Terminal Café

New Worlds Fair Lyrics

Starcruiser

© Michael Moorcock

I'll never forget the first Starcruiser I saw
Moving alongside but well spaced out
She was looking for me so I went aboard
It was dark in her hold and almost as cold
As the infinite blackness itself.

We set off through space at a moderate rate
Going faster than light but not worried
I wondered a mite 'bout my forthcoming fate
She was pulsing out fire while her gauges went higher
Than anything I could believe in.

She was a Starcruser, Star Starcruiser
Starcruiser, Star Starcruiser
She was a mean Starcruiser
And she was cruising me.

She was burning me up and squeezing me out
While the universe grew all-around us
My Eyes filled with Silver, there was gold in my mouth
I longed for a drink, I just couldn't think
And the speed, it got faster and faster.

We arrived at her base and she showed me her face
Just a glimpse for a second, it downed me
I was really knocked out by her sweet sweet grace
I saw my fate written there, but by now did not care
I was loyal, I loved her, I signed on.

I flew with the cruiser for almost a year
My mind it had melted and changed so
It had blown up my circuits, I'd gone out of gear
I was hers all that time, so strange were her crimes
Even now I dare not recall them.

Starcruisers are bright, and they light up the night
And their style it is clean and it thrills you
They are cool at the kill, you can keep them in sight
They will burn out your drive and they'll drain off your life
And they won't even know they have done it.

Dodgem Dude

© Michael Moorcock

Spaced Out, far out, get another car our
Dodgem Dude is Dancing on the Desert of the Ring
And he drives his car with style
While he smiles at all the wiles
The Cars go round and round and then he hits them.

Smash them, crash them, get your chips and cash them
Dodgem Dude don't dare, don't dare to understand
And the music growls and moans
For he knows he can't go home
So he's grinning as the sparks fly when he hits them.

Spill them, kill them, have your kicks and thrill them
Race them, chase them, turn the car and face them
Dodgem Dude is Dancing on the Desert of His brains.

Choose them, loose them, slow a while and use them
Dodgem Dude is lonely and he will not stand much more
But the impact dulls his brain
So he cannot know his name
And he need not fake tonight, when he walks back through the rain.

Candy Floss Cowboy

© Michael Moorcock

Candy Floss Cowboy, what's wrong with you?
You are brutal and scared and destroy all the things which bewilder you
And the bells of your town ring out for you
You ain't got your share, you're on the way to the fair
To find something there, to meet someone, to have some fun.

The fairground's all dark and dead
A light flickers on, then goes off again
An engine begins to hum, you wait for the thrum
Which will bring you to life for an hour or two.

Oh Dude, Dude
I can hear you calling out from inside, from inside, from inside.

The whine begins to grow louder now
You laugh, such a cold laugh
Such a lonely laugh
And the music begins.

Waiting for a ride, waiting for a ride
Waiting for a car on the wall of death
Waiting for a whirl on the merry-go-round
Listen to the sound of the roller coaster rider
The helter skelter slider
The big dipper dancer
The chairoplane chancer.

Round and round, round and round
Round and round, round and round.

I can hear you
I can hear the cowboy crying
I can hear you cowboy
I can hear you.

Candy Floss Cowboy, Fairground Buccaneer
All tripped out in your finest gear
In your fancy armour, plastileather gear
We know they they ask you what you're doing here
Taking a walk to the castle of fear.

Oh Dude, oh Dude, Dude
I can hear you, I can hear you
I can hear you Dude
I can hear the cowboy crying.

Waiting for a ride, waiting for a ride
Waiting for a turn on the Wall of Death
Taking a whirl on the Merry-Go-Round
Listen to the sound of the Roller-Coaster rider
The Helter Skelter slider
The Big Dipper dancer
The Chairoplane chancer.

Going Round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round...

Fair Dealer

© Michael Moorcock

See them dancing through the land
Following the Dealer Man
They are laughing every one
They think they're having fun.

Dealer, Dealer Man, what have you got in your bag today?
What have you got to turn me on again?
What have you got to make me dream
The dreams I dreamed last year, the visions that I see?

