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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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| 2. |
| 3:40 |
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Early evening he get these urges
Skin tension under leatherette A back bar somewhere in clubland Cigarillo and the scene is set See the bodies - now things're moving Little twitches people can't explain Young bodies, listen to them talking New languagism in their veins Same face in a new situation The mirrorball holds mesmerised - He looks around, he's the new Clark Gable... Urges, urges - he get these urges Don't wanna talk about - Heartfelt urges - he get these urges He's not supposed to talk about Urges, urges - these restless urges he don't wanna talk about - Urges, urges - can't stop the urges Lock them out. She's here, the heat is rising He move slowly she's a china doll By degrees, he'll loosen her composure - She knows he knows she knows he knows. One word to the man in the pulpit She start twitching and she can't sit still Seven inches of a black star liner ... Try to contain the stuff that's in your body Bit silly when your head's no good When you're ashamed of things about your body You keep drinking like you knew you would In the footlight the ape in motion Spins circles all across the floor - Mouth the words, assume the positions For a second we can fool them all girl this time it's a new sensation It's never been this way before. I look at you and I feel half human ... |
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| 3. |
| 3:53 |
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Thirty nine and you need some leeway
soon you're eyeing the overseas page The trains're running late As you close the garden gate Step through your steel front doorframe "Dinner's in the microwave, sweetie" Leipzig is calling you Henry Leipzig is calling you Jane Leipzig is calling you Leonard Leipzig is calling you names Cars were burning on yellow lines Wheels turning, traffic lights change Another misty bus-queue morning Faces smile down from a hoarding You stoop to the bin - drop something in Well you'll soon feel yourself again And everyplace is just the same, isn't it? ... Like the sound of taxi brakes The sound of a dentist's drill The colour of skates on ice Under clingflilm - it's calling Leipzig is calling you names. |
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| 4. |
| 4:19 |
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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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| 5. |
| 3:35 |
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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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| 6. |
| 3:41 |
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It's poetry in motion she turned her tender eyes to me as deep as any ocean as sweet as any harmony mm - 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!" mm - but it's poetry in motion and when she turned her eyes to me as deep as any ocean as sweet as any harmony mm - 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're 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 mm - but she blinded me with science "she blinded me with - with science!" she blinded me with - |
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| 7. |
| 5:07 |
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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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| 8. |
| 5:28 |
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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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| 4:12 |
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(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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| 5:41 |
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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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| 11. |
| 6:34 |
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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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| 5:36 |
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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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| 13. |
| 8:39 |
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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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| 3:09 |
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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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| 4:26 |
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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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| 5:57 |
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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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