What a feeling!
Bein’s believin’!
I can have it all,
Now I’m dancing for my life…
I believe in miracles
Where you from
You sexy thing, sexy thing you
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing
Wait a minute!
Shake your arm, then use your form
Stay on the scene like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling sure as you’re born
Get it together, right on, right on
I’ve got the frequency to turn you on
I’ve got the frequency to turn you on
Superconductor, keep it goin
I’ve got the frequency to turn you on
Hey there, tin smiles
I’ve been loading down your files
Moving up your dials
and I think I know what’s goin’ on
I am programmed
Clicky-click at your Command
Shift for a man with the heart of an automaton
Automaton – hey!
“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
Says here
Bells will ring in every steeple
Come and get your test
On the movie screen
Come you free and
You equal people
Come and get your beer
And your Benzedrines
Here’s to parties we tossed
To the games that we lost
(We shall claim that we won them some day)
To the girls young and sweet
To the spacious back seat
Of our roommate’s beat up Chevrolet
To the beer and benzedrine
To the way that the dean
Tried so hard to be pals with us all
To excuses we fibbed
To the papers we cribbed
From the genius who lived down the hall
Schools out for summer
Schools out forever
Schools been blow to pieces
I was smoking with the boys upstairs when I
Heard about the whole affair, I said oh no
William and Mary won’t do
Well, I did not think the girl
Could be so cruel
And I’m never going back
To my old school
Oh, Teacher don’t you fill me up with your rules,
Everybody knows, that
Smokin’ ain’t allowed at school
My teachers all gave up on me
No matter what they say, I disagree
And when I need something to soothe my soul
I listen to too much rock ‘n’ roll
Don’t want no class reunion
The circus just left town
Why behave in public
If you’re living on a playground?
Remember the days of the old schoolyard
We used to laugh a lot, oh don’t you
Remember the days of the old schoolyard
When we had imaginings and we had
All kinds of things and we laughed
And needed love…yes, I do
Oh and I remember you
The room darkens,
then darkens further with the approach
of yet another storm cell from the west
with its columns and plaits, the tall ghostly chambers of of space between-
une fraction intense de meteore pur …-
willow, sage Sung green, a hint perhaps of Veronese;
now darkening further still …
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
You’ve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because I’ve lost my love?
until sufficiently dark, as if at the beginning of a show,
and with the sound of it the only sound.
At which point, and not before,
might one begin to detect his outline in the rain,
like an image hidden in a picture puzzle,
slipping about, darting like a pike,
over the hoods and under the chassis of parked cars, …
I used to be chicken hearted;
cry when he’d walk out the door,
'cause I was just young and stupid.
Ha! Ain’t like that no more.
'Cause I had a hard way to go,
but I learned the score.
And I’m here to tell you,
and I should know,
one monkey don’t stop no show.
One monkey don’t stop no show.
Let him do anything he choose.
There’s a million men who can fill his shoes.
The man in the street
Draggin’ his feet
Don’t want to hear the bad news
Imagine your face
There is his place
Standing inside his brown shoes
You do his nine to five
Drag yourself home half alive
And there on the screen
A man with a dream
That’s what dreams are made of.
So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me
Let us now praise famous men,
and our fathers in their generations.
The Lord apportioned to them great glory,
his majesty from the beginning.
There were those who ruled in their kingdoms,
and were men renowned for their power,
giving counsel by their understanding,
and proclaiming prophecies;
leaders of the people in their deliberations
and in understanding of learning for the people,
wise in their words of instruction;
those who composed musical tunes,
and set forth verses in writing;
rich men furnished with resources,
living peaceably in their habitations—
all these were honored in their generations,
and were the glory of their times.
There are some of them who have left a name,
so that men declare their praise.
And there are some who have no memorial,
who have perished as though they had not lived;
they have become as though they had not been born,
and so have their children after them.