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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination
More fodder for the new lost generation I got a question to send you to the nearest closet "Why can't you let us do it like Joni does it?" There you go again, giving it your very best trying so hard to make it sound like all thee rest And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul you gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V. rock 'n' roll We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola I got political inclinations to announce but no way, if it doesn't scan with your accounts I got some spiritual ideology for you I know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola You can find it in the streets You can find it in the elevators You can find it where the ladies wash their hands It emanates from littleboxes on the wall and it'll soon be coming in disposable tin cans My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio Wall Street liquid lunches showing us the way to go Why tolerate this numismatical polity? There isn't any other way, there isn't any other way, more's the pity We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
I pretend that I'm glad you went away
But these four walls close in more every day And I'm dying inside and nobody knows it but me Like a clown I put on a show The pain is real even if nobody knows And I'm crying inside and nobody knows it but me Why didn't I say the things I needed to say How could I let my angel get away Now my world is just a-tumblin' down I can say it so clearly but you're nowhere around The night are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me How blue can I get, you could ask my heart Just like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart A million words couldn't say just how I feel A million years from now, you know, I'll be loving you still The night are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me The night are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
permanent wave
temporary laughter morality's soul living happy ever after never see the end never in a million years and never be afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodiesthree score years and ten i know we're waiting for the big amen only one chance tears of blood and years of sweat and toil give it all up then shuffle off your mortal coil don't it make you sigh don't you want to bend and cry don't you be afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time life's a bitch and then you die |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
i read it in the papers
it must be true it said "girl gives birth to alien boy" but do we see a photo of this bundle of joy --- no, no i saw another headline it knocked me flat it said "dinosaur found alive today" it's easy when you're talking the rhetorical way it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're responsible citizens and wold they lie to you? i saw it on the front page whatever next? it read "N.A.S.A plans sex in outer space" no doubt to procreate the human race they put it in the late news well, now hear this,it went "man with two heads learns to fly" well, JESUS, but it must have been one hell of a guy it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're the pillars of society and would they lie to you? i saw it on the newsstand it shouted at me it said "we are all good and they are all bad" well drive me to the clinic 'cos it's driving me mad it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're responsible citizens and would they lie to you? it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're the pillars of society and would they lie to you? it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're responsible citizens and would they lie to you? |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
even though i think of you
life goes on i keep your photograph in my attache' your eyes seem to follow me from day to day i make the curtains sing and dance in my room i'm sure i see your smile and smell your sweet perfume and sometimes your face is in everything i see forever with me sometimes our love is more than just a memory even though i think of you life goes on my heart keeps me awake as loud as it beats i'm sure i feel your skin between the warm silk sheets and sometimes your face is in everything i see forever with me sometimes our love is more than just a memory even though i think of you life goes on when i'm awake or sleepingwhen i got things to do why does everything i see remind me of (you?) (You) swept the broken years away just like a brand new broom. and there was only you there in (the room) (the room) grows hazy and the people grow loud i'm sure i hear your voice above the madding crowd and sometimes your face is in everythings i see forever with me sometimes our love is more than just a memory even though i think of you life goes on |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
noon glistens and shadows wave
who know whether we're stupid or brave and they way we are oh we are running scared no use fighting in the name of pride when there probably isn't any place to hide and the two of us running scared they're fakin' their peace and makin' their tracks they re watching you, watching them, watching your backs and they know we are oh we are running scared running scared from hearsay and hate fatality and fate st peter's pearly gate on the run to merciful release where paranoias cease and an everlasting peace is not a gun we could be pushing it much too far well maybe we, maybe, just maybe we are and the both of us both of us running scared excuse me officer, don't you know that this is the place where you people don't go here we go here we go running scared running scared from hearsay and hate fatality and fate st peter's pearly gate on the run to merciful release where paranoias cease and an everlasting peace is not a gun running running scared |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
Talk tougher than james cagney
Act smarter than charlie chan Love longer than valentino or you never will be a man i saw him down at the drive-in saturday a forty five to blow away anyone who happens to disagree With such panache and style, he wins the game when all the while, i'm sitting here thinking that it could be me Suddenly, in walks a criminologist with too much knowledge to resist and plenty of answers for the good at heart No fear, no pain, no sweat, the teardrop on the serviette Oh i could be a hero if i was that smart Silver cloud, silver tongue on a silver lover screen with the sweetest of the sweet and meanest of the mean Talk tougher than james cagney Act smarter than charlie chan, oh Love longer than valentino or you never will be a man back to the movies where the lady, beset by his charms, falls faintly in the lover's arms the fate of every watching woman in his hands after the earth moves, musn't dwell, our hero bids a fond farewell upon his trusty camel 'cross the desert sands with the bad guys in a fix and the ladies in a spin where does fantasy end and reality begin? Talk tougher than james cagney Act smarter than charlie chan, oh Love longer than valentino or you never will be a man When you take up the sword and you fight the good fight with your ego in the red and your dreams in black and white. talk tougher than james cagney act smarter than charlie chan love longer than valentino or you never will be a man |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
i wouldn't if i were you
thank god we're not my finger shoots straight and true that shows a lot just try it on if you dare so tough so free my shoulder has chips to spare save one for me whenever these bars close before me i'll tear them down with one fit of temper it's hot head, hot groove, don't look, don't move don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might kill somebody don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might thrill somebody whatever their name may be who dares, who dares? nobody does that to me who cares, who cares? whenever these four walls close me in i'll knock them down with one flick of my wrist it's so mean, so cute, don't scream, don't shoot. don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might kill somebody don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might thrill somebody i'm counting from one to ten one two, one two no telling what happens then it's up to you it could be love or it cold be war what will you choose it depends what i want to get out of my cage for choose war, you lose whenever the roof falls down on me i'll come right through with one beat of my heart it's you win, you bet, don't cry, don't fret don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might kill somebody don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might thrill somebody |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
Half-way to paradise or so it seems that way
Same as anyone the same as any other day. We seek eternity in all the things we buy Not top priority but it sure figures very high. Who steals the real world fooling us all as it goes And who gets to heaven - heaven knows. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever be forever. Meanwhile in Cuckoo Land a most delightful place We look no further than the nose in front of our face. No wood anywhere we can see only trees Last train for material refugees. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever be forever. Don't concern yourself with matters past and future Just put your mind to where they meet. But when a heart beats fooling us all as it goes And who gets to heaven - heaven knows. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever be forever - be forever - be forever - be forever - be forever - Heart beats heart beats - be forever - Heart beats heart beats - be forever - be forever. |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
shades of all shades
every shape and size promised parties in the air danced before her eyes but where did love go and where were you on the day they turned violet to blue friends of all friends friends that came and went some did care some did not subway residents but what did you feel what did you do on the day they turned violet to blue on the day they turned violet to blue can't stop, don't start warm hand, cool heart please hear my call out cold, in deep no sense, no sleep at all so before you go kinds of all kinds glittering like gold selling for the highest bid keeping out the cold and did the angels call by for you on the day they turned violet to blue on the day they turned violet to blue on the day they turned violet to blue can't stop, don't start warm hand, cool heart please hear my call out cold, in deep no sense, no sleep, at all |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
I catch my breath and ready for the race to come
No prizes call, the contest is my opium Since you can never be sure When they're keeping the score You must always be ready to run I tense myself Waiting for the starting gun No time for fun Because I work all day and I think all night I break my body but that's alright 'Cos it'll take my mind and all my might To keep one step ahead of you I think to myself living is a winning school Winning on your feet, winning on the street Winning as a golden rule It's seems there's always a test And I'm doing my best But there still seems a long way to go I try myself Trying everything I know Pushing me so So (Chorus) Don't wanna know why Don't wanna know how or when or who One step ahead One more step ahead just to get me through I try my best Here comes another test So wicked, no rest Because (Chorus 2x) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Rise and greet the great pretender
He's young and hungry for your crown Do you want it? Do yuo want my place? You can take my place Do you want it? Do you want my place? You can take my place Heart of gold and mind of putty They made me up they'll make you up as well (Chorus) I know a thing or two But I hope it's good for you The time has come for abdication So pass it on, yeah pass it on (Chorus) I hope you'll understand If it goes the way they planned (Chorus to end) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
There we were, living on our island in the sun
Life was so easy, there was plenty for everyone 'Long come a white man who saw the milk and honey Now we're making due while he's making all the money Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another wheel stops rolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again There we were, living in our village in the trees We were minding our own business, We were doing as we please 'Long came a white man with attitudes and axes Now we're doing overtime and paying lots of taxes (Chorus) The promises and gifts he brings In honor of the songs he sings Are tearing us apart We were pow-wowing to our hearts content We had the great spirit, we didn't need a president 'Long came a white man from the civilised nations Now he ain't having second thoughts But we've got reservations Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another wheel stops rolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another bell starts tolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another people starts calling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Sitting here feeding
all these nimbers into my machine A number for every little thing I see I execute and they come dancing in Dresses black and green I recognise the number shining out at me Telling me One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why Many a good man stops to reason and pause for a while Many a big man doesn't even try And those who shold know better love the Word in praise and letter They wonder how and when When I just wonder why I wonder (One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why They're crying in future tenses Tearing down the walls and fences No matter how I count It still comes to the same amount One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Mr. K comes out to play
Inquisitive as ever He'd like to know a bunch of things He thinks you're pretty clever The height of Cyd Charisse The probability of chance The capital of Turkey And the president of France So Don't ask me, got no genius to mention And I just don't know what to do, what to do Don't ask me, I'm the father of invention And you'll never know what is true, what is true The origin of species The date of Waterloo Oppenheimer's shoe size And the latitude of Timbuktu The square root of thrity-eight Why they call he-goats billy The weight of Colonel Sanders And the whereabouts of Chile So (Chorus) Before you go on may I make a suggestion To get to the truth, You must first know the question (Chorus to end) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
What's the matter with your face?
