The sun is almost down
And we are both enjoying the sound
Of the ocean softly brushing against the land
We are sleeping you and me
With a smell of tulip tree
Under the starry sky on a romantic balcony
But a pain inside my chest wakes me up
The truth is slowly spreading on the
Smokey battlefield
I am bleeding from my heart and I
I feel so tired
I guess I have to rest for a while
High above this world
Missing your love
High above this world
Missing your love
I can see your face in tears
When you so far away from here
Read the messages from the war
“The battle took one moreâ€ÂÂ
I wanna tell nurse a secret
My lips won’t move
Oh she really looks like you
High (nothing can touch us now)
Above (no one t tell us how)
This world (I’m sorry for the soldiers)
Missing your love
(Who are still alive in the war)
High (nothing can touch us now)
Above (no one t tell us how)
This world (I’m sorry for the soldiers)
Missing your love
(Who are still alive in the war)
High (nothing can touch us now)
Above (no one t tell us how)
This world (I’m sorry for the soldiers)
Missing your love
(Who are still alive in the war)
Hey you
I wanna live
I don’t’ wanna be a wounded soldier
Don’t wanna let your face grow older
Hey you
Take me to the ocean
Take me to the smell of tulip tree
To the romantic balcony
Hey youFrank Zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Johnny "Guitar" Watson (guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Turn and turn
Turn and turn
We're turning again
Turn and turn
Turn and turn
We're turning again
They took a whole bunch of acid
So they could see where it's at
(It's over there, over there,
Over there, over there
And underneath also)
They lived on a whole bunch of nothing
They thought they looked very good
They'd never ever worry
They were always in a hurry
To convince themselves that what they were
Was really very groovy
Yes, they believed in all the papers
And the magazines that defined their folklore
They could never laugh
At who or what they thought they were
Or even what they thought
They sorta oughta be
They were totally empty
(Totally empty)
And their lives were really useless
So what the fuck?
They didn't have no sense of humor
Now they got nothing left
To laugh about
Including themselves
Turn and turn
Turn and turn
We're turning again
Turn and turn
Turn and turn
We're turning again
They were mellow
They were yellow
They were wearing smelly blankets
They looked like Donovan fans
They walkin' 'round
With stupid flowers
In they hair and everywhere
They tried to stuff 'em up the guns
Of all the cops
And other servants of the law
Who tried to push 'em around
And later moved 'em down
But they were full of all that shit
That they believed in
So what the fuck?
(What the fuck?)
Now I've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands
On the weekend
And they get loaded
When they came to town
They walked around in Greenwich Village
To buy posters they could hang up
In them smelly litt