Hunky Dory

I'm closer to the golden dawn
Immersed in crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And i ain't got the power, anymore
No i ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name on garbo's eyes
Living proof of churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should i kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud the death of man
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And i ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with the potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If i don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On the next bardo
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And i ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

Oh yeah
Mm
Still don't know what i was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time i thought i'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So i turned myself to face me
But i've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But i can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But stil the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace i'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But i can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But i can't trace time

(this is andy warhole and it's take one, take one)
It's, it's warhol actually
(what did i say)
Whole, it's whole as in wholes
(andy warhol)
Wah, andy war hol, andy war hol (he)
Like whole hub
He
Ha
Are you ready
(yeah)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two new pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy walking, andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise (hm hm hm)
When he wakes up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Can't tell them apart at all

(handclaps)

And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the goodmen tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The bewlay brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Thru our veins and lo! it was midnight
Back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moonboys
The bewlay brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the devil-may-be-here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not
He could be you
He's chameleon, comedian, corinthian and caricature
Shooting-up pie-in-the-sky
The bewlay brothers
In the feeble and the bad
Bewlay brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away, hey

Just for the day, hey!
Hey, please come away, hey!
Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey!
Please come away, hey!
Just for the day
Please come away
Please come away
Please come away
Please come away
Away
(away)
Away
Hey

it's a god-awful small affair,to the girl with the mousy hair,but her mother is
Yelling"no",and her father has told her to go,but her friend is nowhere to be
Seen,as she walks through her sunken dream,to the seat with the clearest
View,and she's hooked to the silver screen,but the film is a saddening
Bore,'cause she's lived it ten times or more,she could spit in the eyes of
Fools,as they ask her to focus on,sailors fighting in a dance hall,oh man!look
At those cavemen go,it's the freakiest show,take a look at the lawman beating
Up the wrong guy,oh man!wonder if he'll ever know,he's in the best selling
Show,is there life on mars?it's on america's tortured brow,mickey mouse has
Grown up a cow,now the workers have struck for fame,'cause lennons on sale
Again,see the mice in thier million hordes,but to the ibeza to the norfolk
Broads,rule britannia is out of bounds,to my mother,my dog,and clouds,but the
Film is a saddening bore,'cause i wrote it ten times before,it's about to be
Writ again,as i ask you to focus o
N,sailors fighting in the dance hall,oh man!look at those cavemen go,it's the
Freakiest show,take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy,oh man!wonder
If he'll ever know,he's in the best selling show,is there life on mars,(lyrics
Fade)

Oh, hear this robert zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Some words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone

Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

Aoo

Now hear this robert zimmerman
Though i don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Come on
A couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Oh, here she comes, (oh) here she comes
Oh, here she comes (oh)