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Out on the fast and free way,
Humming along through a build-up ad-man's dream.
Steaking past in a cloud of spray
Goes the high-performance motor queen.
And she looks round at me
Reflecting neon in her motoreyes.
And now the chase is on.
I know who'll be the loser --- me.

See the end curve coming, then we're
Back on the street through the late theater crowds.
And the stop lights go and we're cruising side by side
Still humming loud.
And she looks round again ---
Her motoreyes going to tell me when.
Put her right foot to the floor.
Shows me she's no slow woman.

She takes her cafe noir, smokes small cigars
Showing just a touch of thigh (sigh!).
And sips her whisky straight, and she stays up late
To kiss the morning bye-bye.

Now we're out of town, going to shake her down
If i can stay along.
Got my blue light on, put her in the net
With my siren song.
Pulls over to the side ---
Her motoreyes are staring wide.
She flashes her i.d.
And makes a bigger fool of me.

I have to call you up. think i've seen a vision of rhythm in gold.
No cat could ever move that way. no puss would dare to be so bold.
Must tell the boys to follow you.
Catch you where you go to ground.
A lady of means, i can see. rhythm in gold is getting to me.
What's your name, and where can i find you?

Are you just a rich man's friend,
Or was it always in the family?
You seem to throw the challenge down,
By the way you didn't even look at me.
Put the boys on you. immobilize your nine-eleven.

There's nothing i could do for you that would really matter much anyway.
You belong to everyone. rhythm in gold's the number that you play.
Put the boys on you. sabotage your nine-eleven.

Lick your i'll see you at the weighing in
When your life's sum-total's made.
And you set your wealth in godly deeds
Against the sins you've laid.
So place your final burden
On your hard-pressed next of kin:
Send the chamber pot back down the line
To be filled up again.
Take your mind off your election
And try to get it straight.
And don't pretend perfection ---
You'll be crucified too late.
And he'll say you really should make the deal
As he offers round the hat.
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean, i thank you all for that.
And as you join the good ship earth
And you mingle with the dust
Be sure to leave your underpants
With someone you can trust.
And the hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in blood
Will welcome you with arms held high
And cover you with mud.
And he'll say you really should make the deal
As he offers round the hat.
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean, i thank you all for that.

Rise up all you fine young ladies and take arms for the show.
Oh, we'll put your name up in lights,
Put you down on glory row.
Would you be the star of ages
To light your own way at night?
Might be a former beauty queen with your high smile stuck on so tightly.
They come and they go down on glory row.
It's the same old story --- yes, it the same old show.

Well, hello all you gentlemen, i fear i'm a lot like you.
We're wearing the same school tie but a different pair of shoes.
How did you get to be who you are?
Will your children share the blame?
Is it really worth the time it takes
To carve your name on glory row?

Down on glory row.
It's the same old story --- yes, it the same old show.

I remember when we had a lot of things to do ---
Impressed by all the words we read
And the heroes that we knew.
Climb on your your dream --- a dream of our own making
To find a place that we could later lose
To whatever time would bring.

We were seventeen and the cakeman was affecting you ---
Moving you to greater things (in a lesser way)
You had to prove.
The clock struck summertime. you were going round in circles now.
Wishing you were seventeen. at twenty-one, it was a long time gone.
And now here you are. you're locked in your own excuse.
The circle's getting smaller every day.
You're busy planning the next fifty years.
So stay the way you are and keep your head down to the same old ground.
Just paint your picture boy until you find
A closed circle's better than an open line.

Yes stay the way you are. i got a circle that's the same as yours.
It may be bigger, but i've more to lose.
Who is the luckier man --- me or you?

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Good morning, gentlemen. why the uneasy frowns?
Too much everything and i can't recall. did i let you down?
Nobody will answer me. makes me feel that i want to die.
My mind is inclined to lie.
Oh, no --- think i did it last night again.
Oh, no --- been out on the overhang again.

