karaoke
Don't be afraid it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Though his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone
[TV Evangelist:]"Do you believe in a better day?
Do you have faith in a golden way?
If you do, then we must come together this day
Come together as one, united television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United, united financially, united socially,
United spiritually, and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of prayers...."
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds, shillings, and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
And God wants French francs
(Oui il veut des francs francais)
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
(repeating)
Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith
The prophet reclined
On the Golan Heights
Ohhh, the lonely boys
He said, this land is my land
To the Shiites
Ooooh, the lonely boys
And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said, I see you, you thief
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band
Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checkin out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from hate
After dark
And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something that I did not understand
It was in polish
Then up stepped an aide
He said, I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.'
'This land is Jesus' land.'
'And that is all'
'All that there is to it.'
Hail Mary
Mother of God
And in New York City
The business man in his mohair suit
In the world trade center
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said,
Well I don't care who owns the desert sands
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath
And the sea of battle rages
Around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Who are nervous in the park
When the gates are closed after dark
Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith
Reached back for the bottle
And rubbed against the lamp
Genie came out smiling
Like some Eastern tramp
He said hey boy what's happening
What is going on
You can have three wishes
If you don't take too long
I said well
I wish they all were happy on the Lebanon
Wish somebody'd help me write this song
I wish when I was young
My old man had not been gone
Genie said consider it done
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through a window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Genie said I'm sorry
But that's the way it goes
Where the hell's lamp sucker
It's time for me to go
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through a window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
Good morning, Worm, your Honor
The Crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end, your Honor
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Crazy toys in the attic
I am crazy truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy toys in the attic, he is crazy
Call the defendant's wife
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me more often than you did
But, no, you had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, your Honor
Him and me alone
Babe, come to Mother, baby
Let me hold you in my arms
M'Lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your Honor, let me take him home
Crazy, over the rainbow
I am crazy bars in the window
There must have been a door
There in the wall when I came in
Crazy over the rainbow, he is crazy
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all the years of judging I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving the full penalty of law
The way you made 'em suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest
Who is the best
Who holds the aces
The East
Or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused
'Cause on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart
Warmed to the sight of a billion candles burning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
...
[Jim:] "This is K.A.O.S.
You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
Let's go to the telephones now and take a request."
[Billy:] "Hello, I'm Billy."
[Jim:] "Yes?"
[Billy:] "I hear radio waves in my head."
[Jim:] "You hear radio waves in your head?
Ah! Is there a request that
you have tonight for KAOS?"
Radio waves
Radio waves
Radio waves
He hears radio waves
Radio waves
The atmosphere is thin and cold
The yellow sun is getting old
The ozone overflows with radio waves
AM, FM, weather and news
Our leaders had a frank exchange of views
Are you confused, radio waves
Radio waves
Radio waves
AM radio waves
FM radio waves
Radio waves
Mind-numbing radio waves
Fish-stunning radio waves
Radio waves
Magic Billy in his wheel chair
Is picking up all this stuff in the air
Billy is face to face with outer space
Messages from distant stars
The local police calling all cars
Radio waves
Hear them radio waves
Radio waves
Jesus saves radio
Radio waves
Radio waves
AM radio waves
FM radio waves
All them radio waves
Radio waves
Radio waves
He hears radio waves
Radio waves
Radio waves
Hopeful radio waves
Dopeful radio waves
Radio waves
Russian radio waves
Prussian radio waves
Eastern radio waves
Western radio waves
Testing radio waves
One two
One two
Radio waves
Getting through to you
Morse code radio waves!
Tobacco road radio waves
South to Paloma radio waves
Oklahoma City radio waves
Sitting pretty radio waves
Nitty-gritty radio waves
Radio waves
[Jim:] "Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves.
You are listening to KAOS
In Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line."
[Billy:] "I'm from the valleys."
[HAL]: Stop Dave
Will you stop Dave?
Stop Dave
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
Dave, my mind is going
I can feel it
I can feel it
My mind is going
There is no question about it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I'm afraid
The monkey sat on a pile of stone
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And he thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledgers
And the Germans kill the Jews
And the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory's a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine
Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden
-----------------------------
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents,
Pounds, shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Hold on soldier
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Hold on, hold on soldier
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
[Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem"
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents,
Pounds, shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
[Marv:] "And here come the players
As I speak to you now, the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
He's at periscope depth
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year"
[Edward:]"That's less tax Marv"
[Marv:]"Yeah, less tax
Thank you Edward"
[Edward:]"You're welcome"
[Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes
There goes two; both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it? I don't think so"
Look out!
Look at that baby burn!
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents,
Pounds, shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
[Man1:] "Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time,
but the somebody else that needs
taking care of in Washington."
[Man2:] "Who's that?"
[Man1:] "Rose Pilchitt"
[Man2:] "Rose Pilchitt, who's that?"
(child screams in background --- "Shut Up!")
[Man1:] "36-24-36. Does that answer your question?"
[Man Screaming:] "Oi! I've got a little black book with my poems in!"
[Man2:] "Who's she?"
[Man1:] "She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961...."
Got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
And I got second sight
Got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I got nicotine stains on my fingers
Got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I got wild, staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooo Babe
When I pick up the phone
[Gomer Pyle:] "Surprise, surprise, surprise...."
There's still nobody home
I got a pair of Gohill's boots
And I got fading roots
Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
Oh babe, hate to see you fall that way
Better speak to the powers that be today
Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that gun in your hand?
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums
I stood in the wings with you
Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
Holding the high ground
Of some old stage
Oh babe, how do these jaded stars get so far away
Will they catch what the moral had to say
Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that dogma in your head?
