Come on ev’rybody, I say now let’s play a game
I betcha I can make a rhyme out of anybody’s name
The first letter of the name
I treat it like it wasn’t there
But a “B” or an “F” or an “M” will appear
And then I say “Bo” add a “B” then I say the name
Then “Bo-na-na fanna” and “fo”
And then I say the name again with an "“f” very plain
Then “fee fi” and a “mo”
And then I say the name again with an “M” this time
And there isn’t any name that I can’t rhyme
Arnold! Arnold, Arnold bo-bar-nold
Bo-na-na, fanna fo-far-nold
Fee fi m-mar-mold. Arnold!
Fee, fie, foe, fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Be he 'live, or be he dead
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread
Why are we here? *
Because we’re here.*
Roll the bones.
Why does it happen? *
Because it happens.*
Roll the bones.
Won’t someone wake the dead in me?
Won’t someone shake the dust off me?
Give me water, give me bread
But don’t give me up for dead
We’re living like skeletons
I sneak in my own house
It’s four in the morning
I’ve had too much to drink
Said I was out with the boys
I creep in my bedroom, I slip into bed
I know if I wake her I’ll wake up dead
All I did was have a bit too much to drink
And I picked the wrong precinct
Got picked up by the law
And now I ain’t got time to think
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won’t be no time to explain
She thinks I’ve been with another woman
And that’s enough to send her half insane
I been running trying to get hung up in my mind
Got to give myself a good talking-to this time
Just need a little brain salad surgery
Got to cure my insecurity
I been in the wrong place but it must have been the right time
I been in the right place but it must have been the wrong song
I been in the right vein but it seems like the wrong arm
I been in the right world but it seems wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
[Google confirmed that the above is NOT, unbelievably, the ELP song. But this one is:]
Brain Salad Surgery
It will murder you, it murdered me
We made it for our enemy
Brain Salad Surgery
We’ve got a ballad
About a salad brain
With assurgence
In a dirty bit again
I’m Hannibal Lecter, son
Just in case you’re thinkin’ of savin’ face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save
By the time I’m through with this place
Welcoming the virgins fair, to live a noble life
In the castle known to all - the Count’s infernal wife
She invites the peasants with endless lavish foods
But, when evening spreads it wings, she rapes them of their blood
Countess Bathory - Countess Bathory
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
Put a stake through my heart
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you’re slaying the dreamer
Blame me, it’s me
Coward, a good for nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on the paper
Everyone considered him the coward of the county
He’d never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called him yellow,
Something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison;
I took care of Tommy, 'cause he was my brother’s son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy,
“Son my life is over, but yours has just begun”.
We’ve only just begun to live…
Tell me how it happened did it hurt did you cry?
Did you ever feel yourself falling out of the sky?
Did you ever lie awake and wonder why?
Did you ever fall asleep and dream that you died?
Now it’s time to slow things down
Because I told you life speeds up and up and up
Take It easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
Cogs in cogs wheel turning around,
The circle tuns around,
The changing voices calling
Circle turns around,
The changing voices.
Slow burning is the fire rising murmur breaks
The old circle, the wheel slowly turns around.
What goes up must come down
Spinnin’ wheel got to go ‘round
Talkin’ ‘bout your troubles it’s a cryin’ sin
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin’ wheel spin
Spinning in the daffodils
Dizzy from a dozen twirls