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Everything's neat and compact
There's not much to shout about But winter is breaking inside of me Now life is so incomplete But you're one of the boys again But is that all you want to be? Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien Slowly descend from heaven Anyway we turn we win But how can you always be so sure? Nightporters sleep on weekdays Living a lifetime too Walking away without a cure Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien The noise on the stairs disturbs me Somebody walks my way But can you rely on everything I feel? Driving through endless buildings The desert is so serene But Mondays were never really my ideal Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties Where will she go What shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown To all tomorrow's parties What shall she do With Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Thursday's child is Sunday's clown From whom no-one ever borrows A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
Doucement, ne les derangez pas
Il y a des gens qui vivent comme ca Les artistes de demain En desespoir agreable (Translation) Quietly, now, don't disturb them There are people who live like that The artists of tomorrow In pleasant despair |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
A summerhouse in Texas
Searching for Siberia Pioneering underground We looked a lot like you Now work is done, the table set Deliver insufficient sound Oh my, fall in love with me Oh my, fall in love with me Cross military lines Nobody would believe us now The weather working with us We looked a lot like you Now every boy's a refugee Living for the moment Through the shrieking wails Trans-European overseas Silently leaving Amsterdam We looked a lot like you Shy away from standard life Each bitter moment lingers on |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
The cottage is windswept
Now there's only sorrow here Follow evacuation signs You're detached and broken and so sentimental now Remembering how we passed our time Somebody waits for me Far beyond our halloween Germanic forces marching on concrete squares Our love is just defenceless sound And could we believe that all you said was true We would be so determined now Slowly emerging Dividing Germany Everyone's lost in East Berlin Only believing just what you want to hear We're waiting at stations once again |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
Before the light of day reveals itself
I assured she won't forget But still I will console myself Should I lose something I could regret But now she turns to leave Exactly like she used to do Did nobody warn you boy Love's in vogue again my love Did nobody tell you girl Love's in vogue again my love Before the light of day I awake She's clearly not herself today Across a crowded room life begins Before the moment drifts away How bitter the morning feels Exactly like it ought to do |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose It seems so sentimental Why should I care? Somewhere there's a sound of distant living Locked up in high society It seems so artificial Why should I care? Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Another vehicle heads for sunset No other providence will do They're only buildings and houses Why should I care Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo |
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Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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from Japan - Quiet Life (1979)
Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
You do me wrong but I'm still crazy 'bout you
Stay away too long and I can't live without you Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more But each hurt just makes my love stronger than before I know that flowers grow to rain But how can love grow to pain? Ain't that peculiar, a peculiarity Ain't that peculiar, peculiar as can be You tell me lies that you'll be honest to me But I'm so much in love that I don't see that The things you do and say are designed to make me blue It's a doggone shame my love that your lies seem true If the truth makes love last longer Why do lies make love last stronger? Ain't that peculiar, a peculiarity Ain't that peculiar, peculiar as can be Oh I've cried so much just like a child that's lost his toy Maybe baby you think these tears I cry are tears of joy A child can cry so much and still do anything you say Well, I'm like a child my tears don't help me get my way I know that love can last through years But how can love last through tears? Ain't that peculiar, a peculiarity Ain't that peculiar, peculiar as can be |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
Now there's a girl about town I'd like to know
I'd like to slip away with you And if you said you love me how could I mind? Is there another side to everything you do? Take in the country air You'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Breathe life into me Spin me round And I'll just sit and wonder why Just a foreign town with a foreign mind Why is everything so cut and dried? The taste of country air you'll never know Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Take in the country, ah you'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
It's a new design
The cut and style you know so well Spins across the floor It's the same routine Just one last word before you go Why should I ask for more? Then out of the blue you're here by me Moving Taking my chance Learning Methods of dance It's such as price to pay You sense the doubt inside my mind But never ask me why No second chances now I could be sure if I were to live at your speed of life Then out of the blue you're here by me Moving Taking my chance Learning Methods of dance Oh, oh, oh Methods of dance |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
I never wanted to be on my own