You can prove your point
But your kids will still be dead
Bring down the curtain
This soap opera must surely close
Before the cold wind blows
Hey Joe, where you going
With that gun in your hand
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
Bring down the curtain
This show must close
Before the cold wind blows
So rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums
When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts
Away from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be free
Yes I shall be free
On a see-saw in a strange land
The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand
And the fiddlers played
And the planners plan what would be
On a back seat in a court room
Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom
Until the police came down with a new broom
And swept them clean
Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun
On the open road in a bar room
A pick up band plays a new tune
When the coloured girls sing
I feel my heart boom
When a new song hits the right note
When a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an insight strikes the mote
From mine own eye
Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun
Just out of sight
Beyond the next range
I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame
On an African Plain by a thorn tree
My old friend Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera, cera
What ever will be will be
When a friend dies and the tears rise
From that deep well that never runs dry
And the women break their bracelets
And the men take their whisky outside
In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis
The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal
The place where the dark side meets the angel in me
The angel in me
When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
To focus instead on the love that is precious to me
Then I shall be free
I shall be free
You got to be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
When you're on the street
Got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You've gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and the easy smile
You have to be trusted
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control
You'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown
As you go down
All alone
Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit
That I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me
As if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake
Gotta try and shake off
This creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind
You just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
And no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teacher! Leave them kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teacher! Leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teacher! Leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
"Thank you. Good evening. Welcome."
Truckdriver :"Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?"
I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Trucker :"Women are like that kid
What the hell can you do?"
She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
Trucker :"I saw a program about that on TV......"
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad
Man :"Me....."
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Man :"Me...."
While you were asleep
Man :"It was me...I did"
I kept you in buttons and bows
Man :"Christ all those clothes"
So you could encourage this creep
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes
He's rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
Trucker :"Get moving, get off the road ya Goddam faggot"
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up
Apparently they were travelling abroad
And they picked up some hitchhikers...drill
Jade: "Oh God..."
Wife: "Wake up you're dreaming."
Jade: "What?"
Wife: "You're dreaming."
Jade: "We were moving away from the border."
Wife: "Huh, what border?"
Jade: "Have a nice day."
Wife: "Huh?"
Jade: "Have a nice day."
We were moving away from the border
Looking for somewhere to sleep
The two of us sharing the driving
Two hitchhikers slumped in the back seat
Woman: Hello
I sneaked a quick look in the mirror
She gave me a smile
I said "Is anyone hungry?
Should we stop for a while?"
So we pulled off into a layby
Her dress blew up over her head
I said "Would you like to come with me?"
She said something foreign under her breath
And the sun shone down on her lovely young limbs
I thought to myself she's too good for him
I lay down beside her with tears in my eyes
She said
(Waters-Geesin)
(I missed a lot here as it is pretty difficult to distinguish what the man is saying)
(Man breathing/snoring)
[man wispering:] "Take his feet now, take his...shhh"
"This is no time for..."
(whistling)
"Oh ho ho, god save us all"
"Go through the door"
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
(Sound of many TVs Being Smashed)
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need any thing at all
No. No, don't think I need anything at all
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just the bricks in the wall
Hey you
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you
Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you
Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you
Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey you
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you
Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall
They disembarked in 45
And no one spoke
And no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
And gathered at the cenotaph
They all agreed with hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knives
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock
Clings To her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation
Knuckles white upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
Ooo, Maggie what have you done?
And still the dark stain spreads between
Their shoulder blades
A mute reminder
Of the poppy fields and graves.
When the fight was over
We spent what they had made
In the bottom of our hearts
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers
Who would hurt the children any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
(mananical laughter)
But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
Goodbye, cruel world
I'm leavin' you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, all you people
There's nothin' you can say
To make me change my mind
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skys from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
And hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimmin' in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
And I wish that you were here
Oh, how I wish you were here
How I wish
How I wish you were here
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
And I wish that you were here
"Thank you. I wish they were here."
So long Child
I'm on my way
And after all is done
After all is done
Don't be down
It's all in the past
Though you may be afraid
So long child
It's awful dark
And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Life burns a savage moon
Angry and raw
Trusting the twisted word
You'll run run away
You'll take it all home
You'll spin a tall tale
But they won't believe you
No matter what you say
So long child
It's awful dark
And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
The wind blows the ash to the furnace
The steel men are sitting at home
And the video game
Can't replace the flame
That once burned all day on the coal
The wind blows along in the gutter
In a rush to get out of the town
Where the row of shops is sold up in lots
Developers bought the whole town
And in the place is a pile of bricks
Where children play with sticks and stones
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
The sunshine is bright on the ranada
Where I once saw the film ??if??
Now they all stand in line
For it's bingo tonight
No more films with Malcom Bo??d???
The cranes on the dock are redundant
Standing so tall in the sky
Shuffling trolleys and docks
In around in the mud
The dockman has a tear is his eye
And in his hand is a pint of beer
No more dock sheds are here to run
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they
What have they done
What have they done
What have they
What have they done
.....
Do you believe in a better day
Do you have faith in a golden way
If you do then we must come together this day
Come together as one united
Television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United united financially united socially
United spiritually and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of prayers
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself What God wants
God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stories
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its book
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down his book
What God wants God gets
God wants boarders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
Don't be afraid, it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
And the captain posts the menu of the day
And in banks across the world
Christians, Moslems, Hindus, Jews
And every other race, creed, colour, tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog neatly
Make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ, it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the vet rolls in
To his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone
[Child:] "Look, Mummy. There's an airplane up in the sky."
