Charlie Parker lived in vain
Blasphemer, womaniser,
Let a needle numb his brain
Wash away his monkey music
Damn his demons, Damn his pain
And what's the point of Albert Einstein
What do we need Physics for?
Heresy's his inspiration
Corrupt and rotten to the core
Curse his devious mathematics
Curse his deadly atom war
There's a message on the wind
Calling me to glory somewhere
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to Heaven
I won't realise I'm there
Shakespeare, Isaac Newton
Small ideas for little boys
Adding to the senseless chatter
Adding to the background noise
Hard to hear my oratory
Hard to hear my inner voice
Van gogh, Botticelli
Scraping paint onto a board
Colour is the fuel of madness
That's no way to praise the Lord
Grey's the colour of the pious
Knelt upon the misericord
There's a message on the wind
Calling me to glory somewhere
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to Heaven
I won't realise I'm there
I'm familiar with the cover
I don't need to read the book
I police the world of action
Inside's where I never look
Got no time to help the worthless
Lotus-eaters, Mandarins, crooks
There's a message on the wind
Calling me to glory somewhere
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to Heaven
I won't realise I'm there
God never listened to Charlie Parker Charlie Parker lived in vain Blasphemer, womaniser, Let a needle numb his brain Wash away his monkey music Damn his demons, Damn his pain And what's the point of Albert Einstein What do we need Physics for? Heresy's his inspiration Corrupt and rotten to the core Curse his devious mathematics Curse his deadly atom war There's a message on the wind Calling me to glory somewhere There are signs too deep for the dumb Like perfume in the air And when I get to Heaven I won't realise I'm there Shakespeare, Isaac Newton Small ideas for little boys Adding to the senseless chatter Adding to the background noise Hard to hear my oratory Hard to hear my inner voice Van gogh, Botticelli Scraping paint onto a board Colour is the fuel of madness That's no way to praise the Lord Grey's the colour of the pious Knelt upon the misericord There's a message on the wind Calling me to glory somewhere There are signs too deep for the dumb Like perfume in the air And when I get to Heaven I won't realise I'm there I'm familiar with the cover I don't need to read the book I police the world of action Inside's where I never look Got no time to help the worthless Lotus-eaters, Mandarins, crooks There's a message on the wind Calling me to glory somewhere There are signs too deep for the dumb Like perfume in the air And when I get to Heaven I won't realise I'm there Explain Request ×
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