, slow motion
Getting rid of the albatross
Sowing the seeds of discontent
I know you very well, you are unbearable
I've seen you up far too close
Getting rid of the albatross
Frying rear blinds
If I wanted
Should I really
If I run away, run away
Riding along on the crest of the wave
Getting rid of the albatross
Another will not forget
I know you very well
Run away, run away
Should I
I run away
Getting rid of the albatross
I know you very well, you are unbearable
I see you far too close
If I wanted to, if
Run away, run away
I ran away, I ran away
Extended Niceties (Love Of Life Orchestra)
Brown shoes don't make it (Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it
Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're okay, he's too weird
Be a plumber
He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
That's right
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
Tv tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way you made it
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
Hratche-plche, hratche-plche
Hratche-plche...
We see in the back
Of the city hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy
All night long
His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teen-age queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby baby...
Baby baby...
Gimme them cakes now, uh!
If I do, I'm gonna lose my...
And he loves it, he loves it
It curls up his toes
She wipes his fat neck
And it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled
Old city hall fred
She's nasty, she's nasty
She digs it in bed
That's right
Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And she's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty
She's a dirty young mind, corrupted
Corroded
Well she's thirteen today
And I hear she gets loaded
If she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
Well, if she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
If she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
Check this out
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again
She's my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty
On the white house lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'til the cows come home
Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
Tv dinner by the pool
I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from city hall
Stairway To Heaven (Led Zeppelin)
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
Aqualung (Jethro Tull)
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Radio Ethiopia (Patti Smith)
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Oh I have some information for you
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Send it deep in the heart of you
Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
Oh deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
Oh deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
Oh honey you met your match in a bitch
Deep in the heart of
Deep in the heart of
[ ]
There will be no famine in my existence
I merge with the people of the hills
Oh people of Ethiopia
Your opiate is the air that you breathe
All those mint bushes around you
Are the perfect thing for your system
Aww clean clean it out
You must rid yourself from these, these animal fixations
You must release yourself
From the thickening blackmail of elephantiasis
You must divide the wheat from the rats
You must turn around [and look oh God]
When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
In the
rude hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of a [duosonic]
[ ]
[I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me]
[ ]
Oh look at me aah
[ ] cannot move ahh so much aahh everything I am
[ ] possible
Aah [ ]
Feel so fucked up
[ ]
much too
I know I know [ ]
[ ]
[ ]
[ ]
tell him to get out of here
go down to the sea
[ ] if he would just tell me
he appreciates Brancusi's [ ] space
the sculptor's mallet has been taken in place
[ ]
every time I see
Virgin Forest (The Fugs)
Thief Of Fire (The Pop Group)
I admit my crime
I'm a thief of fire
I admit my crime crime crime
I'm a thief of fire
We do not have anything
We have not learned anything
We do not know anything
Do not understand
We do not sell anything
We do not help
But we will betray
And we will not forget
And we will not forget
I admit my crime
I'm a thief of fire
But who to trust
When you're stealing from a nation of killers
Do I trust myself?
I'm like a tramp in its cage
Flower in Moscow
Losers take all
We are here to go
All lovers betray
All lovers betray/font]
Virginia Plain (Roxy Music)
Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, iґll take it
To robert e. lee iґll show it
I hope and pray he donґt blow it ґcause
Weґve been around a long time just try try try tryinґ to
Make the big time...
Take me on a roller coaster
Take me for an airplane ride
Take me for a six days wonder but donґt you
Donґt you throw my pride aside besides
Whatґs real and make believe
Baby janeґs in acapulco we are flyinґ down to rio
Throw me a line iґm sinking fast
Clutching at straws canґt make it
Havana sound weґre trying hard edge the hipster jiving
Last picture shows down the drive-in
Youґre so sheer youґre so chic
Teenage rebel of the week
Flavours of the mountain steamline
Midnight blue casino floors
Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise
Open up exclusive doors oh wow!
Just like flamingos look the same
So me and you, just we two got to search for something new
Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my studebaker takes me
Thatґs where iґll make my stand but wait
Can't you see that holzer mane?
Whatґs her name virginia plain
Zombie Warfare (Chrome)
Marquee Moon (Television)
I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall, lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
Just waiting
I spoke to a man down at the tracks
And I asked him how he don't go mad
He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad"
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
Hesitating
Well a Cadillac, it pulled out of the graveyard
Pulled up to me, all they said, "Get in"
Then the Cadillac, it puttered back into the graveyard
Me, I got out again
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
I ain't waiting
I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall, lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else
Temple of Love (Sisters Of Mercy)
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear my calling
In the temple of love
Hear my name
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it's all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear the calling
And the temple of love
Is falling down
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear my calling
In the temple of love
Hear my name
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and air remains
The only haven you can trust
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear my calling
And the temple of love
Is falling down
Halleluwah (Can)
Did anybody see this snowman
Stand there with the lord
With proper get up, hang his hat
only you're feeling sleepy eyed
It's my recording station, man
But I record in his head
Going down to big mouth
Oh the ice came down from way up north
Ooh, shadow coming out
Why, it's all a story, story that
Oh, sample all about
Spinning that all the time
Ah, a power strike me out
Did I slip this thing on their life
And my God buying out
Who awaits me inside
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Did you see the day
Every fever may I search him
You can find him, out of steam
She just cried, cried away
Oh
There's all a woman, just by me
And she asked me if I'd stay
For a night
Something was going, I was sinking
Mushroom head, oh yeah, paperhouse
I wonder if I should go...
It wasn't a game after this.
Oh, shadow coming out,
While I call the story, storey that.
Oh, it's all about,
Spinning that all the time.
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow,
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow,
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow,
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow.
Searching for my brother,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up.
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Ash you
And the hills are blue,
And she's so.
Got my fever, why do I go?
Got my fever, why do I go?
Got your soles into your shoes.
Got my fever, why do I go?
Got my fever, why do I go?
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up.
The End (The Doors)
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10 - Lorca (Tim Buckley)
Let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold your desire
Let your womans voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood don't feel ashamed
She's your home when no one wants you
She'll give you life when you're so tired
She'll ease your fears ah when you're a stranger
She's born to give faith to you
Oh, just to you
You're just a man on death's highways
It's life you owe you're here to praise it
If love flows your way then be a river
And when it dries just stand there and shiver
Oh, let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold your desire
And let your womans voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood don't feel ashamed
It's her life you owe
I owe you love
9 - Voice Of The Turtle (John Fahey)
8 - A Saucerful Of Secrets (Pink Floyd)
7 - Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands (Bob Dylan)
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you ?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, And you face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you ?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you ?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners, and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side ?
How could they ever mistake you ?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you ?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them do you think could destroy you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
6 - War Sucks (The Red Crayola)
A miracle a number the child at your breast
Your apple pie is just obviously best
But you have moved away out west
You know I cannot finish this you know the rest
War sucks
Well listen to me my friend general facts
I have something to say today you know
I don't have much to tell you my friend but
You may not like what I say
War sucks
In the uncle general now he does weep uh when he sends his troops out into battle
Sick to death of your endless prattle cuz you
Remember what happened to Hansel and Gretel
War sucks
America, America, god shed his grace on thee
And crown they good with brotherhood
Sea to shining sea you know
War Sucks
You know war sucks
Well Mr. God are you sad this week
Had we treat sugar bad you know your
Silence is part of a fad you know that
You do nothing just makes me mad
War sucks
War sucks
5 - Ebene (Klaus Schulze)
4 - Moon In June (Soft Machine)
On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation
How long can I resist the temptation?
I've got my bird, you've got your man
So who else do we need, really?
Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours
While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now
And if it's half as good for you as it is for me
Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while
Till all the thing I want is need
Till all the thing I want is need
I want you more than ever now
We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure
That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need
Then all the thing us needs is wanting
I realized when I saw you last
We've been together now and then
From time to time - just here and there
Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
To have you on the horns of my dilemma
- Oh! Wait a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home
And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again
There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen
Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again
Back home again
The sun shines here all summer
Its nice cause you can get quite brown
Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky
And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again...
