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I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkway I realise it's time to plan the day I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me? I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me? Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me? The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end We march I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny from this maze Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes |
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You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone But there's one place left to go before the taxi home After all you've made your marks One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor The next night you're Marilyn Monroe Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go? Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show 'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks You made your marks, you made your marks We believe it's for real Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me But I love my wife and I love my family I've got a good job, responsibilities And I need to keep respect from society I know you'll never act with me I know that you're in love with me So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night? Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina? You made your marks, you made your marks Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night Just making marks, just making marks Just making marks, just making marks You made your marks |
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Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me |
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Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else I'm just checking out that I've not gone under the water or thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter Can't you understand that the way things were planned it never worked out so I just went crazy I took to the drink like something say its maybe I ain't got no excuse to say, except it's my way I got nothing else to say, except it's my way it's always my way I seem to be running away so often I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be but it's always the same getting caught up again in a habbit, a habbit I just can't shake off the way it always turned out can you understand it's the way I chose to be everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under fast, I'm slipping away, am I so crazy (Albert St., Aylesbury) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on He resides down at the bingo on a lucky friday night The match was rained off saturday but the panel came in right On sunday your mates were toasting you with champagne down the pub And on monday you went to London to pick the cheque up with your mum You had a tux on, mmm, you had a tux on The first time you had a tux on, lucky man There's a photo on the mantlepiece, when you bought your first guitar And your girlfriend came to see you when you were the rising star You knew your luck was holding when you filled the local hall The first time and the last time that you thought you had control You had a tux on, lucky man, you had a tux on You got a tux on, tux on Now you're touring stadiums, you've let it go too far Standing with your manager, your back to every bar Blowing on your credit cards, chopping out the pain Crowding into toilets with a host of your new-found friends You got a tux on, nothing's changed, you got a tux on Lucky man with a tux on, you're still the same with a tux on It was eyes down in the parlour, they prayed it wouldn't rain The brother pulled his cuffs down to hide the blue-black vein His razor'd more than lines end, they found him just too late The final performance, the main man lies in state With a tux on, look at him now with a tux on The last time with a tux on, take him away with a tux on Somewhere in a tenement, in a well-thumbed magazine Someone finds a photograph that triggers off a dream The uniform that symbolizes the comfortable life He's always known his luck's in but now he's found the drive He's got a tux on, look at him now with a tux on He's gonna get one with a tux on, free admission with a tux on Get it anyway with a tux on, he's got a tux on The easy way with a tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on [FISH 1987 Produced by Chris Kimsey for Chris Kimsey Productions Ltd. (MARIL 7 B |
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Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three boats down from the Candy Carnal dancers let their senses preach It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think while in need, they'll give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for experience I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped in polaroid, a puppet drowned in celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void Three boats down from the Candy I remember you Three boats down from the Candy Much too much to lose Three boats down from the Candy Oh, those words were never true Three boats down from the Candy I remember you [FISH 1983 Produced by Nick Tauber; (12 MARIL 1 B) Drums: John Martyr |
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Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my escape on the midnight train Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you - Charting the single Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to Cologne All night hotel Liebling make your mark Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home? Get a pizza the action when I Romeo again Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade Wedding rings, I know when Venice time, Venice time To chart the single, to chart the single Charting the single, charting the single The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey Before the blond hairs turn to grey I like to train, express myself in the universal language Ego on my face in the nicest possible way It's absolutely the nicest possible way Charting the single I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game Charting the single It's a solo performance on a one way street You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet Charting, charting, charting, charting the single |
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Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say |
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Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three boats down from the Candy Carnal dancers let their senses preach It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think while in need, they'll give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for experience I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped in polaroid, a puppet drowned in celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void Three boats down from the Candy I remember you Three boats down from the Candy Much too much to lose Three boats down from the Candy Oh, those words were never true Three boats down from the Candy I remember you [FISH 1983 Produced by Nick Tauber; (12 MARIL 1 B) Drums: John Martyr |
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I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry And Kayleigh, could we get it together again I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends We said our love would last forever so how did it come to this bitter end Oh oh yeah Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember the loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember dancing in Stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone To have hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone Maybe it'll prove that we were right or it'll prove that I was wrong |
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Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys Rooting, tooting cowboys Lucky little ladies at the watering holes They'll score the Friday night goals I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian. II. Curtain Call And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot. But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot How did I get in here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Let's go And the man in the mirror has sad eyes |
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I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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I was flicking through the channels on the tv on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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I. Heorot's plea and Grendel's awakening
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes II. Grendel's Journey Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart III. Lurker at the Threshold Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries Screams are his music, lightning his guide Raping the darkness, death by his side Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out You should have known better after all this time You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws You lust for gold with your sharpened knives Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand You call for justice and distort the truth Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow. |
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He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkway I realise it's time to plan the day I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me? I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me? Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me? The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end We march I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny from this maze Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes |
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On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry And Kayleigh, could we get it together again I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends We said our love would last forever so how did it come to this bitter end Oh oh yeah Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember the loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember dancing in Stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone To have hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone Maybe it'll prove that we were right or it'll prove that I was wrong |
