Sound and Vision
September 10th, 2008 by admin | No Comments | Filed in Lyrical OdditiesDon’t you wonder sometimes,
‘Bout sound and vision?
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Bowie’s Tin of Stewing Steak A pressurised cannister of Bowie-inspired irreverence
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Don’t you wonder sometimes,
‘Bout sound and vision?
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Inside every teenage girl, there’s a fountain,
Inside every young pair of pants, there’s a mountain
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My brain felt like a warehouse,
It had no room to spare
Soldier knelt, and kissed the feet of a Priest,
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
It was cold, and it rained,
So I felt like an actor
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Lay me place,
And bake me pie,
I’m starving for me gravy
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I’m not a prophet,
Or a Stone Age man,
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
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Here I stand, foot in hand,
Taking to my wall,
I’m not quite right at all,
Am I?
Zane, Zane, Zane,
Ouvre le chien
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I live above a grocer’s store,
Owned by an Austrian
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As a woman hot with worry,
Slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak,
Into the paper bag at her side
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And we’d speak of the Swedish room
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I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes
The silent guns of love will blast the sky
Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through our sleeves,
Yeah, and we slit the Catholic throat,
Stoned the poor,
On slogans such as,
Wish you could hear,
Love is all we need,
Kick out the Jams,
Kick out your mother,
Cut up your friend,
Screw up your brother,
Or he’ll get you in the end
As a love machine lumbers through Desolation Row,
Ploughing down, man, woman, listening to it’s command,
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