walking in space
@ALBUM: Hair
Hair
The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical by Gerome Ragni and James Rado
Transcribed by David Pirmann (pirmann@cs.rutgers.edu)
Sources: I attempted to follow the "Original Broadway Cast" recording for the order of the songs and verses. Corrections and additional material from Ragni, Rado's "Hair" (Pocket Books, 1969); London 1993 production libretto, and various net people, coincidentally all from Europe! Peter Mendelsohn ba30@rummelplatz.uni-mannheim.de "Jan-Olov ]gren" Jan-Olov.Agren@lu.erisoft.se blom@rulrol.leidenuniv.nl (Harry Blom) "Hair" is a very free-form musical and this file does not represent a definitive version, if there even is such a thing. (The book "Hair" does not even begin to match up with the recording, made in the same year! Many changes have been made...)
Please mail corrections to pirmann@cs.rutgers.edu. Original 4 June 1993. Revised 10 December 1993.
@SONG: Aquarius
When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius!
Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more falsehoods or derisions Golding living dreams of visions Mystic crystal revalation And the mind's true liberation Aquarius! Aquarius!
When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius!
[Extra verses from London 1993 production]
As our hearts go beating through the night We dance unto the dawn of day To be the bearers of the water Our light will lead the way
We are the spirit of the age of Aquarius The Age of Aquarius
Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding Angelic illumination Rising firey constellation Travelling our starry courses Guided by the cosmic forces O care for us Aquarius
@SONG: Donna
Oh Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna
I just got back from looking for Donna San Francisco Psychedelic urchin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna
Have you seen My sixteen year old tattooed woman Heard a story She got busted for her beauty oh oh oh Oh oh!
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna
I've been to India and saw the yogi light (lie?) In South America the Indian smoke glows bright I'm reincarnated and so are we all And in this lifetime we'll rise Before we fall Before we fall
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna
And I'm going to show her Life on earth can be sweet Gonna lay my mutated head (self) at her feet And I'm gonna love her make love to her Till the sky turns brown I'm evolving I'm evolving Through the drugs That you put down
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna Looking for my Donna
Donna!
@SONG: Hashish
Hashish Cocaine Heroin Opium LSD DMT STP, BLT A&P, IRT APC, Alcohol Cigarettes, shoe polish and peyote Dexadrine, benzedrine, methedrine S-E-X and Y-O-U, Wow!
@SONG: Hasish [London 1993]
Hashish Marijuana Opium LSD peyote Thai stick and magical mushrooms and Organic mescaline, silly psylicibin [sic] Cannabis Sativa Alcohol, nicotine Cough syrup Shoe polish Quaaludes and valium Volcanic poppers and asprins Smoking banana skins S E X Y O U Wow!
@SONG: Sodomy/"Holy Orgy"
Sodomy Fellatio Cunnilingus Pederasty
Father, why do these words sound so nasty?
Masturbation Can be fun Join the holy orgy Kama Sutra Everyone!
@SONG: Colored Spade
I'm a Colored spade A nigger A black nigger A jungle bunny Jigaboo coon Pickaninny mau mau
Uncle Tom Aunt Jemima Little Black Sambo
Cotton pickin' Swamp guinea Junk man Shoeshine boy
Elevator operator Table cleaner at Horn & Hardart Slave voodoo Zombie Ubangi lipped
Flat nose Tap dancin' Resident of Harlem
And president of The United States of Love President of The United States of Love
(and if you ask him to dinner you're going to feed him:)
Watermelon Hominy grits An' shortnin' bread Alligator ribs Some pig tails Some black eyed peas Some chili Some collard greens
And if you don't watch out This boogie man will get you Booooooooo!