My hotel room was a battleground.
How did i find my way?
My wallet's gone and my jacket's torn.
My memory's a hazy grey.
Do i seem to remember now, two creatures about eight feet tall?
No safety net to break my fall.
Oh, no --- must have done it last night again.
Oh, no --- crawled out on the overhang again.
Been out on the overhang.

Watching demons and spirits glide.
Heading out to the nearest star.
Better lead me back to the bar.
Oh, no --- might do it tonight again.
Oh, no --- crawled out on the overhang again.
Been out on the overhang.
Crawling out on the overhang.
Out of the overhang.

Have you ever stood in the april wood
And called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly
As the dead leaves spin?
There's a snap in the grass behind your feet
And a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck ---
It's just the old gods getting older.
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and
The red cloud hanging high ---
Come --- a beltane.

Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot
From soft lips in the rain ---
Come --- a beltane.

Happy old new year to you and yours.
The sun's up for one more day, to be sure.
Play it out gladly, for your card's marked again.

Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned
In far-off wild country.
And felt the chill on your window sill
As the green man comes around.
With his walking cane of sweet hazel --- brings it crashing down.
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites.
Well, it's just your groaning pains.
Come --- a beltane.

There was a warm wind with the high tide
On the south of the hill.
When a young girl went a-walking
And i followed with a will.
``good day to you, my fine young lady
With your lips so sweetly full.
May i help you comb your long hair ---
Sweep it from that brow so cool?''

Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Well i'm a man when i'm feeling
The urge to step ashore.
So i may charm you --- not alarm you.
Tell you all fine things, and more.
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Say goodbye to all your dear kin ---
For they hate to see you go
In your young prime, to this place of mine
In the still loch far below.
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way.
Why can't they be like they used to be only yesterday.
Ooh --- bring back my sunshine day.

I look at things that once were mine with such despair.
Why do the things i say only fall on empty air?
Ooh --- bring back my sunshine day.
My mind cries: bring back my sunshine day.

I say the things i used to say, but they don't seem right.
Why does this world seem like the darkest endless night?
Ooh --- bring back my sunshine day.
Bring back my sunshine day.

When we're working nights, the village round
The old church becomes scary town.
All curtained windows and bolted doors
But never a eye to see
As us fairy folks sweep from the hill
Never caught us and never will.
Pulling roses and daffodils ---
Mayhem in the high degree.

The blacksmith chased us all to ground.
They searched all night --- we were never found.
The tinker boys and the sheriff's men
Shaking the tallest tree.
And we sat and watched the women hide.
Laughed so much we split our sides.
Scattered horses that they would ride ---
Mayhem in the high degree.

We crossed through fields of midnight green
Often heard but seldom seen.
Tore along hedges,stripping leaves ---
No-one could quite agree
Whether we came from north or south.
We stole the screams from out their mouths
And go where no man would allow
Mayhem in the high degree.

Like scaly carp and feathered swan
To nature's world we do belong.
We ride the thin winds of the night
And set dark spirits free.
We terrify the mare and foal.
The fox stood still and far too bold.
So we strung him up, brush neatly folded ---
Mayhem, maybe.

The bomb's in the china. the fat's in the fire.
There's no turkey left on the table.
The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer
Brings no bale of hay for the stable.
Well, the light, it is failing along the green belt
As we follow the hard road signs.
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness ---
We're living in these hard times.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven --- oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
A pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.

The politicians sat on the wall
And traded with the union game.
Someone slapped a writ on our deficit ---
Not a penny left to our name.
Oh, the times are hard and the credits lean,
And they toss and they turn in sleep.
And the line they take is the line they make ---
But it's not the line they keep.

The cow jumped over yesterday's moon
And the lock ran away with the key.
You know what you like, and you like what you know
But there is no jam for tea.
Well the light it is failing along the green belt
As we follow the hard road signs.
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness ---
We're living in these hard times.