I could be wrong but I just slipped away from home Now I'm gone Well way down south having minor ups and downs And then moving on ahead in leaps and bounds Why, boy, they're playing our song outside where no-one can hear Why, boy, they're playing our song at the start of my new career Well it's a different walk of life That I've come to know because at every port of call comes a time to go Well they say down south the sun won't set on my hometown It's just driving in this heat that gets me down I could never hurt anyone Least of all you |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
Could I ever explain
This feeling of love it just lingers on The fear in my heart that keeps telling me which way to turn We'll wander again Our clothes they are wet We shy from the rain Longing to touch all the places we know we can hide The width of a room that can hold so much pleasure inside Here am I alone again A quiet town where life begins Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away I'll watch for a sign And if I should ever again cross your mind I'll sit in my room and wait until nightlife begins I'm catching my breath We'll both brave the weather again Here am I alone again A quiet town where life gives in Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
Tell me when the work is done
Tell me when the day is through And I'll drive safely inside my car Taking islands in Africa Shout if someone gets too near I'll know just what I ought to do I'll arrive safely in my car Taking islands in Africa Now you're feet are back on the ground again She'll say the weather's dim but relax my love Relax and swing Things you say are not too clear I'm someone you'll neither know again But I sit here and watch from afar Taking islands in Africa Whisper in the wind |
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from Japan - Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980)
Taking islands in Africa
Watch the slow boat hit and run Outside there's a world waiting I'll take it all by storm And when the sunset finds me I'm coming home Taking islands in Africa Watch the slow boat hit and run Everyday the sun beats down I pull away from shore The wind blows hard into my sails Now I know I'm out of touch And times they could get tough But I move on so I cannot fail Taking islands in Africa Watch the slow boat hit and run When the evening fires burn The daylight dead and gone With you beside me we can run Outside there's a world waiting I'll take it all by storm And when the sunset finds me I'm coming home Taking islands in Africa Watch the slow boat hit and run Taking islands in Africa Just watch the slow boat hit and run Everyday the sun beats down I'll pull away from shore The wind blows hard into my sails |
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from Japan - Tin Drum (1981)
We're pushing through these farming towns
We worked hard ploughing over ground Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Red army calls you home We're singing marching through the hills We're changing the lives we've led for years Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Red army calls you home Red army calls you Red army needs you Gentlemen you heard us call Raised your glass and called for more Only young men broke the wall |
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from Japan - Tin Drum (1981)
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well I ought to leave but The rain it never stops And I have no particular place to go Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind Well I'm feeling nervous And I find myself alone The simple life's no longer there Once I was so sure Now the doubt inside my mind Comes and goes but leads nowhere Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind |
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from Japan - Tin Drum (1981)
Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago Sometimes we sense the doubt together Sometimes alone I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men Every voice I hear sounds so familiar Every song I know Still there's been no change in the weather But sometime we'll have to go I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men |
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from Japan - Tin Drum (1981)
Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone I pack to leave a foreign town It seems I'll never know But I'll rent new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Slow boats moving with the tide Drifting far from shore It's the nature of this country life I've never known before Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes The sound of wildlife fills the air So warm and dry The bushland burns in this southern heat Like an open fire Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes...mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Blood life My life Still life in mobile homes A voice screams from heaven As we start to sail It's the calling of the fatherland I used to know so well 'Til I'll find new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes |
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from Japan - Tin Drum (1981)
I hear a voice I hear a sound
But nothing plays on my mind I take the car I travel round But nothing stays on my mind What do you do when things go wrong ? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland What do you do when things go wrong ? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland But now I'm scared Now I'm lost in love All these things were never done Your burning bridge my talking drum Now we're too late for heaven |
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from Japan - Tin Drum (1981)
Once I was young
Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning...burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
We're pushing through these farming towns
We worked hard ploughing over ground Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Red army calls you home We're singing marching through the hills We're changing the lives we've led for years Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Red army calls you home Red army calls you Red army needs you Gentlemen you heard us call Raised your glass and called for more Only young men broke the wall |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Now there's a girl about town I'd like to know
I'd like to slip away with you And if you said you love me how could I mind? Is there another side to everything you do? Take in the country air You'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Breathe life into me Spin me round And I'll just sit and wonder why Just a foreign town with a foreign mind Why is everything so cut and dried? The taste of country air you'll never know Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Take in the country, ah you'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well I ought to leave but The rain it never stops And I have no particular place to go Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind Well I'm feeling nervous And I find myself alone The simple life's no longer there Once I was so sure Now the doubt inside my mind Comes and goes but leads nowhere Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
It's a new design
The cut and style you know so well Spins across the floor It's the same routine Just one last word before you go Why should I ask for more? Then out of the blue you're here by me Moving Taking my chance Learning Methods of dance It's such as price to pay You sense the doubt inside my mind But never ask me why No second chances now I could be sure if I were to live at your speed of life Then out of the blue you're here by me Moving Taking my chance Learning Methods of dance Oh, oh, oh Methods of dance |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Could I ever explain
This feeling of love it just lingers on The fear in my heart that keeps telling me which way to turn We'll wander again Our clothes they are wet We shy from the rain Longing to touch all the places we know we can hide The width of a room that can hold so much pleasure inside Here am I alone again A quiet town where life begins Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away I'll watch for a sign And if I should ever again cross your mind I'll sit in my room and wait until nightlife begins I'm catching my breath We'll both brave the weather again Here am I alone again A quiet town where life gives in Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Could I ever explain
This feeling of love it just lingers on The fear in my heart that keeps telling me which way to turn We'll wander again Our clothes they are wet We shy from the rain Longing to touch all the places we know we can hide The width of a room that can hold so much pleasure inside Here am I alone again A quiet town where life begins Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away I'll watch for a sign And if I should ever again cross your mind I'll sit in my room and wait until nightlife begins I'm catching my breath We'll both brave the weather again Here am I alone again A quiet town where life gives in Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago Sometimes we sense the doubt together Sometimes alone I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men Every voice I hear sounds so familiar Every song I know Still there's been no change in the weather But sometime we'll have to go I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago Sometimes we sense the doubt together Sometimes alone I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men Every voice I hear sounds so familiar Every song I know Still there's been no change in the weather But sometime we'll have to go I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone I pack to leave a foreign town It seems I'll never know But I'll rent new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Slow boats moving with the tide Drifting far from shore It's the nature of this country life I've never known before Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes The sound of wildlife fills the air So warm and dry The bushland burns in this southern heat Like an open fire Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes...mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Blood life My life Still life in mobile homes A voice screams from heaven As we start to sail It's the calling of the fatherland I used to know so well 'Til I'll find new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone I pack to leave a foreign town It seems I'll never know But I'll rent new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Slow boats moving with the tide Drifting far from shore It's the nature of this country life I've never known before Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes The sound of wildlife fills the air So warm and dry The bushland burns in this southern heat Like an open fire Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes...mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Blood life My life Still life in mobile homes A voice screams from heaven As we start to sail It's the calling of the fatherland I used to know so well 'Til I'll find new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Tell me when the work is done
Tell me when the day is through And I'll drive safely inside my car Taking islands in Africa Shout if someone gets too near I'll know just what I ought to do I'll arrive safely in my car Taking islands in Africa Now you're feet are back on the ground again She'll say the weather's dim but relax my love Relax and swing Things you say are not too clear I'm someone you'll neither know again But I sit here and watch from afar Taking islands in Africa Whisper in the wind |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Once I was young
Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning...burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time |
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from Japan - Oil On Canvas (1983)
