From: kamorgan@athena.mit.edu (Keith Morgan)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.books
Subject: Blinded by the light/I'm your penis
Date: 5 Jan 93 05:45:11 GMT
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Here you are boys and girls. The naughty one follows Manfred. Although
I'm not sure that the transcriber of these had any inside track on
what' what. 

Keith
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   "Blinded by the Light"
     by Manfred Mann
 from The Roaring Silence
       (c) 1976
lyrics by Bruce Springstein

Chorus: Blinded by the light
         revved up like a deuce
        Another runner in the night

        Blinded by the light
        revved up like a deuce
        Another runner in the night

        Blinded by the light
        revved up like a deuce
        Another runner in the night    (fading)

Madman dummers bummers,
Indians in the summer,
With a teenager diplomat
And the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat 

With a boulder my shoulder, 
feeling kinda older, 
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
(pickup)
the calliope crashed to the ground

(chorus)

Some silicon sister with a manager mister
told me I go what it takes.
I'll run you on sonny to something strong
play the song with the funky break

And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the 
weather charts see if it was safe outside
And little ealy birdir gave my arms a  curly-whirly
and asked me if i needed a ride
(pickup)
asked me if i needed a ride

(chorus)

Bridge: She got down but she never got tired
        She's gonna make it to the night
        She's gonna make it through the night

(break with soul-stirring solo)

Oh momma that's where the fun is
But momma that's where the fun is
Momma always told me not to look
in the eye's on the sun
But momma that's where the fun is

(chop sticks variation)

So brimestone-baritone, anti-cyclone Rolling Stone
Preacher from the East, 
says dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone
thats what they expect at least

It's a new grown chaperon standing in the corner
watching the young girls dance
and some  fresh sown moonstone messing with his frozen zone,
only reminding him of romance
(pickup)
and the calliope crashed to the ground

(Chorus)

(Chorus and First Verse)

Now Scott with the sling-shot finally found a tender spot
and throws his love.
r in the sand
and some blood-shot forget-me-not
said daddy's waX X X ?buck-shot? turn up the band

(repeat Verse 2 "Silicon sister with a manager....")

(bridge)

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Name VENUS
Interpret Shocking Blue
Jahr
Schreibr

A goodness on a mountain top,
was burning like a silver flame.
Summit of beauty she was,
and Venus was her name.

She's got it, Yeah baby she's got it.
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm fire at you desire.
Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at you desire.

Her weapon were her crystal eyes,
making every man mad.
Black as a darknight she was,
got what no one else had.

She's got it, Yeah baby she's got it.
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm fire at you desire.
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm fire at your desire.

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Interpretation: I half remember this as:

Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your bundle of joy, desire.

It was a pretty inane lyric. I think that the Springsteen/Mann lyric
is wrong in a couple of place of as well. i.e. "Madman, drummers, bummers"
Gaah, I'm off to read the lyric to the "Ode to Joy" to restore my
sense of man's nobility.

Keith


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Keith Morgan kamorgan@athena.mit.edu
In the end nothing could be said of his work except that it was
preposterous and true and totally unacceptable. Edward Whittemore