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from More Music From The Motion Picture Romy And Michele's High School Reunion (로미와 미셀) by Steve Bartek [ost] (1997)
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 |
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from Romy And Michele's High School Reunion (로미와 미셀) by Steve Bartek [box, ost] (1997)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
There was one room in her house that was always kept locked...
It was the garage! I don't want your love I don't want your money I just want the key to your Ferrari Don't want your bed I don't want your body I want the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it - scoot it - skid it - jam it - rev it - skip it - gun it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari And then I saw her... she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins and gills like some giant piranha fish, some obscene phallic symbol on wheels... little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam as I kicked those five hundred italian horses into life and left reality behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers as we passed eighty, ninety miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers and as we hit the magic 100 my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior... and at that moment, I thought of my mother... Don't need no drugs Don't need no liquor All I want is the key to your Ferrari You ruby lips - pa! Your perfect figure - ecch! I just want the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it - rip it - tear it - bare it - ram it - repair it - scoot it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari He's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it - rev it - skip it - gun it - brake it - zoom it - vacuum it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari I just want the key to your Ferrari (cause aliens ate my buick |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
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! |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
I drove all over Hollywood
Looking at the stars First I ate my Milky Way And then I ate my Mars But sucking on a Galaxy I noticed something pretty bizarre There's not a lot of people there, Just an awful lot of cars, check it out Stale pulp culture take it away True pulp culture help to redefine it Old pulp culture day upon day Young pulp culture serve to undermine it Sham pulp culture buried in time True pulp culture there to be plundered Same pulp culture year upon year Hey! pulp culture live to be a hundred....Shake off that thing, you gotten used to it Here is one you won't wanna parlay In a small round cruel scum brown brat shack dumb world So squeeze a little tear from your body... Another dozen unchained!Stale pulp culture take it away New pulp culture help to undermine it Old pulp culture day upon day Young pulp culture serve to redefine it Sham pulp culture buried in timeTrue pulp culture there to be plundered Same pulp culture year upon year Hey! pulp culture live to be a hundred... If a child ever rose on the wings of a dove Or the claws of a vulture Then a man ain't a man when he don't understand Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah Pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp cultureDo you really love me girl ? I think I know but I wanna be sureYou tell it to me all night long Still I wanna hear it some more You tell me in the bathroom babe And you tell me back in the hall You tell me on the kitchen table And up agains the wall, what it is So check beneath your fingernails In between your toes Right between your earlobes darling That's where culture grows It's breeding in your short and curlies Ready to expand With a gunFrom the heart of Poison City out over televisionland |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
Everybody thinking, thinking pretty hard
Everybody thinking about singin' from the heart If you want my opinion, it isn't worth a bean If you haven't got that ability to swing Aww, the ability to swing Everybody talking, talking pretty loud Everybody looking, just turn up from the crowd Gonna break it till you bucko, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing Aww, the ability to swing Friends send them away And go it alone, honey Rome wasn't built in a day But now it's a ruin, the joke has worn thin And it isn't cool to abuse the ability to swing, aww Everybody looking, looking pretty hard Everybody talking about singin' from the heart Gonna break it till you bucko, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing Aww, the ability to swing Dreams send them away And go it alone, honey Rome wasn't built in a day But now it's a ruin, the joke has worn thin And it isn't cool to abuse the ability to swing, aww Oh but each beat send me deeper under Each beat send me more to sleep Heart melts ice and heart spells danger Don't hold your breath boy 'cause it don't come cheap, aww Everybody looking, looking pretty hard Everybody looking for a meaning in my art Gonna give it to you straight boy, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing, yeah The ability to swing, the ability to swing The ability to swing yeah, the ability to swing |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
On the corners of boulevards I call your name
Now and again they play our tune In the grip of a tiny hand over a flame Pale as the phases of the moon ... In the cafes and shopping malls I see your face turn into mist on evening dew but a book and a photograph just aren't the same there is a train that's leaving soon ...Budapest by Blimp Over pillars and palaces I'll hold your hand Until the fog is lifted May be better you hold me close than understand How far away I've drifted In the face of a tragedy too bleak to know The death of some grand illusion All the treasure we pilloried, splendour we stole ... They never told you that in school KONNYEBB VOLNA TAN FELEDNI MINT TAVOZASOM ERTENI MULTBOL EGY KISZAK ITTOTT LAP EKODBOL INDUL EGY VONAT ...Budapest by Blimp ...Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs et dames Regardez bien, je vous en prie Here's a map and a diagram, a shrivelled page Ripped from the book of history See the priceless antiquity frozen in time Built on the ashes of the Jews And for your curiosity, beauty sublime Signed in the blood of Zulus Not really a goosestep, more of a limp |
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from Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
Strange how the scale forms
in tiny patterns on my antenna and the Five O'clock Show, hello hello... Brooklyn is crawling with famous people I turn my vehicle beneath the river, West from South Through the airwaves - people never read the airwaves do we only feed the airwaves or stamp them out of street level? Airwaves - the dampness of the wind the airwaves - the tension of the skin the airwaves I really should have seen through the airwaves Electric fences line our new freeway here in the half-light, the motorhomes leave knee-deep in water under a pylon how slow my heartbeat, how thin the air I'm breathing in Control has enabled the abandoned wires again but the copper cables all rust in the acid rain that flood the subway with elements of our corrosion cabled in to me... Be in my broadcast when this is over give me your shoulder, I need a place to wait for morning. No it was nothing - some car backfiring - pleased don't ask questions I itch all over let me sleep. |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
Some nights hes weightless
He has to travel His mouth is gravel And theres an empty feeling, within his heart... Eye on the fuel guage Westchester Thruway That triple octane wont contain the empty feeling, in Dolby's heart... Same old insecurity Strap him into his carseat And the sump started leaking All over New Jersey Gas stations everywhere - Not one drop to fill me. Big hunk of carrot cake Blueberry milkshake Fistful of coldrex Won't fix the empty feeling, in Lizzy's heart... So she flicks on the TV Takes in a movie But all those memories Won't erase the empty feeling, from in her heart... Then a dog woke inside her head To watch the explosion And a pipe started leaking As she bent to the basin Fruit juice everywhere - Not one drop to fill me 'You could be the one' she whispered 'listen - love is all you've ever wanted all you'll ever need.' End of our summer Your body weightless In condensation My heart learned to swim And the feeling was gone again. |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless (1983)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
The Earth can be any shape you want it
Any shape at all Dark and cold or bright and warm Long or thin or small But it's home and all I ever had And maybe why for me the Earth is flat Friends have often asked me why I'm sensitive about my height I would look around and say Hmm, I thought I was immune All my life I have waited to be given any word It was screaming to be heard Please remember... The Earth can be any shape you want it Any shape at all Dark and cold or bright and warm Long or thin or small But it's home and all I ever had and maybe why for me the Earth is flat Turn the island to the storm tonight Then when they spill the demon seed Turn and face into the wind All along you still believed Believed you were immune And if love is all you're missing Look into your heart Is anybody home ? Please remember ... The Earth can be any shape you want it Any in the world But don't you point that raygun at me I might just explode There are stones buried in your soul And only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll, uyeah And in time you'll come to understand The flat old Earth is in your gentle hands |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
Miller time at the bar where all the English meet
She used to drink in the hills Only now she drinks in the valleys Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue or so it seems A Croydon girl could really hope to find a home But with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from You begin to see the value of your freedom... The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood And deer look down from the hills And it's three o'clock in the morning Pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer voice Crying out, mummy won't come out of the bathroom And you'd hoped he'd say he's sorry if he hit you but he's buried in the screenplay of his feature Screen kiss, one screen kiss Straight from a film I forget who was in Screen kiss, one screen kiss Blue filter lens, a pool of vaseline But all the rushes look the same Only there's a movie I wouldn't pay to see again If it's the one with him in You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors Hold to me and we'll climb You could sneak out while he's sleeping Suicide in the hills above old Hollywood Is never gonna change the world Change the world overnight Any more than the invention of the six-gun - child Any more than the discovery of Radium, Or California tipping in the ocean Screen kiss, one screen kiss ... |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant Keith woke beside the fountain From his dreams of china mountains Far from the clatter of these autobanks That keep chucking up money! It turned into the kind of joke That Keith feels isn't funny White City White City Keith talked in alphanumerals Keith talked in alphanumerals Keith built a drug cathedral Shape of an octahedron Where he could hide from young Orwellians Who would trample their brothers! A thin white powder film on everything But soot is the colour of The White City White City White City So - are you happy With this vision you've created Should have known you'd never rest Til we're all incinerated And you know you are the best. |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
If I'm not sleeping
It's because I'm frightened Of what I might find Behind the curtain There is a signal There is a warning I will not heed them Until I hear the morning dew That trickles down my window Mulu - the people of the rain forest Believe in dreamtime Real time inverted Along a faultline Below the surface There is a sequence There is a reason For all the nightmares All this mayhem Mulu - the changes |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you I scare myself the moment that you're going I scare myself when I let my thoughts run And when they're running I keep thinking of you And when they're running What can I do? I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly I scare myself, it can get frightening I scare myself, to think what I could do I scare myself it's some kind of voodoo And with that voodoo I keep thinking of you And with that voodoo What can I do? But it's so so very different when we're together And I'm so so much calmer; I feel better Cause the stars already crossed our paths forever And the sooner that you realize it the better And then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself And I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself And my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself And I'll think of you and I won't scare myself |
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from Thomas Dolby - The Flat Earth (2003)
(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! |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
(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! |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you I scare myself the moment that you're going I scare myself when I let my thoughts run And when they're running I keep thinking of you And when they're running What can I do? I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly I scare myself, it can get frightening I scare myself, to think what I could do I scare myself it's some kind of voodoo And with that voodoo I keep thinking of you And with that voodoo What can I do? But it's so so very different when we're together And I'm so so much calmer; I feel better Cause the stars already crossed our paths forever And the sooner that you realize it the better And then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself And I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself And my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself And I'll think of you and I won't scare myself |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
There was one room in her house that was always kept locked...
