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He bought and sold a video
Made a fortune in between A thousand well-known faces Passed across that stupid screen He turned them down He never thought they had so much to say He watched those faces come and go Up close He saw the strain And he watches it all Yes he watches it all Someone broke into his house last night It's strange they didn't take a thing Someone broke into his house last night But still it feels like they took everything Home is where the head is Home is where the demons all come out to play Home is where you hide yourself at night And home is where you feel safe And still he watches it all He watches it all And it's small It all seems small Did you read it in the Sunday paper? The headline called him the 'Sailors Deacon' He fell in love with the lighthouse keeper Spends his time bringing home the beacon Huh He bought and sold a video Made a fortune in between |
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| 2. |
| 3:50 |
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I'll tear down the sky
Don't stop now No never in a million years I'd spit in their eye Don't stop now But I won't be a volunteer And now I'm always dreaming of dreams That lie in state Waiting for me to wake And make A life for them I know I'll never let Those self-defeating fears Spoil those golden years These days that pass us by So slow And now I always wander Through fields that never stood Can't see the trees for the wood Or maybe - yes I could Oh no I'll tear down the sky Don't stop now No never in a million years |
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| 3. |
| 2:53 |
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Why are you talking in code?
You talk so loud sometimes we don't understand C'mon give us a sign Wave us a flag or flash me an eye Cos I need you tonight I need you right now I got sweat on my mind But you're taking your time Yeah kiss where it stings c'mon show me a time But when you talk in code and you talk in signs Wave those hands And you flash those eyes I don't understand when you blind me with science You talk in code Talking keep talkin' Decipher me now Describe me an arc with a low point or two Ah cough me a code Astonish me dear with a new point of view Yes it's all in your hands The Wristwatch Frisco is in action again Ah well I like you I think It varies so much sometimes it really depends on If you talk in code...etc. And then if A = B Sometimes what you say isn't all that it seems And if C = 3 Inscrutable view with a new slant on things Ah semaphore girl I love the taste of you dressed up in green But you're talking in code I don't understand but I won't make a scene Cos when you....etc. |
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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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To the bitter end
We go all the way It isn't too far It isn't too far To the bitter end With our wills of iron Souls of coal Hearts of gold To the bitter end Sit on a fence all day Looking for change Any spare change To the bitter end And on the side that wins How can you lose? We always do To the bitter end When the wind bites cold Look at the rain Engand in May To the bitter end We'll go all the way It isn't too far And it goes on.... |
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| 5. |
| 3:35 |
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So I turned on the radio and everyone was
listening to chicken jazz... See that man over there... He's got cold feet He'd march to the drum But the drummer's Dead beat He's fragile tonight But he says he's clean He's uncertain when he's speaking But he knows what he means Ah he's shivering now But he don't look cold He say Turn up the weather So I do as I'm told Do you know about empty Die a little inside Cos he hasn't lived until he's died You couldn't have lived until you've tried He hasn't lived until he's died The Little Death... See that woman over there She got cold feet She'd march to the drum But the drummer's Dead beat She reach for the sky But the sky turn black She hanging by her nails but her knuckles just cracked She said, "It's strange but nice to have no future or past If you can't stand the heat you just turn up the gas" I nod as if I know she can't say I haven't tried Cos she hasn't lived until she's died you couldn't have lived until you've tried She hasn't lived until she's died The Little Death... _________________________________________________ *written by Bob Geldof & Pete Briquette *from the album entitled "V-Deep" |
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| 6. |
| 5:59 |
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A storm breaks over our head
We take shelter We do as we're told A storm breaks over our head We take shelter Come in from the cold Life's OK If you drink Oh Life's OK If you dream Oh I can hear it I can feel it All around the air is freezing Ice cold (Ice cold, freezing cold) Across the sea Across the sky Ice and Fire Ice and Fire So blow your Breath into your hands And wipe the frost Out of yours Life's OK If you don't think Oh Life's OK If you dream Oh |
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| 7. |
| 3:37 |
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Up all night
Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night African jungle Big city street The only real difference is in The people you meet Up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night It's an agreeable town It's neat and sedate Why even the muggers are off The streets by eight Up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe Polite and well spoken Well heeded and well sane They know they're alive When they start to feel pain You're staying up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night Up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe Big city jungle African street The only real difference is in The people they meet |