Living is easy here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home again
Just before we go on to the next part of our song
Let's all make sure we've got the time
Music-making still performs the normal functions -
background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching
That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining
After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it?
Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies
She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me
It was the same with her love
It just wasn't enough for me
But before this feeling dies
Remember how distance can tell lies!
You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you?
You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is
She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race
And you're winning, and you're winning
She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning
Until I get more homesick
So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies...
[The last part comes from Kevin Ayers' "Singing A Song In The Morning"]
Singing a song in the morning
Singing it again at night
Don't really know what I'm singing about
But it makes me feel all right
3 - Alifib (Robert Wyatt)
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
I can't forsake you or
Forsqueak you
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
Confiscate or make you
Late you you
Alifi my larder Alifi my larder
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololy
Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit bundy, see ?
For jangle and bojangle
Trip trip
Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
2 - Miss Fortune (Faust)
Are we supposed to be or not to be?
said the angel to the Queen
I lift up my skirt and Voltaire turns
as he speaks, his mouth full of garlic
white, yes, white
misfortune of us two
he told you to be free
and you obeyed
we have to decide which is important
a war we never see
or a street so black babies die?
a system and a theory
or our wish to be free?
to organise and analyse
and at the end realise
that knowbody knows
if it really happened
1 - Sister Ray (The Velvet Underground)
Doug and Sally inside
They cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Whip it on.
Rosie and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
Who's big and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Lay it on him.
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way have you got a dollar
On no man I haven't got the time-time
To busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Oh she does just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
I said c-c-c-c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
Ah do it do it just su-su-su-suck
That's ju-ju-just excellente
Oh!
Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Aw now do it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now just like
Oh just like
Ah just like
Ah just like
Oh just like
Oh just like.
Doug and Sally inside
Now move it along
Cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Do it do it do it do it do it do it
Who's licking off Pig Pen
I'm s-s-s-searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit is sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Just like
Oh just like
Do it do it do it
Just like
Just like
Just like.
Now Rosie and Miss Rayon
They busy waiting for her booster
She's just back from Carolina
She said she's bound to beat a sailor
I said she haven't got the time-time
You're busy sucking on my ding-dong
You busy sucking on my ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh do it now just like
Just like Sister Ray said.
I said now Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it bang between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
He shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll hit the carpet
Don't you know you'll mess the carpet.
Oh she hasn't got the time-time
Busy sucking on his ding-dong
She's busy sucking on his ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
Couldn't hit it sideways
Couldn't hit it sideways
And just like
And just like
And just like
S-Sister Ray said
Now do it to him.
Doug and Sally inside
They're busy cooking for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm busy searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Now just like
Now just like
I said ah-uh
Just like
Amph-ph-ph-ph-phetimine.
Intro:
Nobody gonna take my car, i'm gonna race it to the ground
nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound
ooh it's a killing machine it't got everything
like a driwing power big fat tires everything
I love it and i need it i bleed it
yeah it's a wild hurricane
allright hold tight. i'm a highway star
nobody gonna take my girl i'm gonna keep her to the end
nobody gonna have my girl she stays close on every bend
ooh she's a killing machine she's got everything
like a moving mouth, body control and everything
i love her, i need her, i seed her
yeah she turns me on
allright hold tight i'm a highway star
Solo:
nobody gonna take my head i got speed inside my brain
nobody gonna steal my head now that i'm on the road again
ooh i'm in heaven again i'v got everything
like a moving ground, throttle control and everything
i love it, i need it, i seed it
eight cylinders all mine
allright hold tight i'm a highway star
Solo:
Nobody gonna take my car....
I'm a highway star, i'm a highway star
Medicine Bottle (Red House Painters)
Giving in to love
And sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swim across the sea
And it crosses my mind
That I may wait to a sign from you
No more breath in my hair
Or ladies underwear
Tossed up over the alarm clock
Blood dripping from the bed
To a neatly written poem
Heartfelt last line reading
There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen, my love?
There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen, my love?
