Hugh Hopper

Por que trabajas tu por all?
Por que no estas aqui en casa?
La la la, yo no se... solo me pregunto
Porque no soy feliz en la escuela?
Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est?
Yo no se...

Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo?
Es que puedo creer en el idolo que queremos?
Digame si es justo que no estes aqui?
Para ayudarme, yo no se, solo me preguntan
Yo no se, no se, no se...

In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass
Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
Winter time is when I think about the past

But of course I do all those things all the year 'round
I mean, all the good things are there to be found
It's all here, pick a bag and get to work
If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk
Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse?

If something's not worth saying
Not worth saying
Not worth saying
Say it...

If I were black and I lived here
I'd want to be a big man in the FBI ? or the CIA
But as I'm not, and of course I don't
And as I'm free, white and twenty-one
I don't need more power than I've got
...except for some times when I'm broke

Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing
But even there, weren't the time wasted?
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked?

Virgins are boring
They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring
Why be smug about the time wasted?
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked?

Knickers and panties
We are groping under knickers and pants
But is it worth it, all that time wasted?
Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked?
With nothing on at all
Nothing, no clothes on
Nude, naked, bare...

In his organ solos
He feels 'round the keyboards
Knowing he must find the noisiest notes for you to hear
And when I know that he's found them
It feels so good...
But I still can't see why people listen, instead of doing it themselves

But I'm grateful all the same
You're very kind and I don't blame you
I don't mind if you just watch
In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it...

Here's a song for Clean Machine Kevin Majorca
He's found his own way of "live in Majorca"
Don't walk, don't drink
Don't talk, just think
Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon

Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill
At least as long as he lies perfectly still
He eats brown rice and fish ? how nice
Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon

Good and bad go so well together in his tunes
He wrote a song and called it the weather ? or not
He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir
Waiting for something that's already there
Heaven on Earth or is it the moon?

Why, why, why is he sleeping?
Why is the trumpeter weeping?
Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams
His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming
Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying

We've got something to tell you
Hold on we wanted to thrill you
Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better
Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter

Kevin on Earth there'll be one
Kevin on Earth make room for one
Kevin himself he'll be in
Kevin on Earth, be here
Or you could be now
Or is he found, in Herne Bay...

Por que trabajas tu por all?
Por que no estas aqui en casa?
La la la, yo no se... solo me pregunto
Porque no soy feliz en la escuela?
Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est?
Yo no se...

Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo?
Es que puedo creer en el idolo que queremos?
Digame si es justo que no estes aqui?
Para ayudarme, yo no se, solo me preguntan
Yo no se, no se, no se...

Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise:
Beauty, sleep, love, sadness
Do I dream that something's missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak mind
Give me the truth, give me the truth,
give me the truth, tell me...

Songs and verses
Handy captions
Photographs of:
Real-life action, horror, madness
Can it be that something's happening?
Wash me, paint me, but please don't taint me
Give me a chance, give me chance,
give me a chance...

When I was young, the sky was blue
And everyone knew what to do
But now it's gone, the telly's here
Mass media, the sewer too

Universal maximillion
Eight rare cases
Chickenpox and crawling gladness
Seemingly it's nothing happening
Cure my doctor
Don't swallow him down
Give me the cure, give me the cure,
give me the cure...

The night was cool, the moon was bright
The air was clear with oxygen
The stars were there, and in my eyes
Were thousands of chrysanthemums

Don't use magnets ?
Geophysics carry you back
Wholesome, healthfood, homepride
Satisfied
Something outside gives out hunger
Face my mirror
Electricity...

In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass
Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
Winter time is when I think about the past

But of course I do all those things all the year 'round
I mean, all the good things are there to be found
It's all here, pick a bag and get to work
If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk
Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse?

If something's not worth saying
Not worth saying
Not worth saying
Say it...

