Adrian Belew

Hot tribal night
underneath florescent skies
bonfires rage strange
wild waving shouting Picasso faces

In the guise of a lioness
the wind kisses her burning dress
you can fell her animal eyes
you can hear them cry,
"Be the jewel around my neck,
never a tear on my burning dress"

Lying, paralyzed,
a brave prey who lays dying
and is surrounded by angry spirits
hunters, guns, drums, and elephants

Why is this night quiet?
filled with trees filled with eyes
as she prowls around my feet
she throws back her head dress and cries,
"Now you will be mine,
be my young lion"

Why is this night quiet?
why the trees filled with eyes?
as she prowls around my feet
she throws back her head dress and cries,
"Be my young lion"

close your eyes and look at me
i'll be standing by your side
in between the deep blue sea
and the sheltering sky
if we find no words to say
to the rhythm of the waves
then we'll both surrender there
walking on air

and the worries of the day lie down
under cover of the fading clouds
the secrets of the night
come alive in your eyes
you don't have to hurry
you don't have to try
cause you don't have a care
you're walking on air

I come back...come back
you see my return
my returning face is smiling
smile of a waiting man...
I be home soon soon soon
soon cry on your shoulder
your shoulder against my burning tears
tears of a waiting man...
one two three four one two three...
I wait every moment
I wait, wait for my chance
I wait for my friend to say
hello, you waiting man
feel no fret feel no fret feel no fret
you can wait and feel no fret
and so I wait so I wait so I wait so I wait

I return face is smiling
be home soon cry on your shoulder
tears of a waiting man
every moment wait for my chance
my friend say hello feel no fret
you can wait and I wait and I wait
and home I am...

Oh they're touching
They're touching each other
They're feeling
They push and move
And love each other, love each other
They fit together like two hands...two hands...
I am a face
in the painting on the wall
I pose and shudder
And watch from the foot of the bed
Sometimes I think I can
Feel everything...

The wind is blowing
My hair in their direction
The wind is bending my hair
There are no windows in the painting
No open windows, no open windows, no...
they're touching
They're touching each other
They push and move
And love each other, love each other
They fit together like
two hands two hands two hands two hands

Well, maybe you're thinkin' I'm outasight
'cause I know you saw me kickin' at the gig last night
maybe, baby, that's why they call
twang bar king

Rip bash smash, burn up a fret
I can keep it in tune and nearly beat it to death
yes, baby baby, that's why they call me
twang bar king

Well I can bash smash beat rip tear out the guts
burn it up and make it scream
yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooohhh, listen, baby
I ain't braggin' but I'm the twang bar king
twang bar
king

She is susceptible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three of a perfect pair…

He has his contradicting views
She has her cyclothymic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a perfect pair…

One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendencies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggravated
And full of this hopelessness
What a perfect mess…

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street

"Well, first of all,
I couldn't even see his face.
I couldn't see his face.
He was holding a gun in his hand.
Umm... I was thinking...
This is a dangerous place..
This is a dangerous place.."

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet.
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet.
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street.

I said, "I'm nervous as hell from this stuff.
I thought those guys were going to kill me for sure.
They ganged up on me like that.
I couldn't believe it.
Look, I'm still shakin'.
Weird.
There out in the streets like that.
It's a dangerous place.
It's a dangerous place."

So, suddenly, these two guys appear in front of me.
They stopped.
Real aggressive.
Start at me, you know.
"What's that?" "What's that on that tape?"
"What do you got there?"
I said, "huh?"
They said, "What are you talking into that for?"
I said, "It's just a tape, you know"
"Well play it for me"
I said "oh, no"
I put it off as long as I could.
And finally they turned it on, you know
They grabbed it from me.
Took it away from me.
Turned it on.
And it said, "He held a gun in his hand. This is a dangerous place."
They said, "What dangerous place?" "What gun?" "You're a policeman!"
And the deeper I talked, the worse I got into it.
I talked, I told him... I said, "Look man, I'm not talkin'...."
It went on forever.
Anyway, I finally unbuttoned my shirt, and said,
"look, look... I'm in this band, you know, I'm in this band you know,
and we're makin' a recording, you know.
It's about New York City, it's about crime in the streets..."
The explanation was going nowhere, but,
Finally, they just kinda let me go, I don't know why.
So I walk around the corner,
and I'm like shakin' like a leaf,
and I thought, "This is a dangerous place once again, you know."

