Edgar Broughton Band There's No Vibrations, But Wait!
There's no vibrations – but wait
Out of the night crept the words that had been lying behind the dusty doors
And things that should be there, anywhere
As long as long as the cigarette smoke
Curls up not down from the ashtray, soon be day
Negative - Negative
That kid picture I'd like the negative
Name your price kid
Negative - Negative
All these words and the traitor waits to go home
I'm not?
I'll be what I want –
He said digging those dusty words coming through the door from downstairs
Negative - Negative
The bent man's mind lies inside the head
On the ground floor where ya know the rats have bin – Kid beware, he's everywhere
The picture says things, I want the negative kid
The man's mind is now walking up the stairs
If he's like they say – all four of ‘em
Inside his head riding on top of that hill of a helluva body
Let me look speaks cultured word wizened
Tongue frigged up now he has to suck up
Goes to picture – drop your pants picture –
Kid's negatives spill out of his head in disbelief
The words crept away and she cleared the dusty door
It was never the same, that's for sure
Negative - Negative
Kid says, here, take the lot word bender, frig your vibrations
I take ‘em – he'll think some more