@SONG: Manchester England
Manchester England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me that's me
Claude Hooper Bukowski Finds that it's groovy To hide in a movie Pretends he's Fellini And Antonioni And also his countryman Roman Polanski All rolled into one One Claud Hooper Bukowski
Now that I've dropped out Why is life dreary dreary Answer my weary query Timothy Leary dearie
Oh Manchester England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me (that's he) That's me (that's he) That's me (that's he) That's me
@SONG: I'm Black/Ain't Got No
I'm black I'm black I'm pink I'm pink I'm Rinso white I'm in-vis-i-ble
SOLO VOICE OTHERS ANSWER Ain't got no home So Ain't got no shoes Poor Ain't got no money Honey Ain't got no class Common Ain't got no scarf Hot Ain't got no gloves Cold Ain't got no bed Beat Ain't got no pot Busted Ain't got no faith Catholic
Ain't got no mother Orphan Ain't got no culture Man Ain't got no friends Lucky Ain't got no schoolin' Dumb Ain't got no shine Dull Ain't got no underwear Bad Ain't got no soap Dirty Ain't got no A-Train Jump Ain't got no mind Lost it
Ain't got no smokes Shit Ain't got no job Lazy Ain't got no work Fine Ain't got no coins Broke Ain't got no pennies Beg Ain't got no girl/man Horny Ain't got no ticket Hustle Ain't got no token Walk Ain't got no God Good
[Extra verse from London, 1993]
Ain't got no father dead Ain't got no T.V. honest Ain't got no pizza starving Ain't got no gallo nervous Ain't got no sleep high Ain't got no rhythm white Ain't got no books lovely Ain't got no socks nasty Ain't got no sex ugly
@SONG: Dead End [London 1993]
Dead end Don't walk Keep out Red light Steep cliff Beware Mad dog Blind man Warning land mine High voltage line Don't make a pass Keep of the grass Detour Wet paint Hands off Dead end Men working Dead end No standing Dead end No parking Dead end No smoking Dead end No joking Dead end
No more suffering No more pain We gotta get on board that freedom train Give up that prejudice, hate It's a heartbreakin' load And all that violence and greed is stuff we don't need Oh it's gotta be the end of that old mean road It's a dead dead dead dead end My Friend
@SONG: I Believe In Love
I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love I believe that now is the time For all good men To believe in love I believe that now is the time For all good men to come to the aide of
My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty God saaaaave...
I believe in love...
What do we want? Peace And when do we want it? Now What do we want? Freedom And when do we want it? Now
Peace now freedom now Peace now freedom now
KKK What do we think is really great? To bomb, lynch and segregate
Black, white, yellow, red Copulate in a king size bed
Hey, hey, LBJ How many kids did you kill today?
Hell, no, we won't go Hell, no, we won't go
Peace now, freedom now..
@SONG: Ain't Got No (Reprise)
Ain't got no grass Can't take no trip Ain't got no acid Can't blow my mind Ain't got no clothes You're full of puss Ain't got no pad You're full of piss Ain't got no apples We got balls Ain't got no knife Can't cut you up Ain't got no guns We got bananas Ain't got no garbage White trash Ain't got no draft card Burned it burned it burned it
Ain't got no earth Ain't got no fun Ain't got no bike Ain't got no pimples Ain't got no trees Ain't got no air Ain't got no water City banjo toothpicks shoelaces teachers football telephone records doctor brother sister uniforms machine guns airplanes air force germs M-1 (bang bang bang) M-2 (bang bang bang) A bombs H bombs P bombs Q bombs Chinese checks Hindus Bindus Italianos Polacks Germans Youse Jews Ups and downs Vietnam, Johnson, high school, sex, coffee, books, food, scissors, magazines, news, cigarettes, cancer, LSD, 007S, Supermans, Batmans, Castros, subways, conedisons, Hollywood, napalm, Tuesday Weld, Burton-Taylor, pop art, pop off, popcorn, popsicle, Andy Warpop, pop paper, pop up, Popeye, poppers, lipstick, dresses, combs, glasses, leather, sandals, harmonicas, England, outer space, astronauts, Jesus, air, air, air, air, air, air...
