Words,
come to me so easily
that they make me forget what I mean.
They seem so very unsound
when I donīt want them around
Let your body decide where you want to go
Let your body decide where you want to go
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
I donīt know if Iīm ready
but everything must be unsteady on the first go-round
Thoughts,
-Is it right to feel this way?
-Will I be happy one day?
-Is my posture OK?
-Am I straight or gay?
Let your body decide where you want to go
Let your body decide where you want to go
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow.
I donīt know if Iīm ready
but everything must be unsteady on the first go-round
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I was born to start a
revolution
it would be my contribution
to a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
the joy of mens' desires
was laid in my hand
But I was born a weak and worried thinker
with an eagerness to know myself
that throws it all away
'Cause all I can think of is:
-Love
And saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just don't give a damn?
-How wonderful!
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man...What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?
- Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue
who thought he knew
why some mirrors crack so easily
- now, he ain't got a clue
And every now and then
it seems to me it's come to this
-that promises and prophecies
was all i had to give
'Cause all I can think of is:
Love...
Oh, Love...
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man...
Seems like a joy surrender
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Whatever happened to the
funky race?
A generation lost in pace
Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss
Let go of my hand and it will slip on the sand
If you don't give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude
And if you think I'm corny
then it will not make me sorry
It's your right to laugh at me
and in turn that's my oppurtunity
to feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
Oh, it's just a way to eclipse hate
It's just a way to put my back straight
Oh, it's just a way to remain sane
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot
stuck in my brain
It kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
and why is that?
'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange, to seem insane
to gain weight, to seem gay
I tell you this
That it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
(Oh, take it to the stage)
So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue
Do, do, do what you wanna do
Don't think twice, do what you have to do
Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide
what you have to do
That's all there is to find
'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool
(It takes a fool to remain sane)... |
Hey modern days, here we
come
But our feet are swollen and we got no place to stay
But we hope it would still be okay
'cos we brought champagne
and we thought that there must be sleeping bags
(in this very modern day)
But we're all very proud to be here today
The first of a thousand million modern days
'Cos it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
on the century's crime
Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
on the century's crime
Hey modern days, we're taken a-back
We're a flame and a-gog, aloof and inhaled
with a don-don briefcase, oh, wait for our call
And I therefore shall declare
that the stores shall be locked no more
(no more), no more, (no more)
Why shall men suffer, why shall there be freaks?
Why am I still rehearsing a song when I oughta sleep?
'Cos it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
on the century's crime
Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
on the century's crime
Oh, chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping it would carry me home
hoping it would carry me home
Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
on the century's crime
It's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
on the century's crime
...
Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction
Hoping someone [?] offering protection
Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction
Hoping someone [?] offering erection
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