Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

I still don't know what I was waiting for

 And my time was running wild

 A million dead end streets

Every time I thought I'd got it made

 It seemed the taste was not so sweet

 So I turned myself to face me

 But I've never caught a glimpse

 Of how the others must see the faker

 I'm much too fast to take the test

Chorus

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange

 Ch-ch-changes

Don't want to be a richer man

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange

 Ch-ch-changes

It's gonna have to be a different man

Time may change me but I can't trace time

I watched the ripples change there size

 But never leave the stream of warm impermanence

 And so the days float thru my eyes

 But still the days seem the same

 And these children that you spit on

 As they try to change their worlds

 Are immune to your consultations

They're quite aware of what they're going thru

Chorus 2

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange

 Ch-ch-changes

Don't tell us to grow up and out of it

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange

 Ch-ch-changes

Where's your shame you've left us up to our necks in it

Time may change me but I can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinate me

 Oh changes are taking the pace I'm going thru

Chorus 3

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange

 Ch-ch-changes

Don't want to be a richer man

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange

 Ch-ch-changes

Pretty soon now your gonna get older

Time may change me but I can't trace time

 I said that time may change me but I can't trace time

Outro

OH! YOU PRETTY THINGS

Intro

Wake up you sleepy head

Put on some clothes shake off your bed

Put another log on the fire for me

I've made some breakfast and coffee

Look out my window, what do I see

 A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me

 All the nightmares came today

 And it looks as though they're here to stay

What are we coming to

No room for me no fun for you

I think about a world to come

 Where the books were found by the Golden Ones

Written in pain written in awe

 By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for

 All the strangers came today

 And it looks as though they're here to stay

Chorus 1

Oh you pretty things

 Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane?

Oh you pretty things

 Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane?

 Let me make it plain

Gotta make way for the homo superior

 Look out at your children

See their faces in golden rays

Don't kid yourself they belong to you

They're the start of the coming race

The earth is a bitch

We've finished our news

Homo sapiens have outgrown their use

 All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay

Chorus 2

Outro

8 LINE POEM

Intro

Tactful cactus by your window

Survey the prairie of your room

Mobile spins to its collision

Clara puts her head between her paws

They've opened shops down on the westside

Will all the cacti find a home?

But the key to the city

 Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky Oh...oh

Outro

LIFE ON MARS?

It's a God awful small affair

 To the girl with the mousy hair

But her mummy is yelling no

And her daddy has told her to go

 But her friend is nowhere to be seen

 Now she walks through her sunken dream

To the seat with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen

But the fil[Ab#5]m is a saddening bore

For she's lived it ten times or more

She could spit in the eyes of fools

As they ask her to focus on

Chorus 1

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Oh man look at those cavemen go

It's the freakiest show

Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy

Oh man wonder if he'll ever know

He's in the best selling show

Is there life on mars?

Solo chords

It's on Americas tortured brow

 That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow

 Now the workers have struck for fame

 Cos Lennon's on sale again

See the mice in their million hoards

 From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads

 Rule Brittannia is out of bounds

 To my mother my dog and clowns

But the fil[Ab#5]m is a saddening bore

Cause I wrote it ten times or more

It's about to be writ again

As they ask her to focus on

Chorus 2

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Oh man look at those cavemen go

It's the freakiest show

Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy

Oh man wonder if he'll ever know

He's in the best selling show

Is there life on mars?

Outro

KOOKS

Intro

Chorus 1

Will you stay in our lovers story?

If you stay you won't be sorry

 Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow so take a chance

 With a couple of Kooks hung up on romancing

CHORUS 2 + INTRO

 We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry

 And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry

I bought you a pair of shoes

 A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules

 On what to say to people when they pick on you

Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kookie too

CHORUS 3 + INTRO

And if you ever have to go to school

Remember how they messed up this old fool

Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads

 Cause i'm not much cop at punching other peoples dads

And if the homework brings you down

Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car down town

Chorus 4

Will you stay in our lovers story?

If you stay you won't be sorry

 Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow so take a chance

 With a couple of Kooks hung up on romancing

QUICKSAND

Intro

 I'm closer to the golden dawn

 Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery

 I'm living in a silent film

 Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality

 I'm frightened by the total goal

Drawing to the ragged hole

 And I ain't got the power any more

 no I ain't got the power any more

 I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes

 Living proof of Churchills lies I'm destiny

 I'm torn between the light and dark

 Where others see their target divine symmetry

Should I kiss the vipers fang

 Or herald loud the death of man?

 I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts

 And I ain't got the power any more

Chorus 1

Don't believe in yourself

 Don't deceive with belief

 Knowledge comes with deaths release

 Ah ah ah ah

 Ah ah ah ah ah

 I'm not a prophet or a stoneage man

 Just a mortal with potential of a superman I'm living on

 I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien

 Can't take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith

 If I don't explain what you ought to know

 You can tell me all about it in the next bardot

 I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts

 And I ain't got the power any more

CHORUS 2 and 3

Chorus 4

No vocals

FILL YOUR HEART

Intro

Fill your heart with love today

 Don't play the game of time

Things that happen in the past

 Only happened in your mind

 Only in your mind

oh forget your mind and you'll be free yeah

Chorus 1

 The writings on the wall free yeah

 And you can know it all if you choose

Just remember lovers never lose

Cause they are free of thoughts

Unpure and of thoughts unkind

Gentleness cleans the soul

Love cleans the mind and makes it free

Solo

Happiness is happening

 The dragons have been bled

Gentleness is everywhere

 Fears just in your head

 Only in your head fear is in your head

 Only in your head so forget your head

 And you'll be free yeah

Chorus 2

Solo

Outro

Free, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah

Free, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah

Free, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah

Free, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah

Free, yeah

ANDY WARHOL

CHORDS: EADGBE

Intro

Like to take a cement fix

 Be a standing cinema

 Dress my friends up just for show

See Them as they really are

Put a peep hole in my brain

 Two new pence to have a go

 I'd like to be a gallery

Put you all inside my show

Chorus 1

Andy Warhol looks a scream

Hang him on my wall

Andy Warhol silver screen

 Can't tell them apart at all

Intro

Andy walking Andy tired Andy take a little snooze

 Tie him up when he's fast asleep

Send him on a pleasant cruise

When you wake up on the sea

 Be sure to think of me and you

 He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue

What a jolly boring thing to do

CHORUS 2 + 3

Outro

SONG FOR BOB DYLAN

Intro

 Ah hear this Robert Zimmerman

 I wrote a song for you

 About a strange young man called Dylan

 With a voice like sand and glue

 Some words had truthful vengeance

 That could pin us to the floor

Brought a few more people on

 And put the fear in a whole lot more

Chorus 1

 Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again

That same old painted lady

 From the brow of the superbrain

 She'll scratch this world to pieces

 As she comes on like a friend

 But a couple of songs from your old scrap book

 Could send her home again

 You gave your heart to every bedsit room

 At least a picture on the wall

 And you sat behind a million pair of eyes

 And told them how they saw

Then we lost your train of thought

 Your paintings are all your own

 While troubles are rising

 We'd rather be scared together than alone

Chorus 2

Solo

 Now hear this Robert Zimmerman

 Though I don't suppose we'll meet

Ask your good friend Dylan

 If he'd gaze a while down the old street

Tell him we've lost his poems

 So we're writing on the walls

Give us back our unity

Give us back our family

 You're every nations refugee

 Don't leave us with our sanity

Chorus 3

 Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again

That same old painted lady

 From the brow of the superbrain

 She'll scratch this world to pieces

 As she comes on like a friend

 But a couple of songs from your old scrap book

 Could send her home again

 Oh a couple of songs from your old scrap book

 Could send her home again

 Oh here she comes

 Ooh here she comes

 And here she comes

Outro solo

QUEEN BITCH

Intro

 I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below

 He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo

 Oh, My heart's in the basement my weekend's at an all time low

 'Cause she's hoping to score so I can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart walk out of her mind, Oh not her

Chorus 1

 She's so swishy in her satin and tat in her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

 Oh God I could do better than that

 She's an old time ambassador of sweet talking night walking games

 Oh, and she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames

 If she says she can do it she can do it she don't make false claims

 For she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains

 Now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down

 Yeah she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down

 But it could have been me yes it could have been me

 Why did'nt I say why did'nt I say, No, no, no

Chorus 2

 So I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall

 Oh the cot is so cold it don't feel like no bed at all

 Yeah, I lay down a while and look at my hotel wall

 And he's down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall

 And I'm phoning a cab cause my stomach feels small

 There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all

 It could have been and yes it could have been me

 Why did'nt I say why did'nt I say, No, no, no

Chorus 3

Outro

THE BEWLAY BROTHERS

Intro

  ...With lead guitar

 And so the story goes they wore the clothes

 They said the things to make it seem improbable

 The whale of a lie like they hope it was

 And the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wallow

 And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn

 And how they bought their positions of saccharin and trust

 And the world was asleep to our latent fuss

Sighing the swirl through the streets like the crust of the sun

 The Bewlay Brothers

 In our wings that bark flashing teeth of brass

 Standing tall in the dark

Oh and we were gone

 Hanging out with your dwarf men we were so turned on

 By your lack of conclusions

Break 1

 Well, I was stone and he was wax so he could scream and still relax unbelievable

And we frightened the small children away

 And our talk was old and dust would flow through our veins and lo it was midnight

Back o' the kitchen door like the grim face on the cathedral floor

And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today

And it was stalking time for the moonboys the Bewlay Brothers

 With our backs on the arch in the Devil may be here

 But he can't sing about that

Oh and we were gone

 Real cool traders we were so turned on you thought we were fakers

Break 2

 And now that dress is hung the ticket pawned the factor Max that proved the fact

 Is melted down and woven on the edging of my pillow

 Now my brother lays upon the rocks he could be dead he could be not

 He could be you he's chameleon, comedian, corinthian and caricature

Shooting up pie in the sky the Bewlay Brothers

 In the feeble and the bad the Bewlay Brothers

 In the blessed and cold in the crutch hungry dark

 Was where we flayed our mark

Oh we were gone

 Kings of oblivion we were so turned on in the mind warp pavillion

Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy

 Leave my shoes and door unlocked I might just slip away, hey

 Just for the day, hey, hey, please come away, hey

 Just for the day, hey, please come away, hey

 Please come away, just for the day

 Please come away, please come away

 Please come away, please come away

 Away, away

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