Once I was young
Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning...burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter We're just another hype But the pressure's getting harder Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher A lovers' etiquette Make love on first impression And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Well, the lady buys a thrill Excitement in succession But a heartache won't partake In articulate obsession Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh yeah! Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh, well, pretty things at rest No courtesy surprising For love is heaven blessed All catastrophies denying Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Aw, when you're out on the street With your lovers infections Counting possibilities by elimination And your body's still damp From your one-room apartment And your heartache remains, when Love's not the antidote You'll submerge again Emerge again Just get off the street! Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties Where will she go What shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown To all tomorrow's parties What shall she do With Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Thursday's child is Sunday's clown From whom no-one ever borrows A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
Your skin a white stained sensation
Clinical bodies won't do And as we're pumping, pumping and resisting Inserting love into you Communist China Take me to heaven Somebody wrong We'll throw glass in your face Call it new propaganda Still, we've been waiting for so long I'll take you out in the moonlight Oblique horizons won't do The knife in your fist Is breaking up the white walls Here's penetration for you Face-to-face confrontation Personal problems for you And conversation's getting far too vicious Impersonation won't do |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
Scurrying across the broadwalk
Some places I tend to forget Echoings deep in my throat It's so cold in this luncheonette, well Somebody wants to know you An ordinary boy Somebody wants to know you A standard polaroid, well Here I am European son Sometimes the passenger European son Here I am Suffragettes in Washington Disposable serviettes Searching for the quiet life There's no love in this luncheonette, well |
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Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat Maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse than none at all Oh little girl In that case I don't want no part I do believe that would only break my heart So if you feel like loving me If you've got that notion I second that emotion So if you feel like giving me A life-time of devotion I second that emotion Maybe you think that love will tie you down And you don't seem to like to hang around Or maybe you think thot love was made for fools So it makes you wise to break the rules I second that emotion I second that emotion I second that emotion (Oh little girl) |
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There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose It seems so sentimental Why should I care? Somewhere there's a sound of distant living Locked up in high society It seems so artificial Why should I care? Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Another vehicle heads for sunset No other providence will do They're only buildings and houses Why should I care Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo |
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Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
Standing outside on a kitchen floor
Love utensils in the palm of her hand Saluting supermarket majorettes We understand Oh, muzak for digital clocks Departmental stores, vacate no sound Exchanging surgical appliances On hired ground And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia Soldierettes marching in the parking lot Bleach your body, be proof to the fact Moving out in all directions And turning back Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam Masturbated over jilted bouquets Approximation's counting on a freight line We pull away And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia Oh, Nazis in full attack Burning niggers in a cotton field Service stations offer promises And promises offer me And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
Just you and me and a Marxist gun
Heaven knows you've got a lot to learn Fall in love or take your time Don't you know You've gotta take your turn Son, your ambition's way too high Once you're gone misquoted apathy Your pacifier broken heart's So much better than your reverie (you'll ever be) Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Forget the love Forget the fun Can depend on every word I say Don't take no shit from anyone Can't accept you right away Well, don't offend my heart with love As imitation lovers do Just motivate your callous heart Don't you know this time the joke's on you On every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you On every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Persecution on your hands Observations of a refugee, oh yeah Oh making love with one so dear Emulation of a strategy Your proposition's way too high Your criminal connections start, oh yeah The pressure of your body down Consummation of a naked heart, yeah Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Pushin' on, baby Well on every state line I'm workin' on love, my love |
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from Japan - Assemblage (1992)
Flirting new ambition
Pressure for the ceiling No vacation on immaculate times Domestic training A woman's intuition A love is churning out on factory lines Health demanding Unfit behaviour Commuters converse in satirical signs Know no news and no personnel crisis With new indifferent industrial crimes Welcome to suburban Berlin Welcome to suburban Berlin Love affairs And endless strategies I don't believe in a word they said City limits No more information Go follow navigation in your head Welcome to suburban Berlin Welcome to suburban Berlin |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
Now there's a girl about town I'd like to know
I'd like to slip away with you And if you said you love me how could I mind? Is there another side to everything you do? Take in the country air You'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Breathe life into me Spin me round And I'll just sit and wonder why Just a foreign town with a foreign mind Why is everything so cut and dried? The taste of country air you'll never know Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Take in the country, ah you'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love they fall in love |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well I ought to leave but The rain it never stops And I have no particular place to go Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind Well I'm feeling nervous And I find myself alone The simple life's no longer there Once I was so sure Now the doubt inside my mind Comes and goes but leads nowhere Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
I see nothing
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
It's a new design
The cut and style you know so well Spins across the floor It's the same routine Just one last word before you go Why should I ask for more? Then out of the blue you're here by me Moving Taking my chance Learning Methods of dance It's such as price to pay You sense the doubt inside my mind But never ask me why No second chances now I could be sure if I were to live at your speed of life Then out of the blue you're here by me Moving Taking my chance Learning Methods of dance Oh, oh, oh Methods of dance |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
I never wanted to be on my own
I could be wrong but I just slipped away from home Now I'm gone Well way down south having minor ups and downs And then moving on ahead in leaps and bounds Why, boy, they're playing our song outside where no-one can hear Why, boy, they're playing our song at the start of my new career Well it's a different walk of life That I've come to know because at every port of call comes a time to go Well they say down south the sun won't set on my hometown It's just driving in this heat that gets me down I could never hurt anyone Least of all you |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
Could I ever explain
This feeling of love it just lingers on The fear in my heart that keeps telling me which way to turn We'll wander again Our clothes they are wet We shy from the rain Longing to touch all the places we know we can hide The width of a room that can hold so much pleasure inside Here am I alone again A quiet town where life begins Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away I'll watch for a sign And if I should ever again cross your mind I'll sit in my room and wait until nightlife begins I'm catching my breath We'll both brave the weather again Here am I alone again A quiet town where life gives in Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
I hear a voice I hear a sound
But nothing plays on my mind I take the car I travel round But nothing stays on my mind What do you do when things go wrong ? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland What do you do when things go wrong ? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland But now I'm scared Now I'm lost in love All these things were never done Your burning bridge my talking drum Now we're too late for heaven |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
Once I was young
Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning...burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time |
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from Japan - Exorcising Ghosts (1994)
Well it's been a long time
How should I feel? What can I say? With fantastic stories You present yourself In different ways Some particular places Remembered so well Are hard to forget We've travelled so far now Then we were so young Hard to impress But she comes and goes The other side of life Sheltering only The other side of life These singular occasions We seem to share Stumble and fall If you could remember To wave a sign of life my way |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter We're just another hype But the pressure's getting harder Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher A lovers' etiquette Make love on first impression And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Well, the lady buys a thrill Excitement in succession But a heartache won't partake In articulate obsession Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh yeah! Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh, well, pretty things at rest No courtesy surprising For love is heaven blessed All catastrophies denying Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Aw, when you're out on the street With your lovers infections Counting possibilities by elimination And your body's still damp From your one-room apartment And your heartache remains, when Love's not the antidote You'll submerge again Emerge again Just get off the street! Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Everything's neat and compact
There's not much to shout about But winter is breaking inside of me Now life is so incomplete But you're one of the boys again But is that all you want to be? Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien Slowly descend from heaven Anyway we turn we win But how can you always be so sure? Nightporters sleep on weekdays Living a lifetime too Walking away without a cure Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien The noise on the stairs disturbs me Somebody walks my way But can you rely on everything I feel? Driving through endless buildings The desert is so serene But Mondays were never really my ideal Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties Where will she go What shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown To all tomorrow's parties What shall she do With Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Thursday's child is Sunday's clown From whom no-one ever borrows A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Scurrying across the broadwalk