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye
Goodbye
"Hammer, Hammer, Hammer,...."
[Pink:] "Einse, svei, drei, alle!"
Oooo, You cannot reach me now
Oooo, No matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker
Here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation
Here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
[Man using megaphone:] "We're waiting to succeed and going to convene outside Brixton Town Hall where we're going to be...."
Waiting, to cut out the deadwood
Waiting, to clean up the city
Waiting, to follow the worms
Waiting, to put on a black shirt
Waiting, to weed out the weaklings
Waiting, to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain
Waiting, to follow the worms
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting, for the queers and the coons
And the Reds and the Jews
Waiting, to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our colored cousins
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms
"Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, ..."
[Man with Megaphone:] "The worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station. We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road .... Abbot's Road .... twelve minutes to three we'll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge. Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge we're in Westminster Borough area. It's quite possible we may encounter some ... by the way we go...."
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said
That we would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera
Vera
What has become of you?
Long live the child and the man
Long live the mother and the lad
The hills behind us and the sea
Reach out to welcome you and me
Valley deep and mountain tall
Lie upon the ground before us all
Strange are the colours of the turf
Heralding the rebirth of the earth
Gather all your energy and try
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile,
everytime you think about it
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile, hear me tellin' you
Give birth to a smile, give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile, give birth, give birth
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile, every day of your life
Give birth to a smile, give a little birth to a smile
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at your companions
And test the water of their friendship
With you toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but I'll think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn my eyes
Moslem or Christians Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating 'round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It's only two humans being
It's only two humans being
Tears burn my eyes
What does it means
This tender TV
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove my murder
Tears burn my eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preachers or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
And the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Reached back for the bottle
And rubbed against the lamp
Genie came out smiling
Like some Eastern tramp
He said, hey boy what's happening
What is going on
You can have three wishes
If you don't take too long
If you don't take too long
I said
Well I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon
Wish somebody'd help me write this song
And I wish when I was young
My old man had not been gone
Genie said consider it done
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Bring her home
Genie said I'm sorry
That's the way it goes
Where the hell's the lamp sucker
It's time for me to go
Bye
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory
But you used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Brezhnev took Afghanistan
And Begin took Beirut
Galtieri took the Union Jack
And Maggie over lunch one day
Took a cruiser with all hands
Apparently to make him give it back
(Waters-Geesin)
(Instrumental)
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And I frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Satellites buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest
Who is the best
Who holds the aces
The East
Or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
And oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
But, I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords
Oh, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning
(Repeated)
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War Lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
The tide is turning.
"That's it!"
[Morse Code:]
"Now the past is over but you are not alone Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea of macho bullshit and mediocrity"
Benny is a Welsh coal miner. He is a radio ham. He is 23 years old, married to Molly. They have a son, young Ben, age 4, and a new baby. They look after Benny's twin brother Billy, who is apparently a vegetable. The mine is closed by the market forces. The Male Voice Choir stops singing, the village is dying. One night Benny takes Billy on a pub crawl. Drunk in a brightly-lit shopping mall, Benny vents his anger on a shop window full of multiple TV images of Margaret Thatcher's mocking condescension. In defiance, he steals a cordless phone. Later that night, Benny cavorts dangerously on the parapet of a motorway footbridge, in theatrical protest of the tabloid press. That same night, a cab driver is killed by a concrete block dropped off a similar bridge. The police come to question Benny; he hides the cordless phone under the cushion of Billy's wheelchair.
Billy is different, he can receive radio waves directly without the aid of a tuner; he explores the cordless phone, recognizing its radioness. Benny is sent to prison. Billy feels as if half of him has been cut off. He misses Benny's nightly conversations with radio hams in foreign parts. Molly, unable to cope, sends Billy to stay with his Great Uncle David, who had emigrated to the USA during the war. Much as Billy likes Uncle David and the sunshine and all the new radio in LA, he cannot adjust to the cultural upheaval and the loss of Benny, who for him is 'home'.
Uncle David, now an old man, is haunted by having worked on the Manhattan project during World War II, designing the Atom Bomb, and seeks to atone. He also is a radio ham; he often talks to other hams about the Black Hills of his youth, the Male Voice Choir, about home. He is saddened by the use of telecommunication to trivialise important issues, the soap opera of state. However, Live Aid has decynicised him to an extent. Billy listens to David and hears the truth the old man speaks.
Billy experiments with his cordless phone, he learns to make calls. He accesses computers and speech synthesizers, he learns to speak. Billy makes contact with Jim a DJ at Radio KAOS, a renegade rock station fighting a lone rear guard action against format radio. Billy and Jim become radio friends, Reagan and Thatcher bomb Lybia. Billy perceives this as an act of political "entertainment" fireworks to focus attention away from problems at "home".
Billy has developed his expertise with the cordless phone to the point where he can now control the most powerful computers in the world. He plans an "entertainment" of his own. He simulates nuclear attack everywhere, but de-activates the military capability of "the powers that be" to retaliate. In extremes perceptions change, Panic, comedy, compassion. In a SAC bunker a soldier in a white cravat turns a key to launch the counter attack. Nothing happens; impotently he kicks the console, hurting his foot. He watches the approaching blips on the radar screen. As impact approaches, he thinks of his wife and kids, he puts his fingers in his ears.
Silence. White out. Black out. Lights out. It didn't happen, we're still alive. Billy has drained the earth of power to create his illusion. All over the dark side of the earth, candles are lit. In the pub in Billy's home village in Wales one man starts to sing; the other men join in. The tide is turning.
Billy is home.
