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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
"Hello soldier boy," oh boy, she's spewing out her
propaganda, propaganda Might makes right, though you are wrong, you're right to fight her propaganda, propaganda, propaganda "Come to our side," she does say "Come on over," she does say Well I don't need more Competition for Her affection You should fight on Fight on Over there |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
At home, at work, at play
I know you're unavailable from dusk to dawn Or if you were available you'd bring along A lot of what could only be a hindrance to me I ain't a glutton for a lot of sweaty company You gotta catch her while she's still at home You gotta catch her while she's still at work You gotta catch her while she's still at play The only way is at home, work, or play Time really flies when it ain't that much time You better shave half your face at a time And brush the front of your teeth, leave the rest And be with her when she's not with the rest Stop, there's gotta be a million girls like her, though I can't think of one So you catch her while she's still at home And you catch her while she's still at work And you catch her while she's still at play Don't let her calendar be any cause to pout There is a bit of time when there are few about I'm gonna skirt the issue of her popularity And just avail myself of all the time that she is free You gotta catch her while she's still at home You gotta catch her while she's still at work You gotta catch her while she's still at play Cause half the day she's at home, work or play And time is fleeing the scene of the crime The act of passing out wrinkles and lines To every person regardless of race To every person regardless of face Stop, there's gotta be a million girls like her though I can't think of one So at home she says you butler well And at work she says you're typing well And at play she says you caddie well Stop, There's gotta be a million girls like her though I can't think of one So you catch her while she's still at home And you catch her while she's still at work And you catch her while she's still at play I'm gonna love you under incandescent light I'm gonna love you under fluorescent light The glaring sun above should not inhibit us at all I'm very glad to know that your libido never palls Stop, she's unique, especially at home Where you're butler, maid, and often cook And at work together juggling books Or at play between the tennis sets Or at play before she's placed her bet Or at play while she's still slightly wet Or at play while she is dripping wet |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
I'm on guard again but unprepared to fend for myself in a battle
You wont tell me why the shrubbery moves Or why there always has to be subterfusion You wont even say "at ease" After waging a costly siege When a potentate ain't so potent in his state he summons help fast Unilaterally I withdraw What was peace is now a grand coup d'etat The Purple Heart for valour please And no heart for you Denise Reinforcements, reinforcements I could use a strong rear guard Reinforcements, reinforcements First the left flank, then the right I'd sooner work the PX tonight Spoken: You intercept my S.O.S in order that no news of my distress will ever reach the homefront and about my camouflage, well, it didn't work on you ... in fact most things they tell recruits never seem to do Raise my rank if I should last another night so tortuous Reinforcements, reinforcements I don't want a tete-a-tete Reinforcements, reinforcements Let's reach accord, and ink a pact Then, please dismiss your regiment |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
My name's Aaron
Hers is Betty Our boy is a Charlie, so the neighbors sing "hooray for ABC" ABC forever, each endeavour that I do, I do to keep together A+B+C BC, Betty, Betty, get back here BC, Charlie, Charlie, get back here You're conveniently forgetting our little wedding So much for our ABC Say hello to instability Everyone we know is shifting to, is shifting fro, with the exception of we 3, we're ABC Aaron, Betty, Charlie, here today and here tomorrow, I can hear them sing "Here, here" for ABC BC, Betty, Betty, get back here BC, Charlie, Charlie, get back here Three was never crowded, our little house did house three handsomely BC, Betty, Betty, get back here BC, Charlie, Charlie, get back here You're conveniently forgetting our little wedding, our honeymoon beside the sea You just cannot believe in ABC If you can't believe in ABC, you can't believe, you can't believe, you can't believe, you can't believe Rumours spread like tumours, too too fast and too too true Oh, Betty, Charlie, Betty, Charlie don't you leave BC, that takes care of ABC BC, that takes care of ABC Once the fixture of the ages, the Yellow Pages start with baby's needs BC, back to swinging in the trees BC, back to crawling on my knees Aaron's here without a Betty without a Charlie So much for our ABC So much for our stability So much for our stability So much for our A+B+C |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
Just keep right on walking
Just keep right on walking Don't dilly-dally, come right home I don't see why I must go home When in the streets the niceties Come pouring out and over me Its three o'clock and here they come So many that my eyes are numb Familiar faces each and all But I've been ordered not to stall Thanks but no thanks, anyway I know that you're all OK, but My orders come from high above me About a foot or two above me The merry band of "How are you's" In tweedy suits and pointy shoes They offer me a ride in style And something sweet to make me smile I hate to hurt their feelings so But I'm supposed to tell them no My parents say the world is cruel I think that they prefer it cruel Thanks but no thanks, anyway I know that you're all OK, but My orders come from high above me About a foot or two above me Just keep right on walking Just keep right on walking Just keep right on walking Just keep right on walking Thanks but no thanks, anyway I know that you're all OK, but My orders come from high above me About a foot or two above me Thanks but no thanks anyway Thanks but no thanks anyway Thanks but no thanks anyway, anyway, anyway |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
The Exodus is on
The impetus is gone Nobody's having fun How about another drink Or maybe just a snack The rest will be here soon Here, let me take your mac I know its started slow There's still no need to go Don't leave me alone with her Every home is Rome alone with her And if you all go, who'll say no to her Don't leave me alone with her Don't my sweat and shaking register Cause if you all go, who'll say no to her You look at her and say, "She looks OK to me" I look at her and say, "She looks OK to me" The reason's very clear You're watching her with me Don't leave me alone with her Every home is Rome alone with her And if you all go, who'll say no to her Unwitting chaperons, how come you cannot see Unwitting chaperons, how come you cannot see A Hitler wearing heels A soft Simon Legree A Hun with honey skin De Sade who makes good tea Don't leave me here to be Don't leave me here to be? Don't leave me alone with her, etc. |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
When she's on her best behaviour
Don't be tempted by her favours Never turn your back on Mother Earth Towns are hurled from A to B By hands that looked so smooth to me Never turn your back on Mother Earth Grasp at straws that don't want grasping Gaze at clouds that come down crashing Never turn your back on Mother Earth Three days and two nights away from my friends Amen to anything that brings a quick return To my friends To my friends Never turn your back on Mother Earth I'll admit I was unfaithful But from now on I'll be more faithful Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Earth |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
Who knows what the winds gonna bring when the invalids sing
"La la's" with a powerful sting that'll stop any opera or any Bing Sing, spread the news across the land All winners will be also-rans Achoo - one size fits everyone Achoo - one breath, the deed has been done Grey hair and a dash and a flair give your doctor an air I'm hurt, but the choice that you made is an obvious one for a girl who needs care I do hope that he makes you well Say, is there any cure for Hell, Achoo - one size fits everyone Achoo - one breath, the deed has been done Sing, Ile de France and everywhere You can't ignore that sort of air Achoo - one size fits everyone Achoo - one breath, the deed has been done So, open wide, open wide and say, open wide and say goodbye, you'll be OK Achoo - he's gonna whisk you away Achoo - he's gonna make you OK |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
You got a cigar, here's a couple more because the offspring
Are springing through swinging doors into a world of "Ain't he cute, he looks a lot like his father" and Here comes another Of that proof that I'm not just a vegetable, the little Proof that I'm more than a mineral, the little Proof that I'm just like the next guy, whoever he may be Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Crawl, walk, running around Living proof that I'm really sound They'll ensure I'm always around And your bit and my bit'll do their dance to body rumblings And tumblings and rote romance and all the while I'm thinking, deeply thinking, hey what's it gonna be Sod or celebrity (Boy or girl) (Boy or girl) Oh well its off to work And so long baby, kiss 'em goodbye for me Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Crawl, walk, running around Living proof that I'm really sound They'll ensure I'm always around There's more in the wings shall we bring them on or Shall we just sit and talk 'til the early morning and Recite sweet nothings (sweet, sweet nothings) In everybody's ear Who don't like kids, etc. |
