There's no sense in talking about music,
but talking of sex can be done
The abstraction of music's confusing;
the directness of sex is more fun
And the road that will take you to both of them is known for its races and wrecks,
so there's less of a mystery in music if we get some directions from sex
It's too easy to stop st the surface
when spirit and flesh are willing
In sex, as also in music,
there are layers and levels of thrilling
So you've got to be honest and caring,
you have to be humble and real
but you've got to be fearless and daring,
and find all the truth you can feel
The big machine is moving
We're standing in the way
They want to pave it over
Make it all the same
At first you say you'll do it for love,
but then you do it with friends
but as soon as you do it for money,
right there's where the innocence ends.
For how will you navigate better and worse
with just numbers of people to count?
See, the pop charts are just cutting notches
for the number of units you mount
And when spirit gets lost in accounting,
the counting takes its toll.
You find yourself craving more numbers;
it's the sex-drug of rock and roll.
And it leads you to strange addictions
like image and marketing spin
You're just trying to get them to like you,
and how could that be such a sin?
Well what do you want them to like you for,
that's the question to ask
Would it help you if everyone knew your face,
if that face were only a mask?
And why do you want them to like you,
what change are you trying to bring?
Do you lust after just their attention;
do you want them to come when you sing?
Do you wish you could capture their beauty,
so that you could feel loved for an hour?
The power of being attractive,
or just the attraction of power?
See, sex and music are much the same,
we feel with hearts and skin
And what you are going to get out of them both
is just what you put in.