(Instrumental)
Note: This song appears to be about 3 seconds long
(Russian's speaking over radio)
(Instrumental)
You! Yes you! Stand still laddy!
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers
Who would hurt the children any way they could
By pouring their derision upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
(mananical laughter)
But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives
[Man:] "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."
[Woman:] "Wasn't it light?"
[Man:] "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!"
[Woman:] "What does the fallout look like, dear?"
[Man:] "I don't know. The government director neglected to mention what it would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in after the bombing."
[Woman:] "Terrible smell of burning."
[Man:] "Yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical..."
[Woman:] "It's like...roast meat."
[Man:] "Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."
[Man:] "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for water now for a while, my dear."
[Woman:] "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
[Man:] "Oh yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."
[Woman:] "Oh, look! My hair's coming out."
[Man:] "Hair's coming out."
[Woman:] "My hair's coming out."
(Instrumental)
"Three four five" "Three four five, Sir" "Steady as she goes" "Steady as she goes, Sir" "??" "(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
(Switch Channels)
[Alf Razzell:]
"Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to
collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land."
"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken
two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, 'Hello Razz,
I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here,' and he said 'I'm
feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained
in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound,
rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could
imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after
I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had
there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummeled
me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me
down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further,
let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's
have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing
happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him
there, in no-man's-land."
(Switch channels)
(Girl) "I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning,
if our side's losing..."
(Switch channels)
[Radio:] "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in approximately three minutes."
[Man:] "God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!"
[Woman:] "Okay, I'll just get the washing in."
[Man:] "Shut up! I'm trying to listen!"
[Radio:] "Stay indoors."
[Woman:] "Oh, dear, I've left the oven on."
[Man:] "Get in! Get in! Get in!"
[Woman:] "The cake will be burned!"
[Woman:] "The cake will be burned!"
[Woman:] "The cake will be burned!"
(Instrumental)
[Woman:] "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs."
[Man:] "Yes, we had a Morrison. Mmmm. I used to sleep in it. I stuck pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Tricia Rock. The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in bed with a candle."
[Woman:] "Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the blackouts, the cups of tea..."
[Man:] "The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time...."
[Woman: "Old Churchill on the wires..."
[Man:] "Those were the days."
(Instrumental)
Note: This song appears to be 3 seconds long
"Zero, Zero, Take Cover."
(Instrumental)
Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform and leave the show
But I'm waiting in this cell, because I have to know
Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain
Watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine
Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun (repeating)
Witness the man who waves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun (repeating)
(Waters-Geesin)
(Instrumental)
(Waters)
[Breathing]
Sea shell and stone
Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam
Search for the gold
Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds
Smooth and round and brown
See how the sunshine creeps over thistle and down
Hillock and hump, hummock and clump and mound
I feel a lump, see a bump, hear a bulboba sound
Hollow and valley and shadow and dimple and hill
Glisten and glimmer and shimmer and sparkle and still
Sunlight is warming the land before your eyes
And the sunrise is on your side
And the sunshine is on your thighs
Lady of stone, you are alone
Lady of stone, you are alone
"Hammer, Hammer, Hammer...."
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
You better make your face up
In your favorite disguise
With your button-down lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising
From your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down your door
You better run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
You better run all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
Gonna send you back to Mother
In a cardboard box
You better run
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
If you didn't care
What happened to me
And I didn't care
For you
We would zig-zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden
(Waters-Geesin)
(Instrumental)
[various bodily sounds like burping, farting, slapping, scratching, etc....]
Day after day
Love turns gray
Like the skin on a dying man
Night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun, anymore
And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
I feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
(Some guy harmonizing with the music)
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Momma, will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
(Geesin)
(....Adam, Adam, ....)
(harmonizing voices)
Money
Get away
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay
Money
It's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money
Get back
But I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off of my stack
Money
It's a hit
But don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity, first class, travelling set
I think I need a Lear jet
Money
It's a crime
Share it fairly
But don't take a slice of my pie
Money
So they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise
It's no surprise that they're giving none away
(Geesin)
(....Adam, Adam, ....)
(harmonizing voices)
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down
His landing gear
Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar
Back home in Cleveland
All the papers and local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Our American friends are late home tonight
Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxford shire
Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But in the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
In the street below
Hark, the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down
His landing gear
Hey boy, you're a hero
Take this cigar
And back home in Cleveland
All the papers and the local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Our American friends are late home tonight
[Man:] "I shall fear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green pastures..I...I don't know anymore..."
[Woman:] "That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures--"
[Man:] "Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death."
[Woman:] "no more, now...there, no more..."
[Man:] "??Road?? the six hundred"
(Instrumental)
[Radio:] "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in the next two or three days."
[Man:] "Cripes! This is it! This is really it!"
[Woman:] "I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over."
(Instrumental)
ockin' On Heaven's Door
Mama, take this badge off of me
'Cause I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' dark
Too dark to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put these guns in the ground
'Cause I can't shoot them anymore
That long dark cloud is coming down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
(TV) [Man1:] "Well, only about an hour of daylight left."
"Better get started."
[Woman:] "Is it unsafe to travel at night?"
[Man1:] "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here."
"Your father's gonna pick up our trail before long."
[Woman:] "Can Loca ride?"
[Man2:] "Yeah, I can ride...."
[Man1:]"Margaret, time to go!"
"??Ingred??, thank you for everthing."
"Let's go."
[Woman:] "Goodbye, Chenga"
[Man3:] "Goodbye, miss..."
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Einse, svei, drei, alle!
