Download MIDI The Bewlay brothers

And so that story goes, they wore the clothes,
they said the things to make it seem improbable,
the whale of a lie like they hope it was,
and the good men of tomorrow
had their feet in the wallow,
and their heads of brawn were nicer shorn,
and how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust,
and the world was asleep to our latent fuss.
Sighing, the swirl through the streets,
like the crust of the sun,
the Bewlay Brothers,
in our wings that bark,
flashing teeth of brass,
standing tall in the dark.
Oh, and we were gone,
hanging out with your dwarf men,
we were so turned on
by your lack of conclusions.

Well, I was stone and he was wax,
so he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable.
And we frightened the small children away,
and our talk was old and dust would flow
thru our veins, and lo! It was midnight,
back o' the kitchen door,
like the grim face on the cathedral floor,
and the solid book we wrote
cannot be found today,

and it was stalking time for the moon boys,
the Bewlay Brothers.
With our backs on the arch,
in the Devil-may-be-here,
but he can't sing about that,
oh, and we were gone,
real cool traders,
we were so turned on
you thought we were fakers.

And now that dress is hung, the ticket pawned,
the Factor Max that proved the fact
is melted down,
woven on the edging of my pillow,
and my brother lays upon the rocks,
he could be dead, he could be not,
he could be you,
he's chameleon, comedian, corinthian, and caricature.
Shooting-up pie-in-the-sky,
the Bewlay Brothers,
in the feeble and the bad,
Bewlay Brothers,
in the blessed and cold,
in the crutch-hungry dark,
was where we flayed our mark,
oh, and we were gone,
Kings of oblivion,
we were so turned on
in the mind-warp pavilion.

Lay me place and bake me pie,
I'm starving for me gravy.
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked,
I might just slip away, hey!

Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey!...