@SONG: Air
Welcome! sulphur dioxide Hello! carbon monoxide The air, the air Is everywhere
Breath deep, while you sleep Breath deep
Bless you, alcohol bloodstream Save me, nicotine lung steam
Incense, incense Is in the air Breath deep, while you sleep Breath deep
Cataclysmic ectoplasm Fallout atomic orgasm Vapor and fume At the stone of my tomb Breathing like a sullen perfume Eating at the stone of my tomb
Welcome! sulphur dioxide Hello! carbon monoxide The air, the air Is everywhere
Breath deep, while you sleep Breath deep
Deep, deep, deep, cough cough
@SONG: Initials
LBJ took the IRT Down to 4th Street USA When he got there What did he see? The youth of America on LSD
LBJ IRT USA LSD
LSD LBJ FBI CIA
FBI CIA LSD LBJ
@SONG: I Got Life
I got life, mother I got laughs, sister I got freedom, brother I got good times, man
I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I got headaches and toothaches And bad times too Like you
I got my hair I got my head I got my brains I got my ears I got my eyes I got my nose I got my mouth I got my teeth I got my tongue I got my chin I got my neck I got my tits I got my heart I got my soul I got my back I got my ass I got my arms I got my hands I got my fingers Got my legs I got my feet I got my toes I got my liver Got my blood
I got my guts (I got my guts) I got my muscles (muscles) I got life (life) Life (life) Life (life) LIFE!
@SONG: Going Down
Me and Lucifer Lucifer and me Just like the angel that fell Banished forever to Hell Today have I been expelled From high school heaven
Elevator going down Going down
This is my doom, my humiliation October, not June And it's summer vacation Such a disgrace How can i face the nation? Why should this pain Bring me such strange elation?
Emancipation proclamation Oh Dr. Lincoln My head needs shrinkin' Lu lu lu lu lu lu Lucifer and me Doomed from here To e-ter-ni-ty!
Everybody going down down down Going down
Forgive me if I don't cry It's like the Fourth of July Thank God that angels can fly Going down down down
@SONG: Hair
She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy I'm hairy noon and night Hair that's a fright I'm hairy high and low Don't ask me why Don't know It's not for lack of break Like the Grateful Dead Darling
Gimme head with hair Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair Shoulder length or longer Here baby, there mama Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair
Let it fly in the breeze And get caught in the trees Give a home to the fleas in my hair A home for fleas A hive for bees A nest for birds There ain't no words For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder Of my...
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty Oily, greasy, fleecy Shining, gleaming, streaming Flaxen, waxen Knotted, polka-dotted Twisted, beaded, braided Powdered, flowered, and confettied Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!
Oh say can you see My eyes if you can Then my hair's too short
Down to here Down to there Down to where It stops by itself
They'll be ga ga at the go go When they see me in my toga My toga made of blond Brilliantined Biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it Hallelujah I adore it Hallelujah Mary loved her son Why don't my mother love me?
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair
@SONG: My Conviction
You know kids, I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to their teenagers and say kids, be free, be whatever you are, do whatever you want to do, just so long as you don't hurt anybody. And remember kids, I am your friend.
I would just like to say that it is my conviction That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations Of appearance are nothing more Than the male's emergence from his drab camoflage Into the gaudy plumage Which is the birthright of his sex
There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage And fine feathers are not proper for the male When ac------tually That is the way things are In most species
@SONG: Easy to be Hard
How can people be so heartless How can people be so cruel Easy to be hard Easy to be cold
How can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be proud Easy to say no
And especially people Who care about strangers Who care about evil And social injustice Do you only Care about the bleeding crowd? How about a needing friend? I need a friend
How can people be so heartless You know I'm hung up on you Easy to give in Easy to help out
And especially people Who care about strangers Who say they care about social injustice Do you only Care about the bleeding crowd How about a needing friend? I need a friend
How can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be hard Easy to be cold Easy to be proud Easy to say no
@SONG: Don't Put it Down
Om mane padme om On mane padme om Folding the flag means taking care of the nation. Folding the flag is putting it to bed for the night. I fell through a hole in the flag I'm falling through a hole in the flag Help!
