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1. |
| 3:52 | ||||
Ch: 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what have we done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what is this evil that we've done Is it that we wanted more than you gave Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave Humility - is that what you want Why did you make us then the way you did Yes we have pride - is this our sin? Is it the times that we've been out fighting Well I'll tell you all those times - we never really hurt anybody Or is it that we were eating While other people were starving Is this our crime? Is it the times we laughed about it all Through all those whisky nights so far away Yes we betrayed you - is this our crime? |
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2. |
| 3:10 | ||||
This is our town, this is Friday night Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best Piercing eyes looking for something Anything, anyone . . . Stare across the floor as they begin to dance Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps And we laugh and we drink in our corner again We're better than them . . . Divided we were born, divided we live Divided we fall, divided we die Still we tell ourselves over and over again We're better than them . . . Ch: With our hunger and our hatred We all walk this town With our fear and our weakness Just holding on With our doubt and our emptiness And this cold, cold frown We've got to be so important We'll put the whole damn world down And we build the walls that we can hide behind And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride Here in this town where the jealousies burn We're watching you . . . And truth is only what we need it to be To bring us survival through each and every day When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home Just be cool . . . And what was she wearing and what did he say Who goes with who and what did they do? We tell ourselves over and over again We're better than them . . . |
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3. |
| 3:26 | ||||
The office lines are busy and the girls are working hard
Tonight they'll be out clubbing with their boyfriends busy wishing they were Gentlemen please take your seats, there's champagne in the boardroom Let's drink a toast to prosperity, tell the waiting pressmen that No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all Remember locking all the doors before you went to bed Then waking with those racing dreams ringing round your head The future's full of shining cars on shining tarmac roads Cutting through the wasted years and all the old abandoned tracks and No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all So keep that smile on your face, have a drink to help you sleep at night They got what they desired - We're passive in their brave new world We are not young and beautiful, we are not rich and bold And we are not your people who bought the dreams you sold And we hate your smiling faces and we hate what you have done We hate your patronising and we hate your cold blue eyes And we all feel this raging and we all feel the same This crazy blinding fury that we cannot explain And we all see reflections in our lover's eyes We live with so few troubles but with so many, many lies and No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all |
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4. |
| 2:35 | ||||
Look out of your windows, watch the skies
Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun We're the 51st state of America Our star-spangled Union Jack flutters so proud Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd Tip your hat to the Yankee conqueror We've got no reds under the bed with guns under our pillows We're the 51st state of America Here in the land of opportunity, watch us revel in our liberty You can say what you like but it doesn't change anything Because the corridors of power are an ocean away We're the 51st state of America |
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5. |
| 3:04 | ||||
We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From all those old time movies Rolling down the hill With laughing hearts In Poison Street they guard the gates With bitter, bitter tongues In Poison Street we'll laugh out loud Till the shadows go melt away And I love you now Like I love you always ever Kissing in the dark Like a couple of kids You gave me live You gave me light and thunder Like a blind man sees For the very first time In Poison Street we'll go crashing through the walls that history made for us In Poison Street we'll spring the traps And race away Ch: So just a kick For this dark damned city of ours And a kiss Yeah a kiss for you And just a drink A toast to the days to come Now Poison Street won't break us any more We were singing in the rain Like we wrote that song There's a light in the sky From the streetlights all around You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a man makes fire For the very first time In Poison Street . . . |
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6. |
| 4:17 | ||||
Well we know what makes the flowers grow But we don't know why And we all have the knowledge of DNA But we still die We perch so thin and fragile here Upon the land And the earth that moves beneath us We don't understand So we rush towards the judgment day When She reclaims A toast to the Luddite martyrs then Who died in vain Down at the lab they're working still Finishing off How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough is enough is enough? Ch: Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone You and I we made no suicide pact We didn't want to die But we watch the wall, little darling While the chemical trucks go by This desperate initiation now Of innocence Those last few days at Jonestown Ain't got nothing on this Ch Now beneath the fitted carpets Beyond the padded cells Within these crimes of passion The naked truth She dwells And this fury's just a part And this thunder's just a part Desire is just a part The cracking ice, the splitting rock Ch Hey, hey to the suicide day The blind man blunders on Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone As children learn about the world We built that wall of sand Along the beach we laboured hard With our brave hands We worked until the sun went down Beneath the waves And the tide came rolling splashing in Washed the wall away How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough? |
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7. |
| 3:29 | ||||
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done
But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes And I think we know the truth, both you and I Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl And ask me why it's such a cruel, cruel world, no Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well you can kill with the best of them but your smile remains so sweet When someone comes to eat me alive, I like to see their teeth If you really want I can name the names Be an angel of death at the children's games, so Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to - I know that you do There comes a time in your life you've got to grow up fast And I think that your time is coming now here at last It's not a crime to be innocent , these things we have not done But you cannot run forever, spring is past and gone Waiting in line at the fortune teller Waiting to hear some more pretty lies, he says Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to |
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8. |
| 4:20 | ||||
We follow the taillights out of the city Moving in a river of red As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset We roll for the darkness ahead Ch: We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again Nighttime City Beat the radio is calling The lost and lonely in vain Out here we are running for the wide open spaces The roadsmell after the rain Ch And watching as a boy alone at the keyside The ships loading cargo in the night Their names all calling to faraway places The years go past, the miles go by And still this childhood romance will not die |