Who should appear, but two policeman.

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street

"Well, first of all,
I couldn't even see his face.
I couldn't see his face.
He was holding a gun in his hand.
Umm... I was thinking...
This is a dangerous place..
This is a dangerous place.."

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet.
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet.
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street.

I said, "I'm nervous as hell from this stuff.
I thought those guys were going to kill me for sure.
They ganged up on me like that.
I couldn't believe it.
Look, I'm still shakin'.
Weird.
There out in the streets like that.
It's a dangerous place.
It's a dangerous place."

So, suddenly, these two guys appear in front of me.
They stopped.
Real aggressive.
Start at me, you know.
"What's that?" "What's that on that tape?"
"What do you got there?"
I said, "huh?"
They said, "What are you talking into that for?"
I said, "It's just a tape, you know"
"Well play it for me"
I said "oh, no"
I put it off as long as I could.
And finally they turned it on, you know
They grabbed it from me.
Took it away from me.
Turned it on.
And it said, "He held a gun in his hand. This is a dangerous place."
They said, "What dangerous place?" "What gun?" "You're a policeman!"
And the deeper I talked, the worse I got into it.
I talked, I told him... I said, "Look man, I'm not talkin'...."
It went on forever.
Anyway, I finally unbuttoned my shirt, and said,
"look, look... I'm in this band, you know, I'm in this band you know,
and we're makin' a recording, you know.
It's about New York City, it's about crime in the streets..."
The explanation was going nowhere, but,
Finally, they just kinda let me go, I don't know why.
So I walk around the corner,
and I'm like shakin' like a leaf,
and I thought, "This is a dangerous place once again, you know."

Who should appear, but two policeman.

Hat bandana Graham cracker jackhammer in
a nail file suit your self-serviceman
the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
autographed pictures of Shakespeare fishing
gear head phone Madison Square garden hose
the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Get set get wet get fat get fit get a life
get it on get it up get it off of me
the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
get sacked get the facts get a load of this
get pissed get real get over it get it over with
the world's my oyster soup bowling ball of wax museum

Cannibal dog house plan B happy
as a lark's tongue in cheekbone china doll
the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
don't ask Y2 cake and eat it too
nothing lasts for evergreen thumbscrew
the world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame

Get back slapback backtalk halfback back track talkback
back to back I'll be back to get you back
the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
get bumped get pumped get dumped get the funk
get sick get fixed get jiggy with it
the world's my oyster souffle mignon

Get set get wet get fat get fit
get along little doggiem get it off of me
oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
get sacked get the facts get a load of this
the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

I recall as a boy we would hop the freights
wasn't nothin' but a kick back then
there was no better thrill for my anxious heart
than a long flatcar
headin' out of the yard
and I knew even then she was in my blood
like the time when I first hired on
and the fireman laughed at my bony nose
but he tossed me a cap
said GM&O
and I was a man...

I gave her my best years
well, what can you do but laugh
I don't expect she'll ever be coming back

When we climbed up the great Appalachians
her engines would be raging like hell
then we'd come back down to the rising towns
where the cattle stare
in the frozen air
For me there nothing more sacred
than the beautiful sound she'd make
her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night,
it would get to me there,
it would get to me there
Now I'm afraid...

Afraid of these silent hours
awake underneath my old cap
I don't expect she'll ever be coming back

Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her
when I saw my first jet airplane
flying high overhead like a bird of prey
while the mighty fell
in the land of the brave
Now I'm alone.

She carries me?
She saved my life

She carries me through days of apathy
She washes over me
She saved my life in a manner of speaking
When she gave me back the power to believe

She carries me through days of apathy
She washes over me
She saved my life in a manner of speaking
When she gave me back the power to believe

Late last night
I was speaking with my wife
when she turned into a momur
tried to put me uptight
I said "You don't scare me"
then she let out a scream
that's when my heart started jumpin'
like a broken t.v.

She was a momur and it was just like I told ya'
she said "You better watch out, I might bite a big hole in ya'"

The very next morning
I was watching cartoons
when I thought I saw a momur
it was you know who
well, she backed me in a corner
tried to kill me with a broom
and shouted personal remarks
from across the living room

She was a momur and it was just like I told ya'
she said "You better watch out, I might bite a big hole in ya'"

Late last night
I was speaking with my wife again
when she turned into a momur again
tried to put me uptight again
she took me favorite guitar
and she smashed it on the floor
when she danced around on top of it,
I thought I might get sore

She was momur

There I stood in the night
out on the broken pier
me with my feet in the sea
you with your face in the clouds,
the man in the moon
and as I heard your voice,
felt your laugh
flood across the broken pier
I wanted to die right then and there

You smiled down across the waves
as if to say to me
"Everything will be okay,
be strong and true"
and I felt your eyes
like the tide
pulling me out into the air
for a moment in time
you held me there,
father and son,
home again'

I'm Tony
I'm Billy
I'm Bobby
I'm Belew
We're here to sing and play for you
Oh we're the King Crimson band ? and don't you know it
We're the best in all the land ? all the land
We play bass and the drums and guitar for you
And if you really want we'll throw the Stick in too
Oh we're the King Crimson band (on EG Records)
And you know we think that's grand
So settle back to have some fun
And tap your foot in twenty-one
'Cause we're the King Crimson band ? you better believe it
The King Crimson band ? we don't do encores
The King Crimson band ? no photos please
'Cause we're the King Crimson band
We don't do 21st Century Schizoid Man
But we're the King Crimson band

She's demure...Friendly...Loving and good-looking
Good-looking and wealthy
She is tall, pretty, thin blonde
A loving person, great personality, fun to be with
Independent, gorgeous, rich, powerful
Liberal yet she's very romantic
Of course, she'd have to have the perfect figure...

Everywhere she goes she's beautiful
Everyone I know says she's beautiful
And I deram about her even in my sleep
Everyone I meet says she's beautiful...

Blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5' 6"
Well,blonde about 5' 8"
Blonde about 5' 9"
36" 24" 36"

Everywhere she goes she's beautiful
Everyone I know says she's beautiful
And I deram about her even in my sleep
Even with her clothes on she's beautiful...

Not necessarily beautiful, but...

Lovely...Sexy...She's contagious
Talented...Creative...Controllable
Very fashionable... Good religious woman
She's extremely mobile
Silent...Electrostatic... Enigmatic
My wife...My mother
Pretty with hairy legs...

Everywhere she goes she's beautiful
Everyone I know says she's beautiful
And I deram about her even in my sleep
Even with her clothes on she's beautiful...

Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes
With cigarette coiled To stike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire

Here is the sacred face of rendevous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire...

No, no, not me, Burn, I don't wanna burn.....

Pain day sky beauty die black joy
Love empty day life die pain passion
Joy black day hate beauty die life
Joy ache empty day pain die love
Passion joy black light

And if God is dead, what am I
A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly
Hurtling to earth
Through a hole in the sky
A hole in the sky

And if Warhol's a genius, what am I
A speck of lint on the penis of an alien
Buried in gelatin
Beneath the sands of Venus

Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage
Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft
Trust night rage rain white hope dark
Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger
Rain white light

And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur
And a dog can dream; should it be implausible
That a man might supervise
The construction of light
The construction of light

Pain day sky beauty black die joy
Love empty time sun hurt trust peace
Dark rage sad white rain hate anger
Hope sacred passion life night ache soft
Light

Pain day sky beauty die black joy
love empty day life die pain passion
joy black day hate beauty die life
joy ache empty day pain die love
passion joy black light

And if God is dead what am I,
a fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly
hurtling to earth
through a hole in the sky

And if Warhol's a genius, what am I,
a speck of lint on the penis of an alien
buried in gelatin
beneath the sands of Venus

Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage
sad white rain sun anger hurt soft
trust night rage rain white hope dark
sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger
rain white light

And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur,
and a dog can dream; should it be implausible
that a man might supervise
the construction of light
the construction of light

Pain day sky beauty black die joy
love empty time sun hurt trust peace
dark rage sad white rain hate anger
hope sacred passion life night ache soft
light

Swingline throughout the backyards of the midwest
lean back, baby, in your seat on the train
look through the window pane

Look at that kid over there with no underwear
and a silly dog who doesn't care
his mother stretches to reach the clothes line
while a mean neighbor leans on the population sign

Non-stop through the backyards of the midwest
eavesdrop, baby, from your seat on the train
look through the window pane

Some kinda Buick left in a stream
it used to be somebody's' dream
a town stares at the summer heat waves
past a smooth afternoon,
ready to close for the day

Someday when I'm flying far away
somewhere over Germany
someday when you least expect
I'll be singing in your hair

Once upon a time in a different era
when great fat Cadillacs roamed the earth

Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v.
yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen
small world

Someday when I'm lost in a dream
out my window in the clouds
someday you'll be doing your gardening
hear me singing out loud

Once upon a time in a different age
of drive-in movies and luxury trains

Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v.
yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen
small world

Big doors opening
big doors are opening wide
glass of red wine
wine...

In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...

Alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
it's alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night

Hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?

In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...

Alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
it's alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night

Hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?

In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...

Alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
it's alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night

Hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?

In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...

Alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
it's alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night

Hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?

Come singing, saying praise
her beauty lives
she is not dead

Although I must walk alone
I am part of her
if I must hurt anything
it will not be her

Come singing, saying praise
her beauty lives
she is not dead

What happens to her
happens to me
what happens to her
happens to me

Although I depart alone
from our great earth
she has given more
than I can return

Come singing, saying praise
her beauty lives
she is not dead

You're a monster, baby
you're a super killer
I want to be wiff you, I love ya
you're a super monster killer
show me your rhino thang

Sex sleep eat drink dream
Primal tribal aplle egg vegetable eel
I have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel

Private velvet animal oldsmobile mind
I'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time

Private velvet animal empty t.v.



They're fishing in the kitchen
But they haven't caught up to me

Primal tribal chemical digital night
I've got to get dressed to go out of my mind

Sex sleep eat drink dream

sex sleep eat drink dream
primal tribal aplle egg vegetable eel
i have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel

private velvet animal oldsmobile mind
i'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time

private velvet animal empty t.v.
they're fishing in the kitchen
but they haven't caught up to me

primal tribal chemical digital night
i've got to get dressed to go out of my mind

sex sleep eat drink dream

She shudders like a leaf
falling from a tree
when I touch her

Her fingertips soft like fluff
across my lips

She shudders like a leaf
falling from a tree
when I touch her

Her fingertips soft like fluff
across my lips

Sometimes I'm paralyzed

with life speeding by

I never seem to get anywhere

No matter how hard I try

Oh it used to be, I thought, I was in command

Now I know I'm up to my chin

in quicksand



Is there no thread of hope

that we control?

Oh if you could only pull me up...

I will never let you down, let you down



I will never let you down



Oh if you could only pull me up...

I will never let you down, let you down

I will never let you down

I will never let you down, let you down

I will never let you down



I will never let you down

Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair
I ran my hand across my head,
pulled out a pile or worried hair
I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts
he said, "Son, you've been reading
too much Elephant Talk"

He said, "The thing about depression is,
well you just can't let it get you down,
you have to see the world for what it is:
a circus full of freaks and clowns
and you'll never please everybody,
it's a well established fact",
he said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack
and a bottle of Prozac"

What can you give a man who has everything
can you give him back his edge,
can you make him want to sing?
No, you can only take from him,
and there's nothing he can do
I've got the driving me to drink and eat
a bottle of Prozac blues

Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved of my head
by the time I realized what I had done I was already dead
I went to see the gatekeeper standing by Heaven's door
he said, "I hope you brought a good supply of... you know"

She's just been to Russia and they're dying their faces
They're dying over there

A pretty pink rose

That r'n'r lady takes a space-ship ride she's out of this world

A pretty pink rose

And we're living for you my love, we're living for you
And we're dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose

She tore down Paris on the tail of Thom Paine
But the left wings broken the right insane

A pretty pink rose

Have a nice day, it's a killer, turn a cheek
It's a christian code

A pretty pink rose

And we're living for you my love, we're living for you
And we're dying for you my love

Pretty pink rose

She's the poor man's gold she's the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannibal

She's a pretty pink rose

Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose

Pretty pink rose

And we're living for you my love, we're living for you
And we're dying for you my love, pretty pink rose

Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose

Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart

"Hello, honey, I hope I didn't wake you up,
but I had to hear your voice
I'm standing in another phone booth,
somewhere on the moon

I'm alright, I guess, except for all the stuff I miss
the things we used to do
I never knew I could be this blue

It's so quiet here
like the stars are sayin',
"shh, be quiet"

So, how are the kids?
Did I miss his birthday again?
aw, no...could you tell him I'm sorry,
sometimes my mind gets blurry
and I lose all sense of time

Time moves slowly
like the curve of the earth

Aw, honey, I wish I really could
reach out and touch you...but that's not real
like the moon is blue...like this lonely view
from a sad phone...out here on the moon

And it feels like one long lonely night
you know what I mean,
that's why I called"

people fly people flee
people clam and say "it wasn't me"
people fish people beef
people arm to teeth
yes, you've got people on the tube
walking on the moon
people at the bottom of the sea
people in tombs
people in igloos
even a tribe of pygmies

people are the main spring
turning the world around
people, they're the main spring
spinning this world upside down

people sun people toast
people tire shile other people smoke
people bowl people rock
people pay to see two people box

watch me face me
dress me baby me
phone me wire me
house me bug me fire me

people are the main spring
spinning the world around
people, they're the main spring
turning this world inside out

When I wake up in my tree
Wake up in my bedroom tree
A little girl and a parakeet
Are singing to me

My, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom
Why would I ever wanna leave
Leave a peaceable kingdom

And when I wake up on the floor
On the carpeted forest floor
All of the squirrels in their conifers
Are saying to me


My, oh my, even if you had set of wings
Why would you ever wanna fly
From a peaceable kingdom
Oh my, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom
Why would I ever wanna leave
Leave a peaceable kingdom

It's quiet a night
When the monkeys retire
So we lay down our faces
By the fireplace
And sing softly
What a peaceable kingdom

one eye goes laughing,
one eye goes crying
through the trials and trying of one life
one hand is tied,
one step gets behind
in one breath we're dying

i've been waiting for the sun to come up
waiting for the showers to stop
waiting for the penny to drop
one time
and i've been standing in a cloud of plans
standing on the shifting sands
hoping for an open hand
one time

one eye goes laughing,
one eye goes crying
through the trials and trying of one life
one hand is tied,
one step gets behind
in one breath we're dying

i've been waiting for the sun to come up
waiting for the showers to stop
waiting for the penny to drop
one time
and i've been standing in a cloud of plans
standing on the shifting sands
hoping for an open hand
one time

"I guess", God said,
"It's time to let the little people have
the salad days
somebody cut the rain,
let there be lawn chairs in the shade
for everyone
be sure to give it the works,
the barbecues and the fireworks
and make certain the night is fair
for my lovers in pairs
I'll be behind the sun,
now let these things be done, uh huh,
it's one of those days"

We had iced-up beer in the park with the picnic gear
uh huh, the salad days
between the hoots and shouts
we were knockin' a volleyball around
every which way
tan dads without no shirts,
young things tucked under skirts,
a baby girl whose face is smirched with some dessert,
bad boys hurtin' their bikes
shootin' for the world-record psyche
one of those days

Now sometime later on
God peeked from behind the sun, he said,
"Looks like it's all worked out and I can rest a while"
God had His Great Snooze
and through the trees a sleepy breeze blew
it was one of those days

Oh daddy, when you gonna write that big hit?
Oh daddy, when you gonna hit it real big, real big?

Well, now that's a tall request
For such a small little girl
But I'll try, try till I get it just right
'Cause I'm gonna make it, maybe even twice

Oh daddy, when you gonna make it to the big time gig?
Oh daddy, when you gonna blow off the lid?

Well, it's like a backstage pass into paradise
There's a long, lonely waiting list
But I'm gonna give it everything I've got to give

Oh daddy, when you gonna be a big star?
I got the suit and a pink guitar
Oh daddy, when you gonna break it wide open
I don't know but I still keep hopin'
Oh daddy, are you gonna make a million bucks?
All it takes it a whole lotta luck, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh daddy, when you gonna have that fat Cadillac like you always said?
Oh daddy, when you gonna put on some stretch pants, yeah?

