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John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustics and recording studio environments.
John Storyk and Romina Larregina of Walters Storyk Design Group (WSDG) discuss Berklee College of Music´s new studio design and construction project at their...
WSDG Project Review as shown on Booth Plasma Screen at Musikmesse Frankfurt, April 2010. Sorry, this file has no audio.
We talk with world famous studio architect/designer John Storyk. He's been apart of thousands of studio designs/installs around the world and was nice enough...
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustic and recording studio design.
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General Service Dancers: Maia, Claudine T, Claudine R, Britinay, Davia, Kamika Choreographer: Maia Song: 'Praise You in this Storm' Artist: Casting Crowns
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics and recording studios.
WSDG - Tagebucheintrag Von dem "Undergroundshit & Tiefkühlpizza" Mixtape! prod. By beta.Beats Video & Design by Marcin Glod www.marcinglod.at.
Im Oktober 2013 wurde das Christliche Zentrum Frankfurt 25 Jahre alt. Zur Feier des Tages singt die Gemeindeleitung des CZF's den Song "Wir sind deine Gemein...
Cantata/Christmas 2010 Dancers: Davia, Racquel, Britinay Choreographer: Racquel Song: 'Mary Sweet Mary' Artist: Selah
John Storyk Interview recorded live on 89.1fm WFDU Radio. Episode: The 5th Annual "Code Bleu" Jimi Hendrix B-day Broadcast. All rights reserved to WFDU. http...
Rev. Stephens Farewell Service Dancers: Seniors & Juniors Choreographer: Claudine T Song: 'Prayer of Jabez' Artist: Donald Lawrence.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustics and recording studio environments.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustics and recording studio environments.
John Storyk and Romina Larregina of Walters Storyk Design Group (WSDG) discuss Berklee College of Music´s new studio design and construction project at their...
John Storyk and Romina Larregina of Walters Storyk Design Group (WSDG) discuss Berklee College of Music´s new studio design and construction project at their...
WSDG Project Review as shown on Booth Plasma Screen at Musikmesse Frankfurt, April 2010. Sorry, this file has no audio.
WSDG Project Review as shown on Booth Plasma Screen at Musikmesse Frankfurt, April 2010. Sorry, this file has no audio.
We talk with world famous studio architect/designer John Storyk. He's been apart of thousands of studio designs/installs around the world and was nice enough...
We talk with world famous studio architect/designer John Storyk. He's been apart of thousands of studio designs/installs around the world and was nice enough...
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustic and recording studio design.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustic and recording studio design.
CD erhältlich auf unserer Webseite im Shop
CD erhältlich auf unserer Webseite im Shop
General Service Dancers: Maia, Claudine T, Claudine R, Britinay, Davia, Kamika Choreographer: Maia Song: 'Praise You in this Storm' Artist: Casting Crowns
General Service Dancers: Maia, Claudine T, Claudine R, Britinay, Davia, Kamika Choreographer: Maia Song: 'Praise You in this Storm' Artist: Casting Crowns
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics and recording studios.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics and recording studios.
WSDG - Tagebucheintrag Von dem "Undergroundshit & Tiefkühlpizza" Mixtape! prod. By beta.Beats Video & Design by Marcin Glod www.marcinglod.at.
WSDG - Tagebucheintrag Von dem "Undergroundshit & Tiefkühlpizza" Mixtape! prod. By beta.Beats Video & Design by Marcin Glod www.marcinglod.at.
Im Oktober 2013 wurde das Christliche Zentrum Frankfurt 25 Jahre alt. Zur Feier des Tages singt die Gemeindeleitung des CZF's den Song "Wir sind deine Gemein...
Im Oktober 2013 wurde das Christliche Zentrum Frankfurt 25 Jahre alt. Zur Feier des Tages singt die Gemeindeleitung des CZF's den Song "Wir sind deine Gemein...
Cantata/Christmas 2010 Dancers: Davia, Racquel, Britinay Choreographer: Racquel Song: 'Mary Sweet Mary' Artist: Selah
Cantata/Christmas 2010 Dancers: Davia, Racquel, Britinay Choreographer: Racquel Song: 'Mary Sweet Mary' Artist: Selah
John Storyk Interview recorded live on 89.1fm WFDU Radio. Episode: The 5th Annual "Code Bleu" Jimi Hendrix B-day Broadcast. All rights reserved to WFDU. http...
John Storyk Interview recorded live on 89.1fm WFDU Radio. Episode: The 5th Annual "Code Bleu" Jimi Hendrix B-day Broadcast. All rights reserved to WFDU. http...
Rev. Stephens Farewell Service Dancers: Seniors & Juniors Choreographer: Claudine T Song: 'Prayer of Jabez' Artist: Donald Lawrence.
