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What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him every day.
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to.
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

Chorus:
If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But, it better work this time.

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
I'm just not your kind.
What do you mean, "I couldn't be president, of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people", right?

Chorus: (repeat)
If there's a new way
I'll be the first in line,
But, it better work this time.

Can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
[Peace sells...,but who's buying? n+1 times more]
No, peace sells...
 
As I went out one evening to take the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red moon
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes
And on her face lay the steel blue skies
Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning
Turning

They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe
And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes
Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning
The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about
When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out
From Lincoln Park the dark was turning
Turning

Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine
But I searched in vain for she stayed behind
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
I'll go back to the city where I can be alone
And tell my friend she lies in stone
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
 
We don't need to be clever to learn your lies
We only have to listen, open up our eyes
Try to be honest, get kicked in the face
But if you cheat you're just a rat in the race

I'm an upstart
Hey whatcha gonna do
I'm an upstart
Listen I'm talking to you

Seek out an identity
You alienate society
Face the facts, why not admit it
How can you be outrageous when your mother won't allow it?

'I'm an upstart' by Angelic Upstarts. Quite poignant lyrics there. Feel quite moved :(
 
whirrrr

"Ah the night...here it comes again"
It's on with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
How'd I end up feeling so bad
For such a little girl
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
And I'm too scared to know to how I feel about you now
La Cienega just smiles..."see ya around"
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
And raise my glass 'cause either way I'm dead
Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore
One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul
La Cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye
"Ah the night...here it comes again"
It's off with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
How'd I end up feeling so bad
For such a little girl
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now
How I feel about you now
La Cienega just smiles and says, "I'll see you around"
 
tweak babe.

If i was a sunset, i'd want to lay on your bed,
And watch the hollywood lights flicker as it started to dim.
If i was a movie, you know i'd feel pretty good.
I'd watch you dancing all night in the dark where i stood.

I don't think about you
I don't think about you
I don't think about you
You don't think about me . . . miss sunflower blue

She's got the blue eyes, yeah, and they're pretty as hell
And they'll burn through your shirt if you're holding her still
She's got a lighter, and a lit cigarette
And if you're making her smile, that's just as high as you can get

I don't think about you
I don't think about you
I don't think about you
You don't think about me . . . miss sunflower blue

I'm still out on sunset in a taxicab
I'm still at the movies, and i'm holding your hand
Still at an overpass view looking out at the lights
Still on an airplane, and i'm starting to cry
I don't think about you

If i was the evening, you know i'd send you a breeze
I'd let it whisper in your ear, kiss you and sing you to sleep
If i wasn't so screwed up, maybe all the words might have come
But i think the needing just took everything they wanted was sung

I don't think about you
I don't think about you
I don't think about you
You don't think about me . . . miss sunflower blue
 
Lock up your brain
'Cos I'm here again
I'm never bored
I'll steal your chords
Ooh-ooh Zerøx Machine
Ooh-ooh Zerøx Machine

Give me a line
Or a middle eight
I've got the best
So I want the rest
Ooh-ooh Zerøx Machine
Ooh-ooh Zerøx Machine

Let's get together
Before its too late
Collect up the ideas
And duplicate
Filling up the forms
Send them off tonight
And you'll be the owner
Of the copyright
Of the copyright
Of the copyright

Times of the essence
Get your ears to the ground
However else
Can the hits be found?

I may look happy, healthy and clean
A dark brown voice and suit pristine
But behind the smile there is a
Zerøx Machine

(I'm a) Zerøx Machine
 
Hey, you got a face like a labrador
I don't mind, that's what I'm here for
The angel Gabriel sent me
To give you a little bit of sympathy

Ooh, I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street

Such a shame you had that crash
That will teach you to drive flash
And that lorry, hit you at full power
Your blood gushing like a shower

Gonna take you down to Harley Street

Plastic surgery, it's so plastic
Plastic surgery, fantastic

Well, you might have to sell your car
And your parents brand new house
You lie awake and you lose your sleep, baby
Miracles do not come cheap

Gonna take you down to Harley Street

Well, you can have a brand new nose
Light blue eyes or even hazel
Little ears will be much better
When you are a real go-getter

Gonna take you down to Harley Street

Plastic surgery, it's so plastic (alright now)
Plastic surgery, fantastic (and you'd better take me away)

Well don't go sitting in the sun
Your new face might start to run
Just forget your make-up scheme
Clean your face with Mr Sheen

Ooh I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street

Plastic surgery, it's so plastic (okay)
Plastic surgery, fantastic

I'm gonna take you down to
I'm gonna take you down to
Take you take you down to Harley
Gonna take you down
I'm gonna take you down girl
 
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door

He'd a French-cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way"

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair I' the casement!
His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; and he
kissed its
Waves in the moonlight, (oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
The he tugged at his rein in the moonlight,
And galloped away to the west

He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door

The said no word to the landlord, the drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow
bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window,
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with
the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" And they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat of blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by
like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!

Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance!
Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She
stood up straight and still!

Tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment!
She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death!

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket,
drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness
there

Back he spurred, like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and
his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs I' the golden noon;
Wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his
throat.

Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

(Poem by Alfred Noyes, set to music by Loreena McKennitt)


In the streets of New York City
When the hour was getting late,
There were young men armed with knives and guns,
Young men armed with hate.
And Lou Marsh stepped between them
And died there in his tracks,
For one man is no army, when a city turns its back

And now the streets are empty
And now the streets are dark,
So keep an eye on shadows,
And never pass the park.
For the city is a jungle
When the law is out of sight,
And death lurks in El-Bareo
With the orphans of the night.


There were two gangs approaching
In Spanish Harlem town,
The smell of blood was in the air
The challenge was laid down.
He felt their blinding hatred
As he tried to save their lives,
But they broke his peaceful body
With their fists and staves and knives.

And now the streets are empty
And now the streets are dark,
So keep an eye on shadows,
And never pass the park.
For the city is a jungle
When the law is out of sight,
And death lurks in El-Bareo
With the orphans of the night.


Shall Lou Marsh lie forgotten
In a cold and silent grave?
Or will his memory linger on
In those he tried to save.
And those of us who knew him
Will now and then recall,
And shed a tear on poverty
The tombstone of us all.

And now the streets are empty
And now the streets are dark,
So keep an eye on shadows,
And never pass the park.
For the city is a jungle
When the law is out of sight,
And death lurks in El-Bareo
With the orphans of the night.


(Phil Ochs)
 
I'm the only gay eskimo
I'm the only one I know
I'm the only gay eskimo
In my tribe

I go out seal hunting with my best friend Tarka
But all I wanna do is get into his parka
I'm the only gay eskimo
In my tribe

Well .. me an nut fluck chuck buck, we both like blubber
But me I've got this crazy fetish for rubber
I'm the only gay eskimo
In my tribe

I make a wish on the northern lights
That I could get a decent pair of whale skin tights
I'm the only gay eskimo
In my tribe

And the seals they sing now
*seal noises*

These cold winter nights are taking their toll
I even get excited when I see the north pole
See the north pole

I'm the only gay eskimo
I'm the only one I know
I'm the only gay eskimo
In my tribe
 
Seen enough to eye you
But Ive seen to much to try you
Its always weirdness while you
Dig it much too much to fry you
The weirdness flows between us
Anyone can tell to see us
Freak scene just cant believe us
Why cant it just be cool and free us?

Seen enough to eye you
But Ive seen to much to try you
Its always weirdness while you
Dig it much too much to fry you
The weirdness flows between us
Anyone can tell to see us
Freak scene just cant believe us
Why cant it just be cool and leave us?

Its so fucked I cant believe it
If theres a way I wish wed see it
How could it work just cant conceive it
Oh what a mess its just to leave it

Sometimes I dont thrill you
Sometimes I think Ill kill you
Just dont let me fuck up will you
cause when I need a friend its still you

What a mess
 
:') <-happy tear!

Blue sky when you gonna learn to rain?
And let yourself go blue for once
And let go of the weight you've been carrying
In this house, no one goes to sleep for days,
Its like were working on a mountainside
Trying not to slide,
Into the ocean,

I can take care of you
But only if you want
Im strong enough to carry you
Across the icy lake, across the icy lake
But I cant fight your blues,
Cause I know I'll lose
What's left of my mind
I cant win,
But for you I will try
Oh my baby blue

My mountain shes hidden in a pile of trees
And shes the one I'll have to climb,
If I ever wanna see,
Over the ocean
Blue sky
When you gonna learn to rain?
And let yourself go blue for once
And let go of the pain?

You can take care of me
The way I'd like to feel
Underneath the riverbed
Across the icy lake, across the icy lake
But I cant fight your blues
Cause I know I'll lose
What's left of my mind
I cant win,
But for you I will try
For you
Oh my baby blue
 
Working in the rain cutting up wood
Didn't do my little brother much good
He lost two fingers in a chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
Sells a bit of grass, hots up cars
Talks of travel, never gets far
He loves his kids but left his wife
An everyday story of country life

And the red brick cottage where I was born
Is the empty shell of a holiday home
Most of the year there's no-one there
The village is dead and they don't care
Now we live on the edge of town
Haven't been back since the pub closed down
One man's family pays the price
For another man's vision of country life

My old man is eighty-four
His generation won the war
He left the farm forever when
They only kept on one in ten
Landed gentry county snobs
Where were you when they lost their jobs?
No-one marched or subsidised
To save a country way of life

Silent fields, empty lanes
Drifting smoke, distant flames
Picture postcard hills on fire
Cattle burning in funeral pyres
Out to graze they look so sweet
We hate the blood we want the meat
Buy me a beer I'll take my knife
Cut you a slice of country life

If you want cheap food well here's the deal
Family farms are brought to heel
Hammer blows of size and scale
Foot and mouth the final nail
The coffin of our English dream
Lies out on the village green
While agri-barons CAP in hand
Strip this green and pleasant land
Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond
What remains gets built upon

No trains, no jobs
No shops, no pubs

What went wrong?

Country life
It's a little bit of country life
 
you ain't no punk, you punk. you wanna talk about the real junk? if i ever slip, i'll be banned 'cause i'm your garbageman. well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'. do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'? do you understand? i'm your garbageman. yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway. now get outta your mind and get outta my way. now do you understand? do you understand? louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? i'm a garbageman. aw, jump on and ride... yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps. one half hillbilly and one half punk. big long legs and one big mouth. the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south. do you understand? do you understand? woo, i can't lose with the stuff i use, and you don't choose no substitutes. so stick out your can 'cause i'm your garbageman. louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? do you understand? all right, hop off.
 
She ain't lonely now
See her shuffle across the floor
Yeah, she's happier now
See her smile and say "come on"

Let's dance all night
Let's dance all night
Dance all night
Yeah, I think she'll be alright

I ain't lonely now
Yeah, I got someone I love
Someone I think about
Someone for me to take care of

Dance all night
Dance all night
Dance all night
Yeah, I think we'll be alright

She ain't lonely now
See her shuffle across the floor
Yeah, she's happier now
See her smile and say "come on"

Let's dance all night
Let's dance all night
Dance all night
 
Away beyond the blue
Away beyond the blue
One star belongs to you
One star belongs to you

And every breath I take
And every breath I take
I'm closer to that place
I'm closer to that place

Yeah baby, I'm gonna meet you there
On the outskirts of the sky
Yeah baby, I'm gonna meet you there
And we will fly

Away beyond the blue
Away beyond the blue
One star belongs to you

This life is but a dream
This life is but a dream
Go gently down the stream
Go gently down the stream


:)
 
soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
jerry lee lewis was the devil
jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
all of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
so there was only one thing that I could do
was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long

ding dang a dong bong bing bong
ticky ticky thought of a gun
everytime I try to do it all now baby
am I on the run
why why why why why baby
if it's so evil then?
give me my time, with all my power
give it to me all again (wow)
ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong
every where I go

everytime you tell me baby
when I settle down
got to get me a trailer park
and hold my world around
why why why why?

ding ding donga dong dong ding dong
dingy dingy son of a gun
half my time I tell you baby
never am I all for sure
why why why why why baby
sicky sicky from within
everytime I stick my finger on in ya
you're a wild wild little town bitch
now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
dingy a dingy dong a down

everytime you tell me baby
when I settle down
got to get me a trailer park
and hold my world around
why why why why?

in my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
a sticky sticky son of a gun
ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
why why never know
why why wack a dong a dang ding dong
then you take it on the bill
ding dang dong don't dong
whoa!

I wanna love ya!

why why why, why why darling
do you do you tell me to play?
half the time I talk about it all now baby
you know what I'm talkin' about I said
why why why it'll
ticky ticky ticky ticky
son of a gun
ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong
ticky ticky thought of a gun

bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong

bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong
bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong

ding dang a dang bong bing bong
ticky ticky thought of a gun
everytime I try to do it all now baby
am I on the run
why why why
it'll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky
dawn of a gun
bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a
ticky ticky thought of a gun
bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam
ticky ticky through the day

if you got a doubt 'bout baby
the memory is on the bed
why why why why why
darlin' uh it don't know
when my time is on
might tell me never do it on his own
if my time was all as is yours
make me burn a wish
when my time with you is brutish
no I'll never not ever

why why why why why why baby heavy hell
alone and it's here it's this thunder
the thunder oh thunder

jesus built my car
it's a love affair
mainly jesus and my hot rod

yeah, fuck it!
 
I've been a desperate man
I've been sheltered by a lonely dream
But there's a stranger here
Looking back above the bathroom sink
Every night I throw you out
Leave you stranded on the boulevard
You love it how I use you up
How I used you like I used 'em all
Well the band's singing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone.

If I could have a simple love
How would it feel and what would it mean?
I'd only trade you in
For a Mary Magdalene
Oh, it wouldn't make me a saint
Yeah it wouldn't make me a king
But then I wouldn't have to wait
Wait around for the real thing
Well the band's singing hallelujah

Well the band's singing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone.
 
Hey Mr. Jim I can see the shape you’re in
Finger on your eyebrow
And left hand on your hip
Thinking that you’re such a lady killer
Think you’re so slick!
Alright

Brother Johnny, he caught a plane and he got on it
Now he’s a razor in the wind
And he got a pistol in his pocket
They say the man is crazy on the West Coast
Lord there ain’t no doubt about it!
Well allright

Sister Sue tell me baby what are we gonna do
She said take two candles,
And then you burn them out
Make a paper boat,light it and.... send it out
send it out now..

Spanish Stroll
Spanish Stroll
Spanish Stroll

Hey Rosita! Donde vas con mi carro Rosita?
tu sabes que te quiero
pero ti me quitas todo
ya te robasta mi television y mi radio
y ahora quiere llevarse mi carro
no me haga asi, rosita
ven aqui
ehi, estese aqui al lado rosita
Spanish Stroll

Mira aqui!

Hey Johny! Yeah, tenth street Johny
We’ve been looking for you man
Everybody told me you had moved uptown
Hey! you wanna go for a ride
I’m going uptown myself
For what?

Yeah, ain’t it right?
Yeah, one time for Tito Puente, one time
Are you ready?
Yeah, of course we cannot leave out, Mr Ray Baretto
Are you ready?Are you ready?Are you ready?


such a :cool: tune.
 
