…and our ears had never before, heard anything this beautiful.
Rocket’s Tail
by Kate Bush
That November night, looking up into the sky,
You said,
“Hey, wish that was me up there–
It’s the biggest rocket I could find,
And it’s holding the night in its arms
If only for a moment.
I can’t see the look in its eyes,
But I’m sure it must be laughing.”
But it seemed to me the saddest thing I’d ever seen,
And I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.
I saw only a stick on fire,
Alone on its journey
Home to the quickening ground,
With no one there to catch it.
I put on my pointed hat
And my black and silver suit,
And I check my gunpowder pack
And I strap the stick on my back.
And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge–
Nobody seems to see me.
Then, with the fuse in my hand,
And now shooting into the night
And still as a rocket,
I land in the river.
Was it me said you were crazy?
I put on my cloudiest suit,
Size 5 lightning boots, too.
‘Cause I am a rocket
On fire.
Look at me go, with my tail on fire,
With my tail on fire,
On fire.
Hey, look at me go, look at me…
Sunshine Superman
Donovan
Sunshine came softly through my a-window today
Could’ve tripped out easy a-but I’ve a-changed my ways
It’ll take time, I know it but in a while
You’re gonna be mine, I know it, we’ll do it in style
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
I’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Everybody’s hustlin’ just to have a little scene
When I say we’ll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
I’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Superman or Green Lantern ain’t got a-nothin’ on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah!
A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne
’bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
I’ll pick up your hand
I’ll pick up your hand
Friendship
by Cole Porter
If you’re ever in a jam, here I am
If you ever need a pal, I’m your gal
If you ever feel so happy you land in jail; I’m your bail
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgot
Ours will still be hot.
If you ever lose your way, came to May
If you ever make a flop, call for Pop
If you ever take a boat and get last at sea; Write to me
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgit
Ours will still be it.
If you ever catch on fire, send a wire
If you ever lose your teeth and you’re out to dine; Borrow mine
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have ceased to jell
Ours will still be swell.
If they ever black your eyes, put me wise
lf they ever cook your goose, turn me loose
If they ever put a bullet through your brr-ain; I’ll complain
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships go up in smoke
Ours will still be oke.
If you ever lose your mind, I’ll be kind
If you ever lose your shirt, l’Il be hurt
If you’re ever in a mill and get sawed in half; I won’t laugh
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgate
Ours will still be great.
If they ever hang you, pard, send a card
If they ever cut your throat, write a note
If they ever make a cannibaI stew of you; Invite me too
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships are up the crick
Ours will still be slick.
Copyright Cole Porter, 1939
STRANGE ORCHESTRAS
From My People Were Fair And Had Sky In Their Hair…(1968)
M.Bolan
Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange orchestra
Mannikin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestra
Lilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp
He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of moleskin
A big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput
The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the celloist solos
The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely
Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the big dark oak tree
Chateau in Virginia Waters
From My People Were Fair And Had Sky In Their Hair…(1968)
M.Bolan Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures
Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud
Her pearly author’s teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant Her one rich wish is to write a book about
A venetian mother’s problems on a barge in little Venice
She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother
Who’s theatrical in character
Wise just like Socrates
She sinks her nails into the aged canvas
But the power from the wordster’s head was cool and shrill and frightening
Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge
She types some acid words to her hairless havana art dealer
Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures