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from Sparks - Propaganda (2006)
Clouds forming on the gospel sky, trouble is about to brew on us
It didn't matter that we tried, they can only take a few of us The fins and the paws and hooves and feet Saunter up the gangway The randomest sampling is complete God, could there be some way That I could wear a hood or by the way I stood Sneak aboard with you Imitate, Imitate, Imitate, Imitate, they still know its you Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage, peace be with all of you I wish that I, I wish that I, were one of you Tears falling on the sloping sand, they're about to leave and we will stay All governed by the rules of chance, they're about to leave and we will stay Goodbye to my lucky friends and foes, glad that we could know you Everyone sends their last hello, I wish that we could join you Two of you Two of them Two of those Two of them Safety for the few Two of you Two of them Two of those Two of them They will start anew Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage peace be with all of you I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I? Bickering, Dickering, Bickering, Dickering, Everything that moves Bickering, Dickering, Bickering, Dickering, Final, futile moves Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage, peace be with all of you I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I? |
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<Someone to bring me out
Someone to let me in Someone, someone... And all the eager-beaver men come macho way their blues They place themselves in place of me and face to face with you And each pretend, you're loving him but that's not very true Cause you're not acting, nor am I though I could use some proof Marry me, marry me, what's the story Though a thousend hungry people try to crash our story But no one in this darkened world Need ever know but I know Marry me A happily-ever-after does that seem to much to ask? With trees and tots and stucco walls and fountains in the back And lawns that you or I can mow and neighbours who will chat About important issues and the state of this 'n that Marry me, marry me... Someone to bring me out Someone to let me in Someone to bring me joy Somebody near me Somebody near me Somebody nearly me The purple mountains majesty above the fruited plain Is peeling off the wall of Lucky Miramar Motel Marry me, marry me... Someone to bring me out... Marry me...> |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
Similar mother, similar father, similar dog, cat and fish
And we'll make the same wish When the birthday candle's lit We'll both be older We won't get our wish Yes, I think that I'm falling in love with myself again Chorus: Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again With her hand in my hand and my hand in hers Don't we look a blur Me and her and me and her Hey, kiss her, oh kiss her Our friends do concur Yes, I think that I'm falling in love with myself again Chorus: I can't see with you in front of the mirror staring, staring I can't hear myself think with all that music blaring, blaring Yes, I'm falling Falling, falling Falling, falling yes, I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again I bring home the bacon and eat it myself Here's to my health Hope that I am feeling well I'm burning the candle at both ends, oh well Yes, I think that I'm falling in love with myself again Chorus: Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
Here, there are lots of things to do
And a panoramic view Of the universe completely surrounding you And here you cannot buy souvenirs You're never going back, never, never Basically, I guess it could be worse Yes, I do suppose it could be worse Here, there are many, many sheep And the people only sleep And awake to tell how gory and gruesome was their end And I don't have many friends And it's really very clean and I'm thinking Juliet, you broke our little pact Juliet, I'm never coming back Chorus: Up here in Heaven without you I'm here in Heaven without you Up here in Heaven without you It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here For years and years and years Dear, do you often think of me As you overlook the sea Do I qualify as dearly departed or am I That sucker in the sky The fall guy for the first and the last time Juliet, I thought we had agreed Now I know why you let me take the lead Chorus: Up here in Heaven without you I'm here in Heaven without you Up here in Heaven without you It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here For years and years and years Second thoughts, is that what you had? Second thoughts, first I broke my back Second thoughts, as I hit the sea Second thoughts, for eternity, for eternity, for eternity Chorus: Up here in Heaven without you I'm here in Heaven without you Up here in Heaven without you It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here For years and years and years |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
What do I hear, what do I hear?
