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I've been hanging around, waiting for my chance
to tell you what I think about the music that's gone down to which you madly danced ? frankly, you know that it stinks. I'm gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna play my guitar until your body's rigid and you see stars. Look at all the jerks in their tinsel glitter suits. pansying around; look at all the nerks in their leather platform boots, making with the heavy sound... I'm gonna stamp on the stardust and scream till I'm ill ? if the guitar don't get ya, the drums will. Now's my big break ? let me up on the stage, I'll show you what it's all about; enough of the fake, bang your feet in a rage, tear down the walls and let us out! We're more than mere morons, perpetually conned, so come on everybody, smash the system with the song. Smash the system with the song! |
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| 2. |
| 2:55 |
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Besieged in the battlements of Babylon,
Still looking for the hat-peg to hang your head upon - Now you've found a place you think is Avalon: You can talk to anyone here. You can throw your arms around your nearest neighbour And the smiling ones'll tell you that you've saved her, That she's saved you... They offer the golden promises The instantly divine; You swallow the golden promises Hook, sinker and line. If you choose to throw your soul around the attitude Reasoning and independent thought go down the tube As you go slavening after every inane platitude - How weak you find yourself here. Do you really need to lose yourself completely? How come you seem to rate it all so cheaply? It's so weak-kneed To go for the golden promises, Mail-order Oly vows; You go for the golden promises - I think you really ought to know better by now. So I do my best and I do my nut, I try to explain all these angles But you turn away. Oh, now you're looking in the white of my eyes, And you know what I'm going to say: - Don't go for the golden promises, Don't go for the easy way... It's right here on the doorstep: Fool's gold - don't throw your life away. |
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| 3. |
| 4:11 |
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A perfect date to hesitate,
I hope it won't be too long. You're a sucker for the punch and the telegraph bells are ringing; now it's coming to the crunch as you stumble on the Jaffa Gate. I think you know how it happens on the stage when the heavenly choir are singing ? you've been taken by a perfect date. You made the Mount of Venus your Jerusalem, you're marking time as symbol for debate; you hope to find some moment close to infinite, you hope to find a perfect date. A perfect date to hesitate. The future beckons us on. There comes a time to hesitate ? I hope it won't be too long. You're a sucker for the punch and the telegraph bells are ringing; now it's coming to the crunch as you stumble on the Jaffa Gate. I think you know how it happens on the stage when the heavenly choir are singing ? yeah, you've been taken by a perfect date. You've been playing on a hunch and the strings of your heart are zinging. Yeah, you cut loose from the bunch but that doesn't mean you've sealed your fate. I think you know how it happens, though it's strange, when the choir start singing: you've been taken by a perfect date. |
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| 4. |
| 2:35 |
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Such distance to the tips of the fingers,
The ganglion loom jerks inside; The body grows steadily stranger But the spirit won't be denied. That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball, The limbs pump in overdrive; The body grows seemingly weaker But the s Pirit won't be denied. Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the forehead As the vacuum sneaks up on the eyes; The body becomes a constant traitor But the spirit won't be denied. And they call that living a normal live, But normality's not standardized. Though the body gets ever more root-bound The spirit won't be denied Yes, the spirit survives. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HAMMILL, PETER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 5. |
| 5:20 |
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We can talk about it in the car;
We can talk about it with the drive. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead, (Don't forget what we said about) Staying alive. If we'd been stuck just a few hours more I'd have cracked up, I'd say. No you never can tell when it's coming; It's so hard getting out of the way; To be sitting targets is surely No better than running away... Sitting targets in the car I'll be thinking about it; Not so far, no so far to drive. Ooh, this time we made our getaway, We'd been stalling for too long. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead While I try to forget what's been going wrong (What's been going on...) You'd better check up on the CB, See what Tail - End Charlie say - "Oh you never can tell how it's going, No you never can see how it's been, But to stay sitting targets is surely No better than living a dream." Sitting targets in the car I've been thinking it over, It's not so far, not so far to drive. In the car... We can talk about it in the car, Surely we can talk about it some other time. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead - I don't seem to be able to use mine And I'm losing control of my body And I'm running scared... Oh, we're left with a black-and-white movie, A positional state of affairs, An obsessional interest in moving Just to prove that we're there, Sitting targets in the car. I'll be thinking about it, not so far to drive Sitting targets in the car, I've been thinking it over, it's Not so far, not so far, Not too far to drive. |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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When I was a child they made me read
Word-daggers of quiver and squirm Now in the stumbling dark I see I am A worm silently fruiting your garden My sister my child night casts ominous Meanings on the purity of my soul I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning To lose control and the vortex sucks Me in steeped in sin I die but am Reborn I want to see the cosmos slip planets And moons collide feel gravity lose Its grip it's all inside all the dead Husks are shattered my life-blood my World ripped apart in the laughter of Space it's all chaff blown out and lost Now I am making the pace although I Don't know what tape I'll cross maybe Catastrophe when I cross the line I Know that I will find myself or maybe You I am a man from the country of destruction I am a man a woman and a god I am my own weapon of kamikaze And will one day cut through the Hidden knot Feed me honey and watch me rise to the Bait lying on the knife if you let me I Can hypnotize your life it's all really So simple my lover my twin hand in hand Sprinting down the highway running over The edge on and on into our doomsday There is no saving ledge nor outgrown Shrub is this the way out in a blaze of Glory some day I'll find the answer Some day I'll end the story |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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Look out through your dark hair,
tell me the colour of your eyes when they're cool; look out through the dark ages and tell me what's covert, transfixing you. Oh, you're nobody's business, oh, you're nobody's business and the patterns of your life are suddenly twisted and torn and gone are all the clothes that you've worn. Just like yesterday's papers you're tired and forlorn and you're no-one. Look back at the photos you've saved, dead mementoes of your modelling days; I look through all my cuttings of you, but they all seem so lost, so dead, out of phase. Oh, you're nobody's business.... I think back to the girl that I knew - she doesn't seem so very much like you: she used to care about her smile and not her face... that's before it was her fortune and took over her soul's place. Oh, you're nobody's business.... Papering yesterday's pages, tapering off in the storm, you're no-one. |
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| 8. |
| 5:08 |
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You turn out the lights and sit alone,
Trying to pretend that it's anguish, Start at the ring of a telephone, Throw down all your food at the banquet, Keep a close eye on all you own, While leaving it all to languish... Is this what makes you happy? Is this what brings you joy? Your excuses are so crappy... Silly boy You take all the love and throw it aside To wallow in your sorrow, Expect everyone to know how you feel inside, To forgive and forget come tomorrow Repaying all your debts with uncommon pride But denying that you ever borrowed... Is this what makes you perfect? Is this what makes you free? Just how long did you rehearse it, Or does it just come naturally? Crying wolf from the depth of your sheep's heart, Crying fire from the depth of the well In an endless parade of repeat starts, Just how long will it last, can you tell? Until all your friends and lovers Are simply bored with the pretense? It'll be too late then to discover Just exactly what you meant And what was true And what was false... The wolf turned into human, The killer with remorse Crying pain as though that should be pleasure, Crying anger as though that should be revenge, Crying sorrow as though that were a treasure, Your treasure will find you in the end. When all of your friends have gone away, Unwilling to put up with the danger That lies in each spiteful word you say, You'll be left, a greying wolf in a manger And when you've raised your last howl And destroyed all that you can With rotting teeth an slack jowls You'll be left a lonely man. And when it's nearly finished And you know the end is near With |
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| 9. |
| 4:51 |
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There was something in the conversation,
ancient languages were breaking through; I was falling for infatuation ? how about you? You say it's nothing special, that's just the way it is... you hit me where I live. Though I drink the cup it leaves me thirsting ? what on earth am I supposed to do? When I try to speak I find my bursting heart full of you. You say it's only natural, you say forget and forgive... you hit me where I live. I was once the man who felt no passion; I was nothing till I fell for you. You're a duelist in your own fashion, eyes that run me through. You say that it's a mixed blessing, but I should take the gift you give... you hit me where I live. |
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| 10. |
| 3:13 |
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It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark,
Not a curtain-call. Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced... That look on your face. I'll remember last night; I'll look out for the signs; You were caught in the light Ref. Time after time It's been my experience that when the row gets serious A certain silence will fall... But I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong? My heart goes like a rocket, the feeling's so strong. I just can't stop it, why don't You tell me what's wrong? Don't think about it too long. I could argue this another way, but on another day I might have to shout. You keep your mouth shut, but it's too late for that now: The word got out. In translation it's lost, in desperation it's mimed; Is this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time? Ref. |
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| 11. |
| 3:53 |
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The visitors find the children gone from school:
Aged relations sling their guns across the desks... There'll be no break-time for them unless They talk about tomorrow As though it's already on its way. Amen, oh yes, they're Waiting for the breakthrough in time. The visitors hide no aces up their sleeves And the classroom pulses to many different drums. If only a breakthrough in time would come There'd be some chance for the visited ones. We could talk about tomorrow As though we believed in that. We could talk about it right now, And it would come as a shock To feel the fingernail grow on the trigger finger - Still the visitors clock us Waiting for the breakthrough, Waiting for the breakthrough With time on our hands. (It's there all the time.) |
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| 12. |
| 4:10 |
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There's a shiver down the spine of the body map...