What's the matter with they way you talk? What you doing with that spoon? You should be eating with a knife and fork Take a look at your body Take a look at your state of play You've had your fun and now it's time to pay I'm doing O.K. Well look at me, I'm doing O.K. Good, cos' I'm burning at both ends Running on spare juice Living from line to line I'm burning at both ends Surviving on borrowed time Maybe it's me who's doing it wrong Maybe I'm falling behind Maybe I'd come to your party If I was the Hari Kari'ing kind Sooner or later it'll catch you up Sooner or later you'll see You may not be around to disagree Are you talking to me You couldn't be talking to me Good, cos' (Chorus) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Two-thirty on a Monday morning, I go
No particular worry or care Down Santa Monica Boulevard, real slow Just to see if that lady's still there I don't know if I should But maybe I could ask her something I wonder 'bout the place she calls her home You're not alone Lady on the phone Who are you calling Who are you talking to now Lady on the phone Who knows your number Who lives in your world and how So another day comes round, life goes On and lady's still making that call No need to tell her there's a world out there She knows She just doesn't seem worried at all I see someone in there Beauty with the reddest of hair And maybe not such a long, long time ago You're not alone (Chorus) When there are no more dimes to spend Do operators call you friend Does anybody know your name Call me I'll play your game I know You're not alone (Chorus) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
There are walls to keep the stranger out
And doors that open wide Over here, over here Open spaces for a silent shout A place for you to hide Over here Over here that feeling that fills my head And smiles as as I take my time to bed And I hear someone calling me Oh no This certain space is not your place to go And I see someone standing there Go away Gone walkabout, not coming out today Nothing ever seems to matter And yet, nothing means so much Over here, over here No magic box or slight of hand No mockery of touch Over here Over here I go but not to sleep I hope there's something I can keep (Chorus) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
your mind can play tricks
makes you what you want to be just like superheroes you saw them on tv coast to coast, wall to wall got to go, duty calls here i am superman, lois lane saved the world, back again here i am in my old, red saloon i'm a knight in shining armour if i were asleep, man i couldn't be much calmer hit the road, on the run faster than anyone here i amone for all, all for one shake the fist, shoot the gun here i am don quixote what do you say? are we proud? are we brave? or just crazy? don quixote what do you say? are we shooting at windmills like you? common sense, is as good as a cafe' on the moon when man and machinery come to their high noon beat the clock, punch the wall fix'd in no time at all here i amradio on the blink kick the cat, hit the drink here i am don quixote what do you say? are we proud, are be brave or just crazy? don quixote what do you say? are we shooting at windmills like you? here i am don quixote we're all men of la mancha |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
got a badge upon my chest
i'm a cut above the rest so ican tell you what to do got my regimental hat got my "by the good book" chat so ican tell you where to go i've got a job to do and i'm telling you i intend to do it well it's easy when you know how got my smart uniform and my duty to perform so i don't care you who you are i'm the only one who can spoil your fun with one shake of the head it's easy when youknow how, know way know where and know today know mercy, know time know reason, know rhyme know how i can tell you i'm the law with my medals from the war so don't tell me what to do with my narrow point of view though i know you're probably right, i guess it's still not easy saying yes it's easy when you know how, know way know where and know today know mercy, know time know reason, know rhyme know how |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
off to face the world again
past the bathroom mirror ignorance is bliss, they say couldn't be much clearer imaging what might have been thinking it could still be all the lost years in between still a sucker for a dream you might be an oil tycoon you might be a Cobb cartoon you might be a Gershwin tune you might be but you're not you might be a nations fall you might be an eagles call you might be the Albert Hall you might be but you're not play the fool and act the clown impress your friends and neighbours not so good when you come down with nothing for your labours you could've been a movie star you could've been a hero you could have won a bridge too far the best you get is no cigar you might be an oil tycoon you might be a Cobb cartoon you might be a Gershwin tune you might be but you're not you are what you are you see what you see you might be an oil tycoon you might be a Cobb cartoon you might be a Gershwin tune you might be but you're not you might be a nations fall you might be an eagles call you might be the Albert Hall you might be but you're not |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
on the top of an office block
sits a man of business, a man of means he's got intrays and ashtrays he is up to his neck in computers and tragedy queens undermining his overdraft with lunches with the president he got indecision and indigestion and he wonders where the last ten million went but what do i get when i say to his face? let me take you to a better place wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long on the side of a mountainlives a man of nature, a man of peace he got no food and no money and he's waiting for his merciful release works his fingers to the bone just to make it through the winter snows he's got nothing to do and no one to do it to and he wonders where the buffalo goes but what do i get when i say to his face? let me take you to a better place wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
hold me up, i'm falling over
