Live at the Hurrah

It's nice to hear you're
Having a good time
But it still hurts ''cause you used to be mine
This doesn't mean that I possessed you
You're haunting me because I let you
Shape up your body "Let's be a tree"
Visual dynamics for you to see
Nature intended the abstract

For you and me
No rain outside but tears in my eyes
Out on the rooftop for a surprise
Call you at teatime
In off the street
Sit down at table, Mummy is neat

When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say

Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say

There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
Throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
In the narrow light

If you think the world is
A machine with one cog
And that cog is you,
Or the things that you do
Then you are not in this world
The world is not you

If you think the world
Is a balloon in your head
When it goes bang only
You will be dead
'cause you are not in this world
The world is not you

If you think the world lies
At the top of your legs
And you only live when you are in bed
Then you are not in this world
The world is your head

If you think the world is
A clutter of existence
Falling through the air
With minimal resistance
You could be right, how would I know?
Colossal youth is showing the way to go

Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo
Gets me thinking 'bout
Good times I had with you
Back in the Sixties when love was free
Never need to worry bout my G.C.E.

Dying of boredom in your plastic home
Pretty the pictures, work to the bone
Don't be depressed,
You can just pick up the phone
But it won't answer 'cause
There's no-one home

Count your possessions out one by one
Include your lovers, include the one
You threw away in nineteen sixty three
Include me out, don't label me

So bad when you went away
Nothing I could do or say
And now we are a lonely two
Sit at home and watch the tube

I've been hurt before,
Sorrow knocking on my door
Pain

And so I make a brand-new-life
Fashioned out of brand-new strife
And when I hear the doorbell ring
I can never let them in to me

Pain is in me every day
When you went it came to stay
Come and be a cure for me
Make the tears come out of me

So bad when you went away
Nothing I could do or say
And when I hear the doorbell ring
I can never let them in to me

Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur
Comes to a standstill,
I ask him a question
He doesn't hear
Wurlitzer jukebox

Fingers are pointed in my direction
Words fly around me,
Everyone's chanting

Searching for Mr Right
Waiting up half the night
Feeling like I'll be dead
Before I'm old
Teaching myself to be
The Young Untold
How can I hope to be
Someone for you to see?

Blind as the Fate decrees
I will go on
Teaching myself to be
The Young Untold
Am I in vain tonight?
Lose you against the light
Who can you be
Mr Right?