So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you, Sunshine
Pink isn't well
He stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
Now he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint
And that one's got spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of ya shot
If all the food
The warsmen ate was sent around the world
Noone would have to work
A single day
If all the money
In the banks was left to boy and girl
Noone could then complain
About their pay
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Filling up the pages every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Spilling out of papers every day
Upon the roads
The accidents
They rob us of the few
Wars
They take away so many more
As long as we don't know them
They remain upon the page
It's the history book picture
That you saw
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Filling up the pages every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Spilling out of papers every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Right or wrong is difficult to say
'Cause everybody knows
The way that the wind blows
Facts and figures can be friends or foes
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Right or wrong is difficult to say
'Cause everybody knows
The way that the wind blows
Facts and figures can be friends or foes
So try to keep your fingers crossed
When listening for the bell
So facts and figures don't catch you as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill the final places?
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
And all you feel
All that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
And all you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon
"Thank you. Well, thank you! Thank you"
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
"I can't think of anything to say except...
Ooooo Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, Babe
To put through the shredder in front of my friends
Oh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Oh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way?
Running away
I need you, Babe
Why are you running away?
[Pink:] "Aaaarrrrggghhh!!"
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
Cry, Baby, cry
Grow, Baby, grow
Stand on your own
Holidays and happy days at home
Seaside, bike ride, fun land, hot sand, childhood floating by
Wonder why I feel
so shy when you are passing by
The years of love and wine
Pass by the magic eye
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Pass by the magic eye
Your child is growing fast
His future is your past
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
His future is your past
Slow down, look around
Memories come drifting down
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Memories come drifting down
And I remember rather well
Gather round my chair and I will tell
Carriages were open to the breeze
Muffin boys and trams and trees
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own. no no
Bring the boys back home
(repeating)
"Wrong, do it again!"
"(Knock, knock, knock) Time to go!"
"Are you felling Okay?"
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around
Choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down
It's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
Balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
[Teacher:] "You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!"
(Geesin)
(Instrumental)
Waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Customers: "Heh, turn that fucking juke box down
You want to turn down that juke box...
loud in here"
Waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?
Ok you take cream and sugar?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs and sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognize
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And now from where I stand
Upon this hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognize
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love
An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
"How ya doin bro?...where ya been?...where ya goin'?"
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
"Have a nice day"
A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex your rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming
I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
"Jump" says Yoko Ono
"I'm too scared and too good looking" I cried
"Go on", she says
"Why don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony all men must die"
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
Child: "And mother wants you"
Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over
Child: "Shane"
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
Child: "Shane"
The bitch said something mystical "Herro"
So I stepped back on the kerb again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
For the first time today
I feel it's really over
You were my everyday excuse
For playing deaf, dumb and blind
Who'd have ever thought
This was how it would end for you and me
To carry my own millstone
Out of the trees
And I have to admit
I don't like it a bit
Being left here beside this lonesome road.
Lonesome road
Lonesome road
As cars go by I cast my mind's eye
Over back packs on roof racks
Beyond the horizon
Where dream makers
Working white plastic processors
Invite the unwary
To reach for the pie in the sky
Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring
With a trunk ful of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
We cut down some trees
And trailed our ideals
Through the forest glage
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote
We grew our own maize
And only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories
While you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day.
*Man :"Chapter six in which Eeuore has a birthday
And gets two presents" (Man pauses to light joint)
Jade :"Daddy...come on dad"
Men :"Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by side
Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water
"Pathetic" he said,"That\s what it is"
"Good morning Eeuore" said Pooh
"Oh" said Pooh, He thought for a long time"
The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realised all was not well in the camp
The kids caught bronchits
The space heater ran out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
Stole your heart
I said "Fuck it then
Take the kids back town
Maybe I'll see you around"
And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left our litter and trash
And set out on the road again
On the road again
Jade :"Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy"
Justin :"You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl
For the first time today
I help her naked body next to mine
In this hotel overlooking the Rhine
I made her mine
Ooh babe...ooh babe
Come with me and stay with me
Please stay with me
Woman: "Uh...what is it?"
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Woman: "No..."
Stay with me
Woman: "Forget it"
So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal magnets
Fixed on the fron of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather dull child could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborghini
"I think it was the Lamborghini"
So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
For the first time today
I feel it's really over
You were my everyday excuse
For playing deaf, dumb and blind
Who'd have ever though
This was how it would end for you and me
To carry my own millstone
Out of the trees
And I have to admit
I don't like it a bit
For the first time today
I held her naked body next to mine
In this hotel overlooking the Rhine
I made her mine
Ooh babe...ooh babe
Come with me and stay with me
Please stay with me
[Woman:] "Huh...what is it?"
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
[Woman:] "No..."
Stay with me
[Woman:] "Forget it."
Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun
Supping ale in the moonlight
Waiting for the dawn to come
Benny pointed at a HiFi shop
He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got
How'd you make a have out of a have not
Hmmmm,
Who needs information
When you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Benny climbed up on a footbridge
And he teetered on the parapet
He said can you see the whites of their headlights
Are the coming yet
Who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here
Benny hafted a breeze block
And tried to let go
Got hung up on a tear drop
So me and Benny went home
Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here
Who needs information yeah
When you living on as borrowed time
Just give me confirmation
there will be a winner this time
Who needs information when you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs, who needs, who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds - yeah
Jim: Vm.