got the jackal at my door got a chip upon my shoulder but i still come back for more phone me up, i'm feeling lonely got the radio up loud with my comfortable position and my cottage in the clouds easy we come, easy we go little we learn, little we know no place to rest, no space to grow easy we come, easy we go wind me up, i'm boxing shadows got a pocket full of fluff got a sturdy constitution but i don't think thats enough easy we come, easy we go little we learn, little we know no place to rest, no space to grow easy we come, easy we go easy we go wake me up i'm fast asleep and i've forgotten who i am got a trivial ideal and a temporary plan easy we come, easy we go little we learn, little we know no place to rest, no space to grow easy we come, easy we go |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try for sins and alarms So to America the brave Wise men save Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of saran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got plans for us nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you It's not me you see pieces of valentine With just a song of mine to keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of saran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got time to kill sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise mens child Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of saran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
gone fishing for compliments
on hollywood and vine i'd come to your party but i haven't finished mine talk to the doctor he turns acid into wine, 'cause i am an angelin the city of angels nothing cuts too deep yes i am an angel in the city of angels and i live the biggest sleep . . . oh oh oh i'm off to chew the fat where all the in crowd chew hang loose at the oscar show and at the yacht club too don't mess with me 'cos i've a bigger hose than you. 'cause i am an angelin the city of angels nothing cuts too deep yes i am an angel in the city of angels and i live the biggest sleep cos i am an angelnothing here is real cos i am an angelin the city of angels it only matters what you feel cause i am an angel in the city of angels and everything is cool cause i am an angel in the city of angels it's me i'm trying to fool 'cos i am an angel in the city of angels nothings as it seems 'cos i am an angel in the city of angels so come and live your dreams 'cos i am an angelin the city of angels nothing cuts too deep 'cos i am an angel in the city of angels and i live the biggest sleep |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
make it plastic make it pay
use it up and throw away make another just the same, more or less burn our time down to size send it up into the skies hide the evidence with lies, what a mess but we've just come from a meeting and we're sure you'd like to know there'll be deep blue skies and clear blue waters everywhere you go 'cos everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say yes everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say in the name of energy we give our problems to the sea but they'll be back for you and me in or haste, we forget leaving our mistakes behind out of sight is out of mind our disposable mankind what a waste but we've talked to the experts and they know a thing or two they say it's all hunky dory there's nothing for you to do 'cos everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say yes everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say but it's an awful price to pay believing everything they say here tomorrow gone today so take me home to the red red skies and the brown, brown grass and the black, black seas and the broken glass and the dead, dead trees but everything's coming up roses or that's what they tell you 'cos everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say yes everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say 'cos everything's coming up roses |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
He made a record
it made him famous yes it made him a star. The life and soul of the party he rocks he shocks You never know where you are with him. He got no sense but he got money He got no sense but he got overnight success Exceed excess exceed excess. He no big deal he's just a wide boy He no big deal he's just an ordinary guy Oh me oh my oh me oh my. He made a movie he played the driver of a big yellow car. He is super fab and groovy he struts and he crows You never know where you are with him. He got no sense but he got money He got no sense but he got overnight success Exceed excess exceed excess. He no big deal he's just a wide boy He no big deal he's just an ordinary guy Oh me oh my oh me oh my. And with your symmetry teeth and your california tan I'm here to tell you that you ain't no superman you're just a wide boy. |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
In turquoise inner space
the giants live with grace At peace with peace, at peace with god and men Their spirits rise and fall much greater than us all They trust too much to see their bitter end "Never in a million years", they say "it could never come to this, no way" You should never trust man, my friends So as i stare to sea the salt winds call to me And as they call I hang my head in shame any other world would call their bluff but any other world would scream enough The ocean cries louder to me Save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale Save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale To never kiss and tell their factory ship farewell With every scream a piece of conscience dies lying in a crimson resting place crying with a smile upon his face the giant dies trusting in me any other world would call their bluff but any other world would scream enough the ocean cries louder to me Save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale and jesus christ almighty save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale for all our sakes . . . save the whale |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination
More fodder for the new lost generation I got a question to send you to the nearest closet "Why can't you let us do it like Joni does it?" There you go again, giving it your very best trying so hard to make it sound like all thee rest And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul you gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V. rock 'n' roll We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola I got political inclinations to announce but no way, if it doesn't scan with your accounts I got some spiritual ideology for you I know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola You can find it in the streets You can find it in the elevators You can find it where the ladies wash their hands It emanates from littleboxes on the wall and it'll soon be coming in disposable tin cans My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio Wall Street liquid lunches showing us the way to go Why tolerate this numismatical polity? There isn't any other way, there isn't any other way, more's the pity We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola We're growing up We're growing up To radio musicola |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
I pretend that I'm glad you went away
But these four walls close in more every day And I'm dying inside and nobody knows it but me Like a clown I put on a show The pain is real even if nobody knows And I'm crying inside and nobody knows it but me Why didn't I say the things I needed to say How could I let my angel get away Now my world is just a-tumblin' down I can say it so clearly but you're nowhere around The night are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me How blue can I get, you could ask my heart Just like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart A million words couldn't say just how I feel A million years from now, you know, I'll be loving you still The night are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me The night are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
permanent wave
temporary laughter morality's soul living happy ever after never see the end never in a million years and never be afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodiesthree score years and ten i know we're waiting for the big amen only one chance tears of blood and years of sweat and toil give it all up then shuffle off your mortal coil don't it make you sigh don't you want to bend and cry don't you be afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time life's a bitch and then you die |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
i read it in the papers
it must be true it said "girl gives birth to alien boy" but do we see a photo of this bundle of joy --- no, no i saw another headline it knocked me flat it said "dinosaur found alive today" it's easy when you're talking the rhetorical way it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're responsible citizens and wold they lie to you? i saw it on the front page whatever next? it read "N.A.S.A plans sex in outer space" no doubt to procreate the human race they put it in the late news well, now hear this,it went "man with two heads learns to fly" well, JESUS, but it must have been one hell of a guy it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're the pillars of society and would they lie to you? i saw it on the newsstand it shouted at me it said "we are all good and they are all bad" well drive me to the clinic 'cos it's driving me mad it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're responsible citizens and would they lie to you? it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're the pillars of society and would they lie to you? it's what the papers say you know it's right it's down there written in black and white --- for you it's what the papers say you know it's true they're responsible citizens and would they lie to you? |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
even though i think of you
life goes on i keep your photograph in my attache' your eyes seem to follow me from day to day i make the curtains sing and dance in my room i'm sure i see your smile and smell your sweet perfume and sometimes your face is in everything i see forever with me sometimes our love is more than just a memory even though i think of you life goes on my heart keeps me awake as loud as it beats i'm sure i feel your skin between the warm silk sheets and sometimes your face is in everything i see forever with me sometimes our love is more than just a memory even though i think of you life goes on when i'm awake or sleepingwhen i got things to do why does everything i see remind me of (you?) (You) swept the broken years away just like a brand new broom. and there was only you there in (the room) (the room) grows hazy and the people grow loud i'm sure i hear your voice above the madding crowd and sometimes your face is in everythings i see forever with me sometimes our love is more than just a memory even though i think of you life goes on |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
noon glistens and shadows wave
who know whether we're stupid or brave and they way we are oh we are running scared no use fighting in the name of pride when there probably isn't any place to hide and the two of us running scared they're fakin' their peace and makin' their tracks they re watching you, watching them, watching your backs and they know we are oh we are running scared running scared from hearsay and hate fatality and fate st peter's pearly gate on the run to merciful release where paranoias cease and an everlasting peace is not a gun we could be pushing it much too far well maybe we, maybe, just maybe we are and the both of us both of us running scared excuse me officer, don't you know that this is the place where you people don't go here we go here we go running scared running scared from hearsay and hate fatality and fate st peter's pearly gate on the run to merciful release where paranoias cease and an everlasting peace is not a gun running running scared |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
Talk tougher than james cagney
Act smarter than charlie chan Love longer than valentino or you never will be a man i saw him down at the drive-in saturday a forty five to blow away anyone who happens to disagree With such panache and style, he wins the game when all the while, i'm sitting here thinking that it could be me Suddenly, in walks a criminologist with too much knowledge to resist and plenty of answers for the good at heart No fear, no pain, no sweat, the teardrop on the serviette Oh i could be a hero if i was that smart Silver cloud, silver tongue on a silver lover screen with the sweetest of the sweet and meanest of the mean Talk tougher than james cagney Act smarter than charlie chan, oh Love longer than valentino or you never will be a man back to the movies where the lady, beset by his charms, falls faintly in the lover's arms the fate of every watching woman in his hands after the earth moves, musn't dwell, our hero bids a fond farewell upon his trusty camel 'cross the desert sands with the bad guys in a fix and the ladies in a spin where does fantasy end and reality begin? Talk tougher than james cagney Act smarter than charlie chan, oh Love longer than valentino or you never will be a man When you take up the sword and you fight the good fight with your ego in the red and your dreams in black and white. talk tougher than james cagney act smarter than charlie chan love longer than valentino or you never will be a man |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
i wouldn't if i were you
