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REEFER MADNESS Open your eyes, you'll get a surprise, evil is sweeping the nation, It's killing your sons and what merely stuns Your daughters are out for sensation When they turn on their morals are gone They don't really know what they're doing It's a teenage malaise, a dangerous craze Leading the bodies to ruin Reefer madness has stolen all their souls Reefer madness is right out of control Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll Marijuana mushroom is stalking the streets He knows what he's up to, he knows what he eats He gobbles your body and spits out your mind If you don't believe me then you must be blind Reefer madness has stolen all their souls Reefer madness is right out of control Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll Marijuana's real enough Marijuana's real enough Marijuana's real enough One night I was smoking dope... When I looked at my hand, and I saw that I had eleven fingers... One of these fingers fell from my hand... onto the carpet, crawled across the floor... up on my shelf, inside my piggy bank and stole my stash, stole my stash, stole my stash.... Reefer madness has stolen their souls Reefer madness is right out of control Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll. STEPPENWOLF - illustrated + sound KERB CRAWLER Synchro mesh gear box, overhead cams Mohair motorised wolf, lying 'round looking for lambs Power assisted steering, eight track stereo Leopard skin upholstery, FM radio Kerb crawler, white side-walls with grooves Kerb crawler, so fast he hardly moves Kerb crawler, he really approves of your High heels clicking like a web of cloven hooves Excuse me lady are you looking for a lift I ain't going nowhere special I'm just out on a drift I'll take you anywhere you want Drop you outside your door I might burn us down the autobahn With my foot right through the floor (Chorus repeat) Adagio insect in the sky scraper shade He's a night city mantis In the neon parade (2x) BACK ON THE STREETS I took a ride in that elevator I was heading for the 99th floor In less than just a split second later I was standing right outside of that door She looked out at me from her video screen And she said come in and please take a seat That's when I was back on the streets Back on the streets, back on the streets again (2x) The Business plans says on this contract To make you a super-nova exploding star The galaxies will shake with your impact You'll make everything on earth a bazaar Just sign on this line and drink your wine The universe is in for a treat That's when I was back on the streets Back on the streets, back on the streets again (2x) Feel the concrete under my feet I'm freer than a cheat and I'll be Back on the street again Back on the street.....

SPIRIT OF THE AGE these lines originate from 2 of Calvert's poems, written a few years earlier; the first part comes from The Starfarer's Dispatch - the 2nd one from The Clone's poem - illustrated plus sound file. I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my return to earth But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead by the time I returned to earth My time held dreams were full of you as you were then still underage Your android replica is playing up again but it's no joke When she comes she moans another's name But that's the spirit of the age, that's the spirit of the age I am a clone, I am not alone Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the others Everything I say is in the same tone as my test tube brother's voice And there's no choice between us, if you'd ever seen us you would rejoice in your uniqueness And consider every weakness something special of your own Being a clone I have no faults to identify Even this doggerel that flows from my pen Has just been written by another twenty telepathic men All word for word - it says: "Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a battery hen". DAMNATION ALLEY I've got the serum and I'm going to take it All the way to Boston, I've got to get through The going won't be easy, but I'm going to make it It's the only thing I'm cut out to do Ride the post-atomic radioactive trash The sky's on fire from that nuclear flash Diving through the burning hoop of doom in an eight wheeled anti-radiation tomb Thank you Dr. Strangelove for going do-lally and leaving us the heritage of Damnation Alley No more Arizona, now Phoenix is fried up Oklahoma City what a pity it's gone Louisiana delta where the Mississip's dried up No more Chatanooga, Cherokee or Lexington Radiation wasteland, radiation wasteland Ashes coming at me now, craters coming at me now Radiation wasteland, I've got an anti-radiation machine Thanks you Dr. Strangelove, I said thanks you Dr. Strangelove For giving me ashes and post-atomic dust The sky is raining fishes it's a mutation zoo Going down Damnation Alley, well good luck to you Good luck to you now Armor plated angel, motor-pony express Armor plated angel, motor-pony express Going down Damnation Alley it's one hell of a mess FABLE OF A FAILED RACE Our legends tell we came from a seed That travelled at a whirlwind speed Til it came to rest upon this