Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Turn on the TV, shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding tonight
'Cause I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted dead or alive
'Cause I’m a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I’m wanted dead or alive
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi’s dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Undead undead undead
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.
Can you see me I’m floating in the air
Can you wake me I’m crying
I can see you, you’re lying next to me
I can’t wake you, I’m trying
Astral Projection can get me out of here
Astral Projection ahahahahahahah, ahahahahahahah
Now I’m lying here with Linda on my mind
And next to me, my soon-to-be the one I left behind.
And Lord it’s killing me to see her crying –
She knows I’m lying here beside her with Linda on my mind.
Charm assault
Get out of my brain
You can leave but
The truth will always remain
Your charm assault
Has scarred the world
It looks so ugly
As your lies begin to unfurl
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
The check’s in the mail, hey! You’re beautiful
Don’t ever change you know what I mean
My girl will call your girl we’ll talk, we’ll do lunch
Or leave a message on my machine
So baby won’t you sign on the dotted line
I’m gonna make your dreams come true
The check’s in the mail, would I lie to you?
I run into those wild places
And I feel so alive.
Elemental light, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Elemental light, she’s beautiful, she’s beautiful
Elemental light, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Elemental light, she’s beautiful, she’s beautiful
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee,
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away!
Good thing buddha david answered the Prof’s post, because the first thing I thought of was a rather uncouth song by David Allen Coe…
There’s a kind of hush all over the world tonight
All over the world you can hear the sounds of lovers in love
You know what I mean
I heard a sound
I turned around
Turned around to find the thing that made the sound
I hear music but there’s no one there
Behind the curtains silhouettes are disembodied
Dancing in the frame (frame frame frame)
And with all the conversations over
The quiet freezes like they never came (came came came)
Pull me up from deep inside this pillow
Feathers soft I lay my head in sorrow
There’s caverns dark and then there’s eyes that stare
And I hear fingers snapping but there’s no one there
A message to the forces
I’ve no pity don’t know how thankful to feel
Expectations of my daily bread
Gives me the hunger to steal
You want the good life, you break your back
You snap your fingers, you snap your neck
And if you can’t drive with a broken back
At least you can polish the fender
I told a girl that my prospects were good
And she said baby, it’s understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Can’t see the lights or the blue orange signs
Can’t see the road or the long white lines
Feeling the ground through the pedals on the floor
Feeling death pounding at the door
Windows all open, there’s chaos in my hair
Driving me round and leaving me there
Cover my eyes and we’ll die driving blind
Cover my trail and we’ll leave this life behind
Drive blind
Ever since I was a young boy
I’ve played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball!