It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons
Toothy grills and car parts before me...the acid rain floods my
Floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstry.. once I was
Worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
Angry bay...
I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride
My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue... my body
Unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal
Relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway...
Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues
Pulled myself outta bed … yeah
Put on my walkin' shoes
Went up on the mountain
To see what I could see
The whole world was fallin' … right down in front of me
'Cause I’ve a hunger … for dreams I'll never see
Yeah baby
Ohh-ahhh, help me baby … ohhh … or this will surely be … the end of me, yeah
Pull myself together … put on a new face
Climb down off the hilltop, baby
Get back in the race
Ohhh … 'cause I’ve a hunger … for dreams I'll never see
Yeah baby … yeah huh
Ahhh … help me baby … ohhh … or this will surely be … the end of me, yeah
Pull myself together … put on a new face
Climb down off the hilltop, baby
Get back in the race
'Cause I’ve a hunger … for dreams I'll never see
Yeah baby … ohhhahhh
Ahhh … help me baby … ohhh … or this will surely be … the end of me, yeah
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust,
An October's day, towards evening,
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough,
Salt on a deep chest seasoning.
Last of the line at an honest day's toil,
Turning the deep sod under,
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone,
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating.
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.
Heavy Horses, move the land under me.
Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free.
Now you're down to the few
And there's no work to do:
The tractor's on its way".
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
Behind the young trees growing.
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
And your eighteen hands at the shoulder.
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing.
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing.
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn.
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horseman's cry.
At once the old hands quicken,
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb,
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.
THE BEATLES
Album_Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We were talking-about the space between us all
And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
Try to realize it's all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
And life flows ON within you and without you.
We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul-
They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,
Is waiting there-
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
The Electric Prunes
Album: I Had Too Much To Dream (Last Night)_1967
Here I go (higher, higher)
Here I go (higher, higher)
Here I go, go, go, go, go!!!
You gotta get me to the world on time
You gotta get me to the world on time
The minute you walk in the room
I break into a sweat
My hands begin to shake so bad
I can't light my cigarrette
Then you start walkin' towards me
And my cool comes all undone
If I could get my feet to move
I'd turn around and run
My pulse is beatin' faster
And I'm headin' for disaster
Here I go (higher, higher)
Here I go (higher, higher)
Here I go!!!
Get me to the world on time
You gotta get me to the world on time
One kiss from you
And my whole body starts to actin' strange
You shake up all my hormones,
You put me through a change
This chemical reaction isn't easy to refine
You drive me to distraction,
You disturb my peace of mind
You got me spinning like a top now
And I don't know how to stop now
Is this what loves all about
Lately I feel so without
Wild sensations
Sweet frustrations
You get me goin'
And theres no slowin' me down
Here I go!
Whoa here I go, go!
Whoa, Here I go, go, go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!