thank god we're not my finger shoots straight and true that shows a lot just try it on if you dare so tough so free my shoulder has chips to spare save one for me whenever these bars close before me i'll tear them down with one fit of temper it's hot head, hot groove, don't look, don't move don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might kill somebody don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might thrill somebody whatever their name may be who dares, who dares? nobody does that to me who cares, who cares? whenever these four walls close me in i'll knock them down with one flick of my wrist it's so mean, so cute, don't scream, don't shoot. don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might kill somebody don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might thrill somebody i'm counting from one to ten one two, one two no telling what happens then it's up to you it could be love or it cold be war what will you choose it depends what i want to get out of my cage for choose war, you lose whenever the roof falls down on me i'll come right through with one beat of my heart it's you win, you bet, don't cry, don't fret don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might kill somebody don't let me out of my cage boy 'cos i might thrill somebody |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
Half-way to paradise or so it seems that way
Same as anyone the same as any other day. We seek eternity in all the things we buy Not top priority but it sure figures very high. Who steals the real world fooling us all as it goes And who gets to heaven - heaven knows. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever be forever. Meanwhile in Cuckoo Land a most delightful place We look no further than the nose in front of our face. No wood anywhere we can see only trees Last train for material refugees. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever be forever. Don't concern yourself with matters past and future Just put your mind to where they meet. But when a heart beats fooling us all as it goes And who gets to heaven - heaven knows. When a heart beats you can see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever be forever - be forever - be forever - be forever - be forever - Heart beats heart beats - be forever - Heart beats heart beats - be forever - be forever. |
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from Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola (E Release) (1986)
shades of all shades
every shape and size promised parties in the air danced before her eyes but where did love go and where were you on the day they turned violet to blue friends of all friends friends that came and went some did care some did not subway residents but what did you feel what did you do on the day they turned violet to blue on the day they turned violet to blue can't stop, don't start warm hand, cool heart please hear my call out cold, in deep no sense, no sleep at all so before you go kinds of all kinds glittering like gold selling for the highest bid keeping out the cold and did the angels call by for you on the day they turned violet to blue on the day they turned violet to blue on the day they turned violet to blue can't stop, don't start warm hand, cool heart please hear my call out cold, in deep no sense, no sleep, at all |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
I catch my breath and ready for the race to come
No prizes call, the contest is my opium Since you can never be sure When they're keeping the score You must always be ready to run I tense myself Waiting for the starting gun No time for fun Because I work all day and I think all night I break my body but that's alright 'Cos it'll take my mind and all my might To keep one step ahead of you I think to myself living is a winning school Winning on your feet, winning on the street Winning as a golden rule It's seems there's always a test And I'm doing my best But there still seems a long way to go I try myself Trying everything I know Pushing me so So (Chorus) Don't wanna know why Don't wanna know how or when or who One step ahead One more step ahead just to get me through I try my best Here comes another test So wicked, no rest Because (Chorus 2x) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Rise and greet the great pretender
He's young and hungry for your crown Do you want it? Do yuo want my place? You can take my place Do you want it? Do you want my place? You can take my place Heart of gold and mind of putty They made me up they'll make you up as well (Chorus) I know a thing or two But I hope it's good for you The time has come for abdication So pass it on, yeah pass it on (Chorus) I hope you'll understand If it goes the way they planned (Chorus to end) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
There we were, living on our island in the sun
Life was so easy, there was plenty for everyone 'Long come a white man who saw the milk and honey Now we're making due while he's making all the money Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another wheel stops rolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again There we were, living in our village in the trees We were minding our own business, We were doing as we please 'Long came a white man with attitudes and axes Now we're doing overtime and paying lots of taxes (Chorus) The promises and gifts he brings In honor of the songs he sings Are tearing us apart We were pow-wowing to our hearts content We had the great spirit, we didn't need a president 'Long came a white man from the civilised nations Now he ain't having second thoughts But we've got reservations Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another wheel stops rolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another bell starts tolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another people starts calling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Sitting here feeding
all these nimbers into my machine A number for every little thing I see I execute and they come dancing in Dresses black and green I recognise the number shining out at me Telling me One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why Many a good man stops to reason and pause for a while Many a big man doesn't even try And those who shold know better love the Word in praise and letter They wonder how and when When I just wonder why I wonder (One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why They're crying in future tenses Tearing down the walls and fences No matter how I count It still comes to the same amount One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Mr. K comes out to play
Inquisitive as ever He'd like to know a bunch of things He thinks you're pretty clever The height of Cyd Charisse The probability of chance The capital of Turkey And the president of France So Don't ask me, got no genius to mention And I just don't know what to do, what to do Don't ask me, I'm the father of invention And you'll never know what is true, what is true The origin of species The date of Waterloo Oppenheimer's shoe size And the latitude of Timbuktu The square root of thrity-eight Why they call he-goats billy The weight of Colonel Sanders And the whereabouts of Chile So (Chorus) Before you go on may I make a suggestion To get to the truth, You must first know the question (Chorus to end) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
What's the matter with your face?