Well, don't hold your breath 'cause it'll make you blue
But the whole opera's not over yet
And I aim to make the fat lady sweat

Oh daddy, how you gonna make it to the top?
All I know is I'm not gonna stop
Oh daddy, what are ya' gonna buy your little girl?
Hey, I'm gonna getcha Disney World
Oh daddy, you could hit the jackpot yet
Like I told now don't hold your breath
Oh, daddy, daddy, oh, daddy, daddy, oh, daddy, daddy
I'm gonna buy you Disney World

You always said that I'd be back again, that I'd come running to you in the end
I thought that you were on your own, and now I find you're not alone
(Not alone) I'll see you through the rain
(Not alone) through the heartache and pain
(Not alone) It hurts like never before, you're not alone any more

You always said that I would know someday just how it feels when your love walks away
I let you down, I let you go, I lost you, how was I to know?
(Not alone) I'll see you through the rain
(Not alone) through the heartache and pain
(Not alone) It hurts like never before, you're not alone any more

I never knew I could feel this way, I never could see past yesterday
You feel that everything is gone, I feel it too, you're not alone
(Not alone) I'll see you through the rain
(Not alone) through the heartache and pain
(Not alone) It hurts like never before
You're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone any more, any more, any more

Good morning, it's 3am in this great roaring
city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking
spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their
tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in
the diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young
impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza
and over there that brilliant head ornament on that
Japanese macaque but look
closely at the hammerhead hand
in hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're
unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...

the stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler's
resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with
the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the
impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly
live without also be cautious of the poisonous
boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat
and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing
with a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good
reply...

arrive in neurotica
through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery

arrive in neurotica
through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery

I have no fin
no wing no stinger
no claw no camouflage
I have no more to say...
Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over
there look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger
rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink
siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers,
they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue
random animal parts now playing
nightly right here in neurotica...so long...

I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
I'm wheels,
I am moving wheels moving wheels
I am a 1952 starlite coupe...

En route.....les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody...Sartori a Paris...
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city...
There's a postcard we're all seen before...
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins we
eat apples in vans with sandwiches ... rush
Into the lobby life of hurry up and wait
Hurry up and wait for all the odd-shaped keys
Which lead to new soap and envelopes...

Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever phone call home.....no
Sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad
Video machine to eat time... a cityscene
I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4am

The Seine alone at 4a.....Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...

Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Neal and Jack and me
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Neal and Jack and me
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...

I don't wanna live
anywhere
I wanna live, I wanna live everywhere
in a rolling big house
full of fresh air
a motor bungalow,
round and comfortable
like a highway yacht with a shower,
no stairs
you can anchor her,
you can anchor her anywhere
sleep a week or so
and get to know the local jokes
in a motor bungalow,
round and comfortable

In the bungalow breakfast nook
on the bungalow breakfast table
violets picked in Vermont
and shells knicked on a Florida jaunt
and a menu from Cohens restaurant
in a motor bungalow
motor bungalow

One morning
roll down the windows
let the north wind in
and fly across the continent
up to Canada,
whoa, Canada
to view a true moose, uuhhhmm
wet your pants, ha!
in a cold stream
eat home-made ice cream
and live
in a motor bungalow

Look for the signs
Look for the symptoms
Look for the slight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my head
Well, what more can be said...

Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...

Wouldn't it be great
to see the African plains
before they lay them to waste
and only the bones remain
Wouldn't it be poetry
to shoot holes in the poachers we see
with an elephant gun

Men in helicopters fly
shooting rhinos from out of the sky
Why do we always assume
the planet is ours to ruin?
what a legacy we're leaving behind
what a legacy

Wouldn't it be something
for the men killing dolphin
to be caught up by their necks
in their greedy fishing nets
Wouldn't it be irony
if the tuna fish canneries
were to fall into the sea

The dolphins and the whales still left alive
cry to the stars in the deep blue night
"There's nowhere to hide,
the people on earth will not be denied"
what a legacy we're leaving behind
what a legacy

Wouldn't it be odd
if there really was a God
and he looked down on earth
and saw what we've done to Her
Wouldn't it be just
if He pulled the plug on us,
and took away the sun

Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America

When, when was the night so long
Long, like the notes I'm sending
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America

Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America

When, when was the night so long
Long, like the notes I'm sending
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America

Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America

When, when was the night so long
Long, like the notes I'm sending
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America

She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing
Or be a servant to a telephone ring
She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed…
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now…

She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular and singing in her underwear…
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now…

Her wild and wise womanly
Introspectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness

It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now…

I'm looking through my telescope
looking for a UFO
I'm looking through my telescope
searching for a ray of hope
to come out of this dark night
I hope they understand wrong from right
and maybe they can show us
how to clean up our mess

