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| 6:30 | 
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I was born yesterday
When they brought my Kamakiri When they handed me the keys It's a steam-power 10 The frame is out of Glasgow The tech is Balinese It's not a freeway bullet Or a bug with monster wheels It's a total biosphere The farm in the back Is hydroponic Good, fresh things Every day of the year Good, fresh things Every day of the year With all screens and functions In sync lock with Tripstar This cool rolling bubble Is all set to samba This route could be trouble (This route could be trouble) Steamin' up That Trans-Island Skyway Tryin' to make that final deadline And if the lanes are clear We're gonna drive a little harder We'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time Say, there's a wreck On the side of the road Lots of blood and broken glass The kid who was driving I know from somewhere Some kids just drive too fast Wait just a minute There's a beautiful survivor With dancer's legs and laughing eyes C'mon snakehips, it's all over now Strap in tight cause it's a long sweet ride Relax - put some sounds on I'll brew up some decaf C'mon kick off those heels ma'am Now breathe in and sigh out Let's get with the program (Let's talk about the good times) Steamin' up That Trans-Island Skyway Tryin' to make that final deadline And if the lanes are clear We're gonna drive a little harder We'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time We reach the sprangle Just at dawn These little streets I used to know Is that my father Mowin' the lawn (C'mon daddy get in let's go) C'mon daddy get in let's go C'mon daddy get in let's go C'mon daddy get in let's go C'mon daddy get in let's go C'mon daddy get in let's go C'mon daddy get in let's go We pull into Five Zoos Past motels and drive-thrus That noon sun is blinding The tidepools are boiling Below plates are grinding (Let's talk about the good times) Steamin' up That Trans-Island Skyway Tryin' to make that final deadline And if the lanes are clear We're gonna drive a little harder We'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time |
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| 2. |
| 5:06 |
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On a night like this
You look up at your lover It's like you're in some old cartoon Then you detect The scent of faded roses Up in the sky There's that cruel countermoon Could that be murder you see in her eyes You try a long and desperate kiss You can't escape it That beam is sure to find you On a night like this The story is told How the women get restless And the men grow cold Gotham shudders There's a chill in the air There's a countermoon Lovers all beware Hand in hand You walk along the river You stop to clutch and caress A countermoonbeam Comes sweeping off the water She says "You're not my Jackie My Jackie was the best" Spitewaves are threatening The seaside hotels It's nasty weather for July Last night you loved her Tonight you wonder why On a night like this The story is told How the women get restless And the men grow cold Gotham shudders There's a chill in the air There's a countermoon Lovers all beware At every pay phone There's somebody cryin' All the streets are slick with tears When you see that blue ray There's a heartquake on the way On a night like this The story is told How the women get restless And the men grow cold Gotham shudders There's a chill in the air There's a countermoon Lovers all beware |
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| 3. |
| 5:07 |
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Here at Laughing Pines
Where the party never ends There's a spicy new attraction On the Funway You can scan yourself For traces of old heartaches The details of desire Shimmering - shimmering Yowie! - It's Connie Lee At the wheel of her Shark-de-Ville We're cruisin' at about a thousand miles an hour But the car is standin' still So good to hear that crazy laugh To hear her whisper hold me tight To learn to love all over again On that warm wet April night Swing out To Lake Nostalgia Route 5 to Laughing Pines Get off at Funway West Drive into Springtime Drive into Springtime Easter Break - '66 A shack on Cape Sincere Mad Mona bakin' gospel candy It was a radical year We get a little silly And fall into microspace It's even better this time around With Coltrane on the K.L.H. Swing out To Lake Nostalgia Route 5 to Laughing Pines Get off at Funway West Drive into Springtime Drive into Springtime It's you and me honey, in a crowded booth At the Smokehouse in the Sand I'm dragging out some bad old gag When you touch my hand At 4 a.m. we go out of this place You look absurdly sweet We hike downtown to Avenue A Like we own the street Swing out To Lake Nostalgia Route 5 to Laughing Pines Get off at Funway West Drive into Springtime Drive into Springtime |
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| 4. |
| 7:09 |
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Snowbound
Let's sleep in today Wake me up When the wolves come out to play Heat up These white nights We're gonna turn this town Into a city of lights At Nervous Time We roll downtown We've got scenes to crash We're gonna trick and trash We're gonna find some fun We hit the street With visors down With our thermasuits Sealed up tight We can beat the freeze And get saved tonight Let's stop off at the Metroplex That little dancer's got some style Yes she's the one I'll be waiting for At the stage door Snowbound Let's sleep in today Wake me up When the wolves come out to play Heat up These white nights We're gonna turn this town Into a city of lights We take the tube To Club Hi Ho It's about deadspace It's a marketplace And a party house too Something new From Charlie Tokyo It's a kind of pyramid With a human heart Beating in an ion grid A critic grabs us And says without a smile The work seduces us with light Eviva laughs and we step out Into the blue-white night Snowbound Let's sleep in today Wake me up When the wolves come out to play Heat up These white nights We're gonna turn this town Into a city of lights We sail our icecats on the frozen river Some loser fires off a flare, amen For seven seconds it's like Christmas day And then it's dark again And then it's dark again Snowbound Let's sleep in today Wake me up When the wolves come out to play Heat up These white nights We're gonna turn this town Into a city of lights Snowbound Let's sleep in today Wake me up When the wolves come out to play Heat up These white nights We're gonna turn this town Into a city of lights |
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| 5. |
| 6:18 |
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Our town is just like any other
Good citizens at work and play Normal folks doin' business in the normal way This morning was like any other Mommies kissing daddies goodbye Then the milkman screamed And pointed up at the sky From Sheilus to the reefs of Kizmar From Stargate and the outer worlds They're speeding towards our sun On a party run Here come tomorrow's girls Tomorrow's girls You see them on the grass at lunch hour Soaking up the vertical rays In their summer dresses A little smile can really make your day Their kisses feel like real kisses And when they cry they cry real tears But what's left in your arms When the static clears? They're landing on the Jersey beaches Their engines make the white sand swirl The heat is so intense Earth men have no defense Against tomorrow's girls Tomorrow's girls In the cool of the evening In the last light of the triple sun I wait by the go-tree When the day's busywork is done Soon the warm night breezes Start to rolling in off the sea (Warm night breezes rolling in off the sea) Yes, at lantern time That's when you come to me (Come to me) Come to me Ah Our home is just like any other We're grillin' burgers on the back lawn Some time goes by We fall asleep with the TV on I dream about a laughing angel Then the laugh becomes a furious whine Look out, fellas It's shredding time They're mixing with the population A virus wearing pumps and pearls Lord help the lonely guys Hooked by those hungry eyes Here come tomorrow's girls From Sheilus to the reefs of Kizmar From Stargate and the outer worlds They're speeding towards our sun On a party run Here come tomorrow's girls Tomorrow's girls Tomorrow's girls You're not my Ruthie You're not my Debbie You're not my Sherry You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) You're not my Nancy You're not my Barbie You're not my Betty You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) Not my Julie Not my Chloe Not my Judy You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) You're not my Rona You're not my Mona Not my Sarah You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) You're not my Lucy You're not my Linda You're not my Lisa You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) You're not my Joni Not my Judy Not my Rosie You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) Not my Dottie Not my Lottie Not my Lina You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) Not my Cindy Not my Mindy Not my Sally You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) You're not my sister You're not my mother Significant other You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) Not my Ellie Not my Emmy Not my Susie You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) Not my Annie Not my Lani Not my Carrie You're one of tomorrow's girls (Tomorrow's girls) You're not my Brenda You're not my Wanda You're not my Sonya |
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| 6. |
| 6:02 |
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Start on Key Plantain
Walk a tropical mile You'll see a house In the Spanish style There's a room in back With a view of the sea Where she sits and dreams Does she dream of me When summer's gone I get ready To make that Carribee run I've got to have Some time in the sun When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom I keep drifting back To your Florida room She's dressed too warm For this latitude We go out to lunch With some Jamaican dude Then the sunshower breaks We come in out of the rain But in her Florida room There's a hurricane While the city freezes over We'll be strollin' down the shore Can she bring me back To life once more When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom I keep drifting back To your Florida room When summer's gone I get ready To make that Carribee run I've got to have Some time in the sun When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom I keep drifting back To your Florida room |
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| 7. |
| 8:07 |
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Drive along the sea
Far from the city's twitch and smoke To a misty beach That's where my life became a joke On the dunes On the dunes (Became a joke on the dunes) Where rents are high And seabirds cry On the dunes As you spoke you must have known It was a kind of homicide I stood and watched my happiness Drift outwards with the tide On the dunes On the dunes (Homicide on the dunes) It wasn't fair It's brutal there On the dunes Pretty boats Sweeping along the shore In the faltering light Pretty women With their lovers by their side It's like an awful dream I have most every night In the summer all the swells Join in the search for sun and sand For me it's just a joyless place Where this loneliness began On the dunes On the dunes (Loneliness on the dunes) I'm pretty tough But the wind is rough On the dunes |
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| 8. |
| 6:10 |
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Out on the fringe
Where the shallows meet the scratchlands Out where hope and the highway ends You can park or cruise Both ways you lose This is Flytown now my friend You take a walk on Bleak Street Tonight could be the night you crash Then you turn and stop Start to fingerpop You think you hear a wailin' combo You climb a flight of twisted stairs Some cat says buddy If you've got eyes To rhythmatize Bring your flat hat and your ax 'Cause tonight at ten We'll be workin' again At the Teahouse on the Tracks The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion So slick it should have been a crime Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan Lead off the big front line The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse You get a case of party feet (Then the room turns bright And fills up with light) And then from somewhere deep inside you Some frozen stuff begins to crack Better hurry If you've got eyes To rhythmatize Bring your flat hat and your ax 'Cause tonight at ten We'll be workin' again At the Teahouse on the Tracks Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine Just above the Good Time Flats It's your last chance To learn how to dance At the Teahouse on the Tracks On Sunday morning You're back at the wheel You're feelng calm and crisp and strong If you've got eyes To rhythmatize Bring your flat hat and your ax 'Cause tonight at ten We'll be workin' again At the Teahouse on the Tracks If it feels right Just drive for the light That's the groovessential facts Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street At the Teahouse on the Tracks |
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