Strange Progressive lyrics

Ed_The_Dead wrote: Well, I've just heard SoaD's "Cigarro" and this topic came into my mind... Can You give examples of Strange and wacky lyrics (could be also songs - but what song isn't strange in prog)...

The Lyrics of "C.I.D. in Uruk" by Amon Düül 2 from their album "Carnival in Babylon." I'll first give the German ones and then will try a translation.

"Der Wurstplanet vertieft im Gebet mit Jesus
wirkt sehr verstört ohne TV.
Er glaubt, die Blindheit gibt es erst seit Krösus,
Und funkt gedankenlos sein Alibi.

Ede möchte gerne frisches Riechsalz vermessen
Und sein Werkzeug bleibt sein letztes Argument.
Leider hat er seine Ganglien in Uruk vergessen
Und er bemerkt, er trägt sein allerletztes Hemd.

Ein Senfgewehr zielt bedrohlich auf die Priesterreihe,
Maschinen im Labor bereiten ihre Priesterweihe.
Und Nachbarsekten essen
Thunfischflossen roh im Klo.

Bärtige Weise schweben im All,
Sie singen und tanzen,
Und gestern und morgen, vernebelt im Kral,
gehört nun den Wanzen.

Ohne Grund jubelnd geh'n sie nach oben
Auf dem Weg ohne Boden.
Weder Traum noch Idee beherrscht die Gedanken,
Und plötzlich sie schwanken."

Ok, and now for the translation:

"The sausage planet, deeply in prayer with Jesus,
seems very disturbed without tv.
It believes blindness exists since Croesus only
And thoughtlessly broadcasts its alibi.

Ede* would like to measure fresh smelling salts (*Ede is a common name for petty criminals)
And his tools remain his last argument*. (*argument" here means "proof")
Unfortunately he forgot his ganglions in Uruk* (Uruk - mythical city in the Gilgamesh epos)
And he realizes he is wearing his very last shirt ("wearing one's last shirt" is a German expression for "being bankrupt")

A mustard gun threatingly points at the row of priests,
Machines in the laboratory prepare their ordination to priesthood.
And neighbouring sects
Eat raw tuna fins in the loo.

Bearded sages hover in space,
They sing and dance,
And yesterday and tomorrow, obscured in the kraal,
Now belong to the bedbugs.

Jubilating without reason they walk upwards
On the path without ground.
Neither dream nor idea rule the thoughts,
And suddenly they waver."

Ok, now tell me what the f***ing hell this means????

And that's just one example of the very weird lyrics of the early Amon Düül 2.

BaldJean wrote: Thy lyrics seem to describe an LSD trip to me. A hint to this is the line "Bicycle riders they're flying so high on the grind". Albert Hoffmann, the chemist of the Sandoz corporation who developed LSD, describes a surreal trip home on his bicycle after his first self-experiment with LSD in his memoirs.

A reference to this famous bicycle ride can be seen on the back cover of Genesis' "Foxtrot" with the wavering bicyclist on it.

Retrovertigo wrote: Grab a Beefheart tune and you have a good contender here.

Hahahahahahahaha Yea... Consider the lyrics to parts of Tarkus and you would get lost in it... 

Here is a loud announcement, Silence in the stadium!

those are wierd to me

God yeah- CID In Uruk- sounded like the craziest thing I'd ever heard in my life; sort of a demonic news broadcast theme opened it, then drifted even further out into mad rambling over their crazed heavy jazz rock.

I feel some of Yes' lyrics are plain bizarre- it's hard to pick one, as Chris Squire once said 'I was concerned whether Jon Anderson himself even understood them'!

There is a Zeppelin lyric that goes like this...

" Two old ladies sitting in the sand, each of them wishing the other was a man."

ohhhhhhhhhhhh... it makes me wonder

Pink Floyd - Bike:

I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Follow that up with sounds of geese...

Gotta love Syd Barrett