Still... You Turn Me On

Brain Salad Surgery

do you want to be an angel, do you wanna be a star
do you wanna play some magic on my guitar
do you wanna be a poet, do you wanna be my string
you could be anything

do you wanna be the lover of another undercover
you could even be the man on the moon

do you wanna be the player, do you wanna be the string
let me tell you something it just don't mean a thing

you see it really doesn't matter
when you're buried in disguise
by the dark glass on your eyes
though your flesh has crystallized
still... you turn me on

do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head
do you wanna be the feathers lying on my bed
do you wanna be the cover of a magazine
create a scene

every day a little sadder, a little madder
someone get me a ladder

do you wanna be the singer, do you wanna be the song
let me tell you something you just couldn't be more wrong

you see I really have to tell you
that it all gets so intense from my experience
it just doesn't seem to make sense
still... you turn me on


artwork by RainSan
song illustrated with stolen picture by H. R. Giger