Hey, baby, if you’re feelin’ down
I know what’s good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see,
Will it ruin your reputation lovin’ me?
'Cause I’m a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Don’t drive no big black car
Don’t like no Hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
You don’t give a damn what I do to you
I’m just a dirty white boy
(Dirty white boy) dirty white boy
(Dirty white boy) dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
I’m gonna tell the world, you’re a dirty little girl
Someone grab that bitch by the ears
Rub her down scrub her back
And turn her inside out
Cause I bet she hasn’t had a bath in years
Here’s my own belief about all the dirty girls
That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl
And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself
So don’t show up around here till your social worker’s helped
I don’t want you to be high
I don’t want you to be down
Don’t want to tell you no lie
Just want you to be around
Please come right up to my ears
You will be able to hear what I say
Don’t want you out in my world
Just you be my backstreet girl
Please don’t be part of my life
Please keep yourself to yourself
Please don’t you bother my wife
That way you won’t get no hell
Don’t try to ride on my horse
You’re rather common and coarse anyway
Don’t want you out in my world
Just you be my backstreet girl
Please don’t you call me at home
Please don’t come knocking at night
Please never ring on the phone
Your manners are never quite right
Please take the favors I grant
Curtsy and look nonchalant, just for me
Don’t want you part of my world
Just you be my backstreet girl
Now laying here in the dark, you’re like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we’d go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
Well after all this time to find we’re just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Well we swore forever friends, hey!
On the backstreets until the end
Uh, uh, uh
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
It’s alright
To go hiding on the backstreets tonight
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Whoah!
Hey!
Whoahhh!
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah
Whoah, oh, oh
Whoo, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh
You are not goin’ to see
On the avenue of broken dreams
Inner ways like road of sins
On the avenue of broken dreams
On the avenue, 5th Avenue,
The photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re
On the Rotogravure.
Baby I think tonight
We can take what was wrong to make it right
Baby it’s all I know
That you’re half of the flesh and blood makes me whole
Need you so
Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
And when we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in
(Let us in…let us in…)
[and now, to play off Prof. Pepperwinkle’s entry]:
I’m outta luck, outta love
Got a photograph, picture of
Passion Killer, you’re too much
You’re the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You’re all I want, my fantasy
Oh, look what you’ve done to this rock ‘n’ roll clown
Oh-oh, look what you’ve done
Photograph - I don’t want your
Photograph - I don’t need your
Photograph - All I’ve got is a photograph
But it’s not enough…
Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s
a sunny day
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away
Wide-angle watcher
On life’s ancient tales,
Steeped in the history of London.
Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster.
Wistful and weathered,
The pride still prevails,
Alive in the streets of the city.
Are they oblivious
To this quality?
A quality
Of light unique to
Every city’s streets.
Pavements may teem with intense energy,
But the city is calm in this violent sea.
All the trees have fallen, the soil is scorched and dry
I can’t respire, a storm of fire is raging in the sky
Where is all the wildlife? Extinct from pole to pole
The hunt for skin, a deadly sin
Took it’s heavy toll
The seas are red, the skies are grim
The soil is filled with graves
The Earth is dead, the sun is dim
Listen to the waves
We befoul the air and burn a hole in the sky
Deadly rays from outer space cause our race to die
Standing at the crossroads, a choice of life and death
We’ll take more care and clear the air
Or take our final breath
The seas are red, the skies are grim
The soil is filled with graves
The Earth is dead, the sun is dim
Listen to the waves
What good is the dawn
That grows into day
The sunset at night
Or living this way
For I have the warmth of the sun
Within me at night
The love of my life
She left me one day
I cried when she said
“I don’t feel the same way”
Still I have the warmth of the sun
Within me tonight
I’ll dreams of her arms
And though they’re not real
Just like she’s still there
The way that I feel
My love’s like the warmth of the sun
It won’t ever die
She left me for another;
It’s a common tale, but true.
A sadder man, but wiser now,
I sing these words to you.
We told our tales as we sat under morning’s sleepy sky
With all the colours of the sunrise shining in our eyes
One, then another, with a story of yesterday’s lives
Or of a lover who had gone in a moment of strife
No thought of sleep ever dwells upon the wise man’s mind
Some task or audience stealing every moment of his time
Thus we have learned to live
While mortal men stand waiting to die
How can we do what must be done in just one short life
We stood in the windy city,
The gypsy boy and I.
We slept on the breeze in the midnight
With the rain droppin’ tears in our eyes.
And who’s going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I’m too young,
For I’m going to try for the sun.
We huddled in a derelict building
And when he thought I was asleep
He laid his poor coat round my shoulder,
And shivered there beside me in a heap.
And who’s going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I’m too young,
For I’m going to try for the sun.
We sang and cracked the sky with laughter,
Our breath turned to mist in the cold.
Our years put together count to thirty,
But our eyes told the dawn we were old.
And who’s going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I’m too young,
For I’m going to try for the sun.
Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky,
Won’t you look down what’s happening here below?
I stand here singing to the flowers,
So very few people really know.
And who’s going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I’m too young,
For I’m going to try for the sun.
Birdman thinks he owns the sky
But he can’t look me in the eye
I walk on gilded mirror blades
I walk on razors feel no pain
In the heat of summertime
Rolling thunder is my sign
I understand what’s going on
I’m going to fly right to the sun
The sun is shining, the sea is rising
The stars burn to their core
And every proton and unnamed neutron
Is fusing in my bones
And a brand new mammal is darkly rising
As Man burns from his tomb
And I think on this as a blissful moment
To fly into the sun.
As the sun breaks above the ground
An old man stands on the hill
As the ground warms to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still
His eyes are ablaze
See the madman in his gaze
Fly on your way, like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle
Fly and touch the sun
Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd,
“In the name of God, my father, I’ll fly!”
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
Fly on your way, like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle
Fly and touch the sun
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
“Love, just don’t stare,”
He used to say to me every Sunday morning
The spider in the window, the angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules
“So speak, I’m right here!”
She used to say to me - not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling, the devil in my bed
I guess Easter’s never coming
So I’ll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
Living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
“Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.”
Voices discussing me
“Others steal your thoughts, they’re not confined within your mind.”
Thought disorder, dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?
I feel elated - I feel depressed
Sex is death, death is sex
Says it right here on my crucifix
Like a scream but sort of silent
Living off my nightmares
Voices protecting me
“Good behavior brings the Savior to his knees.”
Voices rejecting me
“Others steal your thoughts, they’re not confined to your own mind.”