Don't put it down Best one around Crazy for the red blue and white Crazy for the red blue and white
You look at me What do you see Crazy for the white red and blue Crazy for the white red and blue
Cause I look different You think I'm subversive Crazy for the blue white and red Crazy for the blue white and red
My heart beats true For the red white and blue Crazy for the blue white and red Crazy for the blue white and red And yellow fringe Crazy for the blue white red and yellow
@SONG: Frank Mills
I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address
He was last seen with his friend, A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles But he wears his hair Tied in a small bow at the back
I love him but it embarrasses me To walk down the street with him He lives in Brooklyn somewhere And wears this white crash helmet
He has gold chains on his leather jacket And on the back is written the names Mary And Mom And Hell's Angels
I would gratefully Appreciate it if you see him tell him I'm in the park with my girlfriend And please
Tell him Angela and I Don't want the two dollars back Just him!
@SONG: Be-in
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rame Rama Rama Hare Hare
Love love Love love Drop out Drop out Be in Be in
Take trips get high Laugh joke and good bye Beat drum and old tin pot I'm high on you know what Marijuana marijuana Juana juana mari mari High high high high Way way up here Ionosphere
Beads, flowers, freedom, happiness Beads, flowers, freedom, happiness
@SONG: Where Do I Go?
Where do I go Follow the river Where do I go Follow the gulls
Where is the something Where is the someone That tells me why I live and die
Where do I go Follow the children Where do I go Follow their smiles
Is there an answer In their sweet faces That tells me why I live and die
Follow the wind song Follow the thunder Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes
Down to the gutter Up to the glitter Into the city Where the truth lies
Where do I go Follow my heartbeat Where do I go Follow my hand
Where will they lead me And will I ever Discover why I live and die
Why do I live (beads, flowers) Why do I die (freedom, happiness) Tell my why (beads, flowers) Tell me where (freedom, happiness) Tell my why (beads, flowers) Tell me why (freedom!)
@SONG: Electric Blues
Tell me who do you love man? Tell me what man? Tell me what's it you love man?
An old fashioned melody
Tell me what's it that moves you? Tell me what's it that grooves you?
An old fashioned melody But old songs leave you dead We sell our souls for bread
We're all encased in sonic armor Beltin' it out through chrome grenades Miles and miles of medusan chord The electronic sonic boom
It's what's happening baby it's where it's at daddy
They chain ya and brainwash ya When you least suspect it They feed ya mass media The age is electric
I got the electric blues I got the electric blues
Thwump... rackety... whomp Rock... folk rock... rhythm and blues Electronics explodin'... rackety-clack Thwump... rackety... whomp Plugged in... turned on
We're all encased in sonic armor Beltin' it out through chrome grenades Miles and miles of medusan chord The electronic sonic boom
It's what's happening baby it's where it's at daddy
They chain ya and brainwash ya When you least suspect it They feed ya mass media The age is electric
I got the electric blues I got the electric blues
@SONG: Black Boys
Black boys are delicious Chocolate flavored love Licorice lips like candy Keep my cocoa handy I have such a sweet tooth When it comes to love
Once I tried a diet Of quiet, rest, no sweets But I went nearly crazy And I went clearly crazy Because I really craved for My chocolate flavored treats
Black boys are nutritious Black boys fill me up Black boys are so damn yummy They satisfy my tummy I have such a sweet tooth When it comes to love Black black black black black black black black Black boys
@SONG: White Boys
White boys are so pretty Skin as smooth as milk White boys are so pretty Hair like Chinese silk
White boys give me goose bumps White boys give me chills When they touch my shoulder That's the touch that kills
Well, my momma calls 'em lilies I call 'em Piccadillies My daddy warns me stay away I say come on out and play
White boys are so groovy White boys are so tough Every time that they're near me I just can't get enough
White boys are so pretty White boys are so sweet White boys drive me crazy Drive me indiscreet
White boys are so sexy Legs so long and lean Love those sprayed-on trousers Love the love machine
My brother calls 'em rubble That's my kind of trouble My daddy warns me "no no no" But I say "White boys go go go"
White boys are so lovely Beautiful as girls I love to run my fingers And toes through all their curls
Give me a tall A lean A sexy A sweet A pretty A juicy White boy
Black boys! White boys! Black boys! White boys!