What's the matter with they way you talk? What you doing with that spoon? You should be eating with a knife and fork Take a look at your body Take a look at your state of play You've had your fun and now it's time to pay I'm doing O.K. Well look at me, I'm doing O.K. Good, cos' I'm burning at both ends Running on spare juice Living from line to line I'm burning at both ends Surviving on borrowed time Maybe it's me who's doing it wrong Maybe I'm falling behind Maybe I'd come to your party If I was the Hari Kari'ing kind Sooner or later it'll catch you up Sooner or later you'll see You may not be around to disagree Are you talking to me You couldn't be talking to me Good, cos' (Chorus) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
Two-thirty on a Monday morning, I go
No particular worry or care Down Santa Monica Boulevard, real slow Just to see if that lady's still there I don't know if I should But maybe I could ask her something I wonder 'bout the place she calls her home You're not alone Lady on the phone Who are you calling Who are you talking to now Lady on the phone Who knows your number Who lives in your world and how So another day comes round, life goes On and lady's still making that call No need to tell her there's a world out there She knows She just doesn't seem worried at all I see someone in there Beauty with the reddest of hair And maybe not such a long, long time ago You're not alone (Chorus) When there are no more dimes to spend Do operators call you friend Does anybody know your name Call me I'll play your game I know You're not alone (Chorus) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Works (E Release) (1990)
There are walls to keep the stranger out
And doors that open wide Over here, over here Open spaces for a silent shout A place for you to hide Over here Over here that feeling that fills my head And smiles as as I take my time to bed And I hear someone calling me Oh no This certain space is not your place to go And I see someone standing there Go away Gone walkabout, not coming out today Nothing ever seems to matter And yet, nothing means so much Over here, over here No magic box or slight of hand No mockery of touch Over here Over here I go but not to sleep I hope there's something I can keep (Chorus) |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
your mind can play tricks
makes you what you want to be just like superheroes you saw them on tv coast to coast, wall to wall got to go, duty calls here i am superman, lois lane saved the world, back again here i am in my old, red saloon i'm a knight in shining armour if i were asleep, man i couldn't be much calmer hit the road, on the run faster than anyone here i amone for all, all for one shake the fist, shoot the gun here i am don quixote what do you say? are we proud? are we brave? or just crazy? don quixote what do you say? are we shooting at windmills like you? common sense, is as good as a cafe' on the moon when man and machinery come to their high noon beat the clock, punch the wall fix'd in no time at all here i amradio on the blink kick the cat, hit the drink here i am don quixote what do you say? are we proud, are be brave or just crazy? don quixote what do you say? are we shooting at windmills like you? here i am don quixote we're all men of la mancha |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
got a badge upon my chest
i'm a cut above the rest so ican tell you what to do got my regimental hat got my "by the good book" chat so ican tell you where to go i've got a job to do and i'm telling you i intend to do it well it's easy when you know how got my smart uniform and my duty to perform so i don't care you who you are i'm the only one who can spoil your fun with one shake of the head it's easy when youknow how, know way know where and know today know mercy, know time know reason, know rhyme know how i can tell you i'm the law with my medals from the war so don't tell me what to do with my narrow point of view though i know you're probably right, i guess it's still not easy saying yes it's easy when you know how, know way know where and know today know mercy, know time know reason, know rhyme know how |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
off to face the world again
past the bathroom mirror ignorance is bliss, they say couldn't be much clearer imaging what might have been thinking it could still be all the lost years in between still a sucker for a dream you might be an oil tycoon you might be a Cobb cartoon you might be a Gershwin tune you might be but you're not you might be a nations fall you might be an eagles call you might be the Albert Hall you might be but you're not play the fool and act the clown impress your friends and neighbours not so good when you come down with nothing for your labours you could've been a movie star you could've been a hero you could have won a bridge too far the best you get is no cigar you might be an oil tycoon you might be a Cobb cartoon you might be a Gershwin tune you might be but you're not you are what you are you see what you see you might be an oil tycoon you might be a Cobb cartoon you might be a Gershwin tune you might be but you're not you might be a nations fall you might be an eagles call you might be the Albert Hall you might be but you're not |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
on the top of an office block
sits a man of business, a man of means he's got intrays and ashtrays he is up to his neck in computers and tragedy queens undermining his overdraft with lunches with the president he got indecision and indigestion and he wonders where the last ten million went but what do i get when i say to his face? let me take you to a better place wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long on the side of a mountainlives a man of nature, a man of peace he got no food and no money and he's waiting for his merciful release works his fingers to the bone just to make it through the winter snows he's got nothing to do and no one to do it to and he wonders where the buffalo goes but what do i get when i say to his face? let me take you to a better place wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