I got brass, well it looks like gold
I got solver, but it's turned to rust
I got love, but it's kind of cold
I got ideals, but you can not trust them now
I got nothing that isn't second-hand
Nothing to make you dreams the dreams
You dreamed when I last came to town.

See them dancing through the land
Following the Dealer Man
They are laughing every one
They think they're having fun.

Dealer, Dealer Man, You promised the blind man he would see
You promised the deaf man he would hear again
You promised the dumb man he would speak
You promised me I'd come to life and be myself at last.

I got Paint, That looks like blood
I got plastic, that could be flesh
I got hate, that could pass for love
I got faith, though it's not too fresh
I got nothing you haven't seen before
So please don't bother me no more
For the hope you had when I last came to town.

See them dancing through the land
Following the Dealer Man
They are laughing every one
They think they're having fun
They think they're having fun
They think they're having fun.

Sixteen Year Old Doom

© Michael Moorcock

She's 16 years old with a death rattle in hear throat
I said 16 years old with a death rattle in her throat
She's hoping to get bad habits
She's got black lace round her coat
She thinks she's a fox, but she's really a rabbit
Look out, here comes the stoat.

She's got the Doom, She's got the Doom
She shares a room with her sister, she shares a room
All she's hoping for is the moon
She's got the sweet, she's got the sweet
She's got the sweet little 16 Doom.

She goes cruising in the evenings with a friend she knows from work
Goes to the cafe on the corner, where she likes to flirt
She goes to the Fairground and she shares her dream
And she wonders if that dream can ever be reality.

She's got three friends and they all move arm in arm
With four of them together how can they ever come to harm?
The giggles and she flutters and she sniffs the filth-rich air
Sniffs the oil, the dirt, the Huckster at the fair.

Kings of Speed

© Michael Moorcock

Kings of Speed, Kings of Speed
We're gonna make you Kings of Speed
Kings of Speed, Kings of Speed
We're gonna make you Kings of Speed.

Between you and me, Mr C
I think we have what these boys need
Step this way lads, it ain't no lie
Try your luck and be the human fly.

You're gonna get a tasty trip
On Frank and Beesley's rocket ship
The biggest attraction, the brightest star
Boys you're going fast and far.

We guarantee the sweetest ride
You'll go so far you'll think you've died
Step this way lads, it ain't no lie
Try you're luck and reach the sky.

Last Merry Go Round

© Michael Moorcock

I was whirling so fast, I was riding so high
My feet left the ground, I was lord of the sky.

I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry Go Round.

Call me a victim, call me a fool
I thought I was a hero, I thought I was cool.

I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry Go Round.

Everything else man, it seemed so unreal
'Cause that sweet compensation was all I could feel.
My conscience was clean and my head seemed to clear
The world was a stage and there was nothing to fear.

I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry Go Round.

It certainly moved, that sweet carousel
Then it came to a stop and I was in hell.

I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry
I was lost, lost, lost on the Merry Go Round.

Dude's Dream

© Michael Moorcock

Isn't it delicious, there's a red sun in the sky
Every time we see it rise, another city dies
And the bombs blow up the cemeteries
And the dead give up their graves
But we go on making out, babe, through the short, bleak days.
And I really wish you'd tell me if your skin is feeling right
I don't like the way your shoulder peeled last night
And the bombs blow up the houses
And the bombs uproot the trees
And I saw my children carried off on a strange, bright breeze
But there ain't no point in weepin'
And there ain't no point in lying
Let's laugh, and make the most of it
After all, we're only dying.

Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
And we know we're bound to go.

Since we found the doctor's surgery, I'm feeling rather fine
Send a shot of this and a shot of that up that old main line
And the bombs blow up the churches
And the priests cry out for faith
Kiss my mouth while I still have it, take my hand, and keep it safe
Hear my heart while it's still beating, hear my breath while it can last
And take another roll, dear, but we'd better make it fast
And the bombs destroy our hopes
And the bombs fragment our dreams
And we're bound to pause and wonder if all is what it seems
But there ain't no point in leavin'
For there's nowhere left to go
just smile and make it tender
Make it kind and make it slow.

Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
And we know we're bound to go.

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