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Genesis, / Genesis.

 

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Am I Very Wrong?

Am I very wrong
To hide behind the glare from an open minded stare
Am I very wrong
To wander in the fear of a never ending lie

Am I very wrong
To try to close my ears to the sound they play so loud
Am I very wrong
The happiness machine is trying hard to sing my song

Today's your birthday friend, everything all right
Let us our greetings to you send
Happy friend, everything all right
We hope your life will never end

Am I very wrong
To want to steal a pin then I'll check that I have skin
Am I very wrong
To want to leave my friends and the curse of the happiness machine

Today's your birthday friend, everything all right
Let us our greetings to you send
Happy friend, everything all right
We hope your life will never end

They say, we hope your life will never end
They say never end, never end, never end, never end, never end
They say never end - no
They say never end, never end...

 

And the Lamb Lies Down on Broadway

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending-time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nightime's flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street sceng finds a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway-
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air

 

Another Record

It's funny you know,
'Cos there's an old rock 'n' roller
He's got nowhere to go.
Did you ever think of taking him in?
Somebody help him, somebody please.

Put another record on
'Cos he likes that song.

It's funny you know,
Ooh he never done nothing, done nobody wrong,
Did he think about changing his name,
But I'm gonna tell him it's the same old game.

Put another record on
Round and round and round and around - oh
Ah - see him smile.

Well lately I've seen him
Walking down the street, kinda moving his feet,
Everyone I know looks the other way
Somebody help him, somebody say -

Put another record on
Round and round and round and around - oh
Ah - see him smile.

It's funny you know,
'Cos there's an old rock 'n' roller
He's got nowhere to go.
Did you ever think of taking him in?
Somebody help him, somebody please.

Just put another record on
Put another record on
Put another record on Cos you know we like it
Put another record on Cos you know we like it...

 

Anything Now

And whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
And try to battle it out
Someday you may just come to discover
It was all for the best
The change has come, maybe a second chance
Anything now could be there for you
But whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
Nothing will ever be quite the same again

Everything is in it's place
I know my limitations
I don't want to change a thing
I know that I can live with them
Why should I care?

But then sometimes right out of the blue
News on the radio
Words on the telephone
Suddenly change everything
Nothing's quite what it seems

And whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
And try to battle it out
Someday you may just come to discover
It was all for the best
The change has come, maybe a second chance
Anything now could be there for you
But whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
Nothing will ever be quite the same again

I got my lines, I got a part to play
I don't want to be surprised
I like to plan from day to day
Why should I care?

But then sometimes right out of the blue
News on the radio
Words on the telephone
Suddenly change everything
Nothing's quite what it seems

And whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
And try to battle it out
Someday you may just come to discover
It was all for the best
The change has come, maybe a second chance
Anything now could be there for you
But whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
Nothing will ever be quite the same again

And whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
And try to battle it out
Someday you may just come to discover
It was all for the best
The change has come, maybe a second chance
Anything now could be there for you
But whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
Nothing will ever be quite the same again

Whether you want it
Or whether you hate it
Nothing will ever be quite the same again

Anything now...

 

Anything She Does

You know,
You decorate the garage walls,
Hang in people's halls,
Live in secret drawers,
If you could look around you,
Wonder what you'd see.

Fiction.
That's all you really are I know,
Editorial dreams.
They can't make you real,
Tell me where you came from,
And where you're going to.

I won't ever, no I'll never get to know her,
Or be the cause of anything she does.
I won't ever, no I'll never get to hold her.
Do you think this aching could be love?

Oh you know,
You've figured in some fantasies.
You would not believe,
What you've had to do,
Life goes on around you and all because of you.

No I won't ever, no I'll never get to know her,
Or be the cause of anything she does.
I won't ever, no I'll never get to hold her.
Do you think this aching could be love?

I won't ever, no I'll never get to know her,
Or be the cause of anything she does.
I won't ever, no I'll never get to hold her.
Do you think this aching could be love?

You know,
That in twenty years or more,
You'll still look the same
As you do today.
You'll still be a young girl,
When I'm old and grey.

No - I won't ever, no I'll never get to know her,
Or be the cause of anything she does.
I won't ever, no I'll never get to hold her.
Do you think this aching could be love?

I won't ever, no I'll never get to know her,
Or be the cause of anything she does.
I won't ever, no I'll never get to hold her.
Do you think this aching could be love? (no you'll never...)

 

Anyway

He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point.
The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave.
As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel.
When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him.
Our hero is trapped once again.

"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.
'S back to ash, 'now, you've had your flash boy'
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everybody's goal.

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don't even feel no pain -
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - 'how wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground.'

There's not much spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of Sheol.
"I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space,
Or filled with helium and floated above a mausoleum.
This is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues.
Anyway I'm out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like,
Stuffing his cotton wool in my cheeks."

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The doorbell rings and its
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It won't be long, yeh!
She's very rarely late."

 

Apocalypse in 9, 8

With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.

 

As Sure As Eggs is Eggs

Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun
It ain't no lie, Big Jim was feared by everyone

In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim "yellow", he'll never do that again
He got mad!

He threw his badge on the floor and walked out
He's gonna give it a try, he left no doubt

"Must be mad, must be mad!"
The people wished him well, and good luck
"Hell, I don't need it!" He laughed, got on his horse and rode away

Over on the trail, Jim 'n' his crew of five
Were trying their best to keep the cattle alive
The weather was hard, but so were the men
Though I don't think even Jim will try this try again

His horses were edgy, sensing trouble ahead
But the trouble didn't start till the men were in bed
A-whooping and a-hollering and flashing their knives
Big Jim and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribe

He was scared, Big Jim was scared
Alive, they called him lucky, but not today
Cos he died like all good cowboys with his boots on next to his men

Big Jim, he won't lie down
For him the bet is still on
Some say he rides there, cursing still
Some say they've seen him

 

Back in N.Y.C.

No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above ground - Too much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used to cut through it with a little speed.
He was better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left very quickly to join the Pack.

I see faces and traces of home back in New York City -
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
They call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cos we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong,
As the weakest link in the chain.

Only after a spell in Pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang.

Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.

You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.

Now, walking back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine.
That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless steel razor.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go...

Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them down in coloured sheets).
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection?
Connection.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!

 

Ballad Of Big

Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get.
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun.
It ain't no lie that Big Jim was feared by everyone.

In the saloon one evening Big took a bet
With a rancher whose name I forget.
He wanted a herd taken over the plain,
And he called Jim `yellow', he'll never do that again.

He got mad!
He threw his badge on the floor and walked out,
He's gonna give it a try, he left no doubt.

"Must be mad, he must be mad"!
The people wished him well, and good luck.
"Well I don't need it"! He laughed,
Got on his horse and rode away.

Out on the trail, Jim 'n' his crew of five
Were trying their best to keep the cattle alive.
The weather was hard, but so were the men,
Though I don't think even Big will try this trip again.

His horses were edgy, sensing trouble ahead,
But the trouble didn't start until the men were in bed
A-whooping and a-hollering, flashing their knives,
Big and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribe.

He was scared, Big Jim was scared
Alive, they called him lucky, but not today.
Cos he died like all good cowboys with his boots on next to his men.

Big Jim, he still won't lie down,
For him the bet is still on.
Some say he rides there, cursing still.
Some say they've seen him.

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