Some places I tend to forget Echoings deep in my throat It's so cold in this luncheonette, well Somebody wants to know you An ordinary boy Somebody wants to know you A standard polaroid, well Here I am European son Sometimes the passenger European son Here I am Suffragettes in Washington Disposable serviettes Searching for the quiet life There's no love in this luncheonette, well |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
A summerhouse in Texas
Searching for Siberia Pioneering underground We looked a lot like you Now work is done, the table set Deliver insufficient sound Oh my, fall in love with me Oh my, fall in love with me Cross military lines Nobody would believe us now The weather working with us We looked a lot like you Now every boy's a refugee Living for the moment Through the shrieking wails Trans-European overseas Silently leaving Amsterdam We looked a lot like you Shy away from standard life Each bitter moment lingers on |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
The cottage is windswept
Now there's only sorrow here Follow evacuation signs You're detached and broken and so sentimental now Remembering how we passed our time Somebody waits for me Far beyond our halloween Germanic forces marching on concrete squares Our love is just defenceless sound And could we believe that all you said was true We would be so determined now Slowly emerging Dividing Germany Everyone's lost in East Berlin Only believing just what you want to hear We're waiting at stations once again |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat Maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse than none at all Oh little girl In that case I don't want no part I do believe that would only break my heart So if you feel like loving me If you've got that notion I second that emotion So if you feel like giving me A life-time of devotion I second that emotion Maybe you think that love will tie you down And you don't seem to like to hang around Or maybe you think thot love was made for fools So it makes you wise to break the rules I second that emotion I second that emotion I second that emotion (Oh little girl) |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Before the light of day reveals itself
I assured she won't forget But still I will console myself Should I lose something I could regret But now she turns to leave Exactly like she used to do Did nobody warn you boy Love's in vogue again my love Did nobody tell you girl Love's in vogue again my love Before the light of day I awake She's clearly not herself today Across a crowded room life begins Before the moment drifts away How bitter the morning feels Exactly like it ought to do |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose It seems so sentimental Why should I care? Somewhere there's a sound of distant living Locked up in high society It seems so artificial Why should I care? Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Another vehicle heads for sunset No other providence will do They're only buildings and houses Why should I care Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
She keeps her patience for the bedroom
Should satisfy her for a week Her domination is executed cheaply With her studio technique What's new? She carries love in a carrier bag What's new? She don't keep her body clean Oh, Oh, Oh Illegitimate contributions And neurotic fantasies conceived Love is infectious I don't know about that Love is infectious I don't know about it She keeps appointments by the hour glass Guerilla warfare in her bed And constant love is oh oh so negative We're simulating sex instead She carries love in a carrier bag She don't keep her body clean Oh, Oh, Oh Illegitimate contributions And neurotic fantasies conceived Love is infectious I don't know about that Love is infectious I don't know about it No personality's essential Nobody strictly in command She's not direct, elusive Or inadequate Love's incompatible commands What's new? She carries love in a carrier bag What's new? She don't keep her body clean Oh, Oh, Oh Illegitimate contributions And neurotic heartaches are conceived Love is infectious I don't know about that Love is infectious I don't know about it |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Begging, pleading lose your love to me
It's all that I need No fool can ease my heart, my love The way that you do I will follow you Lovers on main street Well, don't forget me when you're laughing Disbelieving in all that I said When you're lying back to back With your problems Satisfaction comes slow You will never know Lovers on main street But if you need somebody to love Think of me But if your time has come Lovers on main street Argumentative, self-conceited You console all the love I possess But you'll conceal your own misfortune Leave heartaches behind You can always find Lovers on main street |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Flirting new ambition
Pressure for the ceiling No vacation on immaculate times Domestic training A woman's intuition A love is churning out on factory lines Health demanding Unfit behaviour Commuters converse in satirical signs Know no news and no personnel crisis With new indifferent industrial crimes Welcome to suburban Berlin Welcome to suburban Berlin Love affairs And endless strategies I don't believe in a word they said City limits No more information Go follow navigation in your head Welcome to suburban Berlin Welcome to suburban Berlin |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Take position and love will take a stand