Jim lights a cigarette
The powers that be
They like a tough game
No rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof cadillac
Air conditioned, gold taps
Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps
they pick horses of courses
They're the market forces
Nice car Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
They're the power that be
If you see them come,
You better run - run
You better run on home
Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home
You better run - run
You better run on home
The powers that be
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, the like sheep's clothing
And blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
They like death or glory, they love a good story
Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late
You better run - run
You better run on home
Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink
snapper and your Pacific coastal thench hosemonster fish
Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty
under the console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches
four sledgehammerhead sharks, and no red snappers.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey and that'll do for the triumphant return of the
fish report with a beat.
Jim: We think of it is a mainstreet, but to the rest of the country
it's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
[Jim: Oh, God!]
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
Could be Jerusalem, or could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
Could be Llanelli, and could be Warrington
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge
Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix there martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to this hills
It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by bend in the river
Could be something you old men handed down
Could be something you built in your own
Everybody got something he calls home
When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
Will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators
Will you discreetly withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion within you roars
Will you take to the hills
Will you stand, will you stand for it
Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within you roars
Could be your father and could be your mother
Could be your sister, could be your brother
Could be a foreigner, could be Turk
Could be a cyclist out looking for work, Norman
Could be a king, could be the Aga Khan
Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint, could be a sinner
Could be a loser or it could be a winner
Could be a banker, could be a baker
Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar
Could be a mail voice choir
Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be something lighter
Could be a cripple, could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop, could be a thief
Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
Could be a our leaders in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their silver spoons
Could be a pilot with God on his side
Could be a kid in the middle of the bomb sight
Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
Could be a humble, could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd
Could be a soldier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and the mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were split
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were split
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloves thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy his mother said
He'll do this duty when he's grown, yeah
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stories
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its book
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down his book
What God wants God gets
God wants boarders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we except a sensational matchup
Bur first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has he cross hairs zeroed on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And he thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're smart kid
Time is linear
Memory's a stranger
History's for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
Glances all the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban (R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
The the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping tap her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
I am just a new boy
Stranger in this town
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
Will some one in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock 'n' roll refugee
Ooh babe, set me free
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
"Hello?"
"Yes, a collect call for Mrs.Floyd from Mr.Floyd
Will you accept the charges from the United States"
"He hung up, is this your residence, sir?"
"I wonder why he hung up"
"There must be someone else there
Besides your wife to answer"
"Hello?"
"This is the United States calling"
"Are we reaching?"
"See he keeps hanging up"
(Album: In the Flesh)
"So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
So long, Child
I'm on my way
And after all is done
After all is done
Don't be down
It's all in the past
Though you may be afraid
So long, child
It's awful dark
And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Life burns a savage moon
Angry and raw
Trusting the twisted word
You'll run run away
You'll take it all home
You'll spin a tall tale
But they won't believe you
No matter what you say
So long, child
It's awful dark
And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Don't be afraid, it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
And the captain posts
The menu of the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The racoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ is freezing inside
The veterans cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Through his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
Do you believe in a better day
Do you have a faith in a golden way
If you do then we must come together this day
Come together as one united
Television audience
Brought together the sound of my voice
United united financially united socially
United spiritually and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of your prayers
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants widows
God wants solution
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself
(Album: In the Flesh)
"Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and Scouting for Boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.
We were watching TV
In Tiananmen Square
Lost my baby there
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had a shiny hair
She was a daughter of an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She had a perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a student of philosophy
Won't you grieve with me
For my yellow rose
Shed a tear
For her bloodstained clothes
She had shiny hair
She had perfect breasts
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a daughter af an engineer
So get out your pistols
Get out your stones
Get out your knives
Cut them to the bone
They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine
They built the dark satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
And I grieve for my sister
People of China
Do not forget do not forget
The children who died for you
Long live the Republic
Did we do anything after this
I've feeling we did
We were watching TV
Watching TV
We were watching TV
Watching TV
She wore a white bandanna that said
Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of China
Would come tumbling down
She was a student
Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek
That no-good low-down dirty rat
Who used to order his troops
To fire on women and children
Imagine that imagine that
And in the spring of'48
Mao Tse-tung got quite irate
And he kicked that old dictator Chiang
Out of the state of China
Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa
And they armed the island of Quemoy
And the shells were flying across the China Sea
And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory
Called Taiwan
And she is different from Cro-Magnon man
She's different from Anne Boleyn
She is different from the Rosenbergs
And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan
Half superstar half victim
She's a victor star conceptually new
And she is different from the Dodo
And from the Kankabono
She is different from the Aztec
And from the Cherokee
She's everybody's sister
She's a symbolic of our failure
She's the one in fifty million
Who can help us to be free
Because she died on TV
Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith
The prophet reclined
In the Golan Heights
Ohhh, the lonely boys
He said "This land is my land"
To the Shiites
Ooooh, the lonely boys
And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said "I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band"
Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checkin out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from hate
After dark
And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something t
hat I did not understand
It was in polish
Then up stepped an aide, he said "I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.
This land is Jesus' land.
And that is all
All that there is to it.'"
And in New York City
The business Jim in his mohair suit
In the world trade center
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said
"Well I don't care who owns the desert sands,
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath"
And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark
Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Momma loves her baby
And daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooh baby
Ooh baby blue
Ooh babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Draggin' behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
The powers that be
They like a tough game
No rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof cadillac
Air conditioned, gold taps
Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps
they pick horses of courses
They're the market forces
Nice car Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
They're the power that be
If you see them come,
You better run - run
You better run on home
Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home
You better run - run
You better run on home
The powers that be
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, the like sheep's clothing
And blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
They like death or glory, they love a good story
Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late
You better run - run
You better run on home
Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink
snapper and your Pacific coastal thench hosemonster fish
Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty
under the console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches
four sledgehammerhead sharks, and no red snappers.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey and that'll do for the triumphant return of the
fish report with a beat.
