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: (Bowie/Pop) I've seen the city I took the next flight For Borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others
: I've seen the city i took the next flight for borneo they say it's pretty i like the tee shirts in borneo some wear bob marley others in playboy or
: Horizon; the sky is grey. And you will reap a whirlwind. Flutter bird or else you're dead. You will reap a whirlwind. The poet is dead, the visionary
: Permanently fixed is your eye on my brow, that's raised in protest of your latest cry of foul, that bounces like a siren off the windows and the
: Talking to God Hearing what he wants He moves in violence I stand in silence Who can question You, who can fathom You? In your presence, who can stand
: May Day Cut down to size again What then When less is more my friend I'll change Let me start again Disguise It's too weird to explain Why I'll Always
Did you think you life would turn and change, girl? Did you think it just could stay the same, girl? Did you find You just got caught in a whirl Caught
To clutch at life, as in a dream, To cling to the bubbles in it, As the man, the straw, the stream, Are eddies of the infinite. Artificial desperation
Yes, ah ha, I like the rhyme-the rhyme-the rhymes All of us are born with a miraculous ability To determine the direction From which sounds approach us
Kor-Avul-Thaa... finest jewel in a crown of a realm of sublime glory, greatest city in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world... Its splendid walls
Instrumental
(Disillusioned) Fantasy&dream Have been Forged together To reign supreme In realms unseen- Imagination Brought alive Inside my mind Into never... Nowhere
every city got an artery where the blood breaks down an avenue or a boulevard and a boy who wears a crown indigant live styles mplies simply lack of
A whirlwind came into my life and he tried to rescue me Will you come, will you go, will you tell seriously Twisting burning, my thoughts turning, back
Your tranquil eyes follow shady lines Roaming through broken hearts and shattered morals Your aeroplane falling from the sky Devastating trust in you
Captain beefheart (vocals) Bobby zappa (rhythm guitar) Frank zappa (lead guitar) Well, I'm lost in a whirlpool Yeah, baby, my head is goin' round Well
