Thomas Dolby

One more young writer slid away in the night
Over the border he will drown in light
Hold it - wait a minute
I can't read my writing, my own writing!
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect in a cloud ofmystery
My writing is an iron fist
In a glove full of vaseline
Dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too become a dissident

Courting disaster we ran in the night
Wings of an angel torn in flight
Check it - verify it
It's all here in writing, down in writing!
At the hands of the press
And in the eyes of the government
I fell from grace
I too became a dissident
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect and an early end to this story
My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline
But dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too become a dissident.

Cruel - what a thing to do
I've been cruel to you such a long time
and how can I hide my shame
'Cause there I go again
At the wrong time
and I know that it was just the fear of flying
and I know it's hard to keep myself from crying
but when my tears are washed away
You'll still be blind
Skin-diving
for jewels
You were a shining pearl in a borken shell
Under moonlight
And I was cruel



And I know that it was just the fear of flying
And I know it's hard to keep myself from crying
But when my tears are washed away
You'll still be blind
Skin-diving
For jewels
Cruel - I've been such a fool
And I'll be missing you
Such a long time
I was cruel

I would never normally go bowling
On a friday morning in New Orleans
But I like to come here to remember
The kind of places you took me
Like the time we stole a Datsun
And drove all night to the everglades
Until we crashed it in a big electric storm
And stood there listening to the bayou rain

The county sheriff had a hair - lip
Louisiana's pride and joy
He said politley as he cuffed me
"I never busted an English boy ...
But I will accept a contribution
To the Opelousas' Charity Ball
But you better drive this dirty Datsun
Into the Gulf of Mexico"

Under a Cajun moon I lay me open
There is a spirit here that won't be broken
Some words are sad to sing
Some leave me tongue-tied
(But the hardest thing to tell you )
But the hardest words I know
Are I love you goodbye
I love you goodbye

Typhoon Pierre delayed my plane till morning
(Jusqu'au matin)
Let the bontemps rouler from your accordion
(L'accordien)
Under a cajun moon I lay me open
(Y a un esprit partout)
There is a spirit here that won't be broken
(Simple words are sad to sing
Some words are sad to sing
(They leave me tongue-tied)
Some leave you tongue-tied
(But the hardest thing to tell you my friend)
But the hardest words I know
(Is I love you goodbye)
Are I love you goodbye
(Je t'aime, au revoir)
I love you goodbye
(Je t'aime, toujours)
I love you, goodbye

My brain is like a sieve
all the bad things you did to me,
sometimes it's easier to forget
you did to me.
my brain is like sieve
but it knows when it's being messed with
if you wanted you could come in,
so come in.
When you said you loved me
when you told me you cared
that you would be a part of me,
that you would always be there
did you really mean to hurt me?
no, I think you only meant to tease.
But it's hard to remember,
I lost my memory. See,my brain is like a sieve
sometimes it's easier to forget
all the bad things you did to me,
you did to me.
my brain is like sievebut it knows when it's being messed with
if you wanted you could come in,
so come in.You ought to be ashamed of your behaviour
when you're treating me this way
as if I had deserved to be a place to vent your ire
some day I'm gonna douse that bonfire
we make a crucial team for a dying worldand style is a word I never even heard
in your vocabulary, victim of a murder mystery
...murder!
My brain is like a sieve
all the bad things you did to me,
sometimes it's easier to forget
you did to me.
my brain is like sieve
but it's a place where we both could live
if you wanted you could come in,
so come in.

They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy
but twice as nicey
although she burn me up
they call her Hot Sauce
she's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
although she burn me up.

What if fire didn't burn (burn!)
how would the lesson get learned? (learned!)
you sit there like a dope until you choke on all the smoke
(smoke gets in your eyes)
cover me in your sauce baby
bury me in all that sauce
smother me in your hot sauce, woman
till smoke come from your thighs.

They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy
but twice as nicey
although she burn me up
they call her Hot Sauce
she's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
although she burn me up.

The brother in the codpiece
I seen him on the TV
I think he likes his ladies
all sweet and sugary
now I'm partial to a pudding
but that's for second course.
the main meal and the hors d'oeuvres
must be smothered in hot sauce.

They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy
but twice as nicey
although she burn me up
they call her Hot Sauce
she's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
although she burn me up.

