[Hmm BOTH threads mention the name Mary…? I only read this after I put Let It Be into the other one…]
The mermaid grace, the forever call
Beauty in spyglass on an old man’s porch
The mermaids you turn loose brought back your tears
At the end of the river the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveler rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes
I am a mermaid
With golden hair…
( I’ve never seen one like you! )
Not all us mermaids
Have silver tails –
I have no tail at all!
(Well, I’ve never,
Seen any mermaids
With knobbly knees!
I’d say this tale
Was a touch too tall,
Maybe a touch too tall…)
They’ve got no horns and they’ve got no tail
They don’t even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance?
He cried, and wept
Well I saw the thing comin’ out of the sky
It had the one long horn, one big eye
I commenced to shakin’ and I said “ooh-eee”
It looks like a purple eater to me
Woah!
The Witch Doctor had a guitar in his hand.
They were boppin’ and a-rockin’,
With a big ol’ band.
Well the Purple was a blowin’,
Like a People Eater should.
The Witch Doctor picked,
Like a Johnny B. Goode.
Well, I gotta hear an oldie like “Johnny B. Goode”, yeah
You know it gets me in the mood, yeah I knew it would
This here radio’s got to make it right, yeah
Anybody wanna rock tonight?
Turn up the music
Rock ‘n’ roll radio
I said to turn up the music, yow, huh
Day in, day out, all week long
Things go better with rock
The only time I turn it down
Is when I’m sleepin’ it off
Turn up the radio
I need the music, gimme some more
Turn up the radio
I wanna feel it, got to gimme some more
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blurred
Demographic
Gives what you want
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It’s going down I know
It’s one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough
If lust and hate is the candy,
If blood and love taste so sweet,
Then we give 'em what they want.
Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.
So their eyes are growing hazy,
'Cos they wanna turn it on,
So their minds are soft and lazy,
Well, hey, give 'em what they want.
Six of one a half a dozen
Black guitars and plastic blues
Hide behind a wall of nothing
Nothing said and nothing new
Four chords that made a million
You belong there on the cover
You are the emperor in new clothes
A man who thinks he owns the future
Will sell your vacuum with his prose
Four chords that made a million
You can go
And run your vacuum during my favorite show
And I’ll let you call up folks in Europe you don’t even know
Anything you want, babe, if it makes you happy
But I’m begging you down on my bended knees
Oh, honey, please don’t wear those shoes
Hey, I put some new shoes on,
And suddenly everything is right,
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody’s smiling,
It’s so inviting,
Oh, short on money,
But long on time,
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,
And I’m running late,
And I don’t need an excuse,
'Cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes.
Desperation in the singles bars
An’ all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars
You can’t believe your reviews
Oh no, you can’t do that
Once you started wearin’ those shoes
Well, hand me down my rocking shoes
Hand me down my rocking shoes
Baby, hand me down my rocking shoes
We’ll rock to the rhythm and blues
All my sins are taken away
I wanna jump, but I’m afraid I’ll fall
I wanna holler, but the joint’s too small
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me, too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Want some lovin’ babe and that ain’t all
I wanna kiss her, but she’s way too tall
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me, too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Now you’ve listened to my story
Here’s the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever! till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
I’m burnin’ through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don’t stop me now
I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball
Don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
There’s been a place built for you
Sit by the fire, tell me truth
Don’t blind my eyes, turn them blue
And then I’ll dry my face on you
One hundred degrees
One hundred degrees
Looking for a way to leave the world today
But the world is gonna leave itself anyway
While I’m here I wanna walk with you, hold your hand
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Turquoise eyes, the color I need to get clean
The forest burns, and with it something inside me
There’s thorns on the cactus tree
There’s thorns on the rose
There’s thorns in the heart of me
That nobody knows
They tear at the flesh until
The tears start to rise
They form in my heart
But they fall from Anastasia’s eyes