Chit-chat, and clinking glass Cheap talk, a lady's laugh After hours What do I see, what do I see? Some sunken hideaway Where people go to play After hours There I'll spend the night Meeting fancy things At bistros and old haunts Trying very hard to sin Then it is day and in a way The pattern's much the same In-spots, a matinee Everyday Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud Hypnotic ebb and flow Until the day goes slowly Into night See the same old crowd At bistros and old haunts 'Til the lights grow dim, The not-so-subtle hint to be gone Chorus: Thank God it's not Christmas When there is only you And nothing else to do Thank God it's not Christmas Where there's just you to do The rest is closed to public view Caroling kids, caroling kids A trifle premature, in tones so rich and pure And crystalline Call for the day, the popular day It's fast approaching now But will the mood allow One dissent If this were the Seine We'd be very suave But it's just the rain Washing down the boulevard Chorus: Popular days, the popular ways Are for the chosen few Not meant for me and you Obviously Popular nights, poplar rites Great things to say and do Aren't said or done by you Obviously If this were Seine We'd be very suave But it's just the rain Washing down the boulevard |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
I tried to tell you in the night
That with a girl like you I could do without guided tours You tried to tell me in the day That your leading exports were textiles and iron ore Chorus: Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Leaving my syntax back at school I was thrown for a loss over gender and simple rules You mentioned Kant and I was shocked You know, where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues Chorus: Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur I'm gonna do it now C'est la vie, c'est la mort, say no more, no no more It's all the same , whether here or there or anywhere There's them who have, and there are the others who have not Kimono my house mon amour I am sure that this motion don't need no accompanying words Guess I was wrong because you've fled Leaving me with my Michelin Guide and half-empty foreign bed Chorus: Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
Albert is smart, he's a genius
Watch Albert putter, an obvious genius Someday he will reassess the world And he'll still have time for lots of girls When he grows up he'll remember us When he grows up we are sure that he'll remember us We made sure that Albert wore his mac We kept all the strangers off his back Chorus: (Go away) Everything's relative (Go away Albert's mother does say to me) We are his relatives and he don't need any non-relatives Talent is an asset You've got to understand that Talent is an asset And little Albert has it Talent is an asset And Albert surely has it One day he'll sever his apron strings All of the while he'll be scribbling things, genius things Look at Albert, isn't he a sight Growing, growing at the speed of light Chorus: (Go away) Everything's relative (Go away Albert's mother does say to me) We are his relatives and he don't need any non-relatives Talent is an asset And little Albert has it Talent is relative That's hypothetical We are his relatives That's parenthetical Spare your superlatives There's the receptacle There's the receptacle Leave Albert's study room Leave Albert's happy home Leave Albert's neighbourhood Leave Albert's city, too Leave Albert's country seat Leave Albert's coun-ter-y Leave Albert's continent Leave Albert's hemisphere Leave Albert's planet, too Leave Albert's universe No one must see him now Only the medical No one must downgrade him Don't be to cynical Don't be to critical Cancel the magazines They're much to political Don't buy him any jeans They're much to casual Talent is relative That's hypothetical We are his relatives That's parenthetical |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight Just give it back, no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, stereophonic Complaints, it's ironic How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chorus Just give it back, no questions asked I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped Just give it back, no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, there's too many hours Complaints, the bosses cower Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining Take her to Spain, hear her complain Now she says she is expecting That's my fault for not protecting Her from all the risks of passion She's complaining, she's old-fashioned Just give it back, no questions asked Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
That's how it's gonna be
In my family From the biggest branch to the smallest leaf Still you're gonna see similarity Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be That's how its gonna be 'Cause it's my family Gonna live to see post-senility Lots of time to spend with my family Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be There you got your Rockefeller There you got your Edward Teller J. Paul Getty is a splendid fellow, but None of them would be in my family Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be Family It's like any other family Big and small It's like any other family That's how it's gonna be Before and after me Manufacturing many, many me's Gonna hang myself from my family tree Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be |
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from Sparks - Kimono My House (2006)
I always felt that I had quite a gift as a judge of human character
This is the day and the time and the place and I wonder, wonder where you are Surely, we set it for 3pm Surely, we said it was March the 10th (Equator, Equator) You said you'd meet me there You must be just around the bend All of the gifts are now melted or dead, and I'm, sorry, sorry in advance I'll make it up to you, that I can promise you, if I am given just half the chance God, you'll be laughing, I look a mess But you see I've been half way around this place (Equator, Equator) You said you'd meet me there (Equator, equator) You said you'd be right there (Equator, Equator) Oh, yeah I've got to stop here and rest for a moment, I'm sure that you're not far away You always walked just as slow as you talked, letting me think I could have my way I wasn't fooled for a second, girl I knew it was you who controlled our world (Equator, Equator) You said you'd meet me there (Equator, Equator) You said you'd be right there (Equator, Equator) |
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The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
How I wished my folks were gracious hosts and not dismayed
But wit and wisdom take a backseat girl when you're that afraid Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget, they never will They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in And the Frau is alive and well in our panelled den Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget that war, what a war My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word... Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made They resent that less than the people who are German-made Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget that war, what a war, some war My word... Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word... Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine, its lovely German women And its wonderful rivers that do flow from her hills My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles, its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and you and me! |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
NOTHING...no nothing, IS...is, SACRED ...no sacred, ANY MORE
Adding some of this to some of that Madame Science wins again We are now forever people, we'll outlive our will to live Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more I remember when I needed you several billion years ago If you'll hang on just a trifle more I might need you once again Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more I am sure you will appreciate your new found leisure time I am sure we will appreciate our new found leisure time Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Well, if you have the money I've got time And if you know a honey I've got time If you have the money I've got time And if you know a honey I've got time Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more... |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
When I spot a driver worth a second glance
Foot to floorboard, impact soon achieved Here comes Bob, I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends Girl this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect Of course I'll pay and by the way my dear Here comes Bob I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends But here comes Bob Sometimes I will stoop to hitting two-door coupes without the frills But that is just for casual acquaintances, for stripped-down thrills Your car girl or mine it doesn't matter doesn't matter no But for affairs with staying power I go after limousines It's always nice when something big is acting as your go-between For a group encounter I'll hit busses, mobile homes or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania It's hard to make acquaintances in our big town Most eyes stare at nothing much at all But here comes Bob I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends, friends, acquaintances Instant adulation comes to some at birth Born to queens or corporate entities But here comes Bob Someday they'll put me away I'll think back on active days Most were worth the minor scars Some were worth the damaged cars And the judge will say to me "Bob, You've got a bad means to a worthwhile end" An end Well, here comes Bob |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
I heard somewhere that they're stamping, trampling all upon you
Your pocked face remains impassive though I know it hurts you Moon over Kentucky Take me with you Full moon over Kentucky Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous Cut your ties with this possessive mother, she'll destroy you Cut your ties and find another one who will respect you Moon over Kentucky Take me with you Full moon over Kentucky Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous You've been waiting for your first encounter, what a letdown I'm just finishing my first encounter, what a letdown Moon over Kentucky Take me with you Full moon over Kentucky Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
See private parts in public school
They look so odd, try something else Unnatural acts, consent implied No one objects to Angus Desire No interviews please, no interviews please Life's not so free for stockyard femme fatale Nor is my life carefree and serene All this comes free with Angus Desire Summer heat ebbs, romance denied It's back to school, that good-old college try Why don't you stay with your own kind Let's not admire Angus Desire (Angus in the summer waltzing with her friends) |
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Why don't you please go with me underground
Down under seas, you and me underground Once I dreamed I was on a basement tape Took in just one take Oh Lord, we gained our world distribution by relevant means Jazz folk-rock fusion appealed to the teens Why don't ya please go with me underground Where love is free and supergroups can be found Take the plunge now deep into the earth Where heavy sets do lurk Oh you and I and mystery follows close at our heels Whispering secrets and travelling concealed Down under cities and the roots of the trees Oh how I love you in times such as these We shall sail off over rainbows till we spy the lands that come together Smiles will greet us, heads will turn to meet us as we make the scene, as we would make the scene Oh won't you please go with me underground Oh won't you please go with me underground Oh won't you please please |
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I brought it home and I opened it up
And a smile came to my face for the first time in a while Yes a smile came to my face for the first time in a while I turned it on But nothing happened when I did Nothing happened at all I kicked it down the stairs I threw it at the wall Hey kid, batteries not included |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
Whippings and apologies
Over and over they did it to her when she disagreed Whippings and apologies Over and over and over and over You know it's not right For she has holy water running through her veins And now it's me that she hates, it's me that she hates |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
She was a wonder girl (some girl, that girl)
She was a wonder girl (some girl, that girl) It was a grand old time we had She was there and I was pretty glad about that too Knowing that she knew a thing or two She was a wonder girl (some girl, that girl) She was a wonder to her friends It's a wonder that she always started trends And after all, trends make us contenders in the fall Wonder girl, do me right at this ungodly hour She was a wonder to her dad A self-made man who owned all that he had And after all, self-made men have daughters who just won't ball Wonder girl, make me a wonder boy She was a wonder girl (some girl, that girl) |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
Fa la fa lee, she ain't heavy she's a brother to me
What I need, she can't be Nature, nurture, who's to say? But still fa la, fa lee Anything between us is a felony Fa la fa lee, she thinks only of the higher parts of me Such a shame, were I she I'd set my sights much lower then I'd sing fa la fa la fa lee But as it stands now that would be a felony I sing fa la fa lee, but as it stands now that would be a felony |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
I'm picking up where I once left off in the
search for a justified balance between the wealth that I have now and the wealth that they all want to have Let's ask Roger if he knows what I mean Roger, Roger, let's take your Sue How does she do it Roger, how does she do it, Roger? Roger, Roger, has Sue got the balance right for you, Roger, I ask you Roger, has she got the balance right for you? Has she got it, has she got it? Roger, Roger, Roger, Roger |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
A picket fence, I leaped it
Through your screen door, I gotta meet you High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble." Press clippings hang from torn wallpaper A dust covered phone, no one would ring her High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and you tell me Tell me of the times when you were so big in Vienna And the people paid good money just to hear you in your splendor But that's all over now That's all over now Limited tastes, I wish I could help you A rock-headed lad, I have got to help you High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble." Come on home with me and will sing our little hearts out We will hit High C or maby somewhere thereabouts Somewhere thereabouts |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
Fletcher Honorama won't you rally 'round
the man who's on a limb? Sing the songs that please him very softly while we jolt him with a hymn Please, go easy now with him Because this is his final whim So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn Fletcher Honorama shall we justify the eighty Junes you've seen? Since that might be stretching things we'll merely sing the songs that made you scream Please, go easy now with him Because this is his final whim So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn Intakes and mistakes and lunch pails and headaches were willed to your one living twin I think that maybe you should have kept half of them, after all you worked for them After all you worked for them Telecast in fifty states and brought to you by Anti-Wrinkle Dew That's Fletcher Honorama see the world now from a different point of view You, go easy now with him Because this is his final whim So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
In the city, in the country, in the towns throughout the world
All will join in, in the big scene, So won't you please take off your shoes? It's a ballet, simple ballet, so let's dance on Pick a partner, take a tall one, take a small one, take a fat one and let's dance on Crews will film it, add the music while the world has its feet engaged Some critics love it, yet some pan it, some say "it's likely to cause a rage" There'll be long shots, there'll be close shots, there'll be mid-shots Simple ballet was an idea, then a novel, next a movie, soon on T.V. It's promotion of a new way of thinking Instead of "Hey, orange drink," vendors will say, "get your souvenir posters of the ballet." Do a plie' for the D.A. when he comes round Your alleged conduct with the director has raised some questions that he wants answered (Good for the ratings) It's a ballet, we thought a ballet and we danced on We had no idea you'd hang out your coat on an issue thin as tissue so we danced our ballet And we danced our ballet And we danced our ballet |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
Slowboat takes me to your home everyday
And I wait for you knowing that you won't come home, just today For you've found someone new and you'll bid me adieu And I leave you now, but I'll come back another day Oooh, sail me far away Slowboat, bring me back another day Oooh, sail me far away Slowboat sail off toward the seventh sea Far away from you, but somehow coming close again and again And again as we near from some sign it appears That you won't come home, you won't come home just today Oooh, sail me far away Slowboat, bring me back another day Slowboat takes me where I'll always be Far away from you, but knowing that you won't come near me but you hear me And you'll always be a true love to me Though you're never home, I'll come back another day Oooh, sail me far away Slowboat, bring me back another day |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
"Hey Lisa, they're having a big party down at the Allele Pool tonight!"
"Oooh, let's do it!" You will put your good traits in You will put your bad traits out Do the Homozygous as you shake them all about Unless you've got your dominance down in your genes you'll have a kid, invalid just like Mendel's beans Oh hold me, you know you are my one and only phenotype And together we could have a genotype Darwin willed that we would do or die Brains and brawn are both in great supply Kalikaks a-swimmin' back and forth will multiply You could choose your ancestors and grow just like a weed Pick a stud to congeal your blood, and get your earlobes freed |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
Fifteen years the bus had waited
Before it moved on into the town Eye liner worn by all their girls Through the night the war was fought Each "eye liner" took two small drops Reaction - Elation - Joy, Joy, Joy Every girl took in a doctor The Constitution says: "you must house the men" Each doctor undermined a plot All the weight that was soon lost They erected as a golden cross Remember the weight is no longer here Through the street girls sang The marching bands brought on the rain The Doctors stood by the gold cross One "eye liner" she had an idea She read the Book, the Golden Book It seems another Man had come across a cross Dr. Jones they crucified But, all their weight was returned back Ha, Ha for all the girls now |
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from Sparks - Sparks (2006)
I smile like Herbert Hoover when they play
I dream of banker's daughters, better days Care to dance my lady Live near here? They certainly sound in fine form, do you care? I am quite partial Broke, spent, I still marshall (all my strenght when big bands play) Follow me my lady to my home See my large collection, some on loan Of every big band record ever made I had to sell my heater, so don't shake I am quite partial Broke, spent, I still marshal all my strength when big bands blare I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play I dream of banker's daughters, better days For I am quite partial Broke, spent, I marshal all my strength when big bands play Knowing of their flare for filling empty stomachs, empty hearts, they're not so far apart, they're not so far apart And if you can't sleep late one night, It's not your coffee, it's the bunk I am quite partial Broke, spent, I still marshall all my strength I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play I frequent the dance halls most every night into the day I know the name of every trombone player that exists They don't know I used to blow before the Crash had hit our land Before the Crash I find it so much warmer in the ballroom than at home A common bond unites us so we're really not alone Sure we've got some problems, but tonight we won't admit it Take my hand my lady friend, we'll make it seem like we were there tonight |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
How I wished my folks were gracious hosts and not dismayed
But wit and wisdom take a backseat girl when you're that afraid Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget, they never will They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in And the Frau is alive and well in our panelled den Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget that war, what a war My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word... Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made They resent that less than the people who are German-made Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget that war, what a war, some war My word... Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word... Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine, its lovely German women And its wonderful rivers that do flow from her hills My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles, its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and you and me! |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
I'm one minute older and I'm doing all right
I'll gain valuable experience in front of you tonight They say my voice is going to change I'm one minute older, I'm doing all right I'll gain valuable experience with you tonight They say my voice is going to change It cracks like Artic ice-flows then it croaks like old-folks homes B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, I'm the London that is dead, I'm the boy in your bed B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, sure you've seen me before, no doubt you'll see much more Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed The trashman's valet, the words that you say You've seen me before, you'll see me much more Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV I'm the words that you say, the words that you say The trashman's valet and the words that you say Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV I'm your wallet-sized friend, your wallet-sized friend The London that's dead, the London that's dead Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, sure you've seen me before, no doubt you'll see much more |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
NOTHING...no nothing, IS...is, SACRED ...no sacred, ANY MORE
Adding some of this to some of that Madame Science wins again We are now forever people, we'll outlive our will to live Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more I remember when I needed you several billion years ago If you'll hang on just a trifle more I might need you once again Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more I am sure you will appreciate your new found leisure time I am sure we will appreciate our new found leisure time Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Well, if you have the money I've got time And if you know a honey I've got time If you have the money I've got time And if you know a honey I've got time Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more... |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