Mixed media!
@SONG: Walking in Space
Doors locked (doors locked) Blinds pulled (blinds pulled) Lights low (lights low) Flames high (flames high)
My body (my body) My body
My body (my body) My body
My body Is walking in space My soul is in orbit With God face to face
Floating, flipping Flying, tripping
[ from the book:] Tripping from Pottsville to Mainline Tripping from Mainline to Moonville
[ from London 1993:] Tripping from Potsville to Starlight ["pot"sville] Tripping from Starlight to Moonville
On a rocket to The Fourth Dimension Total self awareness The intention
My mind is as clear as country air I feel my flesh, all colors mesh
Red black Blue brown Yellow crimson Green orange Purple pink Violet white White white White white White white
All the clouds are cumuloft Walking in space Oh my God your skin is soft I love your face
How dare they try to end this beauty? How dare they try to end this beauty?
To keep us under foot They bury us in soot Pretending it's a chore To ship us off to war
In this dive We rediscover sensation In this dive We rediscover sensation
Walking in space We find the purpose of peace The beauty of life You can no longer hide
Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Wide wide wide!
@SONG: Abie Baby
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all, and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves. Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves.
Four score I said four score and seven years ago Oh sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the time! Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathers Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation Concieved, conceived like we all was In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love I mean dedicated to the proposition That all men, honey, I tell you all men Are created equal
Happy birthday, Abie baby, Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, Abie baby, Happy birthday to you Bang! Bang? Ha ha. Shit, I'm not dying for no white man. (Tell it like it is, baby.)
@SONG: All You Have To Do [London 1993]
All you have to do Is give up all desires All you have to do Is say Om Stay home Say Om
Everyone should be Buddha
We are all one No more war toys Use high octane And feel the tiger in your tank
Hustling is an honest profession
Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee Blessed art thou among women And blessed is the fruit of thy womb (of the loom) Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners Now and at the hour of our death
@SONG: Three-Five-Zero-Zero
Ripped open by metal explosion Caught in barbed wire Fireball Bullet shock Bayonet Electricity Shrapnel Throbbing meat Electronic data processing Black uniforms Bare feet, carbines Mail-order rifles Shoot the muscles 256 Viet Cong captured 256 Viet Cong captured
Prisoners in Niggertown It's a dirty little war Three Five Zero Zero Take weapons up and begin to kill Watch the long long armies drifting home
@SONG: What A Piece of Work is Man
What a piece of work is man How noble in reason How infinite in faculties In form and moving How express and admirable In action how like an angel In apprehension how like a god The beauty of the world The paragon of animals
I have of late But wherefore I know not Lost all my mirth This goodly frame The earth Seems to me a sterile promontory This most excellent canopy The air-- look you! This brave o'erhanging firmament This majestical roof Fretted with golden fire Why it appears no other thing to me Than a foul and pestilent congregation Of vapors
What a piece of work is man How noble in reason
How dare they try to end this beauty? How dare they try to end this beauty?
Walking in space We find the purpose of peace The beauty of life You can no longer hide
Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Wide wide wide!
