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I was 14, she was 12 Father traveled, hers as well. Europa Down the beaches hand in hand, 12th of never on the sand. Then war took her away, we swore a vow that day.. We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa On my country We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa! Ta' Republic 5 years after, who'd I see? On the cover of a magazine. Europa Hey! Buy her pictures and see all her films. Paste her picture on my window seal. But that's not quite the same (it isn't is it?) Europa my old friend We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa! On my country We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa! Ta republic. Flew in from the hoverport She's back in london. Pushed passed the paper men (calling her name) She smiles for the camera. A bodygard grabs me! Eyes were gone forever as they drove her away... Chours |
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| 2. |
| 5:58 |
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Switch off the mind and let the heart decide
who you were meant to be Flick to remote and let the body glide There is no enemy ! Etch out a future of your own design Well tailored to your needs Then fan the flame and keep the dream alive Of a continent A continent a continent a continent a - There is no enemy ! Switch of the mind and let the heart decide We're a continent A continent a continent a continent a - Shatter the lens and grind it into sand One measured exposure Scatter the seed and furrow in our land The future is roses! Roses! Switch off the mind and let the heart decide There is no enemy! Lift up the hearts of this your only tribe We're a continent A continent a continent a continent a |
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| 3. |
| 5:51 |
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Metal bird dip wing of fire
Whose airlanes comb dark Earth The poles are tethers we were born in On the brink of a whole new deal On the floor of a Pan-Am bar I'm staring right into the light And I'm drawn in like a moth And I'm flying North again... Here come the men in suits Papers waving in the runway glare Lincoln steaming in the chilly air of the morning At the end of a double day At the back of an airport lounge I'm staring down into the cold And I'm worn out like a cloth And I'm flying North again tonight Flying North Down with the landing gear Up goes the useless prayer The poles are tethers we were born in Now I'm back in the London night On a bench in a launderette I'm staring right into my face And I'm drawn out like a plot And I'm flying North again tonight Flying North |
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| 4. |
| 5:10 |
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It's poetry in motion She turned her tender eyes to me As deep as any ocean As sweet as any harmony Mmm - but she blinded me with science "She blinded me with science!" And failed me in biology When I'm dancing close to her "Blinding me with science - science!" I can smell the chemicals "Blinding me with science - science!" "Science!" "Science!" Mmm - but it's poetry in motion And when she turned her eyes to me As deep as any ocean As sweet as any harmony Mmm - but she blinded me with science And failed me in geometry When she's dancing next to me "Blinding me with science - science!" "Science!" I can hear machinery "Blinding me with science - science!" "Science!" It's poetry in motion And now she's making love to me The spheres are in commotion The elements in harmony She blinded me with science "She blinded me with science!" And hit me with technology "Good heavens Miss Sakamoto - you're beautiful!" I -I don't believe it! There she goes again! She's tidied up, and I can't find anything! All my tubes and wires And careful notes And antiquated notions But! - it's poetry in motion And when she turned her eyes to me As deep as any ocean As sweet as any harmony Mmm - but she blinded me with science "She blinded me with - with science!" She blinded me with |
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| 5. |
| 7:16 |
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A hungry heart To regulate their breathing One more night the Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin The Baltic moon Along the northern seaboard And down below The Winter Boys are waiting for the storm Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye Shallow water - channel and tide And I can trace my history Down a generation to my home In one of our submarines One of our submarines The red light flicker, sonar weak Air valves hissing open Half her pressure blown away Flounder in the ocean See the Winter Boys Drinking heavy water from a stone Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye Shallow water - channel and tide Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye Tired illusion drown in the night And I can trace my history Down one generation to my home In one of our submarines One of our submarines One of our submarines One of our submarines is missing tonight Seems she ran aground on manoeuveres One of our submarines |
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| 6. |
| 7:59 | 
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| 7. |
| 5:07 |
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(Tell me about your childhood)
At the tender age of three I was hooked to a machine Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk. Ha! Must have took me for a fool When they chucked me out of school 'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk. But tonight I'm on the edge - Fellas, shut me in the fridge 'Cause I'm burning up! (I'm burning up.) With the vision in my brain And the music in my veins And the dirty rhythm in my blood! They are messing with my heart... And they're messing with my heart And they're messing with my heart Won't stop messing with my... ohh! Ripping me apart! Hyperactive: when I'm small Hyperactive: now I'm grown Hyperactive: and the night is young (And in a minute I'll blow!) Semaphore out on the floor Messages from outer space Deep heat for the feet And the rhythm of your heartbeat 'Cause the music of the street It isn't any rapattack It isn't any rapattack I can reach into your homes Like an itch in your headphones You can't turn it up I'm the shape in your back room I'm the breather on the phone And I'm burning up But there's one thing I must say Before they lock me up again - You'd be safer at the back When I'm having an attack! Hyperactive: when I was small Hyperactive: now I'm tall Hyperactive: as the day is long Hyperactive: in my bones Hyperactive: in your phones Hyperactive: and the night is young Hyperactive : when I was small Hyperactive: now I'm grown Hyperactivfe: 'til I'm dead and gone Stand up : hyperactivate! Get up: hyperactivate! Wise up: hyperactivate! London: hyperactivate! |
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| 7:14 |
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One more young writer slid away in the night
Over the border he will drown in light Hold it - wait a minute I can't read my writing, my own writing! Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect in a cloud ofmystery My writing is an iron fist In a glove full of vaseline Dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident Courting disaster we ran in the night Wings of an angel torn in flight Check it - verify it It's all here in writing, down in writing! At the hands of the press And in the eyes of the government I fell from grace I too became a dissident Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect and an early end to this story My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline But dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident. |
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| 6:50 |
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Late one night a happy martian with nothing to do
made the perfect pleasure drug and he called it the Cube a cube so potent in a stroke it turned nightmares to dreams he flew right past the planet Earth and he gave it to me. Then he said... May the Cube be with you and your father may the Cube be with you ever after You might care to spend an evening with Marilyn Monroe share a cell with Jimmy Cagney or Paris with Brando drop some bombs on Maggie Thatcher or Ronnie Reagan you see Cube Power comes by the hour so why not have fun? right here... May the Cube be with you and your father may the Cube be with you ever after Half a million people are such a sight to see lying in the sunshine in a private fantasy but you got to have more you won't stop till you get it all and I would give it to you baby but the law is catching up with me Pending my interrogation and stuck for an excuse I thought up two more variations on pastry abuse I'm so very sorry constable but what can I do when half the Western world is turning on to Dolby's Cube. May the Cube be with you and your father may the Cube be with you ever after. |
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| 10. |
| 7:05 |
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I buy her all the right clothes
And pretty jewels to wear My friends say she's a dumb blonde But they don't know she dyes her hair She thinks the fighting in Central America's easily solved But what to wear to Bel-Air premieres Is a problem she could never resolve... She's an airhead Stungun and mace - Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space" She's an airhead Thousands in trust - cusp Aquarius - get serious She's an airhead Tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black She's an airhead And while I'm impressed with the length of those legs She's not an intellectual giant.... She'd like to model or maybe act Or start a magazine Before she signs any contracts I think she better learn to read But in her dreams she's the queen of the fashion regime... You ask me do I love you... Does the pope live in the woods? Quod erat demonstrandum, baby. ( ooo you speak French) (CHORUS) Sweet and low and oh-so Little Ms. Dora Jarre Safe sex and fishnets And could you walk me to my car She's losing faith in a world that is out of control So she's gonna nix politics, She's taking up volleyball! volleyball! why? She's an airhead Stungun and mace - Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space" she's an airhead Thousands in trust - cusp Aquarius - get serious She's an airhead And now the time's come for the end of my song, Don't get me wrong If she's an airhead it has to be said It was men made her that way It was us made her that way It was us made her that way! |
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| 11. |
| 6:57 |
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They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy but twice as nicey although she burn me up they call her Hot Sauce she's hotter than pepper I would have kept her although she burn me up. What if fire didn't burn (burn!) how would the lesson get learned? (learned!) you sit there like a dope until you choke on all the smoke (smoke gets in your eyes) cover me in your sauce baby bury me in all that sauce smother me in your hot sauce, woman till smoke come from your thighs. They call her Hot Sauce she's hot and spicy but twice as nicey although she burn me up they call her Hot Sauce she's hotter than pepper I would have kept her although she burn me up. The brother in the codpiece I seen him on the TV I think he likes his ladies all sweet and sugary now I'm partial to a pudding but that's for second course. the main meal and the hors d'oeuvres must be smothered in hot sauce. They call her Hot Sauce she's hot and spicy but twice as nicey although she burn me up they call her Hot Sauce she's hotter than pepper I would have kept her although she burn me up. What if steam didn't scald (scald!) how would the story be told? (told!) she sat and smoked a fag while I was gagging on the shag (shag gets in your eyes) lemme get lost in your sauce baby cover me in your sauce lemme get lost in your hot sauce woman. There was a fire truck attending the smoke pouring from her nose her state of mind depending on which way the wind blowed chili and tabasco dripping on my shirt I couldn't breathe - I couldn't see - I had to call a smog alert. |
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| 12. |
| 5:38 |
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My brain is like a sieve
all the bad things you did to me, sometimes it's easier to forget you did to me. my brain is like sieve but it knows when it's being messed with if you wanted you could come in, so come in. When you said you loved me when you told me you cared that you would be a part of me, that you would always be there did you really mean to hurt me? no, I think you only meant to tease. But it's hard to remember, I lost my memory. See,my brain is like a sieve sometimes it's easier to forget all the bad things you did to me, you did to me. my brain is like sievebut it knows when it's being messed with if you wanted you could come in, so come in.You ought to be ashamed of your behaviour when you're treating me this way as if I had deserved to be a place to vent your ire some day I'm gonna douse that bonfire we make a crucial team for a dying worldand style is a word I never even heard in your vocabulary, victim of a murder mystery ...murder! My brain is like a sieve all the bad things you did to me, sometimes it's easier to forget you did to me. my brain is like sieve but it's a place where we both could live if you wanted you could come in, so come in. |
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