It's all in my head
Morning after nightmare
You're building a wall
Higher than the both of us
So try living life instead of hiding in the bedroom
Show me a smile and I'll promise not to leave you
It happened under a rainy cloud
Gasing through the dark South
We went into a big house
And slept in a small bed
I didn't know you then
As well as you love me
We talked about side lines
And we went our separate ways
And we went off separately
I found you overseas soveniers
Holiday greeting cards
Those long forgotten high school fears
It's all in my head I said
Banging on the piano
I've not been so along
The thoughts kicking in the womb
I drank so much tea
I put my letters in college
Around the block I walked and walked
Pretending you were with me
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
The hurting never ends
Like birthdays and old friends we forget
There is fresh blood and blood is human
Trading phone lines
Trading lines
Unwilling to face
That love is found on the inside
Not the outside
And like a medicine bottle
In the cabinet
I'll keep you
And like a medicine bottle
In my hand
I will hold you
And swallow you slowly
As to last me a lifetime
Without holding too tight
I do not want to lose
The thrill that it gives me
To look out from my window
The tiny houses
From my world in my bedroom
It's all in his head, she read
In a girlfriend's self-help book
It's all 'cause he's making a war with himself
Like two sides with a wall
That separates two countries
He shuts out the world he once knew
To love you
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
Albatross (Public Image Ltd)
Slow motion, slow motion
Getting rid of the albatross
Sowing the seeds of discontent
I know you very well, you are unbearable
I've seen you up far too close
Getting rid of the albatross
Frying rear blinds
If I wanted
Should I really
If I run away, run away
Riding along on the crest of the wave
Getting rid of the albatross
Another will not forget
I know you very well
Run away, run away
Should I
I run away
Getting rid of the albatross
I know you very well, you are unbearable
I see you far too close
If I wanted to, if
Run away, run away
I ran away, I ran away
Extended Niceties (Love Of Life Orchestra)
Brown shoes don't make it (Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it
Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're okay, he's too weird
Be a plumber
He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
That's right
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
Tv tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way you made it
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
Hratche-plche, hratche-plche
Hratche-plche...
We see in the back
Of the city hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy
All night long
His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teen-age queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby baby...
Baby baby...
Gimme them cakes now, uh!
If I do, I'm gonna lose my...
And he loves it, he loves it
It curls up his toes
She wipes his fat neck
And it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled
Old city hall fred
She's nasty, she's nasty
She digs it in bed
That's right
Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And she's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty
She's a dirty young mind, corrupted
Corroded
Well she's thirteen today
And I hear she gets loaded
If she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
Well, if she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
If she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
Check this out
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again
She's my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty
On the white house lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'til the cows come home
Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
Tv dinner by the pool
I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from city hall
Stairway To Heaven (Led Zeppelin)
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
Aqualung (Jethro Tull)
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Radio Ethiopia (Patti Smith)
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Oh I have some information for you
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Send it deep in the heart of you
Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
Oh deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
Oh deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
Oh honey you met your match in a bitch
Deep in the heart of
Deep in the heart of
[ ]
There will be no famine in my existence
I merge with the people of the hills
Oh people of Ethiopia
Your opiate is the air that you breathe
All those mint bushes around you
Are the perfect thing for your system
Aww clean clean it out
You must rid yourself from these, these animal fixations
You must release yourself
From the thickening blackmail of elephantiasis
You must divide the wheat from the rats
You must turn around [and look oh God]
When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
In the
rude hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of a [duosonic]
[ ]
[I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me]
[ ]
Oh look at me aah
[ ] cannot move ahh so much aahh everything I am
[ ] possible
Aah [ ]
Feel so fucked up
[ ]
much too
I know I know [ ]
[ ]
[ ]
[ ]
tell him to get out of here
go down to the sea
[ ] if he would just tell me
he appreciates Brancusi's [ ] space
the sculptor's mallet has been taken in place
[ ]
every time I see
Virgin Forest (The Fugs)
Thief Of Fire (The Pop Group)
I admit my crime
I'm a thief of fire
I admit my crime crime crime
I'm a thief of fire
We do not have anything
We have not learned anything
We do not know anything
Do not understand
We do not sell anything
We do not help
But we will betray
And we will not forget
And we will not forget
I admit my crime
I'm a thief of fire
But who to trust
When you're stealing from a nation of killers
Do I trust myself?
I'm like a tramp in its cage
Flower in Moscow
Losers take all
We are here to go
All lovers betray
All lovers betray/font]
Virginia Plain (Roxy Music)
Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, iґll take it
To robert e. lee iґll show it
I hope and pray he donґt blow it ґcause
Weґve been around a long time just try try try tryinґ to
Make the big time...
Take me on a roller coaster
Take me for an airplane ride
Take me for a six days wonder but donґt you
Donґt you throw my pride aside besides
Whatґs real and make believe
Baby janeґs in acapulco we are flyinґ down to rio
Throw me a line iґm sinking fast
Clutching at straws canґt make it
Havana sound weґre trying hard edge the hipster jiving
Last picture shows down the drive-in
Youґre so sheer youґre so chic
Teenage rebel of the week
Flavours of the mountain steamline
Midnight blue casino floors
Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise
Open up exclusive doors oh wow!
Just like flamingos look the same
So me and you, just we two got to search for something new
Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my studebaker takes me
Thatґs where iґll make my stand but wait
Can't you see that holzer mane?
Whatґs her name virginia plain
Zombie Warfare (Chrome)
Marquee Moon (Television)
I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall, lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
Just waiting
I spoke to a man down at the tracks
And I asked him how he don't go mad
He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad"
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
Hesitating
Well a Cadillac, it pulled out of the graveyard
Pulled up to me, all they said, "Get in"
Then the Cadillac, it puttered back into the graveyard
Me, I got out again
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
I ain't waiting
I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall, lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else
Temple of Love (Sisters Of Mercy)
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear my calling
In the temple of love
Hear my name
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it's all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear the calling
And the temple of love
Is falling down
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear my calling
In the temple of love
Hear my name
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and air remains
The only haven you can trust
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear my calling
And the temple of love
Is falling down
Halleluwah (Can)
Did anybody see this snowman
Stand there with the lord
With proper get up, hang his hat
only you're feeling sleepy eyed
It's my recording station, man
But I record in his head
Going down to big mouth
Oh the ice came down from way up north
Ooh, shadow coming out
Why, it's all a story, story that
Oh, sample all about
Spinning that all the time
Ah, a power strike me out
Did I slip this thing on their life
And my God buying out
Who awaits me inside
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Searching for my brother, yes, I am
Did you see the day
Every fever may I search him
You can find him, out of steam
She just cried, cried away
Oh
There's all a woman, just by me
And she asked me if I'd stay
For a night
Something was going, I was sinking
Mushroom head, oh yeah, paperhouse
I wonder if I should go...
It wasn't a game after this.
Oh, shadow coming out,
While I call the story, storey that.
Oh, it's all about,
Spinning that all the time.
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow,
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow,
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow,
Shoot all the proof and lust and shout and it's all, just you sow.
Searching for my brother,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up,
Searching for my brother, let him, let him, let him up.
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Ash you
And the hills are blue,
And she's so.
Got my fever, why do I go?
Got my fever, why do I go?
Got your soles into your shoes.
Got my fever, why do I go?
Got my fever, why do I go?
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up,
Halelelelelelelelelelela-leleleleleluwah, let him up.
The End (The Doors)
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10 - Lorca (Tim Buckley)
Let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold your desire
Let your womans voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood don't feel ashamed
She's your home when no one wants you
She'll give you life when you're so tired
She'll ease your fears ah when you're a stranger
She's born to give faith to you
Oh, just to you
You're just a man on death's highways
It's life you owe you're here to praise it
If love flows your way then be a river
And when it dries just stand there and shiver
Oh, let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold your desire
And let your womans voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood don't feel ashamed
It's her life you owe
I owe you love
9 - Voice Of The Turtle (John Fahey)
8 - A Saucerful Of Secrets (Pink Floyd)
7 - Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands (Bob Dylan)
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you ?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, And you face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you ?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you ?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners, and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side ?
