Okay, here's the lyrics for the cuts on side 1, direct from the label.
I have looked all over the place, but you have got my favorite face. Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass and your lips are sweet and slippery Like a cherub's bare wet ass ... Cause you're a human supernova, A solar superman You're an angel with wings afire, A flying, giant friction blast You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes, And every time the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky. Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16 And you fuck like a volcano and you're everything to me ... Cause you're a human supernova, A solar superman You're an angel with wings of fire, A flying, giant friction blast You're a giant, flying friction blast Cause you're a human supernova, A solar superman You're an angel with wings of fire, A flying, giant friction blast ...
I don't need a support system Lifting me into prop position What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you Driving me down all those dangerous avenues Lions and tigers tearing at their food. (whistle break) I know the gossip Flies around at breakfast One of them rings in your hand "Where the fuck do you get off thinking I was there at the part cause All of my friends feed me evil reasons Why you and I should not be friends ..." Let's just think this whole thing through, Tell me, "Just what the hell is a lover supposed to do?" I got the wrong reaction A slap in the face from you. (whistle break: This is such a stupid picture, wrap me in a steak why don't you throw it in the panther cage and maybe then I'll like you better (No Way)) I don't need a support system Lifting me into prop position What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude What satisfaction is left when all you do tells everyone You're acting untrue (whistle break: This is such a stupid picture, light a cigarette why don't you stub it in a carburator, maybe then you'll sell me something (No Way)) I don't need a support system Put your hand on my heart and listen What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through Pointing the finger, I'm counting on loving you Over and above the passion I am connected to you.
As far as I know, baby, You can see As far as I go, funky baby, Digging deep inside of me ... (uh uh uh uh uh uh x 4) As far as I know, sister, I'm alright As far as I know, funky lady, I'm coming home tonight ... (you can see ... through the smoke ...) You're an x-ray man You got x-ray eyes Why don't you put on your two way sombrero and leave (uh x 24) You're an x-ray man You got white wall tires Iodine tan Cheap unpleasant desires You're an x-ray man Got an x-rated mind You're not satisfied looking at me, you're always Checking out the girl behind You're an x-ray man You got secret plans For me.
I know that it was the night The war broke out because You and I were driving around You were doing a story About if people understood What had happened to their world Tonight In bed Sleeping The world tonight In bed Asleep You said that you were in touch With the draft resistors In case the big boys call you up You're gonna have to let 'em Dick you around But don't let 'em make You do What you can't live with Tonight In bed With you Sleeping You looked like you were just a little kid Shane, I said, you've got to watch your ass You've gotta have fear in your heart (x 8) Fear in your heart.
They don't know What they like so much about it They just go For any shiny old bauble And nobody sparkles like you ... But I can't imagine it in better terms Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work ... And I'm starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you And I'm starting to actually feel it seep through the Slick divide now I don't crack the door too far for anyone who's pushing too hard on me They don't know What they like so much about it Maybe it goes On the other side of the hallway, The writing's so small from here ... But I can't imagine it in better terms Than naked, half awake, about to shave an go to work ... I won't decorate my love (x 6)
Safe on The interstate New York Is three thousand miles away And I'm not looking forward to following through But it's better than always running back into you I've closed my eyes and my bank account and gone west, young man Take off The parking brake Go coasting Into a different state And I'm not looking forward to missing you But I must have something better to do I've got to tear my life apart and go west, young man And it feels like I've got something to prove, But in some ways it's just something to do My friend's turn me around and say "You go west, young man" Stepping Down off my platform shoes Sixty Nine in the afternoon And I'm waiting for someone in the know Like Pirnir tells me on the radio [ed. note: this is the way it's spelled on the lyrics sheet. It may be "Pirner," as in Dave] Says take it from someone who's been there before You go west, young man And I'm looking for somebody to do My thinking for me till I come through The state-line highway sign says you have gone west, young man And it feels like I've got something to prove But in some ways it's just something to do The state-line highway sign says you have gone west, young man
Cinco de Mayo. Blow out, denial. It wasn't fun this time, letting you go. What if I never, a bullet forever, held out my hand to you, we wouldn't Have known beautiful flow, absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound Bus' out of control, ploughing the road, out on a bender, just Alice falling Down a deepening hole. I'd never been to Rome until you smiled. You're about as old and piled. I used to pray for snow ... Now I just wonder what spell I was under, thinking you thought of me as Something to hold. I'd never been to Rome until you smiled. You're about as old and piled. Cinco de Mayo. Burn-out, Ohio. It wasn't me this time, letting you go.
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. I was a Star Trek crew member with my Beatle boots and my Super-8 And I raced you to the top, The camera gets a stuttered shot of Me approaching the sacred shrine Where I kissed the Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha and made him cry, "Georgie, I'm your friend!" And the shit brown reservoir Is a testament to the dogs of L.A. They hold the place like the Mafia and say, "Run me round again." The sawed off tree-trunks stand among the living palms You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along and I Raced you to the top Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks Young Abe Vagoda plays Frankenstein [ed. note: This may be Vigoda] I kissed the Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha and made him cry, "Georgie, I'm your friend!" And the shit brown reservoir is a Testament to the dogs of L.A., they Hold the place like the Mafia and say, "Run me round again. I wanna go again." And the shit brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A. They hold the place like the Mafia and say, "Run me round again."
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green and Whip-smart as the English Channel's wide. And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress and his watch On any hand between his thighs. And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till I write my whole life story On the back of his big brown eyes. When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing. (x 4) And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and Games are just another way of life. And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for Every truth, there are half a million lies. And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till he learns to let his hair down Far enough to climb outside. When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing. (x 4)
He's got a million dollar car He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar He's got a family who deals heroin, you're on the edge of your chair and then You feel it He's looking at you He's laughing at you It's happening. I can't, I can't believe it. But it's there on the pages I'm reading It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy I know it's just a drawer of photographs They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy ... jealousy ... I can't believe you had a life before me I can't believe they let you run around free Putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea What a good idea: Standing On the corner Watching The ladies Pass by Imagining me behind your eyes And then what did I see? I saw hips, I saw thighs I saw secret positions that we never try I saw jealousy I saw jealousy I can't, I can't believe it But it's here in this place and I see it It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy: Standing On the mud flats Watching The salmon
See the sun rise So loud, This whole town Gets drowned out. Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight I'm driving over that way Some pot of gold, it's just a carpeting store on opening day. See the moon rise So slow, And shallow, It burns halos in my eyes. It's harder to swallow, Harder to breathe, So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe. They've got me underground.
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows. And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows... And oh, all the tears In four tiny years Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends... You better roll me... [I bought a map of the moon. There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view ... There I was, getting drunk in your room ... Because I wanted to throw my weight around] An oh, all the tears In four tiny years Oh look at me, I'm frightening my friends... You better roll me home (x 3)
Don't ... be ... fooled ... by ... him ... he's ... fine. Rock and roll Ken doll, he's a national end-all, he's an on and off friend Of miiiiiiiine ... Where have I been? Got any what? Who have I seen? I spy a may queen. You were miles above me, Girls in your arms. The changing of her majesty's guard is truly amazing. Got any what? Disease, hashish, a mind, do I have any what? Where have I been? Got any what? Who have I seen? I spy a may queen. You were miles above me, Girls in your arms. You could have planted a farm With of them hay-seeds....