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Long ago and far away in a different age
When i was a dumb young guy
Fossilized photos of my life then
Illustrate what an easy prey i must have been
Standing in the sun, idiot savant
Something like a monument

I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

Ignorance has always been something i excel in
Followed by naivet
And pride
Doesn't take a scientist to see how
Any clever predator could have a piece of me
Standing in the sun, idiot savant
Something like a monument

I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

When i look back on the past
It's a wonder i'm not yet extinct
All the mistakes and bad judgments i made
Nearly pushed me to the brink
It doesn't pay to be too nice,
It's the one thing i have learned
Still i made my fossil bed
Now i toss and turn

I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

(belew/fetters/nyswonger)

Full color cover shot
Self magazine
Where the limos go
People start to scream
Shiny women on a yacht
These are things i ain't got

None of the above

Top ten well dressed men
Every hair in place
Author, skier, millionaire
Epitome of taste
Always willing, always hot,
All these things i am not

None of the above

I wish i was invisible,
Intelligent or pretty
But i'm none of the above

She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing
Or be a servant to a telephone ring
She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart

Here comes right now

She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular and singing in her underwear
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart

Here comes right now
Her wild and wise womanly introspectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart

Here comes right now

When will i ever grow up
When will today be enough
When will i learn to be here now?
It

My heart went out to her,
It won't return
She may be helpless
But she's radiant
Her eyes are clear and full
And what a pull
She doesn't need to speak,
She reaches me
On a wavelength

(belew/fetters)

Money to burn, i'm on fire
Danger danger, i'm hot-wired

I'm in the business of pleasure
A big demand for leisure
I'll have my drink at the pool
I'm nobody's fool

Roll me over, roll me the rojo
Life is tough, or so i'm told

I'm in the business of pleasure
A big demand for leisure

I'll have my drink at the pool
I'm nobody's fool

Nobody's fool, i'm on fire
Nobody's fool, i'm hot-wired

Frame by frame (suddenly)
Death by drowning (from within)
In your own analysis

Step by step (suddenly)
Doubt by numbers (from within)
In your own analysis

(belew/fetters/nyswonger)

I see you as a real live superboy
Wide-eyed at a world brand new
Can't wait to get your hands in the machinery
Make me think there's nothing you won't do
Welcome here, dear fearless superboy
Never bother with the training wheel
Off the sidewalk to the middle of the street
Look ma, no hands, no feet

You're on a roll, you can't relax
A solid gold prize in your crackerjacks

Fly little superboy

I know you are a bonafide superboy
Looking through me with those x-ray eyes
No problem at the bottom of the ocean
Blasting off for the open skies
Welcome here, dear fearless superboy
We hope it was a pleasant flight
Touching base on the blue-green face
Another trip at the speed of light

Be patient son, we know you're bored,
Living here amongst us dinosaurs

Shine little superboy

Here is the angel of the worlds' desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes
With cigarette coiled
To strike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire

Here is the sacred face of rendezvous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey
Like intellect in lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire

No, no, not me
Burn, i don't wanna burn

Look at the signs
Look at the symptoms
Look at the slight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my head
Well, what more can be said

Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But i
Give you everything i have
Take me as i am

Walking down the street, you stare at your feet
And never do you let your eyes meet the freaks,
The deadbeat addicts, social fanatics,
They're a dime a dozen and they carry guns
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the usa
Living in a cage in the usa
Holy smoke! somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the usa

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world has happened to the world
What in the world

Driving your mercedes you think you're safe
But there's no escape in a world of hateful
Criminal minds with guns and knives
Who say "give me your ride or give your life"
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the usa
Living in a cage in the usa
Holy smoke! somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the usa

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world has happened to the world
What in the world

One eye goes laughing
One eye goes crying
Through the trials and trying of one life
One hand is tied
One step gets behind
In one breath we're dying

I've been waiting for the sun to come up
Waiting for the showers to stop
Waiting for the penny to drop...one time
And i've been standing in a cloud of plans
Standing on the shifting sands
Hoping for an open hand
One time

I'm wheels, i am moving wheels
I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, i am moving wheels, moving wheels
I am a 1952 starlite coupe

En route
Les subterraneans
Des visions du cody
Sartori a paris

Strange spaghetti in this solemn city
There's a postcard we've all seen before
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands full of autographed napkins
We eat apples in vans with sandwiches
Rush into the lobby life
Of hurry up and wait hurry up and wait hurry up and wait
For the odd-shaped keys which lead
To new soap and envelopes

Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever phone call home
No sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep
And no mad video machine to eat time
A city scene i can't explain
The seine alone at 4 a.m.
The seine alone at 4 a.m.
The insane alone at 4 a.m.

Neal and jack and me,
Absent lovers,
Absent lovers

Close your eyes and look at me
I'll be standing by your side
In between the deep blue sea
And the sheltering sky
If we find no words to say
To the rhythm of the waves
Then we'll both surrender there,
Walking on air

And the worries of the day lie down
Under cover of the fading clouds
The secrets of the night come alive
In your eyes
You don't have to hurry
You don't have to try
Cause you don't have a care
You're walking on air

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street

"well, first of all, i couldn't see his face...he was holding a gun
Against me and...um....i was thinking this is a dangerous place
Well, this is a dangerous place"

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street

"i say i'm nervous as hell from this thing 'cause those guys were
Gonna kill me for sure...i mean they ganged up on me like that,
I couldn't believe it! look i'm still shaking. it's weird.
Go out on the streets like this...you can't...dangerous place,
It's a dangerous place"

"so suddenly these two guys appear in front of me...stop...real
Aggressive...start at me, ya know, "what...what's that, what's that
On that tape, whata you got there," i said, "it's a tape,"

"whata you talkin' into that for?" i said, "it's just a tape, 'ya know,
They said, "well play it for us," i said, "oh no!" i put them off
As long as i could and finally they turned it on, ya know, they
Grabbed it from me, took it away from me, turned it on and it says,

"he held a gun in his hand; this is a dangerous place," they said,
"what dangerous place, what gun-you a policeman!!"
The deeper i talked the worse i got into it. i talk-i told "em i said,
"look man, i'm not talk-," it went on forever, anyway, i finally
Unbuttoned my shirt an said, "look, look, i'm in this band here, ya know,
I'm in this band, ya know, and we're making a recording, ya know,
It's just about new york city, it's about crime in the streets;"
The explanation was goin' nowhere, but finally they just kinda let me go,
I don't know why...so i walk around the corner, i'm shakin' like a leaf
Now an' i thought this is a dangerous place once again, ya know...
Who should appear but two policemen..."

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet

"well this is a dangerous place...you know i could've been killed.
Ya know, what really scary is when these guys gather around you and...
The explanation that i had...i just, i just remember thinking
This is a dangerous place to live..."

"i do remember one thing...it took hours and hours,
And by the time i was done with it
I was so involved i didn't know what to think...
I carried it around with me for days and days,
Playing little games,
Like not looking at it for a whole day and then...
Looking at it to see if i still liked it...
I did!"

"i repeat myself when under stress i repeat myself when under stress
I repeat myself when under stress i repeat...
The more i look at it, the more i like it
I do think it's good
The fact is, no matter how closely i study it,
No matter how i take it apart,
No matter how i break it down
It remains consistent...
I wish you were here to see it!"

"i like it!"
"i like it!"

She is susceptible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three of a perfect pair

He has his contradicting views
She has her cyclothymic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a perfect pair

One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendencies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggravated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess

What happened to the sweet love you and me had
Where did all of that stuff start to go so bad
What happened to the sweet love you and me had
Where did all of that stuff start to go so bad
Out of control
Walking on the edge of my soul
Bad, out of control
The best laid plans never get laid
The best laid plans
Never get laid

I wish i had an angel
To tell me what i should do
With all these troubles
Stuck on me like superglue
Angel, my spirit's so tired
Oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah

I wish i had an atlas
To show me where to go
To rid my self of these
Emotional clothes i've outgrown
Oh, my spirit's so tired
Angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah

But if i had an old fat cadillac
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
I'd never drive my old fat cadillac
Where is there to go to get away?

"so, mr. president, what should you and i
Propose to say...about this fallout business,
Raining all over our parade.
Maybe you should sit up front and i'll sit here in the back
And we can both admire my old fat cadillac.
Look at that dash!
Look at that amazing upholstery, yes!
Think of the plans,
Think of what a man can build with his hands...
And maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes...
And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat...
And maybe mr. president,
You could fix a big martini.
Maybe you should fix a big martini, yeah".

But if i had an old fat cadillac
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
I'd never drive my old fat cadillac
Where is there to go to get away?