Rev. Stephens Farewell Service Dancers: Seniors & Juniors Choreographer: Claudine T Song: 'Prayer of Jabez' Artist: Donald Lawrence.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustics and recording studio environments.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustics and recording studio environments.
John Storyk and Romina Larregina of Walters Storyk Design Group (WSDG) discuss Berklee College of Music´s new studio design and construction project at their...
WSDG Project Review as shown on Booth Plasma Screen at Musikmesse Frankfurt, April 2010. Sorry, this file has no audio.
We talk with world famous studio architect/designer John Storyk. He's been apart of thousands of studio designs/installs around the world and was nice enough...
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustic and recording studio design.
CD erhältlich auf unserer Webseite im Shop
General Service Dancers: Maia, Claudine T, Claudine R, Britinay, Davia, Kamika Choreographer: Maia Song: 'Praise You in this Storm' Artist: Casting Crowns
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics and recording studios.
WSDG - Tagebucheintrag Von dem "Undergroundshit & Tiefkühlpizza" Mixtape! prod. By beta.Beats Video & Design by Marcin Glod www.marcinglod.at.
Im Oktober 2013 wurde das Christliche Zentrum Frankfurt 25 Jahre alt. Zur Feier des Tages singt die Gemeindeleitung des CZF's den Song "Wir sind deine Gemein...
Cantata/Christmas 2010 Dancers: Davia, Racquel, Britinay Choreographer: Racquel Song: 'Mary Sweet Mary' Artist: Selah
John Storyk Interview recorded live on 89.1fm WFDU Radio. Episode: The 5th Annual "Code Bleu" Jimi Hendrix B-day Broadcast. All rights reserved to WFDU. http...
Rev. Stephens Farewell Service Dancers: Seniors & Juniors Choreographer: Claudine T Song: 'Prayer of Jabez' Artist: Donald Lawrence.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustics and recording studio environments.
John Storyk and Romina Larregina of Walters Storyk Design Group (WSDG) discuss Berklee College of Music´s new studio design and construction project at their...
WSDG Project Review as shown on Booth Plasma Screen at Musikmesse Frankfurt, April 2010. Sorry, this file has no audio.
We talk with world famous studio architect/designer John Storyk. He's been apart of thousands of studio designs/installs around the world and was nice enough...
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on acoustic and recording studio design.
CD erhältlich auf unserer Webseite im Shop
General Service Dancers: Maia, Claudine T, Claudine R, Britinay, Davia, Kamika Choreographer: Maia Song: 'Praise You in this Storm' Artist: Casting Crowns
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics and recording studios.
WSDG - Tagebucheintrag Von dem "Undergroundshit & Tiefkühlpizza" Mixtape! prod. By beta.Beats Video & Design by Marcin Glod www.marcinglod.at.
Im Oktober 2013 wurde das Christliche Zentrum Frankfurt 25 Jahre alt. Zur Feier des Tages singt die Gemeindeleitung des CZF's den Song "Wir sind deine Gemein...
Cantata/Christmas 2010 Dancers: Davia, Racquel, Britinay Choreographer: Racquel Song: 'Mary Sweet Mary' Artist: Selah
John Storyk Interview recorded live on 89.1fm WFDU Radio. Episode: The 5th Annual "Code Bleu" Jimi Hendrix B-day Broadcast. All rights reserved to WFDU. http...
Rev. Stephens Farewell Service Dancers: Seniors & Juniors Choreographer: Claudine T Song: 'Prayer of Jabez' Artist: Donald Lawrence.
Jogando Transformice
Emancipation 2010 Dancers: Davia, Claudine R, Tamika, Racquel,Britinay, Claudine T, Dayna Choreographer: Claudine T
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics (Part IV)
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University about acoustics and recording studios.
WSDG - Gelbweiss Von dem "Undergroundshit & Tiefkühlpizza" Mixtape! prod. By beta.Beats Video & Design by Marcin Glod www.marcinglod.at.
John Storyk of WSDG lectures Drexel University students on the subject of acoustics (part V)
John Storyk of WSDG lectures students at Drexel University on acoustics. (Part III)
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John Storyk lectures on acoustics to students at Drexel University, Fall 2009 (part 2)
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StreetInsider 2014-08-31Am I asleep
Or am I fast
You every race
You first, you last
Roads girdle the globe
We all safe in your concrete robe
Hail mother motor
Hail piston rotor
Hail wheel
Roads girdle the globe
Am I tied in
Or do I turn
Your sacred incense
You tyre burn
Steer me Anna
Am I get there
When is A, B
Oil, iron, steel
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas
That would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance
No need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust
We, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're spinning pebbles
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas
Made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love
No need to look back through diaries of lost now turned to dust
We, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if we're wheeling sea birds
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance
And how they'll be jealous of both of us
In our yacht dance
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon, upon the tops of the sea
Made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love
Oh, in our yacht dance
He makes a beeline for the place
Where he gets his only ace
Sometimes he's standing in the rain
Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane
He has the Rhythm in his head
He has the Rhythm, sing!
It's chaotic at the bar
B & O those sweaty drops
We are all mesmorized
To the thing we have inside
Inside, outside, eastside, West
We kill the beast
Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait
Whistle will blow, whistle will blow,
Share a joke the laugh's on me
But when I get you on your own we'll see
Someone might hear, someone might hear
You're a working girl now
You've got money of your own
Hmmm The meeting place
Hmmm The meeting place
Strolling under grimey skies
Machines that make you kiss in time
Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath
Chimney never looked so good
Never looked the way it should
From lying in the bracken wood
Coat on the ground, coat on the ground
Take a walk down the lane
We'll be late back again
Hmmm The meeting place
All around the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
The humble and the great,
Even those we think we hate,
Need the loving.
Soldiers of the Queen,
All the hard men that we've seen,
Need the loving.
Babies at the breast,
Those in power and those suppressed,
Need the loving.
Let's face it you just can't hide,
Your first taste'll send you reeling,
Like a firework to which we're tied,
Be prepared to go through your ceiling now.
The loving's coming,
The loving's more than just an ad man's vision.
The loving's strumming,
On your heart strings,
So loud that you can't help but listen.
Sailors on the seas,
Or the clergy on their knees,
Need the loving.
All the rich and poor,
Even those we fight at war,
Need the loving.
That thing that we need most of,
That stuff we should try before we've died.
Everyone is begging to be loved,
With a free gift, a working heart inside.
The loving's coming,
The loving's advertised in all the papers.
The loving's humming,
Your favourite song,
For once it won't annoy the neighbours.
The loving, the loving.
All round the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
Cold-hearted or warm,
Every single person born,
Needs the loving.
Way out there in space,
Think we'll find that alien race,
Needs the loving.
And just to end the list,
Everything that could exist,
Needs the loving.
The loving's coming!
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon from fear
The last balloon is leaving, form that line right here
Climb aboard, climb aboard you menfolk
You won't need any bombs or knives
Climb aboard, climb aboard you menfolk
Leave all that to your former lives
Drop it all
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon of all
The last balloon is leaving, undress, discard, let fall
Climb aboard, climb aboard you women
You won't need any gems or furs
Climb aboard, climb aboard you women
Leave all that to the bad old years
Drop it all
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon they'll fly
The last balloon is leaving and we won't qualify
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
Move aloft, while you're fleet and fast
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
We're weighed down by our evil past
Drop us all, you should drop us all
drop us all and free your hand
drop us all, you should drop us all
drop us all like so much sand
In the car park
In the lamplight
Go for a walk
Clock him shiv-fight
Sodium-a-shine on
All the faces white now
And he got his Docs on
Bottle out all right now
As you might say
Him super-tuff
In the corner
In the cold rain
Sting like iodine
In my brain
Fist you til you fall down
Hit him back make him mad
Really hard. Really fast
Have you ever been had?
('Cos he's having you now)
Super-tuff
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now
You make me go dizzy
I'm weak at the knees
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Well you say I'm faking
And I say don't worry
The way that I bubble
There's something in the make
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Right, the chemistry is right
This boy has reached his height
The feeling just goes on and on...
From strength to strength
I'm ten feet long...
I feel like I'm walking
I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid
get the expert, on mademoiselles
he could diffuse, any bombshell
If I could only be tough like him
then I could win
my own, small, battle of the sexes
Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
make the girl mine, wave the victory sign
I'm invading, territories
Girls are foreign, and strange to me
get the expert, at kissing and stuff
he stays easy, when things get rough
Sometimes relationships don't go as planned
some girls, can make themselves so cold
Ha Ha Ha
Ho Ho Ho
Now you see it
Now you don't
Has no bones
To hurt your throat
Good and sweet
Nice to eat
If you like it
Just repeat
I'll set myself on fire
I'll set myself on fire
I'll set myself on fire
Oh strike my hand
On a stone Joan
God knows this is yuk
Do it all in unison
Ha Ha Ha
Ho Ho Ho
We have the pool
Ah - No that's cruel
Why do you take me for
A fool?
Try the rails
It's just not me
No No No
(Colin Moulding)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
Daddy hit you in a temper,
But he's sorry now,
(Please come home)
Just a quarrel had with mummy,
Just a family row
(Please come home)
You caught mum chasing dad with a knife,
(Don't cry, don't cry)
You ran away to escape from the fights,
(Don't cry, don't cry)
Now you're lost in a maze of neon light,
And she's worried,
He's worried
She's worried, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
Pacing street-lamps on the highway,
Haystack for your bed
(Please come home)
In the morning we will find you,
In papers to be read
(Please come home)
You heard screams from
The warmth of your bed
(Don't cry, don't cry)
You slumbered on without being fed
(Don't cry, don't cry)
Now there's no more tears to be shed,
And she's sorry,
He's sorry,
He's sorry, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
I dunno wot she got
I dunno wot she got
I dunno what she got but it seems to have a grip upon me
No telling where she learn the things she do to me
And I don't know what she done wrong but I want to hurt her
(wanna) take it out on her
Take it out on her
Take it out on her
With my weapon
She's so exacting that she tells me when I go wrong
She doesn't value the attention she receives
She says I'm taking all the time but I'm not returning
(that's right)
'Do this' but she won't do that
Lying beside me like a parcel of fat
Hot love - cold sweat - feel her beneath me wanna crush her to death
She tries to justify the people who despise me
She puts her finger on things she knows will hurt
And I can't defend myself till we turn the lights off then
I dunno wot she got - my weapon
Anytime you rise, I'm here,
And I'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you round the world,
Pink thing it'll be OK.
If I could only wake you from your slumber curled,
Pink thing what would straight folks say?
That man isn't fit to enter heaven.
That man is a sinner,
Ever burning in disgrace.
Pink thing, spit in my face,
I'd love you for it.
Anytime you call, I'll fall,
Into madness for you pink thing.
You make me want to live.
You make me want to die.
And when I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you to the girls,
Pink thing they're a whole new tribe.
If you could only see the way the way the gingham swirls,
Pink thing it's a whole new vibe.
That man isn't fit to be a father.
That man is a sinner,
'Fore they cast me down to die,
Pink thing, spit in my eye,
I'd love you for it.
Yes, I'd love you for it.
Anytime you rise, I'm here,
And I'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high.
I want to introduce you,
Take you to the brink thing.
I want to introduce you,
Tell me what you think thing. I want to introduce you,
Make that missing link thing.
Don't you think it's time you met some female pink thing?
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
So why is it I'm happy when there's tears down in your eye?
Little pink thing.
I'm in the limelight
No time for sun ray
We are the happening
This day is our day
I'm in the limelight ah ah
Big on my block now ah ah
I'm in the limelight ah ah
I'm in the limelight
I'm in love
with myself
Please don't break the spell
Or give to someone else
I am a success
At least for a short while
I make decisions
Higher.
I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state.
But I'm the kitchen boy who'll wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
We're all Jesus, Buddha, and the Wizard of Oz.
I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.
And you know it's true.
That with logic and love we'll be lifting humanity higher.
Higher.
I'm all religious figures rolled into one,
Gaddafy Duck propelled from Jimmy Swaggart's tommy gun.
Don't promise rainbows with some golden pot,
In fact what I can offer I know you've already got.
I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.
And you know it's true.
That with logic and love we'll have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
Higher!
And you know it's true.
We should chase superstition and fear from our hearts,
If we're going to survive and take levels of sanity higher.
Kick it up... Higher.
I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.
And you know it's true.
That with logic and love we'll have power enough,
Living through another Cuba
it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle
while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle
Russia and America are at each other's throats
but don't you cry
just on your knees and pray, and while you're
down there, kiss your arse goodbye
We're the bulldog on the fence
while others play their tennis overhead
it's hardly love all and somebody might
wind up red or dead
pour some oil on the water quick
it doesn't really matter where from
he love me, he loves me not
he's pulling fins from an atom bomb
This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so
if they're not careful your watch won't be the
only thing with a radioactive glow
I'll stick my fingers in my ears
and hope they make it up before too late
if we get through this lot alright
Everybody lives somewhere
Mud hut or igloo
But what I got is the hottest spot
And it's away from you
Everybody says something
Truth lies or both
But dear all your hot air
Don't encourage my growth
Do you wonder why I look so fresh
Do you wonder why I look so tall
Do you wonder why you'll never ever move me
Life is good in the greenhouse
Rather be a plant than be your Mickey Mouse
Life is good in the greenhouse
Everybody eats something
But you won't eat me
You won't get me on your plate
Or have me over for tea
Everybody lives somewhere
Mud hut or igloo
But what I got is the hottest spot
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole them from their freedom to be sold
To turn their skins of black into the skins
Of brightest gold
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stoked the fires of trade with human coals
And made our purses from the flailed skins of
Purest souls
An alchemy, human alchemy
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black the colour icing on our cake
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves
Although we held the whip, you knew we were
The real slaves
To alchemy, human alchemy
(Andy Partridge)
Knuckle down,
Love his skin,
It doesn't matter what colour skin he's locked in,
Knuckle down,
Knuckle down and love that skin.