land That once was green and is now all sand That buried us up to our eyes And made us watchers of the skies Til the shadow wings came for our sight And left us to conspire with night. QUARK, STRANGENESS AND CHARM - illustrated + sound Hassan I Sabha - (aka. "Assassins of Allah") Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashishin Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Death unto all infidels, in oil Guide us o thou genie of the smoke Lead us to a thousand and one nights In the perfumed gardens of delight Petro-dollar Petro-dollar Petrol-D'allah Petrol-D'allah Petro-dollar Petro-dollar Petro-dollar It is written in the soul of the desert It is written in the signs in the stars It is written in the sands of the hour-glass It is written It is written in the eye of the falcon It is written in the shade of the scorpion It is written in the wealth of the sun It is written It is written that man's truth is a mirage It is written that death is an oasis It is written for all unbelievers It is written DAYS OF THE UNDERGROUND In visions of acid we saw through delusion and brainbox pollution, we knew we were right. The streets were our oyster, we smoked durban poison and we turned all the noise on, we knew how to fight. We dropped out and tuned in, we spoke secret jargon and we did not bargain for what we had found In the days of the underground. We believed in Guevera, we saw that head held up and our anger welled up, but we kept it cool. No need for machine guns 'cause the system was crumbling our leaders were fumbling, while we broke every rule. We saw them on T.V. they'd blown their cover and we tried to smother their voices with sound In the days of the underground. Whatever happened to those chromium heroes, are there none of them still left around, since the days of the underground? Now we can look back at the heroes we were then, we made quite a stir with our sonic attack, street-fighting dancers, the assassins of silence, with make-believe violence, on a hundred watt stack. They offered us contracts, but we said "we don't need 'em", we just took our freedom we will not be bound In the days of the underground. And some of us made it but not smiling Michael, his black motorcycle got eaten by rust. And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the wheel, but when he woke it was real, too late to have sussed. And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray can on walls, saying "Hey man, I believe we have drowned" In the days of the underground.

Over the Top - intro - stage chat: This is a very heavy microphone stand. No queen could manage this - I tell you that. This is a real man's microphone stand here Dave... Where d'you got these stands from? They're really heavy - So are you. Well we're gonna do something really heavy in a minute. Like - fall off the stage on top of you, With about two hundred weight of iron in my hand. You're a very tiny person, aren't you? You're all very tiny down there. You know, when I'm up here, I feel so big and mighty, I feel like I'm the Master - Of the - Universe. You made me feel like that, And now, it's almost true. Just wait and see what we do. All in a day's work, all in, all in. All in a day's work, all in, all in. All in a day's work, all in all. I would rather the fire storms of atmospheres Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dreams, into the starkness of the capsule. Where two of our crew still lay suspended cool in their tombs of sleep. Those nagging choirs of memory the tubes and wires worming from their flesh to machinery I would have to cut Such midwifery is but one function of the leader here Floating in a sac of fluid dark A clear century of space Away from Earth While one man stares from the trauma of his birth Attending to the hypno-tapes Assuring him that this was reality however grim Our journey's end Landing itself was nothing We touched upon a shelf of rock selected by the automind And left a galaxy of dreams behind..... And it's all a fable for fountains now. It's all a fable for fountains now. It's all a fable for fountains now. All your childhood dreams, are available For fountains now, For fountains now, Now now, Now now now, Fountains, fountains, All going up in fountains, fountains. And just a minute now. When you look into my eyes, You're looking at your own reflection. And all you see is your disguise You wear for your own protection. So don't go telling me that you know just when to stop, When to stop. You know you`re going over the top. Over the top. It's over the top. Over the top. Hey he's going, over the top. Over the top, alright here it goes... In 1916, They dug the trenches. We don't need them; We have our own defences. We don't need no officers to blow no whistle and scream "Come on you guys wake up out of your dream And follow me Cos I'm going - Over the top. Over the top. Follow me over the top. Here he goes now, Your country needs you." Hey Kitchener, don't you know that moustaches went out with the Beatles? Give me white feather! Give me white feather! Give me white feather! Hung upon the wire. (2x) Hung upon the wire. Strung on barbed wire. Strung on barbed wire. Goodbye genocide.

PSI Power - illustrated + sound FLYING DOCTOR at performances Calvert usually dedicated this song to all the Australians... He sneaks through the door of the surgery He's got the drug cabinet key He did something funny and he tied up his arm It's just the Flying Doctor, no cause for alarm He sprinkled out a powder, and spread out a line He sniffed it up his nostrils, and he's feeling so fine Feeling so fine, feels like he's flyin' Feeling so fine, feels like he's flyin' His receptionist saw him, it certainly shocked 'er She said 'Look out, you'd better duck, here comes the Flying Doctor' Out in the outback there's been an outbreak And the Flying Doctor's got nothing to take He went to the cabinet and the cabinet was bare His eyes dilated, you can see by his stare Called up his base on the radio He said "My supplies are running low They're running low you can see where they go. They're running low I see where they go Out in the outback in my Percival Proctor" Look out you'd better duck, here comes the Flying Doctor He's got the cabinet key, the cabinet key, the cabinet key "This is the Flying Doctor calling Walla Walla Base. Walla Walla Base come in please? I want to talk to you about my drug situation - the drug supply's getting rather, rather tight - about as tight as a kangaroo's Khyber, I'd say!" Cabinet key Wake up one, two, three, four A Sheila in the bush by a coolibah tree Needed an urgent appendectomy The Flying Doctor arrived, a true Australian Performed the operation with a sardine can He made a rough incision and tried to chew it out He had no anaesthetic so she started to shout. She started to shout, when he was chewing it out. She started to shout, he tried to chew it right out. He balled up his fist and scientifically socked 'er Look out, you'd better duck, here comes the Flying Doctor. Cabinet key, cabinet key, cabinet key... FREE FALL Before you jump you wear the frown Of someone who is starting, There's no up there's only down The other fear of falling All you need to do is take one step into the sky Give yourself to gravity Give that another try In free fall, free fall The wind will take your frightened face And force your mouth to smile While destiny is on your case The gods look up your file The clouds are coming at you Like a host of angel's wings At thirty seconds of freedom's sweat You've cut the puppet's strings In free fall, free fall THE ONLY ONES Icarus flew too near the sun Into the blue his red wax did run He fell to the earth and sealed the scroll The daredevil angels our luck would unfold They are the only ones The chosen only ones They are the only ones who are free Half-human half-bird ascending so high No whisper is heard from deep in the sky On wings they climb, they beat and they soar Through space and time toward heaven's door In chariots of fury and flame We head for above to stake out our claim With radioscopes, electronic eyes We scan for our hopes in different skies (ONLY) THE DEAD DREAMS OF THE COLD WAR KID If he blows his cover he might blow the lid So he stays in the shadows like he always did Deep in his trenchcoat secret papers are hid It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid In a town by the wall the machine gunners wait To type out the orders that seal his fate Deep in the shadows where he always hid It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Secret career in counter espionage Covering his face with clever camouflage Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Railway hotel with gun oil on the sheets The man at the harbour waited in the streets It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid THE AGE OF THE MICRO MAN It's the age of the Micro Man, who sees the detail but never the plan It's the time of the tiny creep, who pulls the levers while he falls asleep Twenty five years of social research It's the age of the insect man who pushes buttons and takes back the can It's the age of the Micro Man who sees the detail but never the plan Twenty five years of social research Twenty five years of social research