I'm looking through my telescope
looking for a UFO
I wonder what they see on earth
do they see the hate and hurt
or do they see the Christmas lights and mirth
and hear songs of peace on earth

Somebody will have to fall out of the sky
somebody to show us how to survive
oh, wouldn't that be nice

Somebody to guide us out of this dark night
somebody to show us how to take hate and hurt
and turn it into peace on earth

I'm looking for a UFO
I'm looking through my telescope
for somebody with a ray of hope

I was just now thinking about the Jaws Of Life
how they chew you up and spit you right
back into the frying pan

And how life unwinds around and around
up and down, you think you're fine
but then you're back in the frying pan

And how life unwinds
you think you're fine
but then...

Rome now comes to sit
in her garden
mingling the breeze with memories
of a time when
there was a room in pale yellow hues
her room with a view
where love made a bed of happiness
in muslin and lace
sweet is the voice from far away
that speaks sotto voce and
is lingering there in the golden air
to quiet the day.

autumn has come to rest
in her garden
come to paint the trees with emptiness
and no pardon
so many things have come undone
like the leaves on the ground
and suddenly she begins to cry
but she doesn't know why
heavy are the words that fall through the air
to burden her shoulders
caught up in the trees
her soliloguy,
"don't leave me alone"

I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
by the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
playing little games
like not looking at it for a whole day
and then.. looking at it.
to see if I still liked it.
I did.

I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
the more I like it.
I do think it's good.
The fact is..
no matter how closely I study it,
no matter how I take it apart,
no matter how I break it down,
It remains consistent.
I wish you were here to see it.

I like it.

I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
by the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
playing little games
like not looking at it for a whole day
and then.. looking at it.
to see if I still liked it.
I did.

I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
the more I like it.
I do think it's good.
The fact is..
no matter how closely I study it,
no matter how I take it apart,
no matter how I break it down,
It remains consistent.
I wish you were here to see it.

I like it.

I Wish I Knew

I (Belew/Omega)

"Friends seen an' unseen...to you that are ridin' along
in your automobile...to you that are sitting at you table
I greet you with the holy word 'Peace'...
for with my infinite mind I thinks constructively...
and I'm able to draw whatsaever I want into my immediate
surroundin'...for yo' minds are my mind
and my mind is yo' mind and I'm sendin' out
my mind to you, you, an' you...

You've got to remain to bein' yourself...you cannot be
nobody else, it ain't no use tryin' bein' no whirlwind
an' uh, jumpin' here an' an' playin' checkers with
your own life, that ain't gonna work, baby...

Now repeat these words behind me:
'I am what I am'...now that's all you are...
you are what you believe you are...stretch out

So many of you all in Radioland, you're not stretchin' out...
but I want to say one thing to you today...it makes no
differen' who you are, what you're doin', what you're
tryin' to do or want to do, repeat these words
'I am what I am and that's all I am...is what I am'...
that's all I, look, that, that's all I am is what I am...and I'm it

Make no differen' whether it's in the mornin',
the evenin', or in the night time...
hair breakin' out, bald headed...it's the same thing...
you are what you believe you are

'Cause some of you all are sittin' there right now,
amen, an' tell if you had a necktie on yo', on now, right now,
a whirlwind would come along an' choke you to death,
that's how bad luck some of you all in...
some of you all in such a bad luck right now
that you couldn't hit a barn with a baseball bat...
some of you all in such a bad luck right now, amen,
if you was to sit down by-a-by-men, by a pond, amen,
somethin' would come up an' stick ya'
you just in that bad a' luck...

I am what I am...now repeat this behind me:
'I am what I am and that is all I am and I am it'...
Yes, I know what you're sayin'...stretch out...oh, yes...stretch out"

People like us have our eyes on the stars
and we keep informed via TV Guide
and we entertain in a house of cards
but the trouble remains
in our sleeping hearts

Wake up! Get out,
get out of this house of cards
Why are we sleeping?

Wake up! Get out,
get out of this house of cards
Why are we dreaming?

Why are we blinded,
always the little guys?
Why do we find ourselves
always compromised?

People like us have lives made of dust
and we know too little,
but we know too much
and our puzzled lives have come all apart
so we go back to bed
with our sleeping hearts
and we stay asleep
in a house of cards