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Platform ranting in the trees
disturbed voices on the breeze huddled 'round the mad eyes screamer a pointed finger - the tin can schemer Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyed screamer Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyes screamer a pointed finger - the tin can schemer Mad eyed screamer - the corner speaker Could be a preacher - could be a teacher you want the world to meet your maker now a lecher transforms a traitor with a petrol flaring eye .... Come and see the corner speaker come and his suit dripdry the passers-by have one obsession to hear his raving to the sky Mad eyed screamer on your knees Mad eyed screamer you are not pleased with the chatter in the trees your balls are freezing in the breeze Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyes screamer mad eyed screamer - Mad eyed screamer your balls are freezing in the breeze Mad eyed screamer you are not pleased |
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| 2. |
| 2:15 |
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What can I do - I know they've gotten to you When you say that your whites
have an aerial blue What's happened to you - since I last say you I thought I knew your name - but it's not you but it's not you You're talking in a balloon in this tidy room sounding like a commercial for a serial I wish you could feel the way that I feel I wish you could feel but your so unreal your so unreal What can I say - what can I say all the traits you had have all gone away get up and wash at the right time of day and greet the world with the right thing to say You're so ideal - you're never down at heel you're so ideal - but you're so unreal I wish you could feel - the way that I feel I wish you could feel - but you're so unreal you're so unreal |
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| 3. |
| 3:20 |
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She hates the man and he hates the man
because something strong inside has been denied them but not him, Oh not him He hates the girl and she hates the girl because something weak implied they fought to push aside them but not her - Oh not her The girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because it's all been said before The girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because you only have your mentor to draw - you whore dead lumps of meat melt in this heat dead lumps of meat melt in this heat She hates the man and he hates the man because something strong inside has been denied them but not him - Oh not him He hates the girl and she hates the girl because something weak implied they fought to push inside them but not her - Oh not her This girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because it's all been said before The girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because you only have your mentor to draw from dead lumps of meat melt in this heat dead lumps of meat melt in this heat but not them |
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| 4. |
| 3:10 |
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I thing I hate you ...
... so come on hit me hard ... ..I love you ... |
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare, the motorway is standing on its own, I see me walking there...one for the road - one for the road, the headlights find my load, following signs and always taking my time, following signs these thumbs have klights of their own, one more for the road, just one more for the road, digital fun in the sun follow my thumb, follw my thumb, these thumbs are my guns see them dance when I'm blue, this beacon is my fare, anytime, anywhere,take a ride by a side in day or night, travelling through - some old, some new - just one more for the road, just another one for the road, jump inside little girl take a ride by my side, there's no end to this ride with this stranger tonight, there was just one more for the road, just another one for the road, digital fun in the sun, follow my thumb, follow my thumb, digital fun in the sun, follow my thumb...follow my thumb...follow my thumb
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| 6. |
| 4:03 |
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The dawning is over
the morning is over and I can't look into your eyes a cold November morning a shivering new dawning I watched your energy slide It's sad to see it dying -- that fire once so lively now three tears have fallen from my eyes a dampened need for fire -- a kindled desire the power just vanished from your eyes the dawning is over the mourning is over I still can't look into your eyes |
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| 7. |
| 3:50 | 
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| 8. |
| 2:47 |
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The ice house preserves
with incestuous flowers their nightly perfume overpowers me the stamens kiss entwined devouring the heart will melt whilst the ice remains erogenous touch -- of brother and sister the ice retains life -- no offspring to bear phallic flower etched into my memory a feline form on a frosty pane not ashes to ashes not dust to dust a beckoning bouquet of blossoming lust oh will you stay -- until this moment's complete? oh let me freeze you -- with this fragrance so sweet we shall not slither and wither away the door will lock shut -- when the ice names the day |
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| 9. |
| 2:16 |
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With your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth
reach out for another one -- don't look back on the past a chair through the window -- then through the looking glass the crystal splinters shimmer -- bathe the pavement in moon-dust laughing in the crimson rain -- we feel no pain with shards in our soles we'll dance again and again oh again and again amidst the laughter in the crimson rain with your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth forget tomorrow's mess -- because right now is the best... I guess we're dancing on glass... |
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| 10. |
| 3:50 |
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Giant sized flowers
giant sized bugs giant sized gecko is making his path undergrowth running a chorus of frogs a parakeet's picnic all writhing in a tub panoramic banana a passion fruit samba pale skin is itching -- a tropical fever creatures crawl and creatures call all creatures great and small gecko sits and watches all from perches short and tall |
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| 11. |
| 3:15 |
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Sky Train
Rising |
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| 12. |
| 3:34 |
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kula 'ula 'ula poni
'alani melemele polu 'akala 'oma 'oma 'o Come to the festival of colours celebrate the festival of colours shake your serpent thrashing hair come and tint the sleeping air across the seas from India but a rainbow can start anywhere clutching handfuls of the powder throw it everywhere chanting out their many names kick it to the wind... kula 'ula 'ula poni 'alani melemele polu 'akala 'oma 'oma 'o... ... festival of colours |
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| 2:36 |
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Kiss the girl -- kiss the girl
hands around the steering wheel caress the shiny vinyl feel don't you miss the girl? miss the girl? seduced reflection in the chrome there's petrol stains outside your home kiss the girl -- kiss the girl your loving strokes are fatal charms revenge bites back into her arms you didn't miss the girl -- you hit the girl you hit her with a force of steel she's wrapped around your burning wheels kissthegirlmissthegirlkissthegirlmissthegirl |
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| 14. |
| 5:05 |
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He Moa Kane (ancient Hawaiian riddle)
Above is red -- below is red hear the ringing voice... a strutting rooster |
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| 15. |
| 4:26 |
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The bursting balloon cocktails are soon
young glands young flesh invade the room a sardonic mood ughh... watch the rich fatty eating raw fish with avid curiosity oh piggy squeals and donkey bray -- at a sober party doggy barks and horsey neighs -- try to shock the party impaled on pleasure impaled on a spear impaled with danger impaled with fear a disfigured dismembered sex with a third world cast young glands young flesh the beating heart oh piggy squeals and donkey brays -- at a sober party doggy barks and horsey neighs -- try to shock the party the bursting balloon cocktails are soon young glands young flesh penetrate the room they fall on the camera lens against the tumble drier screen on the edit room floor lies a messier scene oh piggy squeals and donkey brays -- at a sober party doggy barks and horsey neighs -- try to shock the party |
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| 16. |
| 3:51 |
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| 17. |
| 2:48 |
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The weatherman is calling... calling... calling
The weatherman's informing of a bright new day There's no more gloomy weather Forget that umbrella No more diseases sneezing at this century The dalek drones are drowning We're flying, we're climbing Cars sit corroding As we soar away Waltzers on the rooftops Are spinning with side-hops Ugly concrete towers are now bright arcades Weathercade These shoes have done some walking Hear them talking These shoes will last forever They're made that way The weatherman is calling... calling... calling The weatherman's informing of a bright new day Weathercade Calling... calling... calling Weathercade |
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| 18. |
| 2:14 |
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Right now
Let me take you by the hand Right now Put your lips at my command Right now Fly me off to lover's land Baby Don't you leave me at the post Kiss me You can feel it coast to coast Right now Baby need your love the most You have set my soul on fire Only you can satisfy this great desire Right now Let the fool world break in two Right now Stars can tumble from the blue Right now Just as long as I'm with you Right now It's the time and it's the place Right now For a ride to outer space Right now Let me have that wild embrace You have set my soul on fire Only you can satisfy this great desire One time Let the wine of love flow free One time Be the lover you can be Right now Come and give yourself to me |
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