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Oh, she's a tongue twisting storm
Comes to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money She's a funky-thigh collector Laying on the 'lectric dream Come on, come on We really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play Then we move like tigers on Vaseline Well, the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're the blessed, we're the Spiders From Mars Come on, come on We really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself C'mon Come on, come on Really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on We really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself |
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Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands? Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo The kids were just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. Oh yeah Ooooooo Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr |
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Oh yeah
Mm Still don't know what I was wating for And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't wanna be a richer one Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different one Time may change me But I can't trace time I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time Strange fascination, fascinating me Ah changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time |
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When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung The supermen would walk in file Guardians of a loveless isle And gloomy browed with superfear Their endless tragic lives Could heave nor sigh In solemn, perverse serenity Wondrous beings chained to life Strange games they would play then No death for the perfect men Life rolls into one for them So softly a supergod cries Where all were minds in uni-thought Power weird by mystics taught No pain, no joy, no power too great Colossal strength to grasp a fate Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold A man would tear his brother's flesh A chance to die To turn to mold Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod cries Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod dies |
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It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling 'No' And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen But the film is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? It's on Amerika's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame 'Cause Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? |
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Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people I never thought I'd need so many people A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk We've got five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot We've got five years, that's all we've got |
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Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may God's love be with you Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff This is Ground Control to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell me wife I love her very much... she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you.... Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do. |
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{This is Andy Warhol and it's take one, take one
It's, it's Warhol actually What did I say? Whole, it's whole as in wholes Aa, Andy Warhol Wah, Andy Warhol, Andy Warhol Like whole hub Andy Warhol like what? He, ha Are you ready? Yeah, ha ha ha} Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two new Pence to have a go Like to be a gallery Put you all inside my show Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Andy walking, Andy tired Andy take a little snooze Tie him up when he's fast asleep Send him on a pleasant cruise When he wakes up on the sea Sure to think of me and you He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue What a jolly boring thing to do Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all |
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My death waits like an old "roue"
So confident i'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time... My death waits like a bible truth At the funeral of my youth We drank for that - and the passing time... My death waits like a witch at night As surely as our love is bright Let's not think of that or the passing time... But whatever lies behind the door There is nothing much to do... Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door...there is you. My death waits like a beggar blind Who sees the world through an unlit mind Throw him a dime for the passing time... My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's not think about the passing time My death waits there between your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not think about the passing time... But what ever lies behind the door, There is nothing much to do Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door... There is you My death waits there among the leaves In magician's mysterious sleeves Rabbits and dogs and the passing time... My death waits there among the flowers Where the blackest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time... My death waits there, in a double bed Sails of oblivion at my head Let's not think about the passing time... But whatever lies behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil...I don't care For in front of that door There is...me |
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In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumour spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and the monster was me Well, I said hello and I said hello And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know." So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be And he laughed insane and quipped "KAHLIL GIBRAN" So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realized that God's a young man too So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye" And I smashed my soul and traded my mind Got laid by a young bordello I was vaguely half asleep For which my reputation swept back home in drag And the moral of this magic spell Negotiates my hide When God did take my logic for a ride (Riding along) He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips And showed me the leather belt round his hips My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again" (Turn around,go back!) He struck the ground a cavern appeared And I smelt the burning pit of fear We crashed a thousand yards below I said "Do it again, do it again" (Turn around,go back!) His nebulous body swayed above His tongue swollen with devil's love The snake and I, a venom high I said "Do it again, do it again" (Turn around, go back!) Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply And I was seething, breathing deeply Spitting sentry, horned and tailed Waiting for you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low 'Cause she's hoping to score So I can't see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that She's an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it Then she can do it, she don't make false claims But she's a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down Yes she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that So I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall Oh the cot is so cold It don't feel like no bed at all Yeah I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall But he's down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall And I'm phoning a cab 'Cause my stomach feels small There's a taste in my mouth And it's no taste at all It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that |
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I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird And I'm busting up my brains for the words Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me jump into the air Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! (repeat x3) Freak out, far out, in out |
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Well, Annie's pretty neat
She always eats her meat And Joe is awful strong Bet your life he's puttin' us on Oh, lordy Oh, lordy You know I need some lovin' I'm movin' Touch me John, I'm only dancing She turns me on But I'm only dancing She turns me on But don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Oh, shadow love was quick and lean Life's a well-thumbed machine I saw you watchin' from the stairs You're everyone that ever cared Oh, lordy Oh, lordy You know I need some lovin' I'm movin' Touch me John, I'm only dancing She turns me on But I'm only dancing She turns me on But don't get me wrong I'm only dancing John, I'm only dancing She turns me on But I'm only dancing She turns me on But don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Dancing Won't someone touch me Touch me Ooh |
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A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers and Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking 'bout Monroe and walking on Snow White New York's a go-go, and everything tastes nice Poor little Greenie The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks (The Jean Genie) he's outrageous, he screams and he bawls The Jean Genie, let yourself go Sits like a man, but he smiles like a reptile She loves him, she loves him, but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear Poor little Greenie The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks (The Jean Genie) he's outrageous, he screams and he bawls The Jean Genie, let yourself go He's so simple minded, he can't drive his module He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule Loves to be loved Loves to be loved The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks (The Jean Genie) he's outrageous, he screams and he bawls The Jean Genie, let yourself go Go Go The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks (The Jean Genie) he's outrageous, he screams and he bawls The Jean Genie, let yourself go Go Go, go |
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Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta Hey man, I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place Hey man, my schooldays insane Hey man, my work's down the drain Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she... (CHORUS)Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right Hey man, Henry, don't be unkind, go away Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way Hey man, droogie don't crash here There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes CHORUS Oh hit me! CHORUS A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how Sufragette Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am! A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Quite all right A Suffragette City Too fine A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City Oh, Suffragette Suffragette! |
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Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget Ohhh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it And the clock waits so patiently on your song You walk past a cafe, but you don't eat when you've lived too long Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road But the day breaks instead, so you hurry home Don't let the sun blast your shadow Don't let the milk float ride your mind They're so natural, religiously unkind Oh no, love, you're not alone You're watching yourself, but you're too unfair You got your head all tangled up, but if I could only make you care Oh no, love, you're not alone No matter what or who you've been No matter when or where you've seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain You're not alone Just turn on with me, and you're not alone Let's turn on and be not alone Gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful Gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful Oh, gimme your hands |
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