That is the way it goes No inquisition, no cynical demands No-one should ever know Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby Oh, what a way to start Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby What a way to start Well, I'm trying to find All the love we discovered That is the way it goes No perversion in this unconventional love No way I'd rather see No diversion in this unintentional love No way I'd rather be Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby Oh, what a way to start Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby What a way to start |
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from Japan - In Vogue (1999)
Your confiscating transmission
For liberty, no sympathy Don't interfere with direct invitations She's talking of communial love Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You got no ID, No identity Don't break your heart over me, baby Your body falls, too unpredictable But I'm dancing The game is up - Your contraceptives low Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You got no ID, No identity Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You programme, love, insatiable crime Imprisons me - in liberty Your chauvinism's a sensuous smile Transmission of commercial love Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You got no ID, No identity But you got no ID, No identity! But you got no ID, No identity. |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter We're just another hype But the pressure's getting harder Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher A lovers' etiquette Make love on first impression And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Well, the lady buys a thrill Excitement in succession But a heartache won't partake In articulate obsession Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh yeah! Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh, well, pretty things at rest No courtesy surprising For love is heaven blessed All catastrophies denying Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Aw, when you're out on the street With your lovers infections Counting possibilities by elimination And your body's still damp From your one-room apartment And your heartache remains, when Love's not the antidote You'll submerge again Emerge again Just get off the street! Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter We're just another hype But the pressure's getting harder Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher A lovers' etiquette Make love on first impression And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Well, the lady buys a thrill Excitement in succession But a heartache won't partake In articulate obsession Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh yeah! Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh, well, pretty things at rest No courtesy surprising For love is heaven blessed All catastrophies denying Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Aw, when you're out on the street With your lovers infections Counting possibilities by elimination And your body's still damp From your one-room apartment And your heartache remains, when Love's not the antidote You'll submerge again Emerge again Just get off the street! Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher |
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The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter We're just another hype But the pressure's getting harder Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher A lovers' etiquette Make love on first impression And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Well, the lady buys a thrill Excitement in succession But a heartache won't partake In articulate obsession Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh yeah! Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh, well, pretty things at rest No courtesy surprising For love is heaven blessed All catastrophies denying Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Aw, when you're out on the street With your lovers infections Counting possibilities by elimination And your body's still damp From your one-room apartment And your heartache remains, when Love's not the antidote You'll submerge again Emerge again Just get off the street! Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Your skin a white stained sensation
Clinical bodies won't do And as we're pumping, pumping and resisting Inserting love into you Communist China Take me to heaven Somebody wrong We'll throw glass in your face Call it new propaganda Still, we've been waiting for so long I'll take you out in the moonlight Oblique horizons won't do The knife in your fist Is breaking up the white walls Here's penetration for you Face-to-face confrontation Personal problems for you And conversation's getting far too vicious Impersonation won't do |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Your skin a white stained sensation
Clinical bodies won't do And as we're pumping, pumping and resisting Inserting love into you Communist China Take me to heaven Somebody wrong We'll throw glass in your face Call it new propaganda Still, we've been waiting for so long I'll take you out in the moonlight Oblique horizons won't do The knife in your fist Is breaking up the white walls Here's penetration for you Face-to-face confrontation Personal problems for you And conversation's getting far too vicious Impersonation won't do |
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Begging, pleading lose your love to me
It's all that I need No fool can ease my heart, my love The way that you do I will follow you Lovers on main street Well, don't forget me when you're laughing Disbelieving in all that I said When you're lying back to back With your problems Satisfaction comes slow You will never know Lovers on main street But if you need somebody to love Think of me But if your time has come Lovers on main street Argumentative, self-conceited You console all the love I possess But you'll conceal your own misfortune Leave heartaches behind You can always find Lovers on main street |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Take it easy, check me out