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I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name
But I got problems of the memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin' incommunicado And I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard A dummy in Tussauds you'll see Incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a multi-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy, the Peter Pan, the street credibility Always taking the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity, call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny -- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied To the bumper of a wedding limousine Or currently residing in the "where are they now" file A toupet on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards Talk shows on prime time TV A villa in France, my own cocktail bar And that's where you're gonna find me Incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity, call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny -- it's the way that I choose Incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado It's the only way Incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado |
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I was flicking through the channels on the tv on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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When I hit the streets back in '81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all these years? I saw political intrigue, political lies Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart My heart, this is my heart We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise Divided we stand, together we'll rise We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts These are our hearts These are our hearts You can't take away our hearts You can't steal our hearts away I can't walk away No more |
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He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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For me and my true-love will never walk again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Moira Anderson, eat your heart out! You-ou-- You'll take the high road an' I'll take the low road An' I'll be in Scotland before you For me and my true-love we'll never walk again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond You'll take the acid an' I'll take the dope An' I'll be stoned before you For me an' my true-love, the drink waters' well On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm An' row an' row all for Mhairi's wedding Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm an' row an' row all for Mhairi's wedding I said you, you, you, you'll take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the lead guitar, from Yorkshire Mr. Stephen Rothery! I said you, you, you, you take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from Aylesbury Mr. Peter Trawavas! I said you, you, you, you take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the keyboards, from Dublin Mr. Mark Kelly! I said you, you--, you'll take the high road I said I'll, I'll--, I'll take the low road On drums, per-cus-si-on, Mr. Michael "E.T." Pointer! And a very big round of applause, for yourself, one audience tonight It takes two! On vocals, and percussion Fish! A dream fulfilled! Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret I said you take the high road An' I'll take the low road An' I'll be in Scotland before you For me and my true-love we'll never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret The balcony: Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma Margaret Say yer Scottish: Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret I said you'll take the high road An' I'll take the low road An' I'll be in Scotland before you For me and my true-love we'll never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond! Banks of Loch Lomond! Sweet Margaret Sweet Margaret Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret! Thank you Edinburgh, good night, we shall de-fi-nite-ly return |
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You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone But there's one place left to go before the taxi home After all you've made your marks One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor The next night you're Marilyn Monroe Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go? Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show 'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks You made your marks, you made your marks We believe it's for real Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me But I love my wife and I love my family I've got a good job, responsibilities And I need to keep respect from society I know you'll never act with me I know that you're in love with me So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night? Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina? You made your marks, you made your marks Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night Just making marks, just making marks Just making marks, just making marks You made your marks |
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Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say |
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Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Found our nest, in the Daily Express Met the vicar in a holy vest Brought up the children Church of E Now I vegetate with a colour TV Worst ever thing that ever happened to me Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E., oh Judy Whatever happened to pillow fights Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs, mogadons "I got a headache baby, don't take so long" Single beds, middle age dread Losing the war in the Waistlands spread Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube Who forgot to flush the loo Leave your sweaty socks outside the door Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy Whatever happened to morning smiles Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles Whatever happened to twinkling eyes, hard fast drives Complements on unnatural size Propping up a bar, family car Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk World war three, suburbanshee Just slip her these pills and I'll be free No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more Goodbye Judy |
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I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry And Kayleigh, could we get it together again I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends We said our love would last forever so how did it come to this bitter end Oh oh yeah Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember the loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember dancing in Stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone To have hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone Maybe it'll prove that we were right or it'll prove that I was wrong |
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I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper, Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard the children singing, They were running through the rainbows. They were singing a song for you. Well it seemed to be a song for you, the one I wanted to write for you, for you, you. Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green. When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue. When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. For your love, for your love, for your love |
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Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys Rooting, tooting cowboys Lucky little ladies at the watering holes They'll score the Friday night goals I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian. II. Curtain Call And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot. But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot How did I get in here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Let's go And the man in the mirror has sad eyes |
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I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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I was flicking through the channels on the tv on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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On premenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins where ceremonies pause at the jewellers shop display feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes till they commit themselves to the muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last nights hero picking up his dues a honeymoon gambled on a ricochet she's staring at the brochures at the holidays chalking up a name in your hometown standing all your mates to another round laughing at the world till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classrooms shabby butterflies flit in the glow of stranded telephone boxes; planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations, rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes, she faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night as the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye In a warm wet circle Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle Like a bullethole in Central Park, a warm wet circle and I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse giving it all away before its too late She'll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle giving it all away and showing no shame She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart a warm wet circle, she'll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle (the Quarterdeck, North Berwick) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK] It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well |
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Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me |
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