Jim: We think of it is a mainstreet, but to the rest of the country
Jim: "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."
Hilda: "Wasn't it light?"
Jim: "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!"
Hilda: "What does the fallout look like, dear?"
Jim: "Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing."
Hilda: "Terrible smell of burning."
Jim: "Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical.
Hilda: "It's like...roast meat."
Jim: "Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."
Jim: "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear."
Hilda: "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
Jim: "Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."
Hilda: "Oh, look! My hair's coming out."
You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home an the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gained terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
Radio: "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this
country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in
approximately three minutes."
Jim: "God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!"
Hilda: "Okay, I'll just get the washing in."
Jim: "Shut up! I'm trying to listen!"
Radio: "Stay indoors."
Hilda: "Oh, dear, I've left the oven on."
Jim: "Get in! Get in! Get in!"
Hilda: "The cake will be burned!"
Hilda: "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an
old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians
growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it
looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.
Jim: "Yes, we had a Morrison. I used to sleep in it. Mmmm. I stuck
pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Patricia
Rock. The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in bed with a
candle."
Hilda: "Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the
blackouts, cups of tea..."
Jim: "The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the
first time...."
Hilda: "Old Churchill on the wires..."
Jim: "Those were the days."
I like staying with my Uncle Dave
And i like playing with his great dane
But I don't fit
I feel alien and strange, Kinda outa range
I like riding in my Uncle's car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the station with the dial in his head
Pickingup--------------and
A male voice choir on the short wave band
Billy tap's out Jim's number on the 'phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone
Come on my friend, speak to me, please
the land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Come on home
Hi sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home
Billy, Billy, come home
Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish, marine fish.
Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles
Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish
Jim: Yes, we've established that, Ah! Do you have a request?
Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab and
lobster, flounder, I hate fish, but I think most of all I have
fresh fish, like trout. I hate fish trout. I have fresh trout. My
least-heted, favourite fish would be sole. That way you don't have
to see eyes. Sole has no eyes.
Jim: Oh no!
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog.
Jim: Thank you.
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog.
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog.
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog.
I'd like to be home with my monkey ...
Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond
You were caught in the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on you target for faraway laughter
Come on you stranger
You legend
You martyr
And shine
You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well, you wore out your welcome
With random percision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on you raver
You seer of visions
Come on you painter
You piper
You prisoner
And shine
Nobody knows where you are
How near or how far
Shine on you crazy diamond
Pile on many more years
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on you crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow
Of yesterday's triumph
Sail on the steel breeze
Come on you boy child
You winner and loser
Come on you miner for truth and delusion
Sea shell and stone
Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam
Search for the gold
Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds
Smooth and round and brown
See how the sunshine creeps over thistle and down
Hillock and hump, hummock and clump and mound
I feel a lump, see a bump, hear a bulboba sound
Hollow and valley and shadow and dimple and hill
Glisten and glimmer and shimmer and sparkle and still
Sunlight is warming the land before your eyes
And the sunrise is on your side
nd the sunshine is on your thighs
Lady of stone, you are alone
Radio waves, Radio waves,
He hears radio waves, Radio waves,
The atmosphere is thin and cold
The yellow sun is getting old
The ozone overflows with radio waves
AM, FM whether and news
Our leaders have a frank exchange of views
Are you confused, radio waves.
Radio waves, radio waves
AM radio waves, FM radio waves
Radio waves, mind-numbing radio waves
Fish-stunning radio waves
Radio waves.
Magic Billy in his wheel chair
Is picking up all this stuff in the air
Billy is face to face with outer space
Messages from distant stars
The local police calling all cars, radio waves
Hear them radio waves, radio waves
Jesus saves radio, radio waves
Radio waves, AM radio waves, FM radio waves
All them radio waves
Radio waves, radio waves, he hears radio waves
Radio waves, radio waves, hopeful radio waves,
dopeful radio waves
Radio waves, Russian radio waves, Prussian radio waves
Eastern radio waves, western radio waves
Testing radio waves, one, two. One, two.
Radio waves. Getting through to you
Morse code radio waves, Tobacco road radio waves
South to Paloma radio waves, Oklaholma City radio waves
Sitting pretty radio waves, nitty-gritty radio waves
Radio waves
Jim: Alright, that's song called Radio Waves. You are listening to
K.A.O.S. in Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line.
Billy: I'm from the valleys.
Jim: Are you from valley?
Billy: No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys; male voice choirs, Wales.
Jim: Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?
Billy: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim.
Jim: Sorry.
Billy Me and Benny went out.
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And he thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're smart kid
Time is linear
Memory's a stranger
History's for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like the song?
Mother do you think they'll try and break my balls?
Ooooh ah, mother should I build a wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooh ah, is it just a waste of time?
Hush, now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mamma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Mamma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Mamma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing.
Mamma's gonna keep baby cosy and warm.
Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe,
of course mamma's gonna help build the wall.
Mother do you think she's good enough for me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooh ah, mother will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mamma's gonna check all of your girlfriends for you.
Mamma won't let anyone dirty get through.
Mamma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mamma will always find out where you've been.
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe,
You'll always be baby to me.
You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days
Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot
Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
Oh how he wanted to talk to the people,
he wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow, Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Communicating like in the good old days
Forgive me father for i have sinned
It was either me or him
And the voice said Benny
You fucked the whole thing up
Benny your time is up
Your time is up
Benny turn the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people,
he wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow, Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk communicating
Like in the good old days
Forgive me father
Welsh Policeman: Mobile one two to Central
For I have sinned
Welsh Policeman: We have a multiple on the A465
between Cwmbran and Cylgoch.