What if steam didn't scald (scald!)
how would the story be told? (told!)
she sat and smoked a fag
while I was gagging on the shag
(shag gets in your eyes)
lemme get lost in your sauce baby
cover me in your sauce
lemme get lost in your hot sauce woman.

There was a fire truck attending
the smoke pouring from her nose
her state of mind depending
on which way the wind blowed
chili and tabasco
dripping on my shirt
I couldn't breathe - I couldn't see -
I had to call a smog alert.

I buy her all the right clothes
And pretty jewels to wear
My friends say she's a dumb blonde
But they don't know she dyes her hair
She thinks the fighting in Central America's easily solved
But what to wear to Bel-Air premieres
Is a problem she could never resolve...
She's an airhead
Stungun and mace - Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space"
She's an airhead
Thousands in trust - cusp Aquarius - get serious
She's an airhead
Tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black
She's an airhead
And while I'm impressed with the length of those legs
She's not an intellectual giant....
She'd like to model or maybe act
Or start a magazine
Before she signs any contracts
I think she better learn to read
But in her dreams she's the queen of the fashion regime...
You ask me do I love you...
Does the pope live in the woods?
Quod erat demonstrandum, baby.
( ooo you speak French)
(CHORUS)
Sweet and low and oh-so
Little Ms. Dora Jarre
Safe sex and fishnets
And could you walk me to my car
She's losing faith in a world that is out of control
So she's gonna nix politics,
She's taking up volleyball! volleyball! why?
She's an airhead
Stungun and mace - Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space" she's an airhead
Thousands in trust - cusp Aquarius - get serious
She's an airhead
And now the time's come for the end of my song,
Don't get me wrong
If she's an airhead it has to be said
It was men made her that way
It was us made her that way
It was us made her that way!

Late one night a happy martian with nothing to do
made the perfect pleasure drug and he called it the Cube
a cube so potent in a stroke it turned nightmares to dreams
he flew right past the planet Earth and he gave it to me. Then he said...
May the Cube be with you
and your father
may the Cube be with you
ever after
You might care to spend an evening with Marilyn Monroe
share a cell with Jimmy Cagney or Paris with Brando
drop some bombs on Maggie Thatcher or Ronnie Reagan
you see Cube Power comes by the hour so why not have fun?
right here...
May the Cube be with you
and your father
may the Cube be with you
ever after


Half a million people are such a sight to see
lying in the sunshine in a private fantasy
but you got to have more
you won't stop till you get it all
and I would give it to you baby
but the law is catching up with me
Pending my interrogation and stuck for an excuse
I thought up two more variations on pastry abuse
I'm so very sorry constable but what can I do
when half the Western world is turning on to Dolby's Cube.
May the Cube be with you
and your father
may the Cube be with you
ever after.

You came close
Close but no cigar
You didn't miss by far
You know you came this close
Close but no cigar

Some people sing love songs
Everybody's got one
This isn't my love song
It's more like my love gone wrong song...



She came to breakfast
And stayed a week
But the lie detectors
Broke down each time she tried to speak
Broke down when she said :

(Tell me about your childhood)
At the tender age of three
I was hooked to a machine
Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk.
Ha! Must have took me for a fool
When they chucked me out of school
'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk.
But tonight I'm on the edge -
Fellas, shut me in the fridge
'Cause I'm burning up! (I'm burning up.)
With the vision in my brain
And the music in my veins
And the dirty rhythm in my blood!

They are messing with my heart...
And they're messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
Won't stop messing with my... ohh!
Ripping me apart!

Hyperactive: when I'm small
Hyperactive: now I'm grown
Hyperactive: and the night is young
(And in a minute I'll blow!)

Semaphore out on the floor
Messages from outer space
Deep heat for the feet
And the rhythm of your heartbeat
'Cause the music of the street
It isn't any rapattack
It isn't any rapattack

I can reach into your homes
Like an itch in your headphones
You can't turn it up
I'm the shape in your back room
I'm the breather on the phone
And I'm burning up
But there's one thing I must say
Before they lock me up again -
You'd be safer at the back
When I'm having an attack!

Hyperactive: when I was small
Hyperactive: now I'm tall
Hyperactive: as the day is long
Hyperactive: in my bones
Hyperactive: in your phones
Hyperactive: and the night is young
Hyperactive : when I was small
Hyperactive: now I'm grown
Hyperactivfe: 'til I'm dead and gone

Stand up : hyperactivate!
Get up: hyperactivate!
Wise up: hyperactivate!
London: hyperactivate!

