Hey, I thought I posted this a little while ago! Here it is again--

Anyway, I've always loved that album, bought it with birthday money when it came out in '67 and drove friends and family crazy with it. I have always heard the line that Marty sings as--"Reflections in the door of a green Volkswagen". I even think that the lyrics for this one were on the record sleeve--though I can't check because my vinyl collection is packed away. http://www.jeffersonstarshipsf.com/catjs/01jabab.htm shows the lines a little differently (posted below), but A) They seem grammatically awkward and B)It sounds like he is singing what I've posted, not what they've posted.

Anyway, in memory, the music was full of psychedelic sounds, but listening today, there are virtually no effects, and it sounds "live" in a way you don't hear anymore. Thanks for making me listen again--"That's where I wanted to go today."







TWO HEADS (G. Slick)
Want two heads on your body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
And your nose is too small for this land.
(Marty: Reflections from a door of a green Volkswagen)
Inside your head is your town
Inside your room your jail
(Marty: Reflections from a door of a green Volkswagen)
Inside your mouth the elephant's trunk
(Marty: Reflections from a...)
And booze, the only key to your bail.
Two heads can be put together.
And you can fill both your feet with sand.
No one will know you've gutted your mind
But what will you do with your bloody hands?
(Marty: Reflections from a door of a green Volkswagen)
Your lions are fighting with chairs
Your arms are incredibly fat;
(Marty: Reflections from a door of a green Volkswagen)
Your women are tired of dying alive
(Marty: Reflections from a...)
If you've had any women at that.
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head
List'ning for signs of life;
Children are sucking on stone and lead
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
(Marty: Reflections from a door of a green Volkswagen)
New breasts and jewels for the girl,
Keep them polished and shining;
(Marty: Reflections from a door of a green Volkswagen)
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
(Marty: Reflections from a...)
For no child of mine.
Want two heads on your a a body,
And you've got two mirrors in your ha-a-a-a-and-a;