Kevin Gilbert - The City of the Sun lyrics

The attendant at the Texaco saw the guitar case in my back seat And decided to impart his tragic tale He said: "I used to play in a band like you We even made a record too" And sang a bar that hardly rang a bell Now I'm not one to make a lot Of omens and premonitions and fleeting thoughts But I must admit that I tried to avoid his stare 'Cause I didn't want to see him see himself in me With the look of an extinguished flame that might be lurking there Waxing sad with drip and dreg C'mon now Toto get off my leg You gotta remember we're not in Kansas anymore And remember always to look both ways Say "please" and "thank you" and curtsy twice Before you gore their sacred dinosaurs… Welcome to the City of the Sun Johnny on the sidewalk Johnny on the street Johnny in the places where the outlaws meet Johnny on the sofa Johnny shaking hands Johnny get a spinning head in wonderland Welcome to the City of the Sun Welcome to the City -- Oh Johnny you've got a song in your heart You've got important things to say We're here to help you make a new start We're not gonna take your heart away You stand before us like a veiled figure at the end of a long gallery Distant and forever mysterious Advice from the tasteless to the bland Wash all that magic from your hands Make it so we might understand [A&R Men] Good morning precious Good morning special I've got news for you There's millions like you [Radio Preacher] Everyone of you listening to this broadcast I want you to pack your bags You're not going on a vacation But we're movin' Can you shout Amen somebody? (Amen!) Because we're moving into the City of the Sun! Where we can enjoy all of His blessings! Where power seems to get no rest It's the Shaming of the True, I guess But zombie I can see you're qualified Johnny on the sidewalk Johnny on the street Johnny in the places where the bigwigs meet Welcome to the City of the Sun Oh Johnny, you got a seed in your head It is the seed of your demise Ambition's gonna lure you away Into the land of compromise You stand before us like a brash over-ripened nectarine And someone better pick you soon Advice for the dying from the dead Silence the voices in your head Wouldn't you rather eat instead? [Answering Machine Message] "Hi, you've reached the dilapidated shack of Johnny Virgil, Sorry I can't come to the phone at the moment, Please leave your name and number after the F sharp."