1. Changes
2. Oh!  You Pretty Things
3. Eight Line Poem
4. Life on Mars?
5. Kooks
6. Quicksand
7. Fill Your Heart
8. Andy Warhol
9. Song for Bob Dylan
10.   Queen Bitch
11.   The Bewlay Brothers

    

Changes

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Everytime I thought I got it made
It seems the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the stranger
Ch-ch-changes
Don't wanna be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the stranger
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a better man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days flow through my eyes
But the days still seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame, you've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change them
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinate me
Those changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Look out all you rock 'n' rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

Oh! You Pretty Things

Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, sake off your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
I look out my window and what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

What are we coming to
There's no room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books are found by the Golden ones
It's written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mommas and poppas insane
Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mommas and poppas insane
Let me make it plain
Gotta make way for the homo superior

Look out at your children
See their faces in the golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
We've finished our news
Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mommas and poppas insane
Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mommas and poppas insane
Let me make it plain
Gotta make way for the homo superior

Eight Line Poem

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down on the West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

Life on Mars?

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mother is yelling, no
And her father has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
As she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She couls spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

CHORUS:
Sailors, fighting on the dance floor
Oh man, look at those cave men go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the law man
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk broads
Rule Britainia is out of bounds
To my mother my dog and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times before
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

CHORUS.

Kooks

CHORUS:
Will you stay in our lover's story
If you stay, you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow, so take a chance
On a couple of kooks
Hung up on romancing

We bought a lot to things to keep you warm and dry
A funny old crib on which the paint won't dry
I bought you a pair of shoes
A trumpet you can blow
And a book of rules
On what to say to people when they pick on you
'Cause if you stay with us you've gonna be pretty kooky too

And if you ever have to go to school
Remember how it messed up this old fool
Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads
'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's dads
And if the homework brings you down
Then we'll throw it on the fire
And take the car down town

CHORUS

Quicksand

I'm closer to the golden dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
I'm drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
I'm living proof of Churchill's lies, I'm destiny
I'm drawn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets, divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud the death of man
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman, I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
CAn't take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

Fill Your Heart

Fill your heart with love today
Dont' play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your mind
Only in your mind, so forget your mind
And you'll be free, yeah
The writing's on the wall
Free, yeah. And you can know it all
If you choose. Just remember
Lovers never lose
'Cause they are Free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love cleans the mind
And makes it Free

Happiness is happening
The dragons have been bled
Gentleness is everywhere
Fear's just in your Head
Only in your head
So forget your head and you'll be free
The writing's on the wall
Free, yeah. And you can know it all
If you choose. Just remember
Lovers never lose
'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
And thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love cleans the mind
And makes it free

Andy Warhol

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
Like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

CHORUS:
Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy walking, Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise
When he wakes up on the sea
Sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

CHORUS TWICE

Song for Bob Dylan

Hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words in truthful vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
Put the fear in a whole lot more

CHORUS:
Ah, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
A couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Will send her back home again

You gave your soul to every bedsit room
At least a picture on my wall
Sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them why they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone

CHORUS

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him they've lost his poems
So they're writing on the wall
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

CHORUS

Queen Bitch

I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruiser's below
My heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all-time low
He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
As she's hoping to score I just can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind

CHORUS:
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and her bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I can do better than that

She's an old time ambassador of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkes clubs for pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it, then she can do it, she don't make false claims
For she's a Queen and such are Queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains
Nonw she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down
Bet it could have been me, yes it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say

CHORUS
So I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold, it don't feel like no bed at all
Oh I lay donw a while and I gaze at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab 'cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth, and it's no taste at all
'Cause it could have been me, yes it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say

CHORUS

The Bewlay Brothers

And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whole of a lie like they hope it was
And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions wiht saccharin and trust
The world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh we were gone
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
We were so turned on
By your lack of Conclusions

I was stone and he was wax so he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
And we frighened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our veins and lo it was midnight
Back o' the kitchen door
Liek the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today
It was stalking time for the moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil may be here
But he can't sing above that
Oh we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the rokcs
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He's camelian, comedian Corinthian and caricature
Shooting up pie in the sky
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the cruch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mindwarp pavillion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked
I might just slip away
Just for the day, hey
Please come away, hey