PINK FLOYD FANS NEDERLAND
Operator: Floydian Theo
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FICTITIOUS SPORTS |
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Can't
Get My Motor To Start (Bley)
Can't
get my motor to start Can't
get my motor to start Can't
get my motor to start Can't
get my motor to start Can't
you get it to go? Is
your battery low? No,
I don't think so Try
pullin out on the choke Try
lookin' under the hood Try
pullin out on the choke Try
lookin' under the hood Lookin
under the hood Never
did any good The
choke must be broke Try
beatin' down with your feet looks
like she's startin' to crank Let's
take the gasoline out Try
puttin' beer in the tank Bring
the beer over here 'Cause
I need it to steer Try
pullin out all the wires Try
stuffin' cheese in the cracks Try
dynamitin' the tank Smash
all the glass with an ax Do
you have any grease? Pour
it over the seats What
did you do to my car? What
did you do to my car? What
did you do to my car? What
did you do to my car? Well
we took it apart But
we can't make it start We
wanna go for a ride Let's
push it over the hill We
wanna go for a ride Let's
push it over the hill Better
not gt inside 'Cause
she's startin' to slide
I
Was Wrong (Bley)
Well
I used to think this talk of spaceships Was
just so much hype I
really believed there was nothing out there Except
the Stars and the Stripes I
mean the scientists said they found out that There
was nothing there on Mars So
as far as I was concerned it was just The
name of a candy bar I'm
one of those kind of people Who
need proof before they believe Close
Encounters left me cold And
Star Trek seemed naive When
it came to UFO's I
was of the scientific school Little
green men with pointed heads Were
for little kids and fools But
I was wrong I
was wrong I
was real wrong I
was wrong All
along I
was so wrong The
people who believed that stuff Were
always kind of odd I
mean you might as well go all the way And
believe in Jesus and God I
knew I had the kind of mind That
wasn't easily satisfied And
besides I had enough problems on earth To
keep me occupied And
then one night I was standing Looking
at the stars And
I heard something that sounded like A
hundred space guitars The
music was so weird it could have been
the theme from Jaws Then
I saw something flying over my head I
thought it was Santa Claus But
I was wrong I
was wrong I
was real wrong I
was wrong All
along I
was so wrong
Siam
(Bley)
Here's
another song about a place near Hong Kong They
got lots of opium and Lapsang Southong Siam,
Siam All
the fancy pussycats come from this area Also
got a lot of animals that scare ya Siam,
Siam Python
legs are poached in slimy toad saliva After
eating that I'm lucky I'm aliva I
am, yes I am Ask
the King if you can stay to sample cuisine Maybe
he will even let you dine with the Queen Siam,
Siam Nicest
little place i live in since Budapest If
you think that I'm in love, you're right, I confess I
am, I am, yes I am, with Siam I
am, I am, yes I am, with Siam
Hot
River (Bley)
Do
you long to cavort? Here's
a new water sport That
you ought to try It's
a Fahrenheit dream Hot
and covered with steam You
won't be bored Do
you want to get wet? Are
you starting to sweat? Slip
over the side Now
we're caught in a swell Here's
where Heaven and Hell Start
to collide It's
slippery and slimy Reach
over here and tie me I'm
so warm I can hardly move Mother
never told me I'd
need someone to hold me But
where I'm from the rivers are all cold It's
a fisherman's dream Dinner's
already steamed And
ready to eat When
you feel your resolve Is
about to dissolve Then
stop for a treat In
a river of steam Nothing
seems too obscene So
let down your hair While
you drift through a trough Slip
your bathing suit off And
really get clean You
can do your laundry While
your thoughts are wandering And
you watch the passing swimmer's poach You
don't need no Sterno In
Dante's Inferno It's
thermohydriatically controlled You
can't stay in too long 'Cause
the heat is too strong You're
starting to slide Grab
ahold of the rope Throw
your soap in the boat Climb
over the side We
can come back for more When
we start to get bored There's
nothing as wild As
a Hot River swim On
the volcanic rim
Boo
To You Too (Bley)
Just
when we was startin' to play Someone
yelled out take 'em away Then
we heard 'em startin' to boo What
did you do? What did you
do? I
reacted intelligently Here's
my method, try it and see When
somebody's runnin' you down You
got to turn it around, turn it around So
when they boo at me you know what I do? I
tell 'em boo to you too, boo to you too Boo
to you too, boo to you too I
don't take it personally When
somebody's booin' at me Makes
no difference if the music is fine I
never pay it no mind, pay it no mind When
you're tryin' something that's new You'll
have people booin' at you When
we hear 'em startin' to boo What
do we do? What do we do? Well
when they boo at us you know what we do? We
tell 'em boo to you too, boo to you too Boo
to you too, boo to you too Keep
your chin up, play what you feel Music's
always grand if it's real Even
if they're cruel to you You
got to do what you do, do what you do When
they're ready to tear you apart Use
your noodle adn try to be smart Don't
just stand there takin' abuse You
got to put it to use, put it to use You
make 'em boo on cue, they say boo And
you say boo to you too Boo
to you too, boo to you too You
make 'em boo on cue, they say boo And
you say boo to you too Boo
to you too, boo to you too Boo
to you too, boo to you too Boo
to you too, boo to you too
Do
Ya? (Bley)
I
try God
knows I try It
seems very clear to me, that I try But
it's not clear to you, that I do You
don't know what I mean, do ya? You
don't know what I mean I
mean I
mean I try God
knows that I mean to try I
mean it seems so very clear to me, that I'm trying But
it's not clear to you, what I'm trying to do You
don't know what I mean, do ya? You
don't know what I mean You're
not trying God
knows you probably mean to try I
mean sometimes it even seems clear to me I
mean sometimes it even seems clear to me that you're trying to try Is
that clear? Do you know
what I mean, what I'm trying to say You
don't know what I mean, do ya? TYou
don't know what I mean God
knows I try
Wervin'
(Bley)
Wervin',
we're Wervin' Do
you need a doctor? Swervin'
and curvin' Are
you pocket trained? Do
you like to Werve? Do
you have the nerve? Do
you need a doctor when
you start to swerve? Are
you pocket trained Goin'
'round a curve? Can
you Werve? Wervin',
we're Wervin' Do
you save the coupons? Swervin'
and curvin' Can
I borrow your suit? Can
you Werve like a bird Or
do you find it absurd? Did
you come prepurd? Can
I borrow your suit? Do
you find it unnervin' Or
pleasantly disturbin' Can
you Werve? Wervin',
we're Wervin' Do
you have your 'chute? Swervin'
and curvin' Does
your mother know? Do
you worry when you Werve? Are
you scared when you swerve? Do
you get what you deserve When
you go around a curve? I
can see your house Have
you lost your nerve? Can
you Werve? Werve Werve Werve
I'm
A Mineralist (Bley)
Here's
a shocking revelation for you voyeurs Such
a heinous deviation, these are no clues I'm
a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist Just
the thought of ironing gives me spasms of lust I
creep up to old wrecked cars and lick off the rust I'm
a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist Mother
used to try to metal in my affairs Keep
your nose up off that grindstone, people will stare Get
the lead out of your pants and change your underwear I've
been stealing baby bottles since I was born I'll
go blind from balling bearings, doctors have warned I
like making out with steel-rimmed glasses more than horned Erik
Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Phillip
Glass is a Mineralist to the extreme I
like tickling ivories and fingering stones When
my mercury goes up I play with my bone Peole
take for granite my perversion is wrong I'm
not harming anyone by beating my gong I'm
a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist I'll
make love to minerals as long as I can And
in fifty years I'll be a jaded old man I'm
a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist |