I'm fucking famous enough.
I don't need all that boring celebrity stuff
when I walk down the street
all the people I meet
say "hey mate, your fucking famous enough".
Some people want limosines or rolls royces
but these are not my personal choices
when I get on the bus
they say hey you're just one of us
and your fucking famous enough.
When I rocked into Bologna
the Italians all said good on ya
We're so glad that your here
and you brought your musical gear
Oh you're fucking famous enough.
Now I don't want mass adulation
i'd much rather acheive self realisation
when I do what I do,
let's keep it just between me and you
Oh I'm fucking famous enough
I can imagine nothing more perfectly ghastly
than to be persued by a pack of .papaprazzi
for there's an awful flip side to fame
and the prize is not worth the game
No, I'm fucking fucking famous enough.
Now it's good to have respect from your peers
but one thing I've learnt thru the years
if you want to stay free
you must make it your destiny
to be just fucking famous enough
I'm fucking famous enough.
I don't need all that boring celebrity stuff
when I walk down the street
all the people I meet
say You're fucking famous enough.
It's either in you or it's not,
you got to take advantage of every gift you got
and if the gift you've got
means that you've got to sing
if you want do it well you got to give it everything
oh I woke up this morning saw it written in the sky
said man is merely mortal but the blues ain't never gonna die.
Well some people can and some other people can't,
some people are born poets and other people aren't
Some people hold it in and some others let it all hang out
some people like to sing and some others merely shout
But there's one thing that nobody can deny
oh, man is merely mortal but the blues ain't never gonna die.
Intolerable pain and incurable diseases,
malignant tumours of the brain and chronic emphysemic wheezes.
a body wracked by excruciating twinges,
your memory is gone your mind is flapping on its hinges.
and as you contemplate what the future holds in store
you know the fruit that once was sweet is now rotten to the core
and every hour of every passing day
is just a portent of the power of the elemental tendency to chaos and decay.
the moving finger writes but in the end it's just a scribble
and the stream of life dries up to just an intermittent dribble
Sometimes in darker moments you wish you could be blessed
by a sudden massive terminal cardiac arrest.
or will you fall one day to a silent paroxsysm
the victim of an unanticipated partial aneurism
which will leave you paralysed in some dreary nursing home
where you'll face your final moments neglected and alone
and every hour of every passing day
is just a portent of the power of the elemental tendency to chaos and decay.
and the days turn into months and the months turn into years
and you wonder how much longer you can endure this worldly vale of tears
for you know that close before you lies that point of no return
you've got nothing left to hope for and nothing left to learn
you're up to your neck in the rising sands of time
and in this crazy world we live in that suicide's a crime
and every hour of every passing day
is just a portent of the power of the elemental tendency to chaos and decay.
I love my little thing,
all the pleasure it can bring
It makes me want to sing
I love my little thing
I couldn't give a fig
if it isn't very big
it gets me through the gig
I love my little thing
Some people love their cars
some people love their shiny bass guitars,
I just thank my lucky stars
I got my lovely little thing.
Now size can be receptive
and I don't want to be suggestive
but if you make yourself receptive
you'll learn to love my little thing.
It only cost me 20 bucks
O what a stroke of luck
I love to stroke and strum and pluck
my lovely little thing
I love my little thing,
all the pleasure it can bring
It makes me want to sing
I love my little thing
Got a message the other day,
it came from beyond the stars above,
said that you're too old for happiness
you're to old for love
you're headed to oblivion where the moon and sun don't shine
in the place that you are going to there'll be no sense of me or mine.
but in the time that you have left to you before you reach your end
these thoughts I will transmit to you
pass them on my friend
You gotta play
you might as well play
play all the way to the grave
It's been our sad fate my children to have been born in evil times,
the most innocent amongst us have been compl;icit in great crimes.
Now the Khrisnas say to chant
but I follow Shiva's way
in this dreadful Kali Yuga what else can one do but play
You gotta play
you might as well play
play all the way to the grave
Prophet of doom
There's an awful lot of people out there,
They've all got a different point of view
some people think like him or her and some people think like you
but there's one position that's been passed down through the ages
it's a perspective that's been held by many fools and saints and sages.
There'll always be room
for a prophet of doom
all you positive thinkers
take off those rose coloured blinkers
and prepare your synapses
for when the whole thing collapses
It's all gonna crash
All your cash will be gone in a flash
Your most cherished of dreams gonna end up nothing but ash
and then where will you be?
You would have done much better relaxing under a nice shady tree.
It's okay to be consumed by irrational fear
for if the end isn't nigh it's certainly near
All those things that you've spent your entire life doing
they're all gonna end up in that old rack and ruin.
It's all gonna crash
All your cash will be gone in a flash
Your most cherished of dreams gonna end up nothing but ash
and then where will you be?
You would have done much better relaxing under a nice shady tree.
Catastrophe calamity cataclysm and disaster
Gonna show humanity who's servant and who's master,
chaos, upheaval and global thermonuclear war,
you can try to put them out of you're mind but you just can't quite ignore.
that its' all gonna smash, it's all gonna burn
there'll be fire and ash wherever we turn,
and then where will you be?
Well just remember that the Buddha spent many years mediating under a nice
shady tree
