Adrian Belew

Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
It's only talk

Talk, it's only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo
It's only talk
Back talk

Talk talk talk, it's only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a D this time
Dialog, duologue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations
It's all talk
Elephant talk? Elephant talk? Elephant talk!

Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
It's only talk

Talk, it's only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo
It's only talk
Back talk

Talk talk talk, it's only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a D this time
Dialog, duologue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations
It's all talk
Elephant talk? Elephant talk? Elephant talk!

Frame by frame (Suddenly)
Death by drowning (from within)
In your, in your analysis.

Step by step (Suddenly)
Doubt by numbers (from within)
In your, in your analysis.

Frame by frame (Suddenly)
Death by drowning (from within)
In your, in your analysis.

Step by step (Suddenly)
Doubt by numbers (from within)
In your, in your analysis.

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.

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

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.

I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
so close, feels like mine all mine
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
so close it feels like mine all mine...
I remember the feeling my hands in your hair
hands in your hair
I remember the feeling
of the rhythm we made
the rhythm we made
I need to land sometime
feel your heartbeat heartbeat
right next to me.....

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...

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...

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.....

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

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...

Its here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons
toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my
floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery... once I was
worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
angry bay...

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride...

My skin is metallic now, no longer and elegant powder blue... my body
unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal
relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
but this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway.

Dig me... but don't... bury me

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…

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...

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?

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 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…

Last night
I took a walk into the back of my mind
through the trash and the warning signs
there was a party full of jokes and clich's
I couldn't think of anything to say
and so I slipped into the men's room there
I saw my hair a way it's never been before

I took the stairs from my head to my heart
I didn't know they were so far apart
the heart is like a little chapel somewhere,
the pretty lights and the empty chairs
but I'm gonna bring a broom next time
I'll sweep out all the broken strings I find

She walks me down to my private train
and lays me down in my sleeping car
she keeps my elephant out of the rain
and sees to the care of my vintage cars
she is the blood of my life
without her I would starve

Who you gonna run to?
Who you gonna hide behind?
Who you gonna turn to
when there's nobody home but you?

What's a father to do
with all theses school-less injuns
running in circles around the wagons
What's a father to do
with all these monster debts
around my neck
on a sad sun deck
Oh, my children, the times are jaded
the simple life is complicated
oh, my children

Now if the dark of the night
arrives in the middle of the day
I'm gonna say my prayer
for sweetness and light,
gonna fix myself a Coke,
and hope it's alright

If the bat-winged beast sweep down
for a feast on me
I'm gonna pin my soul
to a hot-air balloon
gonna make it pop
and shoot me to the moon

Now you've had another piece of my mind,
a cup of coffee and a slice of time
if you'll excuse me I should say goodbye
I gotta go now.

I knew the weather was supposed to turn gray
but I didn't know it'd never go away
until I answered when my telephone rang
bad days coming my way
'cause I heard my baby saying
she's gonna be leaving me
bad days must be on my tracks
'cause I heard my baby saying
she won't be coming back
bad days
followed by those awful nights

I could've told you she was tired of my ways
I had no more surprises up my sleeve
but when she went away it sure surprised me, oh
bad days must be on my back
'cause I sense my baby's never
she's never coming back
bad days must be here to stay
'cause it seems so long since she,
since she went away
bad days
and always those awful nights

So this morning when I slept so late
I couldn't move beneath the heavy weight
I heard somebody at my backyard gate, oh
there she was coming through the haze saying,
"Hold me, baby, and I hope I'm not too late"
bad days are never coming again
because I heard my baby say she's,
she's never leaving me
happy days
and no more of those awful nights

I'm not a free lunch box car parked in the seat
dead-end streetcar of desire caught by the tailpiece
I'm a jiffy pop tarts are bad for your teen-aged beef

There's a mando-Linda Evans talking on the
phone call a Porter Wagoner tailor-made underwear
every dog has his Dayton Ohio Hitler
says to button your fly Tijuana place a Bette Midler

Oh drop dead lock stock and bugle coral reefer man
every Marlon Brando gave him a great big handstand
what a lumpy Guy lumbago embargo fish pants

Is there a Groucho Marxist doctrine in the
house calls about a lost set of Keystone cops out
the same way you came in through the bathroom wind-
oh look! a rock'n'roller skate and all skate slowly

Hey man a T-bone state of the aren't
you gonna finish your bird in a box
Hey man your witness to the stand still
shoulder to shoulder the burden a box
Hey man and even Colonel Sanders' daddy
was a Thunderbird in a box

Loose tooth three of a perfect paradiced onions cheese
and beans from another planeteri gargoyle change
every two thousand smiled at
Linda Evans called again singing happy birthmark

What's a blue man gonna do
when he collects the whole set of the blues
he can't move,
he can't shake his slump
a blue man says bumpity bump

Hey, bumpity bump
my heart hurts like a drum

What's a man,
what's a blue man gonna do
when he knows the truth of the blues
he can't find the world a satisfyin' place
he can't even face his own face

Why do I hurt like a drum?
my heart says bumpity bump

A blue man
what's he got to do,
go to sleep to evade the blues?
they might follow him right into his dreams
they might corner him and make him scream

Why do I feel like a bomb?
my heart says bumpity bump

Hey, what's a blue man say
when he's got to wake up
to another blue day
Oh, and nothing is right
and he's got no disguise
Who knows, maybe he woke up
in a different guy

Why do I feel like a bomb?
my heart hurts like a drum, why?
my heart says bumpity bump

(Belew/Hertzman)

Hello honey, how is every little thing?
sure I'll be glad to meet you at the beach at ten
I wanna be your brown-eyed handsome man
plant my feet in the sand
maybe you could be the Sunkist queen
in your cool Raybans
ooohweee, you and me babe
here comes another summer of love
and we're a fine pair of coconuts

Oil me up, buttercup
park your towel over here
with your things n' stuff
I'm gonna work on my major tan
I'm gonna get it perfect yet
you go ahead, hon, and jump in the lake
let me know if it's wet
ooohweee, you and me babe
here comes another summer of love
and we're a fine pair

Under the sun
where there's only one plan
build a condo in the sand
and maybe we'll be fried again, oh man

Oil me up now coconut
I just love to feel your hands
oil me up now coconut
I wanna be your man
ooohweee, you and me babe
here comes another summer of love
and we're fine coconuts

Pay Here
chimpanzee
Don't Park
under the aviary
walk through heatwave afternoon fast food hot zoo

Do the shuffle to the buffalo
see the mad monkey by the lonely pay phone
let's go fishin' in the air conditioned dark
man, look at the bite on that great big bark

Waste Here
souvenir land
Don't Feed
nobody your hand
rest room photograph pachyderm cat house hot zoo

Three sleepy zebra in their living room suits
joke with a crazy cockatoo
big giraffe in their injured party hats say
"Are you gonna watch our customary nap?"

Eat Here
a dinosaur egg
Don't Touch
the tarantula legs
march like army ants itchin' for a PX
hot zoo

I dig iguana in their outer space duds
sayin' "Aren't you glad we only eat bugs?"
closing time, quick! close those gates
capture a few of these human apes

Exit Here
kangaroo
Don't Forget
to come back soon

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

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

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

"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

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

Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there
You're all of us now, you're all over town
On wrappers and cans, you're bigger than life
You're braver than dad
You're a gunman, holding your own
You're a gunman, never alone

Gunman, leader of packs, shadow of death,
Killer in chic, never betrayed, friend of our kids
You're a gunman, holding your own
You're a gunman, never alone

Gunman, trader in arms
The kids on the streets are buying your charms

Gunman, my sort of star,
We're bleeding for you, we put you there
What would you give, you're all of us now
We're burning for you
You're all over town, gunman,
You're on wrappers and cans,
You're bigger than life and we're dying for you
And you're braver than dad, gunman
You're woman are dogs
But they're braver than you

We're bleeding for you
What would you give?
We're burning for you, gunman

We invented you,
Now we've got to live with you
You're more solid than a rock
A rock of cocaine or crack or ice or death,
Like a rock of death
Like a gravestone,
Gunman

I need to feel your heartbeat
so close, it feels like mine
all mine
I remember the feeling,
my hands in your hair
I remember the feeling
of the rhythm we made
I need to land sometime
right next to you
and feel your heartbeat
right next to me

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"

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

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

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

"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"

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

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...

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"

Marine 475
410
400
062
1009
1097
65
Non-Marine
10
190
510
1148
Motor
254
Aviation
545

long ago and far away in a different age
when i was a dumb young guy
fossilized photos of my life then
illustrate what an easy prey i must have been
standing in the sun, idiot savant
something like a monument
i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

ignorance has alway been something i excel in
followed by naivete and pride
doesn't take a scientist to see how
any clever predator could have a piece of me
standing in the sun, idiot savant
something like a monument
i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

when i look back on the past
it's a wonder i'm not yet extinct
all the mistakes and bad judgements i made
nearly pushed me to the brink
it doesn't pay to be too nice
it's the one thing i have learned
still, i made my fossil bed
now i toss and turn

i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

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"

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.

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

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

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

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

Walking down the street, do you stare at your feet
and never do you let your eyes meet the freaks,
the deadbeat addicts, social fanatics,
they're a dime a dozen and they carry guns

Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy smoke! Somebody blew up the Pope
Living in a cage in the USA

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world has happened to the world?
What in the world...

Driving your Mercedes you think you're safe
but there is no escape in a world of hateful
criminal minds with guns and knives
who say "give me a ride or give me your live"

Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy smoke! Somebody blew up the Pope
Living in a cage in the USA

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world has happened to the world?
What in the world...

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

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

Tragedys of Kennedys, refugees, AIDS disease
photos of Hiroshima, the Holocaust, and Kosovo
Tim McVeigh, Saddam Hussein, the bombing of the World Trade
hostages in Bosnia, atrocities, South Africa,
abortion and Kevorkian, Vietnam, napalm,
Lady Di, and Lennon died a violent crime, Columbine,
"I have a dream that one day..." Rodney King, O.J.,
symbols of our life and times, "One giant leap for mankind"

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...

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"

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

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

Jet set ski shop quasi silver Porche jacket
bleached blonde forty-dollar Foster Grant
capped teeth two-inch eyelash
pseudo gamma delta doll
Adidas in heat

Beer slob Saturday addict pops another top
"Kill that sonovabitch," he screams at the t.v.
the thrill of victory, the agony of my feet
Adidas in heat

Sports awareness T-shirt
sports awareness T-shirt
you have the paraphenelic regaliaof an athletic supporter

Forced to wear this T-shirt
sports awareness T-shirt
you have the paraphenelic regalia
of an athletic supporter

Yes, he was a fish head
his frontal lobe a retread
he rode a little motor scooter
they said he was a neuter
tried to be a masher
he was a failure as a flasher
what made it most regrettable
he thought he was incredible

Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now

Yes, he was a fish...sandwich
unfortunate case of brain damage
his modus operandi,
a burger and a french frie
his mother was a plumber
his father was a momur
he walked around a lot and took long naps

Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now
here I come, hey, look at me now
I'm a stimulator, I'm a tax evader
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now

Yes he was a fish head, as stable as a waterbed
for fear of pantaphobia he moved to Ethiopia

Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I'm a stimulator, I'm a space invader
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now