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I m wheels, I am moving wheels
I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
I m wheels, I am moving wheels moving wheels
I am a 1952 starlite coupe...
En route.....les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody...Sartori a Paris...
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city...
There s a postcard we re all seen before...
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins we
eat apples in vans with sandwiches ... rush
Into the lobby life of hurry up and wait
Hurry up and wait for all the odd-shaped keys
Which lead to new soap and envelopes...
Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever phone call home.....no
Sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad
Video machine to eat time... a cityscene
I can t explain, the Seine alone at 4am
The Seine alone at 4a.....Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...

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Some girls they just living a lie
With a man who don t even try
Making a plan to escape, just can t wait
Fantasizing day and night
Wondering what it would be like
If the right one came along, to turn them on

Ya hav man like this and man like that,
Sum a dem slim, and some a dem fat
Some a dem cool and some a dem not
Only one cane make you hot

Supa-lovva-bwoy, that s what ya need
Kinda lover who wants ta please
Supa-lover-bwoy, understands
He can lead ya to the promised land
Supa-lova-bwoy, it s no lie
He really knows how to make you fly
Fly on, fly on

Some guys jus cramp yer style
Bore you stiff and all da while
Cheat on you when yer back is turned, never learn
Never say what they really mean
Never mean what they try to say
Always taking you for a fool, so uncool

Girls over there, girls over here
Want a guy who can take dem there
Want a man to put a smile on their face
If they don t get it, they haffa replace

Supa-lovva-bwoy, that s what ya need
Kinda lover who wants ta please
Supa-lover-bwoy, understands
He can lead ya to the promised land
Supa-lova-bwoy, It s no lie
He really knows how to make you fly
Fly on, fly on
Fly on, (fly on) fly on

It s a bird, it s a plane
It s a dream, it s a game
Be strong, have faith
It s all worth the wait
It s a light in the sky
That won t pass you by
It s a prayer, that you say
Waiting for the one
To take your breath away

Supa-lovva-bwoy, that s what ya need
Kinda lover who wants ta please
Supa-lover-bwoy, understands
He can lead ya to the promised land
Supa-lova-bwoy, It s no lie
He really knows how to make you fly
Fly on....

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Good morning, it s 3am in this great roaring
city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking
spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their
tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in
the diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young
impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza
and over there that brilliant head ornament on that
Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand
in hand with the mandrill, it s a sight you re
unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...

the stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler s
resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with
the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the
impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly
live without also be cautious of the poisonous
boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat
and purple queen fish and who s that babbler conversing
with a magazine stand? evidently he s getting a good
reply...

arrive in neurotica
through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin
no wing no stinger
no claw no camouflage
I have no more to say...

Say...isn t that an elephant fish on the corner over
there look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger
rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink
siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers,
they seem to be everywhere, well it s a live revue
random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica...
so long...

W moim lesie drzew
Jedno nieme jest
Wątłe i wiotkie
A kocham je

W moim lesie drzew
Jedno głuche jest
Kruche i słabe
A kocham je

Moich wszystkich drzew
Mowę dobrze znam
A to jedno niepokorne
Ciszą...

I wanna runaway, (I wanna runaway) with you (I wanna runaway)
I wanna runaway...Cuz baby you re my everything

I don t need this
All I need is us
Cmon girl, lets put it in the wind
I care none, bout no one
If they loved us they shoulda...

Its early in the morning
i hear this pumping site
i feel like dancing in the atmosvear
i feel the magic, up in the air

open your mind

open your mind!!!!!

its early in the morning
i hear this pumping...

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
of the willow.

Talking to the trees of the
cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
night-birds...

Spectral planes before my eyes
Ambivalent glowing with my inner pandemonium
Crimson horizons merge into ashen skies
Ascending bleakness but not clourless
I stride ahead...
Light-absorbing signs appears above me
Symbols to guide me, symbols to brace me
Impressed by those views which I always foresaw
Hearing the silent resonance of everlastingness
A cosmos that never began and will...