hold me up, i'm falling over
got the jackal at my door got a chip upon my shoulder but i still come back for more phone me up, i'm feeling lonely got the radio up loud with my comfortable position and my cottage in the clouds easy we come, easy we go little we learn, little we know no place to rest, no space to grow easy we come, easy we go wind me up, i'm boxing shadows got a pocket full of fluff got a sturdy constitution but i don't think thats enough easy we come, easy we go little we learn, little we know no place to rest, no space to grow easy we come, easy we go easy we go wake me up i'm fast asleep and i've forgotten who i am got a trivial ideal and a temporary plan easy we come, easy we go little we learn, little we know no place to rest, no space to grow easy we come, easy we go |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try for sins and alarms So to America the brave Wise men save Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of saran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got plans for us nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you It's not me you see pieces of valentine With just a song of mine to keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of saran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got time to kill sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise mens child Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of saran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
gone fishing for compliments
on hollywood and vine i'd come to your party but i haven't finished mine talk to the doctor he turns acid into wine, 'cause i am an angelin the city of angels nothing cuts too deep yes i am an angel in the city of angels and i live the biggest sleep . . . oh oh oh i'm off to chew the fat where all the in crowd chew hang loose at the oscar show and at the yacht club too don't mess with me 'cos i've a bigger hose than you. 'cause i am an angelin the city of angels nothing cuts too deep yes i am an angel in the city of angels and i live the biggest sleep cos i am an angelnothing here is real cos i am an angelin the city of angels it only matters what you feel cause i am an angel in the city of angels and everything is cool cause i am an angel in the city of angels it's me i'm trying to fool 'cos i am an angel in the city of angels nothings as it seems 'cos i am an angel in the city of angels so come and live your dreams 'cos i am an angelin the city of angels nothing cuts too deep 'cos i am an angel in the city of angels and i live the biggest sleep |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
make it plastic make it pay
use it up and throw away make another just the same, more or less burn our time down to size send it up into the skies hide the evidence with lies, what a mess but we've just come from a meeting and we're sure you'd like to know there'll be deep blue skies and clear blue waters everywhere you go 'cos everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say yes everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say in the name of energy we give our problems to the sea but they'll be back for you and me in or haste, we forget leaving our mistakes behind out of sight is out of mind our disposable mankind what a waste but we've talked to the experts and they know a thing or two they say it's all hunky dory there's nothing for you to do 'cos everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say yes everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say but it's an awful price to pay believing everything they say here tomorrow gone today so take me home to the red red skies and the brown, brown grass and the black, black seas and the broken glass and the dead, dead trees but everything's coming up roses or that's what they tell you 'cos everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say yes everything's coming up roses or so they tell you coming up smelling of roses or so they say 'cos everything's coming up roses |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
He made a record
it made him famous yes it made him a star. The life and soul of the party he rocks he shocks You never know where you are with him. He got no sense but he got money He got no sense but he got overnight success Exceed excess exceed excess. He no big deal he's just a wide boy He no big deal he's just an ordinary guy Oh me oh my oh me oh my. He made a movie he played the driver of a big yellow car. He is super fab and groovy he struts and he crows You never know where you are with him. He got no sense but he got money He got no sense but he got overnight success Exceed excess exceed excess. He no big deal he's just a wide boy He no big deal he's just an ordinary guy Oh me oh my oh me oh my. And with your symmetry teeth and your california tan I'm here to tell you that you ain't no superman you're just a wide boy. |
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from Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (E Release) (1984)
In turquoise inner space
the giants live with grace At peace with peace, at peace with god and men Their spirits rise and fall much greater than us all They trust too much to see their bitter end "Never in a million years", they say "it could never come to this, no way" You should never trust man, my friends So as i stare to sea the salt winds call to me And as they call I hang my head in shame any other world would call their bluff but any other world would scream enough The ocean cries louder to me Save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale Save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale To never kiss and tell their factory ship farewell With every scream a piece of conscience dies lying in a crimson resting place crying with a smile upon his face the giant dies trusting in me any other world would call their bluff but any other world would scream enough the ocean cries louder to me Save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale and jesus christ almighty save the whale . . . save the whale . . . save the whale for all our sakes . . . save the whale |
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