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Howdy there kiddoes!
Tain't been around in awhile.
I apologize for NOT being around to irritate y'all.
Tain't been around in awhile.
I apologize for NOT being around to irritate y'all.
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid.
Happier than you and me.
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid.
And it determined what he could see.
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid.
One chromosome too many.
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid.
And it determined what he could see.
And he wore a hat.
And he had a job.
And he brought home the bacon.
So that no one knew.
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid.
His friends were unaware.
Mongoloid he was a mongoloid.
Nobody even cared.
Songwriters: GERALD CASALE
Jocko Homo
Devo
They tell us that
We lost our tails
Evolving up
From little snails
I say it's all
Just wind in sails
Are we not men?
We are devo!
We're pinheads now
We are not whole
We're pinheads all
Jocko homo
Are we not men?
D-E-V-O
Monkey men all
In business suit
Teachers and critics
All dance the poot
Are we not men?
We are devo!
Are we not men?
D-E-V-O
God made man
But he used the monkey to do it
Apes in the plan
We're all here to prove it
I can walk like an ape
Talk like an ape
I can do what a monkey can do
God made man
But a monkey supplied the glue
We must repeat
okay let's go!
Songwriters: MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH
Funny how I find myself in love with you
If I could buy my reasoning I'd pay to lose
One half won't do
I've asked myself
How much do you commit yourself?
It's my life (don't you forget)
Funny how I blind myself
I never knew if I was sometimes played upon
Afraid to lose, I'd tell myself what good you do
Convince myself
It's my life
How much do you commit yourself?
It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
It's my life
Songwriters: BILLY JOEL
Walking on velvet green.
Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love,
I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
that washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green.
We'll dream as lovers under the stars
of civilizations raging afar.
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
Songwriters: IAN ANDERSON
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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?
Songwriters
BELEW, ADRIAN / BRUFORD, WILLIAM SCOTT / FRIPP, ROBERT / LEVIN, ANTHONY CHARLES
I thought no one could keep us from sharing the rest of our lives.
Like a fool I believed you were true and had no disguise.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.
It's the same ugly story of a woman abusing a man.
So I have to forget you though I'm not even sure if I can.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.
It's the same ugly story of a woman abusing a man.
So I have to forget you though I'm not even sure if I can.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.
Songwriters: KEN HENSLEY
was only seventeen
I fell in love with a gypsy queen
She told me: "Hold on"
Her father was the leading man
Said: "You're not welcome on our land"
And then as a foe, he told me to go
He took me to a little shack
And put a whip across my back
Then told her: "Leave me"
I was out for quite a time
Came back with her on my mind
Sweet little girl
She means all the world
Oh, I want my gypsy queen
Will she still be torn between
Her father and lover
One day I will go to him
Strong enough to fight and win
The kind of a man
That he'll understand
I'm walking in your shadow
Ever since you went away
And the clock on the wall
Really hasn't very much to say
Oh, you left me bleeding
And left me needing you
In so very many ways
I was trying to attract your mind
But I'm the lonely one
'Cause I've had to leave it all behind
Lied and deceiving
Why should I be grieving you
Ride on a golden wave
Set sail for the sun
Make every cloud your slave
Don't be alone
When I get back from my trip
Of the ocean wide
Still walking in your shadow
And still looking for somewhere to hide
If I am worse off
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere, leading every single one
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armored movers took approached to overlook the sea
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be
Down at the edge, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river
Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain
Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain
I get up,
I get down,
I get up,
I get down
Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late
The eyes of honesty can achieve
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
In charge of who is there in charge of me
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Ah, ah
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark
Close to the edge, down by the river
Down at the end, round by the corner
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun
Now that you find, now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up
Songwriters: CARL E. JACKSON, EUGENE CHARLES JOHNSON
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.
I've been so far from here,
Far from your warm arms.
It's good to feel you again,
It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm.
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
I know a fireman who looks after the fire.
You, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Share his peace,
Sign the lease.
He's a supersonic scientist,
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
Look, look into my mouth he cries,
And all the children lost down many paths,
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand,
gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle,
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
We will rock you, rock you little snake,
We will keep you snug and warm.
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors
standing still below the ground,
Waiting for battle.
The fight's begun, they've been released.
Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...
And they're giving me a wonderful potion,
'cause I cannot contain my emotion.
And even though I'm feeling good,
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.
Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?
If you go down to Willow Farm,
to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the focks on the rocks,
and the musical box.
Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone's happy to be here.
There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg,
the egg was a bird.
(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard?
(They're going to change you into a human being!)
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.
We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.
ALL CHANGE!
Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.
Dad to dam to dumb to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
You're all full of ball.
Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you now.
And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what you got,
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),
Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!).
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
and all of us fit in our places.
With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.
Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours,
in the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean,
as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.
There's an angel standing in the sun,
and he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.
Songwriters: MIKE RUTHERFORD, PETER GABRIEL, PHIL COLLINS, STEVE HACKETT, TONY BANKS
Race of doom
Is it on
Is it off
Reply
It's a matter of time
It's a matter of luck
It's a factor of chance
'Til i self-destruct
You fire at random
I'm under attack
Strapped in and freewheeling
Flying off the track
I want to be your time bomb
Let me be your time bomb baby
I want to be your time bomb
Please let me be your time bomb baby
Everywhere there is danger
Absolutely for real
Subliminal feelings
Too strong to conceal
Unscramble your program
My turn to unload
Unbelievably certain
Guaranteed to explode
Songwriters: GERALD CASALE, MARK MOTHERSBAUGH
Ya know, these here guys were overlooked.
It's all-American. The synthesizers are US-Made.
Today what does it take to do the super thing?
I'll tell you what it takes: a very simple thing
Iron nerves like the pilot of a jumbo jet
Or a girl on the go who hasn't got there yet
[Chorus]
Magnetic trumpets blowing, synthetic saxophone
The evidence kept growing from below
Hidden motivations buried in the past
Still gives us strength for the super thing
The red alarm a rude surprise every time it rings
Means it's time to go beyond the normal thing
Pay attention and be prepared to do it right
The super thing, the thing that makes you bigger than life
[Chorus]
To do the super thing won't you tell me what it takes?
To do the super thing won't you tell me what it takes?
To do the super thing
Signals start to travel from a distant place
Lights go out, electro-shock, then pleasure, pain
Sensations unfamiliar can make you sick
It's a superhuman thing and it does the trick
Magnetic trumpets blowing, synthetic saxophone
The evidence kept growing from below
Hidden motivations buried in the past
Still gives us strength
Songwriters: GERALD CASALE, MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH
It's all-American. The synthesizers are US-Made.
Today what does it take to do the super thing?
I'll tell you what it takes: a very simple thing
Iron nerves like the pilot of a jumbo jet
Or a girl on the go who hasn't got there yet
[Chorus]
Magnetic trumpets blowing, synthetic saxophone
The evidence kept growing from below
Hidden motivations buried in the past
Still gives us strength for the super thing
The red alarm a rude surprise every time it rings
Means it's time to go beyond the normal thing
Pay attention and be prepared to do it right
The super thing, the thing that makes you bigger than life
[Chorus]
To do the super thing won't you tell me what it takes?
To do the super thing won't you tell me what it takes?
To do the super thing
Signals start to travel from a distant place
Lights go out, electro-shock, then pleasure, pain
Sensations unfamiliar can make you sick
It's a superhuman thing and it does the trick
Magnetic trumpets blowing, synthetic saxophone
The evidence kept growing from below
Hidden motivations buried in the past
Still gives us strength
Songwriters: GERALD CASALE, MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH
It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world
Oh what a beautiful world
For you
It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
Oh what a wonderful place
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me
Songwriters: GERALD V. CASALE, MARK MOTHERSBAUGH
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