When I spot a driver worth a second glance
Foot to floorboard, impact soon achieved Here comes Bob, I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends Girl this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect Of course I'll pay and by the way my dear Here comes Bob I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends But here comes Bob Sometimes I will stoop to hitting two-door coupes without the frills But that is just for casual acquaintances, for stripped-down thrills Your car girl or mine it doesn't matter doesn't matter no But for affairs with staying power I go after limousines It's always nice when something big is acting as your go-between For a group encounter I'll hit busses, mobile homes or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania It's hard to make acquaintances in our big town Most eyes stare at nothing much at all But here comes Bob I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends, friends, acquaintances Instant adulation comes to some at birth Born to queens or corporate entities But here comes Bob Someday they'll put me away I'll think back on active days Most were worth the minor scars Some were worth the damaged cars And the judge will say to me "Bob, You've got a bad means to a worthwhile end" An end Well, here comes Bob |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
I heard somewhere that they're stamping, trampling all upon you
Your pocked face remains impassive though I know it hurts you Moon over Kentucky Take me with you Full moon over Kentucky Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous Cut your ties with this possessive mother, she'll destroy you Cut your ties and find another one who will respect you Moon over Kentucky Take me with you Full moon over Kentucky Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous You've been waiting for your first encounter, what a letdown I'm just finishing my first encounter, what a letdown Moon over Kentucky Take me with you Full moon over Kentucky Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a smiling drop of sun Mi, the name I call myself Fa's a long long way to run So, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow So Ti's a drink I have with my bread Which would bring us back to Do |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
See private parts in public school
They look so odd, try something else Unnatural acts, consent implied No one objects to Angus Desire No interviews please, no interviews please Life's not so free for stockyard femme fatale Nor is my life carefree and serene All this comes free with Angus Desire Summer heat ebbs, romance denied It's back to school, that good-old college try Why don't you stay with your own kind Let's not admire Angus Desire (Angus in the summer waltzing with her friends) |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
Why don't you please go with me underground
Down under seas, you and me underground Once I dreamed I was on a basement tape Took in just one take Oh Lord, we gained our world distribution by relevant means Jazz folk-rock fusion appealed to the teens Why don't ya please go with me underground Where love is free and supergroups can be found Take the plunge now deep into the earth Where heavy sets do lurk Oh you and I and mystery follows close at our heels Whispering secrets and travelling concealed Down under cities and the roots of the trees Oh how I love you in times such as these We shall sail off over rainbows till we spy the lands that come together Smiles will greet us, heads will turn to meet us as we make the scene, as we would make the scene Oh won't you please go with me underground Oh won't you please go with me underground Oh won't you please please |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
Le guide me montre et explique
"Celui ci est le changement" Les touristes s'en donnent a coeur joie Ils touchent mon marbre froid Mais mes yeux sont fixer sur la porte Je sais pourtant que j'dois rester Parmis tous ces heros tues Protegeant leur liberte de vivre dans des musees Mais mes yeux sont fixer sur la porte Essayer donc de m'enlever Je voudrais voir si vous oser Quelqu'un a entendu ma supplique Depuis quelques heures, je vole Mais a l'aurore elle me quitteras Et les murs se refermeront sur moi Il ne restera plus que le marbre froid The tourist guide explains my aims "This one's a monument to change." The tourists do marvel, they touch my cold marble But my eyes are fixed upon the door, upon the door Let's see you lift me I dare you to try Let's see you lift me I dare you to try Let's see you lift me I dare you to try Let's see you lift me I dare you to try |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
I brought it home and I opened it up
And a smile came to my face for the first time in a while Yes a smile came to my face for the first time in a while I turned it on But nothing happened when I did Nothing happened at all I kicked it down the stairs I threw it at the wall Hey kid, batteries not included |
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from Sparks - A Woofer In Tweeter`S Clothing (2006)
Whippings and apologies
Over and over they did it to her when she disagreed Whippings and apologies Over and over and over and over You know it's not right For she has holy water running through her veins And now it's me that she hates, it's me that she hates |
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Trackback from :: Angst essen Seele auf :: 2009-05-25 19:13:20
Subject : Sparks - Kimono my house