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| 8. |
| 4:45 |
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I heard Tarzan outside playing on the Jungle Blues
I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool Bony Watusi fingers Beating on the bark of a tree Now Tarzan and me, well, obviously we're like that Me and Tarzan, yeah we get on like a house on fire Look at cool Louise she's the one with the knick-knack eyes She's only 17 but she knows how to make boys fight Yeah she'll slit you with her eyes an' she'll slash you With her cut-back smile Ah she's as cruel as a pig but we love her like a house on fire Louise and me now obviously we're like that Yes me and Louise we'll make it like a house on fire I saw a raw white angel executing loop-de-loops in the sky Drawing lazy spirals with his slipstream smoke as he silently Passed us by But his halo got too heavy so he hung it down around his waist Doing halo hula-hoops, executing loop-de-loops takes a lot of Skill and bad taste Now the angel and me obviously we're like that Me and the devil we get it on like a house on fire |
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| 3:59 |
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Charmed lives
Nothing much to do tonight Charmed lives Oh no, oh no Charmed lives I think I'll do my hair tonight Charmed lives Cos it's so, it's so Well, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK But it drives me insane Can't do a thing with it Look at it This way and that Pile it up? Spray it on? Grease it straight back? Charmed lives Nothing much to do today Oh no, oh no Think I'll see some friends today Cos they're so...they're so... Yeah they're OK, they're OK, they're OK And we all think the same Cos we're on the phone Hear the news It's all grief and gloom Yes things are bad Really bad But we're clearly immune We lead Charmed lives __________________________________________________ *written by Bob Geldof *taken from the album entitled "V-Deep" |
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| 10. |
| 4:37 |
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Skin on Skin
Nothing more or less than Skin on skin I want to lick the sweat off Skin on skin But don't talk to me about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to cut in deep in Skin on skin I need to sink my teeth in Skin on skin But don't talk to me about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to crush your mouth And skin on skin I want to bruise your lips Tell me what do you know about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to scratch your flesh And skin on skin I need to scrape the bones of Skin on skin You can't teach me a thing about right or wrong London stops And everything's sweet You look out of your window But there's no street The cars are gone The night is dead And the dogs have lost their growl And the air seems stale Cos the lions caged It whimpers low but the beast has been tamed So where's the riot It's much too quiet And my breath taste like Rotten feet There's chatter from my window But it seems so dead And there's no one talking But some talking heads Yes, tonight we go to sleep With the lullabye sound of buildings falling down Hey d'ya hear the scratch of skin on skin Hey d'ya feel the scrape of bone on bone Things get tight, close to the bone We feel fragile tonight We don't like us much But we can stay warm at least for an hour or two Skin on skin I need to scratch and bleed it Skin on skin Just the touch and feel of Skin on skin We don't talk anymore about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to smell the stink of Skin on skin Hot in the summer heat and Skin on skin I never open my mouth about right or wrong |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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| 13. |
| 5:52 |
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I heard Tarzan outside playing on the Jungle Blues
I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool Bony Watusi fingers Beating on the bark of a tree Now Tarzan and me, well, obviously we're like that Me and Tarzan, yeah we get on like a house on fire Look at cool Louise she's the one with the knick-knack eyes She's only 17 but she knows how to make boys fight Yeah she'll slit you with her eyes an' she'll slash you With her cut-back smile Ah she's as cruel as a pig but we love her like a house on fire Louise and me now obviously we're like that Yes me and Louise we'll make it like a house on fire I saw a raw white angel executing loop-de-loops in the sky Drawing lazy spirals with his slipstream smoke as he silently Passed us by But his halo got too heavy so he hung it down around his waist Doing halo hula-hoops, executing loop-de-loops takes a lot of Skill and bad taste Now the angel and me obviously we're like that Me and the devil we get it on like a house on fire |
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| 14. |
| 6:56 |
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Up all night
Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night African jungle Big city street The only real difference is in The people you meet Up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night It's an agreeable town It's neat and sedate Why even the muggers are off The streets by eight Up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe Polite and well spoken Well heeded and well sane They know they're alive When they start to feel pain You're staying up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night Up all night Ooh za za Ooh staying up all night Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe Big city jungle African street The only real difference is in The people they meet |
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