--- instrumental ---Sea Shell And Stone
[Breathing] Sea shell and stone Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam Search for the gold Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds Smooth and round and brown See how the sunshine creeps over thistle and down Hillock and hump, hummock and clump and mound I feel a lump, see a bump, hear a bulboba sound Hollow and valley and shadow and dimple and hill Glisten and glimmer and shimmer and sparkle and still Sunlight is warming the land before your eyes And the sunrise is on your side And the sunshine is on your thighs Lady of stone, you are alone Lady of stone, you are alone4.41 AM (Sexual Revolution)
Hey...girl Take out the dagger And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution Hey girl Let freedom for all be our rallying call Tomorrow lets make...our new resolution Yeah, but tonight lie still While I plunder your sweet grave And remember Only the poor can be saved Hey girl As I've always said I prefer your lips red Not what the good Lord made But what he intended Hey girl Don't point the finger at me I am only a rat in a maze like you And onlly the dead go free So...please hold my hand As we blundre through the maze And remember Nothing can grow without rain (Thunder) Don't point Don't point your finger at me I woke in a fever The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat She said "You've been having a nightmare And it's not over yet" Then she picked up the doggy in the window (The one with the waggly tail) And she put him to bed between two bits of breadStop
Stop I wanna go home Take off this uniform And leave the show And I'm waiting here in this cell Because I have to know Have I been guilty all this timeSunset Strip
I like staying with my Uncle Dave And I like playing with his great dane But I don't fit I feel alien and strange Kinda outa range I like riding in my Uncle's car Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade And movie stars and paparazzi play The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea There's a blood red dragon on a field of green Calling me back Back to the Black Hills again Ooh, ooh, Billy come home Billy is searching for his native land Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head Picking up -------------- and A male voice choir on the short wave band Billy taps out Jim's number on the 'phone Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone Come on my friend, speak to me please The land of my fathers is calling to me And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea There's a blood red dragon on a field of green Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again Ooh, ooh, Billy come home Come on home He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home Billy, Billy, come home Come on home Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish. Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles. Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish. Jim: Yes, we've established that. Ah! Do you have a request? Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab and lobster, flounder.I hate fish, but I think most of all I hate fresh fish, like trout. I hate fresh trout. My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole. That way you don't have to see the eyes. Sole has no eyes. Jim: Oh no! Californian Weirdo: I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog Jim: Thankyou. Californian Weirdo: I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey ... Jim: They don't care. Shut up. Play the record.