歌词
You gonna look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide
All on the trembling plane
Your diamond hands
Will be stacked with roses
And wind and cars
And people of the past
I'll call you thing
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
In the Ballrooms of Mars
You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out
The names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen his
ROCK!
You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out
The names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen his
ROCK!
专辑信息
1.Spaceball Ricochet
2.Metal Guru
3.Rock On
4.Buick Mackane
5.Telegram Sam
6.Spaceball Ricochet
7.The Slider
8.Mystic Lady
9.The Slider
10.Baby Boomerang
11.Telegram Sam
12.Rabbit Fighter
13.Baby Strange
14.Ballrooms Of Mars
15.Chariot Choogle
16.Main Man
17.Cadilac
18.Thunderwing
19.Lady
20.Metal Guru
21.Mystic Lady
22.Rock On
23.Thunderwing
24.Buick Mackane
25.Rabbit Fighter
26.Baby Strange
27.Ballrooms Of Mars
28.Cadilac
29.Main Man
30.Lady
31.Sunken Rags