certainly drug infused lyrics from marc bolan , but I have got a hub cap diamond star halo with a tall hat and a tattooed gown and if I catch that black cat I will definitely sit it on my shoulder so in the morning baby there I go ...... mad as but hey they were popular and still are popular songs eh
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to a 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 ev'ry 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.
As a prog rock fan I often wonder whether Jon Anderson's lyrics are dafter than Pete Sinfield's.
Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us Like the ceiling can’t hold us
I like “A Horse With No Name” (America) immensely, but can’t decide whether it’s intended to be a Anthem To Pre-Manson Hippydom or a p*ss take.
“There were plants and birds and rocks and things…”
“The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz…”
“The heat was hot…”
Genius, or extracts taken from the school essay of a 7-year-old?
Notes to self; Try not to look into things too deeply; you may become disappointed. And never put money on a horse with no name in the Grand National, as it would be difficult to cheer it on.
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly DJ's spinning I said my, my Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sais pas, Flashe no deux And you don't stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he's got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercuries and Subarus And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars Then, when there's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move too slow, 'cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said don't stop, do punk rock
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