Shindig(words/music : J.Williams, wah-riff : M.Pelanconi)Up in the shindig, Everything is upside-down, Your gone on a whirly-gig, flung around, The world’s on fire! And you perspire to the sound. Locked in a chamber, They gas you up and fill yo’ head, Tell you it’s the grooviest gig going down It’s getting wet with hot sweat, From the finger that pressed the boogie box. Well bless my suggestion box, How am I supposed to remove my rocks? Good girlies go-go in a trance ‘Coz they know that mummy did it just like it in the same old dance. Dance! La-la, la la la-la. Etc. Out of the chamber I’m readjusting to the air, And I see my real face, Jesus Wept! (For He would too laugh) Ho-de-hum, enough of that, I wanna trip, Cut! Cue the dream… When dawn didn’t come the land it rumbled, Like the sound of a coming war, You could’ve built a bridge with the bricks that I was making. And a twister spun, and the sky it sung, in a symphony of all my doubt. And the rooftops flashed reflecting my emotion. Nah-nah, nah-nah nah-nah-nah, etc. I heard the four-minute warning Wrapping round my lungs and my inner shell Telling me the one thing that we all share is that we’re mortal. Good Morning Mother, I see the worlds in shape, You stop us mortal men and our jolly violent japes. Mother Nature you won’t let me down, You will slap my backside, when I get out of hand, And out of my mind. Out of my mind. Solo. Well bless my suggestion box But that’s the sound-ah-like to get me off my rocks Them good cuckoo can fly away I want a good friend who will live with me for the day. Special kazoo finale. © Once and Future Songs 2003 |