I said they call it stormy monday
But i said [...]
I said they call it stormy monday
[...]
Wednesday's full of sorrow,
I said that thursday's oh-so, it's oh-so-sad. it's oh-so-sad.

I said lord, lord, why don't you have mercy,
You gotta have mercy on me.

I been trying to find my woman,
Won't you bring her home to me?

I said they call it stormy monday.

Through northern lights on back streets ---
I told the coachman, ``just drive me on,
It's the same old destination
But a different world to sing upon.''
So he threw back his head and he counted.
I jumped out about five to nine.
And i waved at the stage door-keeper ---
Said, ``mister, get me to the stage on time.''

Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So i slipped behind a rainbow
And waited till the show had done.

I packed my ammunition.
Inside the crowd was shouting, ``encore'',
But i had a most funny feeling ---
It wasn't me they were shouting for.
So when the tall dark lady smiled at me
I said, ``oh, baby let us go for a ride.''
And we came upon two drinks or four
And popped them oh so neatly inside.

Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind a rainbow
And lay there until we had done.

Let me pack you deep in my suitcase.
Oh, there's sure to be room for two ---
Or you can drive me to the airplane
But don't let me catch those rainbow blues.

I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
Don't miss my point of view, without lookin'you won't see.
You 'bout to believe it now: you can be happy everyday.
Don't believe a little word now, you can be happy everyday.
The merry time you'll ever have, you wear it down in everyway.
I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
Don't need to wear this thing out, you wear it down in everyway.

There's a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poison's rising. i'm up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that i might do.

My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut

Everybody's jumping on the circus train.
Some jump high, some jump off again.
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.
All truths to light, all crosses nailed.
Aiming high where the eagle circles ---
Where he keeps his tail feathers clean.
And wonders ``am i still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine.''

They hitch their coverd wagons and they roll out west.
Politics in the pockets of their sunday best.
Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth.
Oh, they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.

Still, that old bald eagle circles ---
It's not the first time that he's seen
His reflection in the eyes of innocence.
He's become just another
Part of the machine.

I wish i had an eagle like you ---
To look up to.
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Up above the whole machine.

Smart guys aren't running --- they're home and dry.
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies.
They wouldn't take that job
Offered on a plate.
They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait.
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
Till the truth creeps up unseen.
They see themselves in the faces of their children
And realize they too are
Part of the machine.

I wish i had an eagle like you ---
To wake up to.
He could be my wings to fly
In a big bird sky, hey ---
Let's be part of the machine.
Part of the machine.

I am your neighbor. i seem most respectable,
But underneath i'm an iniquitous toad.
So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you ---
Down at the end of your road.
And i live down the end of your road.

I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise ---
From your striped lawn and your new swimming pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums ---
Sabotage your gardening tools.
And i live down the end of your road.

By day i am a real estate gentleman.
I deal in fine properties --- cheap at the price.
After dark, i plan my most devious practices
Which you might think are not very nice.

Designing a system to reverse your plumbing ---
Welling up, as you sit on your private throne.
Will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties
You would rather not have in your home.
And i live down the end of your road.

Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room,
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail.
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
And your houses will soon be for sale.
And i live down the end of your road.

I live down the end of your road.

I could he sitting on the left of you.
You'd be looking straight ahead.
If i was adrift right across from you,
You still would cut me dead.
I've had better deep discussions
With this plate of soft-shelled crab.

I'd put some spice in your rice.
You'd give me blues in the stew.
I'd give you catfish jumping.
You'd give me all this work to do.
Who's got the cheque on this hot dinner?
Who's got the tabs on the crab?

Another night in the wilderness:
Should have been a night on the town.
Lesson in learning how to hold a conversation down.
I'm in splendid isolation, feel that heavy silence fall.
Got all this cut out for me to do.
Another night in the wilderness of you.

Here i am drinking you with my eyes.
You're looking at the gravy on my bib.
I go weak-kneed at the suggestion of you.
What's wrong with the cut of my jib?
Is there a lobster in the offing, or just a fifty dollar cheque?