I can turn the most ordinary man in the world into a star.
I’m a starmaker,
Yes, I’m gonna make you a star
No matter how dull or simple you are
Everybody’s a star.
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth it was worth all the while
It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life
It wasn’t out of cruelty
I said goodbye today
But the pictures were turning yellow
I helped them on their way
The wind picks up the pieces
Blows them all around
Breathe in the smoke,then breathe it out
I tore out all the pages one by one
Put them in the fire
Light shines almost brighter than before
One more time one more time
Heard some of the rumors told
A taste of one’s wealth
Did Victoria wound his soul?
Did she bid him farewell?
One last time, we’ll lay down today
One last time, until we fade away
Why don’t you all f-fade away (talkin’ ‘bout my generation)
Don’t try to dig what we all s-s-s-say (talkin’ 'bout my generation)
I’m not trying to ‘cause a big s-s-sensation (talkin’ ‘bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ‘bout my g-g-g-generation (talkin’ 'bout my generation)
My generation
This is my generation, baby
'Cause we’re the young generation,
And we’ve got something to say.
I’ve got nothing to say
My lips are sealed
Say something once
Why say it again?
Thanks for the times that you’ve given me
The memories are all in my mind
And now that we’ve come to the end of our rainbow
There’s something I must say out loud
You’re once
Twice
Three times a lady
And I love you
Well, it’s one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready now go, cat, go
But don’t you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes
Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to pleasure
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
To earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he’s dead
Ah, girl, girl, girl
Girl
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I can’t sleep at night
When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo’d by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire – the bedclothes conspire of usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles – you feel like mixed pickles – so terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you’re hot, and you’re cross, and you tumble and toss till there’s nothing ‘twixt you and the ticking.
Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at its usual angle!
Look up on the wall, there on the floor
Under the pillow, behind the door
There’s a crack in the mirror
Somewhere, there’s a hole in a window-pane
Do you think I’m to blame?
Tell me, do you think I’m to blame?
Beware of The Blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of The Blob
It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea
But one little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me
You’re the cream in my coffee
You’re the salt in my stew
You will always be my necessity
I’d be lost without you
Last exit for the lost
Closer
Closer
And we’re getting closer
For the lost
And we’re getting close now
Forever lost
This could be my last regress, precious to the lost
I’m your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m getting closer to my home …
I’m getting closer to my home …
I’m getting closer to my home …
I’m getting closer to my home …
Ohhhh …
I’m getting closer to my home …
I’m getting closer to my home …
I’m getting closer to my home …
I’m getting closer to my home …
Though I’ve lost quite a lot
I am still in control
They can keep what they’ve got
But they can’t have my soul
And if I don’t have this all worked out
Still I’m getting closer, getting closer
I still have far to go no doubt
But I’m getting closer, getting closer