Knuckle down,
Love his race,
It doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face,
Knuckle down and love that race.
One bright morning the world might end with a big bang,
And you'll never get yourself another chance.
Put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo,
'Bout people being different,
They're not so different.
Take them by the arm and run to the street,
Take a little drum to supply the beat,
Soon the whole world will be up on it's feet and dancing.
For my sake,
Won't you put your knuckles down, boys?
For my sake,
Won't you put you knuckles down?
Love her skin,
It doesn't matter what colour skin she's locked in,
Knuckle down,
Knuckle down and love that skin.
Knuckle down,
Love her race,
It doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face,
Knuckle down and love that race.
One bright morning you just might wake when the coin drops,
Even though you think that love is such a corny thing.
You can burst the bubble full up with trouble,
Says that people always got to be fighting
(not right!)
Take them by the arm and run to the fields,
Blow on your horn until Jericho yields,
Soon the whole world will lay down swords and shield for singing.
For my sake,
Won't you put your knuckles down, boys?
For my sake,
Won't you put you knuckles down?
Knights in shining karma
Tend your flame
And with love for armor
They'll remain
Ever by your bed
Guarding, still sleeping
Shield your soul from this rain
Knights in shining karma will remain
Jealous winter sun...
Cold as vichysoisse
Steals your smile for fuel
They'll ignite with braziers
Of warming stars
Knights in shining karma
Wash your feet
And with spotlesss darma come complete
Ever by your sink drying
Up tea tears
Shield your soul from this heat
Knights in shining karma come complete
Swollen summer moon
Hot as boiling air
Poach your dreams to ash
They'll bring sips from restful slumbers
Cooling keg
Jealous winter sun...
(Andy Partridge)
Chant your spirit free;
Rush to greet truth like a dart
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones.
That's not traffic roar,
That's a leopard in your heart,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones.
Go tell your stale friends,
go tell false prophets,
And drug traffickers,
Not to try to push our bodies any faster
We're dancing with disaster,
And the first will be the last,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,
Any day now,
Any day, now now
Unplug future plans;
Finger-paint the sun on you,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Mend your missing links,
I think trust should be the glue,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Go tell your warboys,
Go tell all leeches,
And blind panickers,
Not to try to push your bodies any faster,
We're dancing with disaster,
And the first will be the last,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,
Any day, now
Any day, now now
Our civilisation car is running wild,
Who did you give the wheel to?
The fat man driving us over the edge of the nearest cliff-face,
Is he the same god that I've seen you kneel to?
Well, would you want me, in your afternoons
If I seduced ya, in your Mills and Boons
Well, I'll be the master if you'll be the mate
But don't you get those headaches
In another life
I'll bring your milk tray, from a parachute
I'll play the Hollywood hunk, you can dye your roots
Or I'll be your Burton if you'll be my Liz
And there might be flying pigs
In another life
That's how we're built, love
Don't let it wilt, love
I'll take your flat feet
Well, if you'll take my habits, it all works out in the end
Ah, but in another life...
I'll be the stranger, in your horoscope
The cheeky builder, calling with his quote
Or maybe a Chippendale, on girls' night out
Make mine the biggest pouch
In another life
That's how we're built, love
Don't let it wilt, love
I'll take your mood swings
Well, if you'll take my hobbies, it all works out in the end
Ah, but in another life...
Well, I'll be your Burton if you'll be my Liz
There might be flying pigs
In another life
And you'd give up the cigs
In another life
And beer tastes good in tins
Test matches we might win
And your mother buys her gin
Clock in my head
Clock on the wall
And the two of them
Don't agree at all
Friday is heaven, Friday is heaven
Day in day out
Day in day out
Wish you were here
On the shop floor
And together we could
Count the dots on the wall
Friday is heaven, Friday is heaven
Day in day out
Day in day out
Friday is heaven
Day in day out
And I may as well wish for the moon in hand
I own this river, I own this town
All of its climbers and its wino's sliding down
But I can't own her and I never will
No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill
Taken with rain
'Til the gutter shines like the swirling sky
Like the swirling sky
I've got all morning, I've got all year
It's down in my pocket with the daylight folded there
But I can't own her and I never will
No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill
Taken with rain
How I'd wash her hair like the swirling sky
Like the swirling sky
And when I say I can't own her
I don't mean to buy her
It's nothing at all to do with money
I simply want her in my arms forever more.
Is that an odd request?
Is that something so funny?
And I may as well wish for the moon in hand
Yes there's more chance of that coming true
But I can't own her and I never will
No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill
So I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her)
And I never will (And she's the one thing that you just can't have)
No I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her)
And that's a bitter pill (And she's the one thing that you just can't have)
Taken with rain
Which I swallow down with the swirling sky
With the swirling sky
But I can't own her
And I may as well wish for the moon in hand
No I can't own her
Yes there's more chance of that coming true
Humble Daisy
Form a chain to hold all battleships in check
Humble Daisy
Knit a ladder down to nature's sunken wreck
Ragged rug unbound
Tangle trip the lovers
Royal barge aground
Brighter than all of the others on the window sill
I'll sing about you if nobody else will
Humble Daisy
Cast the milk and coins of morning's cash about
Humble Daisy
I fell down to heaven as you picked me out
We'll look up together
Browsing through some old sky
Sipping in the weather
You've got me dizzy, the fly that climbed the sugar hill
I'll lay upon you 'till somebody else will
Humble Daisy
Battery brides, ha ha have you ever tried
To break out of your waiting room
And find yourself a waiting groom
Ba ba ba ba battery brides
Ba ba ba ba battery brides
She left school with a million others
And worked in a store part time
She dreams of a husband and a lover
Here comes President Kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President Kill wants killing again.
Hooray, ring out the bells,
King Conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
We've President Kill instead.
Here comes President Kill again.
Broadcasting from his killing den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen,
President Kill wants killing again.
Hooray, hang out the flags,
Queen Caring is dead.
Hooray, we'll stack body bags,
For President Kill instead.
Ain't democracy wonderful?
Them Russians can't win!
Ain't democracy wonderful?
Lets us vote someone like that in.
Here comes President Kill again,
from pure White House to Number 10.
Taking lives with a smoking pen,
President Kill wants killing again.
Hooray, everything's great,
Now President Kill is dead.
Hooray, I'll bet you can't wait,
To vote for President Kill instead...
Tending my fruit, tending my fruit
Ah you've got to have a hobby
A man must have a shed to keep him sane
Spraying my buds, spraying my buds
Got to keep away diseases
I mix the poisons and the wife don't complain
Some people say
That I am out of my tree
Or just a strawberry fool
Someday they'll see
'Til then I'll blow you a raspberry
'Cos apples and pears are me
So I'm tending my fruit
And I don't give a hoot
'Cos it keeps me sane, it keeps me sane
Some people say
That I am out of my tree
Or just a strawberry fool
Someday they'll see
'Til then I'll blow you a raspberry
'Cos apples and pears are me
So I'm tending my fruit, tending my fruit
Ah you've got to have a hobby
A man must have a shed to keep him sane
To keep him sane, to keep him sane, to keep him sane
Oh the wife can't complain
To keep him sane, to keep him sane, yeah keeps him sane
Yeah to keep him sane, to keep him sane, yeah it keeps him sane
(Colin Moulding)
I am the fly on the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.
I just came flying through your door,
You didn't notice that your number had been called.
I see the mother who's beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.
The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.
I am the fly upon the wall,
You're in the index of the files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure.
I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust.
The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.
One is born and one will die, it's all understood
The bit that's in the middle doesn't count
I am the fly on the wall,
My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.
I just came flying through your door,
You didn't notice that your number had been called.
I see the mother who's beating the babe,
I see the money,
The pennies you save,
Stored on computers,
From birth to the grave.
The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all. I am the fly
I am the fly upon the wall,
You're in the index of the files that stand so tall.
Although your health is rather poor,
We have a place for those who cannot find a cure.
I know your income,
Your daily crust,
I know your pleasures,
Your passion,
Your lust,
I know when you're living and I know when you're dust.
The fly on the wall,
He's seeing it all.
I put on a fake smile
And start the evening show
The public is laughing
I guess by now they know
So climb from your high horse
And pull this freak show down
Dear Madam Barnum
I resign as clown
You said I was the master of all I surveyed
But now I'm sweeping up
The last in line in your circus parade
Children are clapping
As I fall to the floor
My heart torn and broken
And they just scream for more
If I'm not the sole fool
Who pulls his trousers down
Then dear Madam Barnum
I resign as clown
You tread the high wire
Between truth and lies
Your safety net just walked out
Much to your surprise
Strike up the band love
And let the show begin
For this is the last time
I'm painting on a grin
If I'm not the sole fool
Who pulls his trousers down
Then dear Madam Barnum
What makes you wander far
Don't know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
I'll go out tonight
Cause it's Buzzcity talking
it's Buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If I'm not back, leave the door ajar
It's Buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when it's
Fast, night goes fast
Bungalow
Bungalow
By the sea
Bungalow
In the sea air
Climbing rose
Time to spare
Luxury accommodation traps the sun
So we're working every hour that God made
So we can fly away
Saving it all up for you bungalow
Bungalow by the sea
Bungalow
Silver shoreline
In the gorse
You can be mine
Standing prime position for the town
Working for a vision through this life
So we can fly away bungalow
Bungalow
Boarded up
Yeah, we're boarded up
Nailed up shut
Yeah, we're boarded up
Music venue has had its day
Death watch beetle band moved in to play
Groups don't come down from London way
Cos we're boarded up
Yeah, we're nailed up shut
Two-by-four-ded up
Yeah, we're boarded up
Touring companies stay away
Rats and mice take the centre stage
Carpenter's mate have a field day
Boarded up
Yeah, we're nailed up shut
[don't mind me at all]
Two-by-four-ded up
Yeah, we're boarded up
Pubs and clubs had the chop
Making way for a superstore plot
Some town planner didn't know when to stop
Boarded up
Come and see us
Boarded up
Don't wait too long, now cos we're
Boarding up
Yeah, boarded up...
My heart is taken it's not lost in space
And I don't want to see your mooney mooney face
I say why on earth do you revolve around me
Aren't you aware of the gravity
Don't need another satellite
I'm happy standing on my feet of clay
I have no wish to swim your milky milky way
I say why on earth do you send your letters 'round here
Only to gum up the atmosphere
Don't need another satellite
So circling we'll orbit another year
Two worlds that won't collide
So circling we'll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Don't need another satellite
Don't need another satellite
Abort your mission let's just say you tried
Before you glimpse I have a darker darker side
I say why in Heaven's name do you come on these trips
Only to freeze in a total eclipse
Don't need another satellite
So circling we'll orbit another year
Two worlds that won't collide
So circling we'll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Don't need another satellite
Don't need another satellite
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
Fine art never moved my soul
No vintage wine designer clothes
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
A different kind of tinsel
Decorates my tree
Yes my bird performs
A thousand Cheshire cats
Grin inside of me
Yes my bird performs
There she goes
Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold
The drama stage and the high brow prose
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
The brightest fireworks
Are lighting up my sky
Yes my bird performs
The cage is open
But she's no desire to fly
'Cause my bird performs
There she goes
And you keep saying what you got
You keep saying what you got
The urge to take you grows more strong
For time had made me wait too long
Each watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
of 25 o'clock, that's when you're going to be mine
25 o'clock, we'll be together 'til the end of time
At 25 o'clock
The ticking seconds hear them call
My spell of hours will make you fall
Each timer that I break
Will halt the flowing sands
Each timer that I break
Will put you in my hands
At 25 o'clock, that's when you're going to be mine
25 o'clock, we'll be together 'til the end of time
At 25 o'clock
Each watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
Well you're a good man Albert Brown
And you was wounded in the war
And though you shot some people down
You're still a good man Albert Brown
Well you're a good man Albert Brown
Though you are drunk upon the floor
And if you're buying the next round
Then you're a good man Albert...
Brown was the colour of the mud across the Somme
Red was the blood you spilled upon it
Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
White was the starch upon her bonnet
And you married that nurse
And her name was Else
And then along came dad
...I'll have another pint of...
Brown is the colour of your old walking boots
Green is the cash you'd love to squander
Gold is the colour of your wife's faithful heart
So get yourself home, no more to wander
And you married that nurse
And her name's still Else
And another child was had
You're a good man Albert Brown
Drowning here in
Under mats of flower lava
Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
Breathing in the boiling butter
Fruit of sweating golden inca
Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
And Sir Sun stands up
Me I'm found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in
Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
Grass is waving underwater
Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning
Copper chord of August's organ
Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
in her hilltop bed
And Sir Sun stands up
raise his regal head
Me I'm found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Strange tales,
Scribbled on a uniform
Strange tails,
Scribbled down in cuneiform.
It had been written,
You had to get in.
You know a cat’ll play,
You used to be a big mouse.
Strange tales, strange tails.
Strange tales,
Scribbled on the shelter walls.
Strange tails,
Scribbled as the idol falls.
It had been written,
You had to get in.
You know a cat’ll play,
You used to be a big mouse.