It was the garage! I don't want your love I don't want your money I just want the key to your Ferrari Don't want your bed I don't want your body I want the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it - scoot it - skid it - jam it - rev it - skip it - gun it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari And then I saw her... she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins and gills like some giant piranha fish, some obscene phallic symbol on wheels... little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam as I kicked those five hundred italian horses into life and left reality behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers as we passed eighty, ninety miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers and as we hit the magic 100 my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior... and at that moment, I thought of my mother... Don't need no drugs Don't need no liquor All I want is the key to your Ferrari You ruby lips - pa! Your perfect figure - ecch! I just want the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it - rip it - tear it - bare it - ram it - repair it - scoot it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari He's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it - rev it - skip it - gun it - brake it - zoom it - vacuum it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari I just want the key to your Ferrari (cause aliens ate my buick |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
The Earth can be any shape you want it
Any shape at all Dark and cold or bright and warm Long or thin or small But it's home and all I ever had And maybe why for me the Earth is flat Friends have often asked me why I'm sensitive about my height I would look around and say Hmm, I thought I was immune All my life I have waited to be given any word It was screaming to be heard Please remember... The Earth can be any shape you want it Any shape at all Dark and cold or bright and warm Long or thin or small But it's home and all I ever had and maybe why for me the Earth is flat Turn the island to the storm tonight Then when they spill the demon seed Turn and face into the wind All along you still believed Believed you were immune And if love is all you're missing Look into your heart Is anybody home ? Please remember ... The Earth can be any shape you want it Any in the world But don't you point that raygun at me I might just explode There are stones buried in your soul And only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll, uyeah And in time you'll come to understand The flat old Earth is in your gentle hands |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
If I'm not sleeping
It's because I'm frightened Of what I might find Behind the curtain There is a signal There is a warning I will not heed them Until I hear the morning dew That trickles down my window Mulu - the people of the rain forest Believe in dreamtime Real time inverted Along a faultline Below the surface There is a sequence There is a reason For all the nightmares All this mayhem Mulu - the changes |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
Everybody thinking, thinking pretty hard
Everybody thinking about singin' from the heart If you want my opinion, it isn't worth a bean If you haven't got that ability to swing Aww, the ability to swing Everybody talking, talking pretty loud Everybody looking, just turn up from the crowd Gonna break it till you bucko, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing Aww, the ability to swing Friends send them away And go it alone, honey Rome wasn't built in a day But now it's a ruin, the joke has worn thin And it isn't cool to abuse the ability to swing, aww Everybody looking, looking pretty hard Everybody talking about singin' from the heart Gonna break it till you bucko, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing Aww, the ability to swing Dreams send them away And go it alone, honey Rome wasn't built in a day But now it's a ruin, the joke has worn thin And it isn't cool to abuse the ability to swing, aww Oh but each beat send me deeper under Each beat send me more to sleep Heart melts ice and heart spells danger Don't hold your breath boy 'cause it don't come cheap, aww Everybody looking, looking pretty hard Everybody looking for a meaning in my art Gonna give it to you straight boy, it isn't worth a bean If you ain't in possession, the ability to swing, yeah The ability to swing, the ability to swing The ability to swing yeah, the ability to swing |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
Miller time at the bar where all the English meet
She used to drink in the hills Only now she drinks in the valleys Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue or so it seems A Croydon girl could really hope to find a home But with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from You begin to see the value of your freedom... The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood And deer look down from the hills And it's three o'clock in the morning Pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer voice Crying out, mummy won't come out of the bathroom And you'd hoped he'd say he's sorry if he hit you but he's buried in the screenplay of his feature Screen kiss, one screen kiss Straight from a film I forget who was in Screen kiss, one screen kiss Blue filter lens, a pool of vaseline But all the rushes look the same Only there's a movie I wouldn't pay to see again If it's the one with him in You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors Hold to me and we'll climb You could sneak out while he's sleeping Suicide in the hills above old Hollywood Is never gonna change the world Change the world overnight Any more than the invention of the six-gun - child Any more than the discovery of Radium, Or California tipping in the ocean Screen kiss, one screen kiss ... |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant Keith woke beside the fountain From his dreams of china mountains Far from the clatter of these autobanks That keep chucking up money! It turned into the kind of joke That Keith feels isn't funny White City White City Keith talked in alphanumerals Keith talked in alphanumerals Keith built a drug cathedral Shape of an octahedron Where he could hide from young Orwellians Who would trample their brothers! A thin white powder film on everything But soot is the colour of The White City White City White City So - are you happy With this vision you've created Should have known you'd never rest Til we're all incinerated And you know you are the best. |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
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! |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
(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! |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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! |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - 12 X 12 (2003)
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. |
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from Thomas Dolby - Astronauts & Heretics (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - Astronauts & Heretics (2003)
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 |
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from Thomas Dolby - Astronauts & Heretics (2003)
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 : |
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