Freak Street by Roy Harper Lyrics

Greek Street
Freak suite
I'll moonbathe on your grassy banks
Walk the ever endless planks
Of screwing you

Electric trees and photographs
Of mummy's one-time blue-eyed one
In birthday suit and tinsel bristols
Oh what exclamation marks
The difference of their lives
Running unseen down the years and tears
Everyone has fallen

Greek Street
Freak suite
One hand clapping
To the sound of no feet tapping
Jing-a-ling a neon desert storm of tin can shabbiness
Poison like second-hand confetti sharing hollowness
Cigarettes and lipstick, cakey makeup
Natter happy flattering
Newcastle brown, thistle down, floating round
Floating round
Floating round
Won't you come with me?
I'm going to Soho
To float like a yoyo
As stoned as I don't know what hit me
Today is forever

Won't you ask if you can play
And we'll roll in the hay
Smoke all day
Drag the world down on top of us
Raving away

Won't you come with me?
We'll all sing together
Fade into the canvas of colour
In every brush-stroke of picture
We're painting