Windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses Soon it will rain blue landscapes leading us to suffocation The walls structured high in
Feel these arms steel arms, now we are blind hide my eyes my eyes so out of place here now we are hard-cutting trapped in beneath cold-loving mirrors
In this glass house he whispers love how many times can I sit through the end of the world he lays his head dumb on my mouth he left my body breaking
Babam, babam, de babam De babam, de babam Babam, babam, de babam De babam, de babam Babam, babam, de babam De babam, de babam Rudas csillag, hajnal hasadik
Frank zappa (vocals) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (acoustic piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Remember the curse we called sixteen And that summer was the hottest it had ever been We went walking, just walking through those brown, brick rows Called
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the day The cattle roamed outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday
Another sleepless night A concrete paradise Sirens screaming in the heat Neon cuts the eye As the jester sighs At the world beneath his feet It's a gutter
Little Bird, Little Chavala I dont understand whats happening today Everything is all a blur Gentle and kind and affectionate The sweet little bird you
Don: Don't bring a frown to old Broadway Ah, you got a clown on Broadway Your troubles there, they're out of style 'Cause Broadway always wears a smile
(I) Prelude To The Past (II) The Ultimate Quiet (III) A Blizzard Of My Memories The windshield explodes Like a bomb packed with diamonds There's a deafening
Your life's at stake You must decide You're not awake Open your eyes Your time has come Listen to me I'm made out of steel and ready to please
Parents, police, teachers, do we need them? Action, myself, attitude, I claim in mayhem I know you don't like me but I could care less You try to win,
So Lately you languish And angstful, you anguish For something to sweeten your day-to-day tea Your examine existence is rife with resistance You rot
A thousand puppets Waiting for a call A thousand puppets Afraid to fall Try to walk, try to dance Try to talk and wanna get their chance One guy stands
(Borg, Dregen, Andersson) I?ve seen you in the nightclub I?ve seen you dressed up right But your heart?s not beating through your pale white skin That
Everybody look around 'Cause there's a reason to rejoice you see Everybody come out And let's commence to singing joyfully Everybody look up And feel