A hungry heart
To regulate their breathing
One more night
the Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin
The Baltic moon
Along the northern seaboard
And down below
The Winter Boys are waiting for the storm

Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye
Shallow water - channel and tide

And I can trace my history
Down a generation to my home
In one of our submarines
One of our submarines

The red light flicker, sonar weak
Air valves hissing open
Half her pressure blown away
Flounder in the ocean
See the Winter Boys


Drinking heavy water from a stone

Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye
Shallow water - channel and tide
Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye
Tired illusion drown in the night

And I can trace my history
Down one generation to my home
In one of our submarines
One of our submarines
One of our submarines

One of our submarines is missing tonight
Seems she ran aground on manoeuveres
One of our submarines

It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology


When I'm dancing close to her
"Blinding me with science - science!"
I can smell the chemicals
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"
"Science!"


Mmm - but it's poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
And failed me in geometry


When she's dancing next to me
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"
I can hear machinery
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"


It's poetry in motion
And now she's making love to me
The spheres are in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And hit me with technology


"Good heavens Miss Sakamoto - you're beautiful!"
I -I don't believe it!
There she goes again!
She's tidied up, and I can't find anything!
All my tubes and wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions


But! - it's poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with - with science!"
She blinded me with

Metal bird dip wing of fire
Whose airlanes comb dark Earth
The poles are tethers we were born in
On the brink of a whole new deal
On the floor of a Pan-Am bar
I'm staring right into the light
And I'm drawn in like a moth
And I'm flying North again...

Here come the men in suits
Papers waving in the runway glare
Lincoln steaming in the chilly air of the morning
At the end of a double day
At the back of an airport lounge
I'm staring down into the cold
And I'm worn out like a cloth
And I'm flying North again tonight



Flying North

Down with the landing gear
Up goes the useless prayer
The poles are tethers we were born in
Now I'm back in the London night
On a bench in a launderette
I'm staring right into my face
And I'm drawn out like a plot
And I'm flying North again tonight

Flying North

Switch off the mind and let the heart decide
who you were meant to be
Flick to remote and let the body glide
There is no enemy !

Etch out a future of your own design
Well tailored to your needs
Then fan the flame and keep the dream alive
Of a continent
A continent a continent a continent a -

There is no enemy !
Switch of the mind and let the heart decide
We're a continent
A continent a continent a continent a -



Shatter the lens and grind it into sand
One measured exposure
Scatter the seed and furrow in our land
The future is roses! Roses!
Switch off the mind and let the heart decide
There is no enemy!
Lift up the hearts of this your only tribe
We're a continent
A continent a continent a continent a

I was 14, she was 12
Father traveled, hers as well.
Europa
Down the beaches hand in hand, 12th of never on the sand.
Then war took her away, we swore a vow that day..
We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa
On my country
We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa!
Ta' Republic

5 years after, who'd I see?
On the cover of a magazine. Europa
Hey!

Buy her pictures and see all her films.
Paste her picture on my window seal.
But that's not quite the same (it isn't is it?)
Europa my old friend

We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa!
On my country
We'll be the pirate twins again! Europa!
Ta republic.

Flew in from the hoverport
She's back in london.
Pushed passed the paper men (calling her name)
She smiles for the camera.
A bodygard grabs me!

Eyes were gone forever as they drove her away...


Chours

Late one night a happy martian with nothing to do
made the perfect pleasure drug and he called it the Cube
a cube so potent in a stroke it turned nightmares to dreams
he flew right past the planet Earth and he gave it to me. Then he said...
May the Cube be with you
and your father
may the Cube be with you
ever after
You might care to spend an evening with Marilyn Monroe
share a cell with Jimmy Cagney or Paris with Brando
drop some bombs on Maggie Thatcher or Ronnie Reagan
you see Cube Power comes by the hour so why not have fun?
right here...
May the Cube be with you
and your father
may the Cube be with you
ever after


Half a million people are such a sight to see
lying in the sunshine in a private fantasy
but you got to have more
you won't stop till you get it all
and I would give it to you baby
but the law is catching up with me
Pending my interrogation and stuck for an excuse
I thought up two more variations on pastry abuse
I'm so very sorry constable but what can I do
when half the Western world is turning on to Dolby's Cube.
May the Cube be with you
and your father
may the Cube be with you
ever after.