How could they ever mistake you ?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you ?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them do you think could destroy you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
6 - War Sucks (The Red Crayola)
A miracle a number the child at your breast
Your apple pie is just obviously best
But you have moved away out west
You know I cannot finish this you know the rest
War sucks
Well listen to me my friend general facts
I have something to say today you know
I don't have much to tell you my friend but
You may not like what I say
War sucks
In the uncle general now he does weep uh when he sends his troops out into battle
Sick to death of your endless prattle cuz you
Remember what happened to Hansel and Gretel
War sucks
America, America, god shed his grace on thee
And crown they good with brotherhood
Sea to shining sea you know
War Sucks
You know war sucks
Well Mr. God are you sad this week
Had we treat sugar bad you know your
Silence is part of a fad you know that
You do nothing just makes me mad
War sucks
War sucks
5 - Ebene (Klaus Schulze)
4 - Moon In June (Soft Machine)
On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation
How long can I resist the temptation?
I've got my bird, you've got your man
So who else do we need, really?
Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours
While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now
And if it's half as good for you as it is for me
Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while
Till all the thing I want is need
Till all the thing I want is need
I want you more than ever now
We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure
That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need
Then all the thing us needs is wanting
I realized when I saw you last
We've been together now and then
From time to time - just here and there
Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
To have you on the horns of my dilemma
- Oh! Wait a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home
And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again
There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen
Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again
Back home again
The sun shines here all summer
Its nice cause you can get quite brown
Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky
And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again...
Living is easy here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home again
Just before we go on to the next part of our song
Let's all make sure we've got the time
Music-making still performs the normal functions -
background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching
That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining
After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it?
Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies
She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me
It was the same with her love
It just wasn't enough for me
But before this feeling dies
Remember how distance can tell lies!
You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you?
You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is
She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race
And you're winning, and you're winning
She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning
Until I get more homesick
So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies...
[The last part comes from Kevin Ayers' "Singing A Song In The Morning"]
Singing a song in the morning
Singing it again at night
Don't really know what I'm singing about
But it makes me feel all right
3 - Alifib (Robert Wyatt)
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
I can't forsake you or
Forsqueak you
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
Confiscate or make you
Late you you
Alifi my larder Alifi my larder
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololy
Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit bundy, see ?
For jangle and bojangle
Trip trip
Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
2 - Miss Fortune (Faust)
Are we supposed to be or not to be?
said the angel to the Queen
I lift up my skirt and Voltaire turns
as he speaks, his mouth full of garlic
white, yes, white
misfortune of us two
he told you to be free
and you obeyed
we have to decide which is important
a war we never see
or a street so black babies die?
a system and a theory
or our wish to be free?
to organise and analyse
and at the end realise
that knowbody knows
if it really happened
1 - Sister Ray (The Velvet Underground)
Doug and Sally inside
They cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Whip it on.
Rosie and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
Who's big and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Lay it on him.
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way have you got a dollar
On no man I haven't got the time-time
To busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Oh she does just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
I said c-c-c-c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
Ah do it do it just su-su-su-suck
That's ju-ju-just excellente
Oh!
Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Aw now do it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now just like
Oh just like
Ah just like
Ah just like
Oh just like
Oh just like.
Doug and Sally inside
Now move it along
Cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Do it do it do it do it do it do it
Who's licking off Pig Pen
I'm s-s-s-searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit is sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Just like
Oh just like
Do it do it do it
Just like
Just like
Just like.
Now Rosie and Miss Rayon
They busy waiting for her booster
She's just back from Carolina
She said she's bound to beat a sailor
I said she haven't got the time-time
You're busy sucking on my ding-dong
You busy sucking on my ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh do it now just like
Just like Sister Ray said.
I said now Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it bang between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
He shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll hit the carpet
Don't you know you'll mess the carpet.
Oh she hasn't got the time-time
Busy sucking on his ding-dong
She's busy sucking on his ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
Couldn't hit it sideways
Couldn't hit it sideways
And just like
And just like
And just like
S-Sister Ray said
Now do it to him.
Doug and Sally inside
They're busy cooking for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm busy searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Now just like
Now just like
I said ah-uh
Just like
Amph-ph-ph-ph-phetimine.