KEEN (S. O'Néill)
You're not alone girl if you think that bridges can't be burned
But why should you care when you faked all you ever learned
And I never thought that you could be so mean
It's sure a funny way to show me you're still keen
Hung up on heartaches you've grown tired of feeding me kicks
The pleasures of a lifestyle run on sex
And its a shame the way you're seldom ever seen
Well it's the kind of ploy thats made to keep me keen
There must be some way to bring you back from the dead
With subterfuge i'm buried up to my head
Well I never thought that you could be so mean
It's sure a funny way to show me you're still keen
A GREAT DEPRESSION ON A SLUM NIGHT (S. O'Néill)
ZIG ZAG WANDERER (Van Vliet)
Zig zag
Zig zag wanderer
Zig zag wanderer
Zig zag wanderer
Zig zag wanderer
You can huff
You can puff
Never know
What I have found
You can zig
You can zag
Whoa I'm gonna stay
Gonna stay around
Gonna stay around
You can jump
You can holler
Never know
What I have found
Heaven's free
'Cept for a dollar
You can zig
You can zag
Whoa I'm gonna stay
Gonna stay around
Gonna stay around
Zig zag wanderer had a zigzag child
Zig zag traveller's gonna stay real wild
Found his Queen in a nature scene
Twist his face where he's never been
Zig zag wanderer
Zig zag wanderer
You can dance
You can prance
Gotta freeze those timbers
Looking for romance
Hide my shield
Throw away my lance
Zig zag child
Mercy mile
Zig zag dreams
Zig zag dreams
THE GONEST THING (S. O'Néill)
HAPPINESS DRIVES ME ROUND THE BEND (S. O'Néill)
CHEMICRAZY (S. Mack / J. Marchini/ C. McLaughlin / R. O`Gormain / D.O'Neill)
PARTY GAMES (S. O'Néill)
GENIUS MOVE (C. McLaughlin)
Slaughterhouse number 5
Don't look at me with those empty eyes
Anyway I don't care
A shattered smile and a foolish stare
Lovers can and lovers will
Change a heart, take away the chill
And even if I have regrets
I know that I won't be upset
Cos I've finally made my genius move
It's kinda funny
It's kinda the way she looks at me
It's kinda funny
It's kinda the way she looks at me
Slaughterhouse number 5
Don't look at me with those empty eyes
Anyway I don't care
A shattered smile and a foolish stare
It's kinda funny
It's kinda the way she looks at me
It's kinda funny
It's kinda the way she looks at me
THINK OF A WOMAN (D. O'Néill)
HOT HEAD (Van Vliet)
She can burn you up in bed just like she said
Cause she's a hot head, hot head, hot head
She can boil a pot a' joe, she can start a pile a' dough
She's a hot head, hot head, hot head
She puts your head into the fire, makes your red-hot perspire
She's a hot head, hot head, hot head
She was burned before she was born, burnin up a storm
She's a hot head, hot head, hot head
Lick out like a flame, and burn you to a shame bite a burnin flame
Switch that burning wig she's a red hot head
She's a hobo wire-toaster
She's a circle on a spit
She's a hot head, a hot head
She can stick you to a wheel
Baste you to a fire
And spin you round and round
Boil she takes you down
(Fire, fire, fire, fire!)
She's a hot head, hot head, hot head
She can burn you up in bed, just like she said,
She's a hot head, hot head, hot head
She puts your head into the fire, makes your red-hot perspire
She's a hot head, hot head, hot head
Hot hot Hot head
FAT MOUTH CREED (R. O`Gormain)
I wasn't hoping for a guide
Or your sycophantic point of view
I thought i'd lost you on the slide
Your malice sticking like a pot of glue
How will you pay for all the times you said
Eat your heart out
Here's a plastic tray
Fire and brimstone all hell's ablaze
Take your trip now it's all the rage
Join the fat mouth creed
Clap your hands stamp your feet
Curse the poor and the weak
Celebrate your sick greed
How will you pay for all the times you said
Eat your heart out
Here's a plastic tray
Fire and brimstone all hell's ablaze
Take your trip now it's all the rage
Join the fat mouth creed
Clap your hands stamp your feet
Curse the poor and the weak
Celebrate your sick greed
JEWEL (R. O'Gormann / D. O'Neill / C. McLaughlin)
Beyond the debris of life's futile complications
You'll find a jewel and your feet won't touch the ground you'll feel aglow
Each waking hour though your thoughts may seem so sour
Keep chasing rainbows make no plans except for living you'll feel aglow
Anytime's the right time to follow ideals with conviction
Just heed your instincts beware of stupid contradictions you'll feel aglow
Mad prophet screams beneath the tang and chill
Jewel touchstone jewel
Just take your hopes and keep some dreams intact
There's always sometimes when it's hard to cope but
Down's not a place I wanna go
I've fooled around and felt the apathy surround
So I took my place and tried to turn this thing around
Crass manipulators falling by the wayside
One thing's for certain they won't ever realise when they're aglow
Jewel....touchstone Jewel
Jewel....touchstone Jewel
LIGHT AND SHADE (R. O`Gormain)
HEY BULLDOG (J. Lennon / P. McCartney)
Sheepdog
Standing in the rain
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some think that happinness is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
Child-like
No one understands
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands
Some think that happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man
Walking in the park
Whigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some think that happiness is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me if you're lonely you can talk to me
BIG HUMAN THING (R. O`Gormain)
LITTLE BIG MAN (C. McLaughlin)
FUNTIME (J. N. Osterberg)
Fun
Hey baby we like your lips
Fun
Hey baby we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Hey I feel lucky tonight
Fun
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Last night I was down in the lab
Fun
Talkin' to Dracula and his crew
All aboard for funtime
Fun
I don't need no heavy trips
Fun
I just do what I want to do
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Baby baby we like your lips
Fun
Baby baby we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Everybody we want in
Fun
We want some we want some
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Baby baby we like your lips
Fun
Baby baby we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
STORIES OF THE STREET (L. Cohen)
The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping down
Through the night and the
Poison gas
I lean from my window sill
In this old hotel I chose
One hand one my suicide
One hand
On the rose
I know you`ve heard it`s over now
And war must surely come
The cities they are broke in half
And the middle men are gone
Let me ask you one more time
O children of the dust
All these hunters who are shrieking now
Do they
Speak for us
And where do all these highways go
Now that
We are free
Why are the armies marching still
That were coming home to me
O lady with your legs so fine
O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
And your pleasures
Are the seal
Oh come with me
My little one
We will find that farm
Grow us grass and apples there
And keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
Oh take me
To the slaughter house
I will wait there
With the lamb
With one hand on a hexogram
One hand on a girl
I balance on a wishing well
That all men call the world
We are so small
Between the stars
So large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds
I tried to
Catch your eye