Richard Barbieri [Keyboards]

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

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

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

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

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

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

A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand
But for the grace of god goes another man

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less

A choirboy is buried on the moors
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
So some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less

I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes

She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed

You don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget you own agenda
Get ready to be sold

I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fame

(Take your hands off my land)

Credit me with some intelligence
(if not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(in five varieties)

And even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
I see you and me together
And how it should have been

I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappear

You keep me waiting
You keep me alone in a room full of friends
You keep me hating
You keep me listening to the Bends

No amount of pointless days
Can make this go away

You have me on my knees
You have me listless and deranged
You have me in your pocket
You have me distant and estranged

No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away

I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to

You find me wanting
You find me bloodless but inspired
You find me out
You find me hallucinating fire

No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away

Have we ever been here before?
Running headlong at the floor
Leave me dreaming on a railway track
Wrap me up and send me back

I need you more than you can know
And if I hurt myself it's just for show
I found a better way to curb the pain
You put a trigger here inside my brain

Mother I need her
I'm falling apart
Mother I need her
And it's only the start

I may be nothing now but I will rise
I'll have more followers than jesus christ

Through all the smashing and crashing cars
I love the ground you walk with all my heart

A light snow is falling on London
All sign of the living has gone
The train pulls into the stations
And no-one gets off and no-one gets on

Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
Don't fight me
I know you'll never care
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?

One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside the ghost of a parting
And no-one is left, just the cigarette smoke

How many children did I bring into this world?
How many did I lose in the shopping arcade?

This is no rehearsal - play it back
and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal - somebody
interpret this for me

And still I remember how I dressed him this morning
And then he was gone - stolen, my only one

I am - in my pram
Look you - I'm so new I am - sleeping there
Underneath the stairs

If you - wanted to
You'd find - inside my mind
Things so surreal
My lips are sealed

In the rain in cellphane
Pale dogs and demigods
They won't bring me down
The clocks go round, they never stop

I've been - in limousines
I've nseen - inside your dreams
It's raining there
Try not to stare

Ghosts in the park
Appear just after dark
Killers, children ...
But no-one has a harp
They look like tourists
It makes me want to laugh

Under floorboards
It's hard to fly a kite
Underwater
My cigarette won't light
Standing in the shade
I'm getting frostbite

Strange as I seem
I'm getting stranger by the minute
Look in my dreams
They're getting stranger by the minute

When I'm drowning
You drag me up to you
Rings in the water
My only residue
But you're just fiction
And I'm a twisted boy

Stranded here on planet earth
It's not much but it could be worse
Everything's free here, there's no crowds

Winter lasted five long years
No sun will come again I fear
Chemical harvest was sown

And I will wait for you
Until the sky is blue
And I will wait for you
What else can I do?

A spaceship from another star
They ask me where all the people are
What can I tell them?

I tell them I'm the only one
There was a war but I must have won
Please take me with you.

This song leaks out onto the pavement
It could be a joke, it could be a statement
The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care
The more you can read in to what isn't there

Maybe it's time to stop swimming
Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map

I'll leave now this can't continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know what the lift can be painfully slow
So I'm happy to leave by the window