how come everything gets so physical? With your finger on the pulse and your head in the clouds everything's so tactile in your private world, in your little world. Under the skin you search for paradise, under the skin some kind of parasite remains concealed. Under the skin a true identity, a memory will soon be revealed, under the skin. Hit that button, no time to lose ? everything's so immediate. You'd have it all right now if you got to choose in your private world, such a tiny world. Under the skin you search for paradise, under the skin some kind of parasite remains concealed. Under the skin a true identity, a memory will soon be revealed, under the skin. Is something out to get you under the skin? Full of the promise of paradise? Paradise now? Everything gets so physical, everything's so immediate in your private world, such a tiny world. Under the skin you search for paradise, under the skin some kind of parasite remains concealed. Under the skin a true identity, a memory will soon be revealed, under the skin. Does something get to you under the skin? |
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| 2:53 |
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Hunched in the corner of the dressing-room,
trying to get back to the real... Uh-oh, here they come, ready for their meal: Energy Vampires, crawling out of the wall, they want to steal my vitality, they want to drink it all. This guy says that he wrote all my songs, this girl says she's had my baby ? me, I don't know them from Adam and Eve, sometimes I really believe I'm going crazy. "Excuse me while I suck your blood, excuse me when I phone you, I've got every one of your records, man, doesn't that mean I own you?" Oh, sure, I long ago decided to make myself an exponent of public possession in the private obsession zone. But now I'm serious, let's be serious, I'm not selling you my soul, try to put it in the records but I've got to keep my life my own. One thing I've not got a lot of is time and it's slipping away... I've got a life to live too. Ah, here they come... Vampires! |
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| 14. |
| 3:39 |
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Won't hear a sound at Porton Down,
The clear liquids keep their silence, Buried underground at Porton Down The fast form of the final violence. Quite right to be worried about the proliferation Of nuclear bombs and power stations, But there's a deterrent that's going to Unearth us yet... Hurry on round about Porton Down, A quick glimpse of the future warfare Hidden under ground at Porton Down; Far too frightening to utter what you saw there. They got bacteria to drop us where we stand, They got diseases still unknown to man, They got the virus and a microgram's enough To do in a continent. The ultimate madness, Just one shattered test-tube to wipe out the world. It begins with the mustard gas, It proceeds to Hiroshima. The culture moves on - Now it's bacterial, truly insane. Porton Down waits to fever the brain. Won't hear a sound at Porton Down, The clear liquids keep their silence Buried underground at Porton Down, The fast form of the final violence. Hurry on round about Porton Down A quick glimpse of the future warfare, Hidden underground at Porton Down, Far too frightening to say what you saw there. No sound at Porton Down, From Porton Down, After Porton Down. |
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| 3:35 |
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I've got something to say,
and it ain't the usual sort of sob-story that you hear every day. I've got something to ask, and I know that now's the time, now all the rooms of the party are dark. Proffer me the candy, yes, I understand is fine; blow another candle out and throw another line… Birthday girl, I've got something for you, there's ice in the cauldron, look out now; birthday girl, here comes a special like Hansel and Gretel never had. There's parrots in the pantry and there's lizards in the loo; there's bloaters in the bathroom and this party is a zoo; I'm sitting in the kitchen trying hard to talk to you Birthday girl, I've got something for you, there's ice in the cauldron, look out now; birthday girl, here comes a special like Hansel and Gretel never had. I just wanted to say that I'd like to make this the happiest of all your birthdays and if that means turning the key then I'll turn it with you and there'll be no doubt about the way I agree, Birthday girl, I've got something for you, there's ice in the cauldron, look out now; birthday girl, here comes a special like Hansel and Gretel never had. |
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| 7:11 |
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(Even the wolf can learn,
even the sheep can turn, even the frog become at last the prince.) No more imagined insults and no more bloated pride - I'll see you at the wedding, I'll see you on the other side and I'll hold my peace forever but I'll hold my passion more... I'll be holding the door and waiting for the princess - I could say I'm waiting for the world but when it comes right down to it I'm simply waiting for the girl. On through the ring of changes I'll be at my side in a single bound, lost and found... looking to be lost and found. La Rossa extends her hands - in the morning light the stigmata don't show. She's already up, making plans; she thinks it's maybe time he ought to go. And she's friendly like it's a service but she's ringing round his head though he knows she has no further use for him still he feels like he's raised from the dead. Out to the cold grey daylight, never even wondering, of course, if one moment of perfect passion is worth a lifetime of remorse. So it's no more empty promises and no more idle threats; no more "if only"s and no more "and yet"s; no more wishes for the future, no more denials of the past: I'm free at last, I'm in love at last. I'm lost and found.... (Put on your red dress, baby. 'Cause we're going out tonight, put on your high-heeled sneakers, Everything's going to be alright?) |
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| 4:38 |
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I found myself lying on the balcony,
Stripling terror, naked to the bone; The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me - I saw it all just a moment ago. I know I'd better watch out For the Central Hotel... I'm not going back. Repetition, superstition, singularity, Though every cell in the body has changed The walls move in well-accustomed hilarity - The circuit changes, But the joke stays the same. I know I'd better watch out For the Central Hotel I think I'd better get out, I'm not feeling so well. And I won't be going back, Not if I can help it. I can't help it, I can't help it If I still am what I was; I can't help it, I can't help it, Can't stop the therefore because I can't help it. The grace of god shows I'll be going on, I'll be coming back. I know nothing of the miles of the marathon, I hear nothing of the footfall behind, I search for rhythm and I find that I haven't one Slow motion in the runner's mind. I know I'd better watch out For the Central Hotel I think I'd better get out, I'm not feeling so well I know I'd better check out, But anyone here can tell I'll be coming back, I'll be back. I'm the Central Hotel |
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