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(Right..)
Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade Boozy losers cruising maybe trawling for some rough trade Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the City of the Dead Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? Too many memories are waiting in your bed Sat'day night in the City of the Dead Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw Rap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect Tottenham Court Road litter skitters in the wind The city's pretty dead but the nights are still alive Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the city of the dead Sat'day night |
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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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Streets I knew were raining, changing
Addresses were rearranging The cold boy from the suburbs he left there He'd read the book of no return And me, I burnt your picture For the ashes of the lords For you had played your games too well As the martyr and the boss: I suppose I chose a good introduction From a formerly trusted friend A good introduction to life at rainbow's end Life at rainbow's end Life at rainbow's end Here I am a millionaire Sown into these dreams I burnt all the maps that lead here So no-one can ever follow me Only lonely parties start At the dark side of this world The gangster with the broken (?) arm Plays deaf cards for the girls I saw the final vicar make confession to a dancer He stood upon the bridge at dawn And the dancer kissed my cancer |
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| 3. |
| 4:16 |
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Enter me gently
I break in the light Cover my eyes With the rags of my life Was I dreaming? Or did you say The frontiers are falling It's time to be slipping away Let's slip away Let's slip away All things fall from me The bonds and the veils All things blow by me My sorrows have sails Was I dreaming? Or did you say The empires are fading It's time to be slipping away Let's slip away Let's slip away What am I to do? Don't leave me What is there to say? I really... We're just wasting time Let the night takes its place Colour my eyes With the dusk of this wonderful day Let's slip away Let's slip away Letters from lovers Are lining my grave Some came too early And some came too late Were you speaking? Or did I say The frontiers have fallen It's time to be slipping away As you call me My hands they fall open My mouth it is frozen The stumbles is I'm falling slowmotion Dissolve |
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| 4. |
| 7:26 |
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I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets I slumbered in my shell In mitternacht, die mensch-maschine Kissed me on my eyes I rose and left the fire-ladies Glowing lonely in the night With all the pornographers Burning torches beneath the sea: I want to be a machine I want to be a machine I want to be a machine I want to be a machine I stole a cathode face from newscasts And a crumbling fugue of songs From the reservoir of video souls In the lakes beneath my tongue In flesh of ash and silent movies I walked at boulevards again A nebula of unfinished creatures From the lifetimes of my friends I hope your innocence has depraved me Broadcast me, scrambled clean Or free me from this flesh Let the armchair cannibals take their fill In every cell across wilderness We'll trip such a strangled tango We'll waltz a wonderland affair Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow Leave all emotion dying there In the star cold beyond all of your dreams Ah! |
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| 3:17 |
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I took a walk down New York avenue
Wearing my latest disguise Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay I was effectively anaesthetised Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale clothes Evangeline hires out my throat We've got the streets of London wrapped in our beds Nagasaki in our own coats We're the wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, go on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant With the foxy adolescent Tired of being put down Broken-hearted my life started Tired of being cut down All your illusions disillusioned Wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, go on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant With the foxy adolescent We'll do some music plays the wrong side of nightmare Juke-box models collide The scent on the fire escaping blazing to the sun Embracing the old suicide pride I spent a few lifetimes making spinal connections Down on Einstein Boulevard I've to to walk a tightrope now the rampart is so high I swagger like a neon guitar With the wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, go on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant With the foxy adolescent Wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, go on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant With the foxy adolescent |
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| 4:17 |
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: Dangerous rhythm Dangerous rhythm Dangerous rhythm in the air Stranger to stranger We're both dressed for danger Something is generating here Oh, take off your halo For the all-night inferno Something is happening in the air It's not like anything I've ever known before And I don't care Surging and merging Urgent and urging Soft as a footstep on the stair The red light is on now My gravity's gone and how I can feel something in the air It's not like anything I've ever known before And I don't care ( twice and fade) |
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| 3:46 |
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Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter I'm a lonely hunter, a hungry ghost When you call a passion you must pay the host Look upon me as I thunder, I wonder if you wonder How it feels to be the lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter The wind blows clouds across my cheek My collar's up and my coat is sleek Look upon me as I blunder, I wonder if you wonder How it feels to be the lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter Lonely hunter |
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| 5:53 | 
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| 3:03 |
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My sex
Waits for me Like a mongrel waits Downwind on a tight rope leash My sex Is a fragile acrobat Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot Sometimes I'm an automat My sex Is often solo Sometimes it short circuits then Sometimes it's a golden glow My sex Is invested in Suburban photographs Skyscraper shadows on a carcrash overpass My sex Is savage, tender It wears no future faces Owns just random gender My sex Has a wanting wardrobe I still explore Of all the bodies I knew and those I want to know My sex Is a spark of electro flesh Leased from the tick of time And geared for synchromesh My sex Is an image lost in faded films A neon outline On a high-rise overspill My sex ( and fade) |
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