I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun
But I dont need to fly
Im gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
And find a distant man a-waving his spoon

supernaut

Ive crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the crossing near a golden rainbows end
Ive been through magic and through lifes reality
Ive lived a thousand years and it never bothered me

supernaut

Got no religion, dont need no friends
Got all I want and I dont need to pretend
Dont try to reach me, cause Id tear up your mind
Ive seen the future and Ive left it behind

supernaut
 
The The - Armageddon Days are here (again) - 1989

They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East toward the West
with Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!

But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack
You'll watch the ships out of harbour
and the bodies come floating back

If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in Israel or Rome
God belong to the yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to Allah to burn
No, God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown

The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
Armageddon days are here again
 
Well nighttime let her through
Yeah I'm talking to you
Wanna see her

Precious little thing
With eyes that dance around
Without their clothes

So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel

Cause I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest

And I'm further North than South
If I could shut my mouth
She'd probably like this

So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel

Well the children laugh and sing a song
That ushers in her driving rain

And I'm standing in the station
Like some old record waiting on a train

So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel

Be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel
 
A Labour Day fave:

Looking for the working man's cafe
In the shopping centre of the town
Looking for somewhere to fit in
In among the retail outlets

Bought a pair of new designer pants
Where the fruit and veg man used to stand
I always used to see him there
Selling old apples and pears

Chatting up the pretty girls
With knocked off goods in the van

Don't you know he was a working man
Long ago he was a working man
And we sat in the working man's cafe
The working man's cafe

Everything around me seems unreal
Everywhere I go it looks and feels like America
We've really come a long way down this road
Improving our surroundings as we go
Changing our roots and culture
But don't you know

Long ago there was a working man
Don't you know we were all working men
And we'd sit and pass the time of day
At the working man's cafe

I thought I knew you then but will I know you now?
There's gotta be a place for us to meet
I'll call you when I've found it
I only hope that life has made us a little more grounded
Hey man, I see you now.

Oh oh, we were all working men
And here we are at the working man's cafe

It's really good to see us come so far
But haven't we forgotten who we are
Taking out a larger loan
Equity relief and mortgages

We all seem to pass the time of day
Online at the internet cafe
And if you forget my face
In case you've forgotten just who I am
I'm the kid with the greasy spoon
Firmly held in my hand

Don't you know I was a working man
Long ago we were all working men
And we sat and spent the time of day
At the working man's cafe
Yeah, at the working man's cafe
 
I'm a vampire, babe,
suckin' blood
from the earth
I'm a vampire, baby,
suckin' blood
from the earth.
Well, I'm a vampire, babe,
sell you
twenty barrels worth.

I'm a black bat, babe,
bangin' on
your window pane
I'm a black bat, baby,
bangin' on
your window pane.
Well, I'm a
black bat, babe,
I need my high octane.

Good times are comin',
I hear it everywhere I go
Good times are comin',
I hear it everywhere I go.
Good times are comin',
but they sure comin' slow.

I'm a vampire, babe,
suckin' blood
from the earth
I'm a vampire, baby,
suckin' blood
from the earth.
Well, I'm a vampire, babe,
sell you
twenty barrels worth.

Good times are comin'.
 
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away,
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.
All my pictures are fallin' from the wall where I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.

I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day,
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.
Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away.
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.

I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone,
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.
Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.

Get out of town, think I'll get out of town,
Get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks with my bus and friends,
I follow the road, though I don't know where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
'Cause the world is turnin', I don't want to see it turn away.
 
