Narcissus is a long boy...

I never set foot in the real world
Never talked to a real girl
Don't pick flowers for real girls,
Don't pick flowers for real women too

Never seen a dead body
Bodies all look alive to me
When they're made out of stone
And they're standing alone, in the sea

Narcissus is a long boy
Hum-a-day, hum-a-day, hum-a-day

And when I tell you I love you
It means I love what you do to me
And to my imagination
At the real heart of me

Narcissus is a long boy
Hum-a-day, hum-a-day, hum-a-day

In the mirror you're always there
Strong and elegant in the air
In your element, in the air
Like an elephant hanging there for you
To come through

Narcissus is a long boy

Drinking wine
Drinking wine in a pub in Holland Park till it gets dark and then where do you go?
Drinking wine in a pub in Holland Park till it gets dark and then, what do you know?
Drinking wine white wine by yourself
Till you get there and then
Where do you go? Oh

Narcissus is a long boy yeah
Long boy, yeah
Narcissus is a long boy yeah

Mount Vesuvius was a member of Slade
He replaced Jim Lea in the hit parade
Noddy Holder came down to the brook
He said "One hand washes quicker than the other one, look"

The disconnection of the ruling class goes on

The poor are brutalized
And the bourgeois is king
But the cherry on top, well it can't even sing;
Its lips are drawn back to make a strangling sound
Like horses laughing on a burial mound

The disconnection of the ruling class goes on

If you have a nightmare, reach for my hand
You remind me of someone in Nextdoorland

The disconnection of the ruling class goes on

Each of her silver wands
Flings you into beyond
An orbit there set down

Hurrying down the line
Both of her eyes must shine
Upon you, she's your queen

Gallows tree of my heart
Keeping us both apart
Begone, and cut me down

Midsummer evening's long
Here's a midsummer song, towards it
- kiss her now

Each of her silver wands
Flings you into beyond
An orbit there set down

Get ready for the white light
The white light is your friend
It shone in the beginning
And it is shining at the end

Om

Oh do not ever worry
Oh do not lose your mind
Oh do not even hurry
'Cause you can never hurry time

Om, Shanti Om

The past is always over
And it will not return
Unless you really want it -

Ommmmmmmmmmmm

The wind controls the towels
It shapes the dancing leaves
It animates the laundry
All the V-necks and the sleeves

Om, Shanti Om

Get ready for the white light
The white light is your friend
It shone in the beginning
And it is shining at the end

Om, Shanti Om

Ommmmmmmmmmmm

Comin' through
Oh I wish I was comin' through
Into you
'Cause you taught me and you learned me everything that I think that I knew
Comin' through
With Alexis Korner, Brian Jones, Acker Bilk and everyone else ending up on E

We were born into a gap
We grew up between the wars
We could squeeze onto the map
Then you get down on all fours
Take a closer look and see
That the past is very small

Comin' through
Donovan and everybody standing up like the people that I knew
And it's true -
He's moved to Ireland like Roy Harper and the rest of that crew

And as for Stew,
Well I've never in my life met anybody called Stew, so let's go up there

In the pantomime of God, I pretend that I'm a slave
And I'm reaching for the pod, as I'm standing by the grave
Of Spike Milligan who said
"Well, I told you I was ill"

Comin' through
If power's the answer then what was the question?
I wish that I knew
Hello, Blue - you listen to progressive rock although you're only 30 and I love you
And I knew
That when you met with Mandy the whole thing would be perfect so let's go

In the darkness of the soul
Moral fibre is the key
To events that you control
And the people you can see
All the decent people who
Should be dying in their beds

Comin' through
Comin', comin' through

Anita Crashpad!

Sha-la-la

Evil Guy with your gouging horn
Were you this evil when you were born?
Sha-la-la

He's got no idea of love
He wants to soil the virgin's glove
Sha-la-la

He sniffs the beauty of the rose
Just like cocaine into his nose
Sha-la-la

He just wants power over you
And when he's had it, then he's through

Evil guy, if you were me,
What kind of person would I be?
Sha-la-la

Embedded deep in someone else
I never could forget myself
Sha-la-la