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Searching for Mr Right
Waiting up half the night Feeling like I'll be dead Before I'm old Teaching myself to be The Young Untold How can I hope to be Someone for you to see? Blind as the Fate decrees I will go on Teaching myself to be The Young Untold Am I in vain tonight? Lose you against the light Who can you be Mr Right? |
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Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo
Gets me thinking 'bout good times I had with you Back in the Sixties when love was free Never need to worry bout my G.C.E. Dying of boredom in your plastic home Pretty the pictures, work to the bone Don't be depressed, you can just pick up the phone But it won't answer 'cos there's no-one home Count your possessions out one by one Include your lovers, include the one You threw away in nineteen sixty three Include me out, don't label me |
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Staring at the mirror on
the steamy bathroom wall eating a Noddemix As the people are running the highrise starts to fall While she neatly wipes her lips The reporters pick up their pads and pens As they rush to the scene And the cameras wink on the gory views How the Editors agree Putting on her makeup she glances at the clock Next she'll paint her nails The train has collided the driver didn't stop As she slips onto the scales Looking for her car keys she finds them in her shoe Lift the magazine from the floor That long-ago mystery has revealed another clue As she quickly shuts the door Yeah, man, they just pulled over now, And it looks like it's gonna be an all-night job tonight, you know. If you could send a few cars, it would sure help a lot. And I should sip wine in front of the TV tonight Because there's a program I wish you to see. I'll start making a few inquiries already. Ok, that's all for now. |
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And when I see you
constantly changing Never the same as, never remaining I cannot fix you in a position Where I would lose you out of my vision For you are movement And that is nothing |
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If you think the world is
a machine with one cog And that cog is you, or the things that you do Then you are not in this world The world is not you If you think the world is a balloon in your head When it goes bang only you will be dead 'Cos you are not in this world The world is not you If you think the world lies at the top of your legs And you only live when you are in bed Then you are not in this world The world is your head If you think the world is a clutter of existence Falling through the air with minimal resistance You could be right, how would I know? Colossal youth is showing the way to go |
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I don't need you to love me
I don't need you to care Take your body from by me Be yourself over there Though you think you adore me Secretly you just bore me When I'm thinking of something You always come up nothing Now I'm not a neurotic Or my business spasmodic And my only excuse is: Everything comes from chaos Keep your music for evenings And your coffee for callers Say goodbye to your freedom Don't come here with your wallet |
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Eaten out of house and home,
Choci Loni starts a roam Putting on a bandolier, hearing through a nudie ear Choci Loni roams |
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Parrish is dancing, his feet are a blur
Comes to a standstill, I ask him a question He doesn't hear Wurlitzer jukebox Fingers are pointed in my direction Words fly around me, everyone's chanting |
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Think of salad days
they were folly and fun They were good, they were young |
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Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye Go for credit in the real world Won't you try? I got some credit in the straight world I lost a leg, I lost an eye Go for credit in the real world You won't die Instant credit in the straight world Leaving money when you die Lots of credit in the real world gets you high |
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When the rich die last
Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world lights up For the final day We will all be poor Having had our say Put a blanket up on the window pane When the baby cries lullaby again As the light goes out on the final day For the people who never had a say There is so much noise There is too much heat And the living floor throws you off your feet As the final day falls into the night There is peace outside in the narrow light |
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Be polite
Tonight Just for one time Be polite Tonight You know a smile when you see one Just for once Tonight You say it's better if we don't write Radio silents Tonight Be polite |
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Yesterday we were always laughing
Always good for a laugh in passing Stepping outside of the rules for asking Misery passes and so does crying Just look around when you feel like dying Stepping outside of the rules when trying Hopeless cases will drag you under Fiery lovers will make you blunder Tearing all the rules asunder Trying to cakewalk but it's too boring Coming to life at four in the morning You think you're alive But then you're just yawning |
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Eaten out of house and home,
Choci Loni starts a roam Putting on a bandolier, hearing through a nudie ear Choci Loni roams |
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And when I see you
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I don't need you to love me
I don't need you to care Take your body from by me Be yourself over there Though you think you adore me Secretly you just bore me When I'm thinking of something You always come up nothing Now I'm not a neurotic Or my business spasmodic And my only excuse is: Everything comes from chaos Keep your music for evenings And your coffee for callers Say goodbye to your freedom Don't come here with your wallet |
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Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye Go for credit in the real world Won't you try? I got some credit in the straight world I lost a leg, I lost an eye Go for credit in the real world You won't die Instant credit in the straight world Leaving money when you die Lots of credit in the real world gets you high |
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Staring at the mirror on
the steamy bathroom wall eating a Noddemix As the people are running the highrise starts to fall While she neatly wipes her lips The reporters pick up their pads and pens As they rush to the scene And the cameras wink on the gory views How the Editors agree Putting on her makeup she glances at the clock Next she'll paint her nails The train has collided the driver didn't stop As she slips onto the scales Looking for her car keys she finds them in her shoe Lift the magazine from the floor That long-ago mystery has revealed another clue As she quickly shuts the door Yeah, man, they just pulled over now, And it looks like it's gonna be an all-night job tonight, you know. If you could send a few cars, it would sure help a lot. And I should sip wine in front of the TV tonight Because there's a program I wish you to see. I'll start making a few inquiries already. Ok, that's all for now. |
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Be polite
Tonight Just for one time Be polite Tonight You know a smile when you see one Just for once Tonight You say it's better if we don't write Radio silents Tonight Be polite |
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