Still don't know what I was waiting for
Time was running wild, a million dead end streets
Everytime I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
I turned myself to face me
I never caught a glypse
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 have to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the stranger
Ch-ch-changes
Just wanted to be a different man
Time may change me, but I can't trace time

I watch the riples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermancence
So the days flow through my eyes,
But the days seem the same
And these children that they spit on
As they try to change their worlds
They're immune to your consultations
They're quite aware what they're goin' 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 left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me, but you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinate me.
Changes are taking, the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Look out 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
I said that time may change me, but I can't trace time

OH!YOU PRETTY THINGS

Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes shake off your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window, 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?
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where some books are found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man, who questioned
What we came 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 golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of the coming race
The earth is a bitch
We've finnished our news
Homo sapiens have out grown 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 brances to the sky

LIFE ON MARS?

It's a god awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mommy is yelling no
and her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is no where to be seen
Now 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 could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

CHORUS:
Sailors, fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the law man,
beating up the wrong guy
Wonder if he'll ever know.
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's torchered brow
That 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 horeds
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
For I wrote it ten times or more
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
With a couple of kooks
Hung up on romancing

We bought a lot of 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're gonna be pretty kooky too.

CHORUS

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
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
Living proff of Churchill's lies, I'm destiny
I'm torn 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

CHORUS:
Don't believe in yourself
Don't decieve with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh

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 homosapien
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

CHORUS TWICE

FILL YOUR HEART

Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happend in the past
Only happend in your Mind.
Only in your Mind-forget your Mind
And you'll be free, yea
The writing's on the wall
Free, yea. And you can know it all
If you choose, just remember
Lovers never lose
'Cause they're free of thoughts unpure (sic)
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
Fear's in your head
Only in your head
So forget your head
And you'll be free
And the writing's on the wall
Free, yea. 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!

ANDY WORHOL

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 pents to have a go
Like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

CHORUS:
Andy Worhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Worhol 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
Be sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint, 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
Anbout a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words in truthful vengance
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 pained lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to peices
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

You gave your soul to every bedsit room
At least a picture in 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 out 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 waching the cruisers 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 so hard to pull sister Flo
And she's hoping to score
I just can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
walk out of her mind, no not her

CHORUS:
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
With her frock coat and biperty boperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old time embassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest 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
But now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me
Yes it should have been me
Why didn't I say
Why didn't I say?

CHORUS

So I lay down a while and look at my hotel wall
Oh, the cot it's so cold, it don't fell like no bed at all
Yeah, I lay down a while and look at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
Now I'm phoning a cab, 'cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth, and it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say?
Why didn't I say

CHORUS

BEWLAY BROTHERS

And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem impossible
The whale of a lie like they hope it was

And the good men tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicershom
And how they bought their possitions with sacharin and trust
And 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, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

Well, I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
And he frightened the small children away
And our talk was old, and dust would flow
Thru' our vains and lo! it was midnight back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And solid book we wrote cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the devil may be here
But he can't sing about that

Oh, and 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
Woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be ded, he could be not, he could be you
He 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 crutch hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark

Oh, and we were gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind warp pavilian

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