I can tell...
I can tell by the ring of a bell
A chime that is clear and true
But if it's cracked, the sound is flat
Like happiness that's untrue

Out of the East, the sun flew West
Trailing its golden spray
My heart burns, when fortune turns
The trail to light my way

Days go by, I watch the sky
My eyes forever quest
The sun returns, though my hope yearns
Forever things point the rest

Sun heart burns
Moon glow turns
Stars will trade
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness

Flowers grow wild, just for the child
Sniff this sprinkling bloom
When you grow up, hope colours up
The things that cause us gloom

Tell can you now how fun is made?
It's how happiness is really found
Look for advice, be told more than twice
By people all around

Sun heart burns
Moon glow turns
Stars will trade
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness

I can tell...
I can tell by the ring of a bell
A chime that is clear and true
But if it's cracked, the sound is flat
Like happiness that's untrue

Out of the East, the sun flew West
Trailing its golden spray
My heart burns, when fortune turns
The trail to light my way

Days go by, I watch the sky
My eyes forever quest
The sun returns, though my hope yearns
Forever things point the rest

Sun heart burns
Moon glow turns
Stars will trade
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness

Flowers grow wild, just for the child
Sniff this sprinkling bloom
When you grow up, hope colours up
The things that cause us gloom

Tell can you now how fun is made?
It's how happiness is really found
Look for advice, be told more than twice
By people all around

Sun heart burns
Moon glow turns
Stars will trade
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness
Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness

If I were black and I lived here
I'd want to be a big man in the FBI ? or the CIA
But as I'm not, and of course I don't
And as I'm free, white and twenty-one
I don't need more power than I've got
...except for some times when I'm broke

I've got something to tell you
Hold on, I wanted to thrill you
It's nice, makes you feel better
It's called a Lullabye Letter
Hold tight, I'm not trying to con you
Get ready, I'm going to lay it on you

You're the sweetest thing I see
I'm telling you it's no lie

I've got lights in my brain, girl
We'll have fights in the rain, girl
You'll be good/bad together
Writing songs and call that the weather
If you've got something to sing me
Four o'clock's the best time to ring me

You're the sweetest thing I see
I'm telling you it's no lie

I've got something to tell you
Hold on, I wanted to thrill you
It's nice, makes you feel better
It's called a Lullabye Letter
Hold tight, I'm not trying to con you
Get ready, I'm going to lay it on you

You're the strangest scene I see
I'm telling you it's no lie

You're the sweetest thing I see in my life...

Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing
But even there, weren't the time wasted?
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked?

Virgins are boring
They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring
Why be smug about the time wasted?
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked?

Knickers and panties
We are groping under knickers and pants
But is it worth it, all that time wasted?
Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked?
With nothing on at all
Nothing, no clothes on
Nude, naked, bare...

It's my, my, my bed you're lying on
And it's my, my, my bed you're dying on
But if it's my head you're relying on

You gotta save yourself ? save yourself
Don't enslave yourself ? save yourself
Just to save yourself ? save yourself
Stay in your own bed at night

Because, girl, you know
That if I try to feed you
And keep you all week to make you feel secure
Then you won't leave my bed
Though you wanna stay fed
Will your heart remain, girl?
You know you can't make it
Without tryin' to fake it
And I believe, baby

You gotta save yourself ? save yourself
Don't enslave yourself ? save yourself
Just to save yourself ? save yourself
Stay in your own bed at night

You may laugh at me
Say I don't deserve
All the things I've had
Sad...

In his organ solos
He feels 'round the keyboards
Knowing he must find the noisiest notes for you to hear
And when I know that he's found them
It feels so good...
But I still can't see why people listen, instead of doing it themselves

But I'm grateful all the same
You're very kind and I don't blame you
I don't mind if you just watch
In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it...

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(repeat ad nauseam)

On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation
How long can I resist the temptation?
I've got my bird, you've got your man
So who else do we need, really?

Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours
While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now
And if it's half as good for you as it is for me
Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while
Till all the thing I want is need
You are the thing I are, I knew

I want you more than ever now
We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure
That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need
Then all the thing us needs is wanting

I realized when I saw you last
We've been together now and then
From time to time - just here and there
Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
To have you haunt the horns of my dilemma
- Oh! Wait a minute! -

Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up

Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home
And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again

There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen
Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again
Back home again

The sun shines here all summer
Its nice cause you can get quite brown
Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky
And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again...

Living is easy here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home again

Just before we go on to the next part of our song
Let's all make sure we've got the time
Music-making still performs the normal functions -
background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching
That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining
After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it?

Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies
She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me
It was the same with her love
It just wasn't enough for me
But before this feeling dies
Remember how distance can tell lies!

You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you?
You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is
She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race
And you're winning, and you're winning
She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning
Until I get more homesick
So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies...