Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walkin’
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talkin’
Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind
So waste your time
On people who don’t know which way to go
They’ll never said you were, never said
You were up in the sky
Because it’s all in the mind
Just get in the car
Turn out the light
Don’t care who you are
You could be a star
Or you could be a fool
Don’t care what I find
It’s all in the mind
Because it’s all inside
Because it’s all inside
I was born to fly, fly pretty high
I’m very ape and very nice.
If you ever need anything please don’t
hesitate to ask someone else first.
I’m too busy acting like I’m not naive.
I’ve seen it all,
I was here first.
Out of the ground.
Into the sky.
Out of the sky.
Into the dirt.
Baby’s so high that she’s skying,
Yes she’s flying, afraid to fall.
I’ll tell you why baby’s crying,
Cause she’s dying, aren’t we all.
You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off for the sky.
And here, she’s acting happy,
Inside her handsome home.
And me, I’m flying in my taxi,
Taking tips, and getting stoned,
I go flying so high, when I’m stoned.
Can’t ya, can’t ya, can’t ya, can’t ya, can’t ya feel it
Stoned Love
Oh yeah stoned, stoned, stoned, stoned
Stoned Love
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stoned Love
Oh yeah, yeah
Stoned Love
But I would not be so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned!
Light up, everybody
Join us in this celebration
Light up and be happy
Sweet, sweet sounds will fill the air
Satin and lace, isn’t it a pity
Didn’t find time to call
Ready or not, gonna make it to the city
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Come on, let’s crawl, gotta crawl, gotta crawl,
To the ugly bug ball, to the ball, to the ball,
And a lovely time we’ll have there
Where all the fags and the dykes they’re boogyin’ together
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming “Please hit me, and I’ll hit you”
The FBI are dancing with the junkies
All the straights, are swinging with the funkies
Across the floor and up the wall
We’re freakin at the freakers ball
I was struck by lighting
Walkin’ down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It’s a dead man’s party
Who could ask for more
Everybody’s comin’, leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door . . .
Roland searched the continent
For the man who’d done him in
He found him in Mombasa
In a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun, he didn’t say a word
But he blew van Owens’ body from here to Johannesburg
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become
Stalked in the forest too close to hide
I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
High blood Drumming on your skin it’s so tight
You feel my heat I’m just a moment behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Scent and a sound. I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
La la la la la.
Why don’t you sit right back and I
I may tell you a tale, a tale of three
Little pigs and a big bad wolf
Well, the first little piggy
Well, he was kinda hick
He spent most of his days
Just day dreamin’ of the city
And then one day he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star
But living on the farm he knew nothing of the city
Built his house outta straw, what a pity?
Then one day
Jammin’ on some chords
Along came the wolf
Knockin’ on his door
Fang, son of Great Fang, the traitor we seek,
The laws of the brethren say this:
That only the king sees the crown of the gods,
And he, the usurper, must die.
Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe,
But Fang fought the hero in vain.
Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red -
Never would the crown leave again.
One-eye his the crown and with laurels on his head
Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace.
Hiawatha, he went hunting,
Went to hunt the bunny rabbit.
Went to make a pair of mittens
From the bunny rabbit fur.
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside;
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.