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DOGSTAR STARCHILDE

I would like to know how you feel about me,
I would like to know how you feel about Dogstar,

How do you feel
How do you feel
How do you feel
How do you feel about Dogstar?

Sir could you give me a ride to the station?
All this interaction with civilization
What would you like to hear on your tapedeck,
All I've got here is this autographed copy of Dogstar,

I would like to know how you feel about me,
I would like to have coffee with Keanu Reeves,
Would you like to know how I feel about you?
Would you like to know how I feel about Dogstar?

NOTE: The debate still rages on as to whether 'Starchild' should be spelled with an 'e' at the end: 'Dogstar Starchilde'. The 'e' adds a cosmic, mythical touch, conjuring (in my mind) images of elves drinking from goblets, bards serving wooden mugs of mead, and a glowing infant with a bulbous head floating somewhere above us, watching, waiting.

LORNA

Lorna, don't judge me by me accent,
I'm changing, you can see it in my drawings
Just clarify if you called me a bloody poofter
No matter, I can still name all the royals,
Charles, Diana, Fergie too,

Lorna, your queen's still on my quarter,
No matter, it's all just shillings to you,
I'll visit and you'll take me on a foxhunt,
Tell me is the IRA still sore?
Ever heard of the FLQ?

Take me on a Foxhunt,

We won't speak of Mounties or cops without pistols,
The shores of Killarny, Alberta or Bristol,
We won't speak of Cartiere, Cabot or crumpets,
Knickers and lumber, monarchs and syrup,

Lorna, you roll 'em and I'll smoke 'em,
Is TV just as bad as it is here,
I'll trade you gray rainfall for a snowstorm,
An exchange of bangers, mash and beer,

Take me on a foxhunt.....


INDISCRETIONS

I start strumming these strings
And then I start to sing
But it always comes out 'I love you',

Dying in this monkey house,
Holding love inside my mouth,
Try to find a way inside,
Showed a man my horror-heart, he died,
I try to be a better man,

You skip-damn-skippy,
When diggin' at your roots starts getting kind of trippy, Rakin' leaves by night, burnin' grass all day,
Livin' life as a lunatic and doing OK,
Singin' and bringin', articulate nothin',
Yeast on my brain and I stick it in the oven,
Cookin' and bakin', jivin' and shakin',
Eight-track love's got me sticky and tricky,
I wait,

(CHORUS)
We all got love so pass it around,
Make it and break it while I make my sound,

I'm asking strangers for advice,
Everyone wants to be nice,
They all say 'I love you',

Chokin' on a lovely bone,
Happy here inside my home,
You think you help a man decide,
I showed a man your photograph, he sighed,
I try to be a little boy,

You laugh, it ain't funny,
My eyes turn red 'cause I'm burnin' all my money,
With a wishin' bone found all the water I need,
Your lovin' helps me helps my garden grow green,
I'm packin', I'm rollin' all across the nation,
Fired by my heart for insubordination,
Stick it to the man when it comes your turn
Or just sit back and let your mind's eye burn...