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9. |
| 4:56 | ||||
The time I think most clearly The time I drift away Is on the busride that meanders Up these valleys of green and grey I get to think about what might have been And what may yet come true And I get to pass a rainy mile Thinking of you And all the while, all the while I still hear that call To the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all Nothing changes here very much I guess you'd say it never will The pubs are all full on Friday nights And things get started still We spent hours last week with Billy boy Bleeding, yeah queueing in casualty Staring at those posters we used to laugh at Never never land, palm trees by the sea Well there was no need for those guys To hurt him so bad When all they had to do Was knock him down But noone asks to many questions like that Since you left this town Ch: And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of green and the grey You used to talk about winners and losers All the time - as if that was all there was As if we were not of the same blood family As if we live by different laws Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills Than you owe to your good self Is it true that the world has always got to be something that always seems to happen - somewhere else For God's sake don't you realise That I still hear that call Do you think you're so brave Just to go running To that which beckons to us all Ch No, not for one second Did you look behind you As you were walking away Never once did you wish any of us well Those who had chosen to stay And if that's what it takes to make it In the place that you live today Then I guess you'll never read these letters that I send From the valleys of the green and the grey |
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10. |
| 3:18 | ||||
Get up early every morning Just to put your make up on The wardrobe's full of useless clothes Your winter coats are gone The jackal pack is feeding The motorway sweeps down The council tries to bribe the rich Just to stay in town Ch: Get me out Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap Get me out of my brain Ysidro down to Melbourne The pressure starts to build The bullets fly at random When you least expect they will Everybody feels guilty So anyone can pay I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day Ch So here come the nineties The temperature is rising I cannot seem to loose the stains When I wash my hands One world is rising, One world is dying And one has got it's precious head Buried in the sand Ch |
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11. |
| 3:55 | ||||
The rains move in eastwards In waves of succession Drawing lines of grey across the sky With history just as close As a hand on the shoulder In hunger and impatience we cry The battle against corruption Rages in each corner There must be something better, something pure And the call it is answered From the caves to the cities Come the dealers of Salvation on Earth We've seen the restless children At the head of the columns Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth Nothing is as cruel as the Righteousness of innocents With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth Ch: Revolution for ever Succession of the seasons Within the blood of Nature All raised to rot and die This purity is a lie Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories How this vanity goes on Or in the message of the preacher With his morals and obsessions The wars that we wage upon ourselves Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all So forgive yourself my friend All this will soon be over What happened here tonight is nothing at all Ch I will always see Brendan At that broken down piano His fingers thick and red shaking on the keys Battered by the years Of alcohol and working Still playing with the faith that never leaves So sit us down, buy us a drink Tell us a good story Sing us a song we know to be true I don't give a damn That I never will be worthy Fear is the only enemy that I still know |
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12. |
| 3:41 | ||||
Well you walk the thinnest of the ice So easy to hurt We drove through the dark in the pouring rain And barely said a word So dress your wounds as best you can And close your tired eyes Try to climb away from here Towards the empty skies And I'll meet you there High above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death As Moses stands and turns his gaze Away from the feuding tribes Walks towards the mountains And through the rocks he climbs God he orders Moses Bring the people to my will 'Leave me be' cries Moses Keeps on walking up the hill And I'll meet you there High above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death And should the Devil come And should he say - 'All of this will I give to you, if you Just bow down and worship me' I'm on my knees . . "The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing disappear. There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected to Earth. You have an almost dispassionate platform - remote, Olympian and yet so moving that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are to those rough patterns shifting steadily below" (quotation from Thomas Stafford, astronaut) |
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13. |
| 5:17 | ||||
In the white washed cancer ward, with my hot blood running wild
I see the pain behind your eyes and the search for reason And the knowing and the fear of the passing season Now please give me strength to cut and to keep our secret Please give me strange to cut That the things we love may remain here still There is time to waste and there's a time to kill I see your outstretched hand through the closing door But it's a far better thing I do than I have done before And so it seems that murder's not so hard I've eaten flesh and blood each day And if I believe the things I write through the passing season Then with a rifle in my hand and with a thousand reasons I'll wait, far above the crowd in the summer sunshine And history changes now, forever That the things we love may remain here still There is time to waste and there's a time to kill From this barren land come the seeds of war So it's a far better thing I do than I have done before Yeah it's a far better thing I do than I have done before So that the things we love may remain here still There is time to waste and there's a time to kill I see your outstretched hand through the closing door But it's a far better thing I do than I have done before So it's a far better thing I do than I have done before Yeah it's a far better thing I do than I have done before |
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14. |
| 4:21 | ||||
We're out here on the borders with our favorite few possessions
Trading stories whispered round the fire As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files Waiting in the camps behind the wire Kick the door until it opens, what you have you cannot hold We are young, forever hungry, you are fat and growing old And every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall We picked the leaves of coca, we stack the crates of cola We wait upon the tables where you dine And we learn from you not to accept the little that we're given To take the piece of silver where we can and clutching at these papers in another office line We're staring from the darkness up at windows filled with light And every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall In my town we used to pray to idols sent from far away From out beyond the dusty days, we heard your voices call And in your town the streets are cleaned The order stands, the sirens scream You talk of peace, vacation dreams and reinforce the wall Now in your queues at immigration, in the border zone We are your bastard children, yeah, all coming home And still day you try, you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall And your money cannot stop us And your theory cannot stop us No you will never stop us with your higher wall Your higher wall, your higher wall Your higher wall |