Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills
Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting, end the war
And the band played on
Great googa-looga, can’t you hear me talking to you
Sayin’ ball of confusion
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey
Take away, take away
Take away this ball and chain
Well I’m lonely and I’m tired
And I can’t take any more pain
Take away, take away
Never to return again
Take away, take away, take away
Take away this ball and chain
Take on me
(Take me on)
Take me on
(Take me on)
I’ll be gone,
In a day or two…
'Twas a moment like this
Do you remember?
And your eyes blew a kiss
When they met mine
Now we own all the stars
And a million guitars
Are still playing
Darling, you are the song
And you’ll always belong to my heart
Love was when I loved you
One true time I’d hold to
In my life, we’ll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on (why does the heart go on?)
Once more, you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
Don’t open the door to strangers
Don’t let them in, to your heart
They only want to take you far from me
Don’t open the door tonight
Don’t trust the man in the windows
Don’t let him buy all your dreams
He only wants to make them all his own
Don’t open the door tonight
Don’t project
Don’t connect
Protect
Don’t expect
Suggest
(I feel numb)
Don’t project
Don’t connect
Protect
Don’t expect
Suggest
(I feel numb)
Don’t struggle
Don’t jerk
Don’t collar
Don’t work
Don’t wish
Don’t fish
Don’t teach
Don’t reach
(I feel numb)
Don’t be nervous
Don’t be frightened
Don’t be scared
Be prepared!
I was talking with a friend of mine, said a woman had hurt his pride
Told him that she loved him so and turned around and let him go
Then he said, “You better watch your step
Or you’re gonna get hurt yourself
Someone’s gonna tell you lies, cut you down to size”
Don’t do me like that
Don’t do me like that
What if I love you baby?
Don’t do me like that
Don’t tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butter
Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I could while away the hours…
Conferin’ with the flowers,
Consultin’ with the rain.
And my head I’d be scratchin’
With the thoughts I’d be hatchin’
If I only had a brain…
Well, I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
And somewhere far away there’s another day
And someone’s getting out of bed
She puts on her face in the morning space
She doesn’t know if she’s dead
Her ruby lips can’t excite me anymore
And pain sprawls on the chair, it’s always there
And he descends the stairs, he doesn’t see
The sunburned landlord glares, for all the people
He can never be
And how dies it feel
To be on your own
With no direction or home
Just like a rolling stone
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
I’m staring at the ceiling
I can’t tear myself away
So busy doing nothing
And it’s gonna take all day
Contemplating space and time
Her body, and the fate of Brian Jones
Wondering 'bout the world outside
The psychedelic dungeon I call home
I can call home
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
Say what’s on your mind and spend a little time
Every gesture there has a meaning (meaning)
Party 'til the night before the morning light
You may feel your whole body screaming, ow, (ow) ow
(San Francisco), San Francisco
(San Francisco), City by the Bay, yeah
(San Francisco), he-he-he-he-hey
(You’ve got me), oh, you got me, ow, ow!
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
He’ll fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.