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Based on the desire for total mobility and the serious physical pursuit of religious freedom, the auto drove mankind further than the wheel and - in remote areas even today - is forbidden as a device too suspect for human conveyance. This articulate conception has only brought us all more of the same - thoughtlessly locked into phase two gridlock, keyed up, on it's rims and abandoned on the expressway.
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| 2. |
| 4:10 |
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Your old lover's lying in the gutter
He used to be such an all night strutter "Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter, "Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter." It's so hard to say no when the deck is stacked to only go slow It's easy sweet to live it up An easy street when you've had enough Darkened night, splashing light, soft and white and so polite Let him in, beneath the rim, beneath the skin, your next of kin Cleansing fire, funeral pyre, broken wire grown inside her Secret hush, swollen rush, it's soft and plush It's so plush You know it's so passe to sleep without you every day So easy to do your stuff, so easy to live it up |
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| 3. |
| 2:58 |
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As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
Is that really your reflection in there? I just wanna jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time! Oh, alright. Hit it boys! My initials sprayed across a pavement cut into your private interview. Talk to me now. Step into my room, we'll have a word or two. If I ever had a million dollars and if I didn't give it all to you would you lose interest? Show me indifference? Foot in another shoe? Not very high heels. Not wearing sneakers too. A magazine ad, a printed canvas, a basic new shade blue suede shoe. Thought I'd like to have a little party. Thought I'd like to have a little do. Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment, honey, here's looking at you! I'll stop my drinking (give you my promise true), clean out the closet, be existential, and cast a vote for the president too. But for the action of the moment, nothing does what it ought to do. Instant depression, I learned my lesson, nothing that I'd rather do. Come on over my place. Can't see him sideways. Honey, here's looking at you. |
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| 4. |
| 4:44 |
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The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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| 5. |
| 3:36 |
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Afterglow in a distant row
The door is open and the lights are cold The children come in here and they dare the ghost Like a fire burning in a stone Silent light in the theater's sky Phantom cigarette and a silent cry The door swings open and it's cold outside Run and hide run and hide They can still see him singing on the corner Singing songs that never fade away Fade into the kids that come along Memory in a silent seat Melody on a long retreat Like an angel on a balcony Like an angel on a balcony |
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| 6. |
| 2:40 |
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She knew it about Route Three.
Oh, she blew it, you know she coulda told me. He can't say no, he can't ask why. Go through it, highway bride. He delivers, he's a roadsider. He gets no road from a back seat driver. Away we go, yes or no? I love you honey, gimme a beer. But just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me. And I've got no defense, but it makes no difference. 'Cause just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me. She does it easy, like a C.B. He's hard to hold on the rolling road. He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock. Ten miles to go, oh, radio. She knew it, now so does he. Well, I love you honey, gimme a beer. Ooh, go through it, come sit right here. |
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| 3:53 |
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There you are, giving candy.
Making confidence with an easy eye. Easy words... oh, what a dancer. Dance you right into the corner in the fire. Do the dark apostle. Do the sidewalk hustle. Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire. Walk on glass with the master. There's no question he can't answer with his eyes. What a stage, oh what a dancer. Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes. When you break the rules and you burn your bridges, And your fingers itch and they're getting wet when you look at her. Do the dark apostle. Do the sidewalk hustle. Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire. Walk on glass, walk on fire. |
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| 8. |
| 6:33 |
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Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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| 9. |
| 3:51 |
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Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition.
His space is at the Palace. He sleeps for twenty five cents. Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag. It ain't nine to five. Down and dirty, he's an old tramp. He poses like a dead man. The night train passes by. Money's not the answer for princes and dancers. He's standing under street lights. He's thinking of his old life. He lost his pretty young wife. The corner is his big plan. His brunch with Jim and jitters. Boston blue laws ain't for shitters. And newsprint is for cheaters. Cement mattress for believers. Now he's shooting power curves. His buddies think he's got some nerve. Missus Face had other lovers. Her arms smothered other numbers. He freezes. Christmas season, all Saints protect him. His face is cracked for reason beyond recognition. |
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| 10. |
| 3:58 |
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Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, T-birds. You show, you show, whiplash go. You show, you show, T-birds. (Hit them high, hit them low) Mighty bird. (Now must fly, and I must go) T-bird, my mighty bird. On the dot in the slot, tie the knot. On the dot timed kisses. In the slot on the dot, tie the knot. In the slot, no misses. (Hits on high, hits on low) Mighty bird. (Now must fly, and I must go) T-bird, my mighty bird. T-bird, mighty bird. Black sun conquerer! Spoken: Two thousand years ago, a great race of golden [headed? hidden?] warriors lived in Central and South America. They had many Gods. The Mixtec and the Toltecs, and the Mayans. [unintelligible] [Nahaun? Huajuapan? (means 'Place of the Brave People')] [following in spanish or indigenous? probable list of pre-Columbian peoples, cities and famous temple sites] [unintelligible] [unintelligible] [unintelligible] ... Mazatlan. [unintelligible] Black sun worshipper! Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot! Coil it up plumed serpent. Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot! Coil it up, my T-bird. Serpent curl. T-bird, ruler of the world. T-bird, mighty bird. Black sun born again. Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird. |
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| 3:46 |
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We don't wear that uniform;
paper men from pages torn right off the press (it could be Tass): suits for the regime. The media's gone and had a baby. Seventh wave, another navy. I live in America: gridlock on the street. Tell that girl you like her badge. Tell that man you're the Nazz. Tell them you're not the last walking in parade. Dressed to test you up the road. Tighter than the latest clothes. Close the circle, walk in row, walking in parade. Why don't you walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? Carrying the standard stick and marrying the politik. You won't know tomorrow what went down today. Look at me; I'm in tune: references around my room. Just another secret school, another cycle going by. You never looked like that. Don't look like me. Don't take it back. You never had a name like that, never had a color. Walking like a millionaire. walking on imported air. Change the way you comb your hair and watch what you walk under. Why don't you walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? |
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| 3:00 |
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Far from day, far from night, out of time, out of sight, in between earth and sea, we shall fly.
Follow me. Dry the rain, warm the snow where winds never go. Follow me. Follow me to a cave by a sapphire shore where we'll walk through an emerald door, and for thousands of breathless "evermore"s my life you will be. Only you. Only I. World farewell. World goodbye. To our home 'neath the sea we shall fly. Follow me. |
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| 13. |
| 8:04 |
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Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car Colour me your colour, darling I know who you are Come up off your colour chart I know where you're coming from Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me my love you can call me any day or night Call me Cover me with kisses, baby Cover me with love Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough Emotions come I don't know why Cover up love's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me oh my love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me Ooh, he speaks the languages of love Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway Call me my life Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Take me out and show me off Put me on the scene Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties You're the man no in between I know what you words can mean Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Call me in my life Call me call me in a sweet design Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime. |
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| 4:10 | 
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| 15. |
| 10:00 |
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Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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