@SONG: Good Morning Starshine
Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below
Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song
Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song
Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below
Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song
Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song
Singing a song Humming a song Singing a song Loving a song Laughing a song Singing a song Sing the song Song song song sing Sing sing sing sing song
[Extra verse, London 1993]
Good morning starshine The universe rings With milky way music Our blue planet sings Good morning starshine And someday so strong They'll hear the song we sang Our early morning singing song
@SONG: The Bed
Oh the bed Oooh the bed Ahhh the bed Oh the bed Mmmm the bed I love the bed
You can lie in bed You can lay in bed You can die in bed You can pray in bed You can live in bed You can laugh in bed You can give your heart Or break your heart in half in bed
You can tease in bed You can please in bed You can squeeze in bed You can freeze in bed You can sneeze in bed Catch the fleas in bed All of these Plus eat crackers and cheese in bed
Oh the bed is a thing Of feather and spring Of wire and wood Invention so good
Oh the bed comes complete With pillow and sheet With blanket electric And breath antiseptic
Let there be sheets Let there be beds Foam rubber pillows Under our heads
Let there be sighs Filling the room Scanty pajamas By Fruit of the Loom
You can eat in bed You can beat in bed Be in heat in bed Have a treat in bed You can rock in bed You can roll in bed Find your cock in bed Lose your soul in bed
You can lose in bed You can win in bed But never never never never Never never never never Never never never Never can you sin in bed!
@SONG: The Flesh Failures/Let the Sunshine In
We starve-look At one another Short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere Inside something there is a rush of Greatness Who knows what stands in front of Our lives I fashion my future on films in space Silence Tells me secretly Everything Everything
Manchester England England Manchester England England Eyes look your last Across the Atlantic Sea Arms take your last embrace And I'm a genius genius And lips oh you the doors of breath I believe in God Seal with a righteous kiss And I believe that God believes in Claude Seal with a righteous kiss That's me, that's me, that's me The rest is silence The rest is silence The rest is silence
Singing Our space songs on a spider web sitar Life is around you and in you Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Let the sunshine Let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine Let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine Let the sunshine in The sun shine in...
@SONG: Exanaplanetooch [1969 script]
Exanaplanetooch A planet in another galaxy Exanaplanetooch A place where all the people look like me
A planet where the air is pure The river waters crystal bright The sky is green And in the night Twelve golden moons Provide the light
The buildings in the cities Shaped like hills Made of black and green And blue and yellow glass With rivers running through them Crystal bright
Swim in the water Drink from the rivers Total beauty, total health Every man's an artist and a scientist-philosopher No government and no police No wars, no crime, no hate Just happiness and love
Fulfillment of each man's potential And ambition With ever-widening horizons
Exanaplanetooch A planet in another galaxy Exanaplanetooch Would you like to go back with me
@SONG: The Climax [1969 script]
I reached it He reached it You reached it We all reached the climax
I loved it He loved it You loved it We all loved the climax
Fasten your seatbelts Hang on tup-ight Approaching for landing And everything turns out delightfully right
I've had it He's had it You've had it We've all had the climax
This is the turning point Funny But by the end Bitter and serious and deadly
@SONG: Dead End [1969 script]
Dead end Don't walk Keep out Red light
Steep cliff Beware Mad dog Blind man
Warning land mine High voltage line Don't make a pass Keep of the grass
Detour Wet paint Hands off Dead end
Sharp curve Steep hill Danger One-way
Emergency Exit Only Only
Warning markers hidden Loitering forbitten All trespassers will be shot Claude loves Sheila-- he better love her not
Wet paint Hands off Keep out Dead end
Men working Dead end No standing Dead end
No parking Dead end No smoking Dead end
No joking Dead end My friend
@SONG: Sheila Franklin [1969 script]
Sheila Franklin Second semester NYU And she's a protester
She loves protests in the park Like he said: She's Joan of Arc Voices and all Sheila Franklin
@SONG: Claudine Hooper Bukowski [1969 script]
Lift your skirt, point your tow Volunteer for the USO Bake cookies and pies for our guys
Your legs, shave the hair off Your eyebrows, pluck 'em Refuse to take your underwear off And if they make you pucker your lips up and puck 'em
You'll forget your Ruby Tuesday You'll forget Michelle your belle As for Lovely Rita Meter Maid Well she can go to hell Even Mother Sweet cannot compete With the neatest piece we've seen Claudine Hooper Bukowski She's the Queen of the United States Marines Nervous Nellie