Strange tales, strange tails
Here he come again
Dress in all that skin
Like he was still human being
Look at he long ears
And he big brown eyes
And with them truth he is seeing
Isn't it a shame you kicked that girl
Isn't it a shame she kicked you back, jackass
She really shake you donkey up
She really make you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up, quite a packet
How she carry you
Over thick and thin ice
You still dug you spurs in
Now you forced to walk
Laden down with shame
It's not just you back that's hurting
Now children saddle him for riding
Pick a fight with love and she will
Tan your hide in
She really shake you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up
From pools of xylophone clear
From caves of memory
I saw the children at heart
That we once used to be
Borne on foaming seahorse herd
Compose with trumpeting shell
From lines across their hands
A song as new as new moon
As old as all the sands
Shrank to stagnant from Atlantic wild
Lost that child 'til mermaid
Smiled
Summoned by drum rolling surf
As laughing fish compel
The young boy woken in me
By clanging diving bell
Breakers pillow fight the shore
She wriggles free in the tide
I'm locked in adult land
Back in the mirror she slides
Waving with comb in hand
I was lucky to remain beguiled
Grown to child since mermaid
Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys
Write a little note, boys
Set it off afloat, saying
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
I think about your pale arms waving
When I see the caps upon the green
And the rocking roller-coaster ocean
Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep
And in my dreams
We are rocking in a similar motion
I think about the salt sea rolling
Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks
Just like the day the harbour pulled away
I think about your warm white sheets unfolding
The more I have to drink
It's your big day, your big day
So you want to tie the knot
Tie it tight, don't let it rot, the memory of this day
Are you deafened by the bells
Could be heaven, could be hell
In a cell for two
Big day come and big day go
Life goes on after the show
But will your love have the fire and glow
Like on the big day
Statistics they don't say a lot
But can you keep what you have got forever together
There's a lesson to be learnt
Many fingers have been burnt with the touch of gold
Love can come and love can go
What your chance is I don't know
But if you have love then let it show like on the big day
You're a new recruit
The big day
in your wedding suit today
Like on the big day
yes you're looking fine
The big day
sign on the dotted line
The big day
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden
I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking
Ladybird
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow
You'll spread no wings to fly in fright if I'm beside you
Ladybird
All through the winter time
When wood was warm and splintered
Time seemed longer than a goods train
Now that spring is back again I'll ask your name
Your name
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow
No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are
Ladybird
And as you're walking past
I'm laying on the grass and making chains of thought
To snare you with my wit
But bit by bit you fade to gone
Gone
All through the iron season
Love was hanged and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power I'll ask your name
Your name
O ladybird
I have heard you have to run to tend your children
No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing
For ladybird
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in gomorah, I'm religion free
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in gomorah, I'm religion free
Bring your horn of plenty
Gold calves if you got 'em
We'll get stuck in history
All aboard for sodom
Bring your burning bush
Harlots if you're able
We'll get stuck in history
Next stop tower of Babel
J.U.M.P.I.N.G.
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill
Of your radio
Into the mouths of babes
And across the backs of its willing slaves
Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
Everything you eat is waste
But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
They can fix you rabbits up
With your musical feed
They can fix you rabbits up
Big money selling you stuff that you do not need
Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals
Music by the yard for the children they keep
Like poseable dolls
The young to them are mistakes
Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake
Funk pop a roll the only goal
The music business is a hammer to keep
You pegs in your holes
But please don't listen to me
I've already been poisoned by this industry!
2032
Housewives shock in blue
What in the world is it coming to
What in the world
2033
Cannabis in tea
What in the world. Acid is free
What in the world
If daddy could see today
he'd be turning in his grave
If mummy could see the way
The boys and girls and the manner in which
they talk to their parents
2034
Women fight the wars
Men are too bored, they're scrubbing floors
Men are too bored
They're staying at home
doing the chores
What in the world
Do you remember when this life
was in perspective and the grownups were respected
They'd give up a seat on the bus
Open your door with no fuss
2035
The whole world's one beehive
Throw us a line you might be in time
Throw us a line
What in the world
Who gets the girl
It's the airwaves of the world
Not the hairwaves on your head
Oh But anything can be
On land and in the sea
When you've got
Crosswires
When you've got Crosswires
Everything is Buzz Buzz
Everything is Beep Beep
Strange things happen everyday
It's confusious the Chinese say
Brings a nation to its feet
I'm stupidly happy
Everything's fine
I'm stupidly happy
My heart pumping wine
I'm stupidly happy
With idiot grin
I'm stupidly happy
You won't catch me in
All the birds of the air call your name as they land on my kitchen roof
All the fish in the sea do the same if you need extra proof
I'm stupidly happy
My vision is skewed
I'm stupidly happy
I'm coming unscrewed
And if the Devil walks up dressed in any disguise
I take him by the collars look him in the eye
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're my defense
I'm stupidly happy
It's all making sense
I'm stupidly happy
I roll like a train
I'm stupidly happy
With you in my brain
All the lights of the cars in the town form the strings of a big guitar
I'm a giant to play you a tune for wherever you are
I'm stupidly happy
Are the words to that song
I'm stupidly happy
And nothing is wrong
And should the Devil walk up with his business card out
I'll tear it to confetti with a grin and shout,
"I'm stupidly happy"
All of the time
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're mine