Hair blowing in the hot wind,
Time hanging from a clothespin
There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal

I smell the leather of your new car
Drive through the desert after nightfall
Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves


The kind of love that makes my back hurt
Wearing nothing but a t-shirt

She's turning over on a mattress made of air
I close my eyes I see a staircase

Leading upwards into blank space
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear


So I remain between her legs
Sheltered from all my fears
While bikers glide by highway shrines
Where pilgrims disappear


I know that trouble's been your good friend
Kept you company on the weekends

Kept you company even once your mind was made
Said it's over and it's finished

Now a headache is all you're left with
We're no different I got debts I'd like to pay



We should move to Sausalito
Living's easy on a house boat
Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep


In the morning with the sunrise
Look in the water see the blue sky
As if heaven has been laid there at our feet


So we remain between these waves
Sheltered for all our years

While bikers glide by highway shrines
Where pilgrims disappear

Where time takes icebergs
Where fields burn westward

Where pilgrims disappear
 
The distant echo
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
The ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this mornings paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change - and pull out the queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
Hey boy they shout - have you got any money?
And I said - I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
Shell be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was Jesus saves painted by an atheist nutter
And a British rail poster read have an awayday - a cheap holiday -
Do it today!
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
cause they took the keys - and shell think its me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
 
blue gene baby

skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
the beauties were breif
shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
and a black hankercheif?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart

sweet gene vincent
young and old and gone
sweet gene vincent

who, who, who slapped john?

white face, black shirt
white socks, black shoes
black hair, white strat
bled white, died black

sweet gene vincent
let the blue roll tonight
at the sock hop ball in the union hall
where the bop is there delight

here come duck-tailed Danny dragging Uncanny Annie
she's tehone with the flying feet
you can break the peace daddy sickle grease
the beat is reet complete
and you jump back honey in the dungerees
tight sweater and a ponny tail
will you guess her age when she comes back stage?
the hoodlems bite thier nails

black gloves, white frost
black crepe, white lead
white sheet, black knight
jet black, dead white

sweet gene vincent
there's one in every town
and the devil drives 'till the hurse arrives
and you lay that pistol down

sweet gene vincent
there's nowhere left to hide
with lazy skin and ash-tray eyes
a perforated pride

so farewell mademoiselle, knicker-bocker hotel
farewell to money owed
but when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
you got to get back on the road
 
go write a message in the sand
of what you want to say to me
ice-cream won't be long
now that I'm here with you

the glistening sea runs through your hands
as you float upon the sparkling sands
the setting sun shines on your hair
I'm walking on the salty air
you are...the prettiest thing
on saltcoats beach

you are...the prettiest thing
on saltcoats beach
hand in hand
we stare across the oceans waves
promise me
we'll do this again some day

the glistening sea runs through your hands
as you float upon the sparkling sands
the setting sun shines on your hair
i'm walking on the salty air
you are...the prettiest thing
on saltcoats beach
yeah you are...
 
Leave them behind, those clouds of trouble
We have to find a world that's new
Buy a new dress and go out dancing
Do all the things you wanna do
For heaven's sake, you have to break away
Unchain yourself, from the mood of today

We don't need aggression
We don't need recession

Just give us some money
Our life could be sunny too

We don't need regression
Nor means of repression
Our life could be sunny too ,ooh

Our lives should be so full of laughter
With endless joy to follow after
Summer comes to girls and boys
Never too late, but to enjoy, to enjoy

Oh come on down from your ivory tower
Unlock the doors and give us flowers
We've wored for you now for too long
We've done what's right, you've done us wrong
For heaven's sake, we got to break away
Unchain yourself, from the mood of today

We don't need regression
Make your impression

Oooh, world is waiting
We need to go out dancing
Oooh, world is waiting
We need a new t.v
Oooh, world is waiting
We don't need fear and fighting
Oooh, world is waiting
We don't need history

She should buy us all a drink
She should buy us all a drink
She should stop the pain, stop the pain
She should buy us all a drink

Yeah

We don't need recession
Nor means of repression

Just give us some money
Our life could be sunny too

Just give us some money
Our life could be sunny too, ooh

She should stop and think, stop and think, oooh

We don't need regression
Nor means of repression

Just give us some money
Our lives could be sunny too, ooh
 
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