Take it easy, check me out I move from the car wash Your hands are not clean From your fascist graffiti I'm getting kind of tired Descending escalators To the heart of the subway But you are not the only one baby, oh no Check me out Oh well it's getting kind of silly Inadequate bodies are waging a war But you better check the situation Your mouth is open wide But your body's too sore Say, but you are not the only one baby Check me out But my performance is good My performance is good My performance is good For your love For your love As I perform for you Another nervous breakdown Well nobody has to suffer The camera ejects From another location Take refuge in the city And move on down the line Between the cradle of stations But you are not the only one baby Check me out But my performance is good My performance is good My performance is good For your love For your love As I perform for you Another nervous breakdown |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Below the cities hustle begins
Expression lost in suburban winds Don't waste my time the way you do it My heart on main street My love for you So take your turn on the love carrousel Your time will come and I wish you well 'Cos, you've got love Got a whole lot more Now you got what I've been searching for, my baby Earth wind, earth wind and fire Cannot take me, take me much higher Earth wind, earth wind and fire Cannot push me, push me much higher No slow down, a love can't wait When time comes for you You can't be late We're burning love the whole night through What I do baby, I do for you It's coming though so Let the wind come rushing in I feel that soul sensation begin 'Cos you've got love Got a whole lot more Now you've got what I've been searching for Come on baby Earth wind, earth wind and fire Cannot take me, take me much higher Earth wind, earth wind and fire Cannot push me, push me much higher |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
I apologize again
Time after time after time The conversation drifts In no general direction And your oral love Is keeping me from bed And it's talking and talking It's all you ever said You know it's all you want All you want You don't fool me You don't fool me No surprises No surprises Love in the hallway Sex on the carpet Antagonism rising You know you try to categorise me 'Cos it's all you ever wanted Just it's all you want All you want But you're changing my love 'Cos all you want is television No heart is infected No damage is done No cavity open No body no fun They throw shit in your face And you smile They throw shit in your face And you still come up smiling You've got nothing to believe in The diverse, the young and the breathing But it's all you want All you want, all you want, all you want They said it's all you want All you want (Television) You've got blasphemy with a smile Insomnia sleeps with you nights You've got commercial sex appeal In sterile black and white You got glorious colourless motion From reel to reel you run Nocturnal television Internal sanctum But it's all you want It's all you want But you're changing my love 'Cos all you want is television (Television) All night and day It's all you ever wanted You got glorious colourless motion From reel to reel you run Nocturnal television Nocturnal television It's on all night and day All night and day All night and day Your fucking television It's all you ever wanted |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Take position and love will take a stand
That is the way it goes No inquisition, no cynical demands No-one should ever know Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby Oh, what a way to start Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby What a way to start Well, I'm trying to find All the love we discovered That is the way it goes No perversion in this unconventional love No way I'd rather see No diversion in this unintentional love No way I'd rather be Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby Oh, what a way to start Because I'm dancing Dancing to your heart Dancing to your heart, now baby What a way to start |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Your confiscating transmission
For liberty, no sympathy Don't interfere with direct invitations She's talking of communial love Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You got no ID, No identity Don't break your heart over me, baby Your body falls, too unpredictable But I'm dancing The game is up - Your contraceptives low Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You got no ID, No identity Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You programme, love, insatiable crime Imprisons me - in liberty Your chauvinism's a sensuous smile Transmission of commercial love Woo-wo, woo-wo If you had what it takes Well, you wouldn't be afraid But you got no ID, No identity You got no ID, No identity But you got no ID, No identity! But you got no ID, No identity. |
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from Japan - Adolescent Sex (2004)
Degradation takes a soul potential
The woman ain't to blame Infiltrate the morning's passing hours But love remains the same I know I wish you were black But ain't no use you pretending She ain't ever coming back To put you on the right track All American humour With all American smile Love is on the horizon baby But no one can reply, well, well I know I wish you were black But ain't no use singing gospel She ain't ever coming back To put you on the right track Breezin, breezin, she's no lover Nobody's lover, babe She says: Breezin, breezin Satisfaction unrequired baby A ghetto in your heart Hoards of mass production baby Is keeping us apart I know I wish you were black But ain't no use singing gospel She ain't ever coming back To put you on the right track She puts you on the right track |
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