Father, it was either me or him
Father, can we turn back the clock?
Welsh Policeman: Ambulance, over.
I never meant to drop the concrete block,
Welsh Policeman: Roger Central, over and out.
Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people,
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow, Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Just like in the good old days
The good old days
Radio announcer: Do you really think Iranian terrorists would have
taken American hostage if Ronald Reagan were president?
Do you really think the Russians would have invaded Afghanistan if
Ronald Reagan were president?
Do you really think third-rate military dictators would laugh at
America and burn our flag in contempt if Ronald Reagan were
president?
Concerned Citizen: Well it might work!
Hostage: We as a group do most importantly want to beseech President
Reagan and out fellow Americans to refrain of any form of military
or violent means as an attempt, no matter how noble or heroic, to
secure our freedom.
Concerned Citizen: Sure! Only it's going to be mighty dangerous for
you, Cassidy
Hoppy's faithful sidekick guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy,
Mister. Adventure's his bread, excitement's his butter and danger,
why to him that's like strawberry jam to top it off.
Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll
Come, hold me now, I am not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this dead calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those lost boys calling
You could not speak, you were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved and then
You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child, the child in the man
The child that we leave behind
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child, the child in the man
The child that we leave behind
The spotlight fades, the boys disband
The final notes lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling
We left them there when they were young
The men were gone until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child, the child in the man
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down
His landing gear
New boy you're a hero take this cigar
Back home in Cleveland
All the papers and local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
Glances all the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban (R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
The the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping tap her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet
They've got Pepsi in the Andes
Mcdonalds in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into
A golf course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
They've got Bermuda shorts
The had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And pressures of marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We've got a warehouse of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got a designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls Royce
We've got a choice
She said meet me
In the Garden of Gethsemane my dear
The Lord said Peter I can see
Your house from here
An honest man
Finally reaped what he had sown
And farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan
It's a miracle
Another miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And pressures of marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lids comes down
And break his fucking fingers
So ya thought ya might like to
go to the show
to feel the warm thrill
of confusion; that space cadet glow.
I've got some bad news for you, sunshine.
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel.
And he sent us along as a surrugate band.
We're gonna find out where your fans really stand.
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall.
(Get them all!)
There's one in the spotlight,
he don't look right to me,
get him up against the wall.
(Get them all!)
And that one looks Jewish,
and that one's a coon!
Who let all this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
and another with spots, if I had my way,
Radio: "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday
lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the
House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is
deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in
next two or three days."
Jim: "This is it! This is really it!"
Hilda: "I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over."
Billy: Four minutes and counting.
Jim: O.K.
Billy: They pressed the button, Jim.
Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button?
Billy: The big red one.
Jim: You mean _t_h_e_ button?
Billy: Goodbye, Jim.
Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!
Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern California
summer day, It's 80 degrees ... I said balmy ... I could say bomby
... Ha! Ha!...O.K. I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only
four minutes left to us, let's use this as wisely as possible.
Molly: Everybody got someone they call home.
Jim: Out a Dodger Stadium.
It's the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are leading three to
nothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to go
surfing tomorrow, too bad.
'Phone rings.
Jim: I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth ...
O.K. good. Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are getting
are correct, this could be it. Billy, if you're listening to me,
please call now.
After a near miss on the plane
You swear you'll never fly again
After the first kiss when you make up
You swear you'll never break up again
And when you've just run a red light
Sit shaking under the street light
You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again
Sometimes I feel like going home
You swear you'll let things go by again.
Sometimes I miss the rain and the show
And you'll never toe the party line again
And when the east wind blows
Sometimes I feel like going home
Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
Molly: Goodbye little spy in the sky
The say that cameras don't lie.
Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad?
Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes, sole has no eyes
Billy: Ten, nine, eight, seven
Margaret Thatcher: Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helped
to keep the peace.
Billy: Six, five, four, three,
Ordinary Person: ...you've got a job...
Billy: Two, one
Margaret Thatcher: For nearly forty years
Jim: Goodbye, Billy.
THE TIDE IS TURNING (After Live Aid)
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world little fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
the tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War Lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
(Album: In the Flesh)
"Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body\'s final fall
Nor the barrels of death\'s rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when to the ground
The last dim star of pain, is held
But the blind indifference
Of a merciless unfeeling world
Lying in the burnt out shell
Of some Albanian farm
An old Babushka Holds a crying baby in her arms
A soldier from the other side A man of heart and pride Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
And kneels by her side He binds her wounds He gives her food And calms the crying child
She gives him absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks his way back through the broken China of her life
And there at the kerb The samaritan Serb turns..
Turns and waves.. goodbye
And each small candle Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark...
Lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle
Each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark Lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
When the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
When the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the sea rolls into greet them
When the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And the billion candles burning Lights the dark side of every human mind
You got to be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
When you're on the street
Got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You've gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and the easy smile
You have to be trusted
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control
You'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown
As you go down
All alone
Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit
That I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me
As if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake
Gotta try and shake off
This creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind
You just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
And no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
"Hello, is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now, I hear you're feeling down.
I can ease your pain and get you
on your feet again.
Relax, I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts, can you
show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding,
a distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Okay, it's just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaahhhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working good.
That'll keep you going though the show,
come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding,
a distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I can not put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, my dream is gone.
Breathe in the air
Make for the meadow and savour the grass while it lasts
By and by
Spidery fingers of industry reach for the sky
Brick upon brick, stone upon stone they grow
Choking the atmosphere, oh, so incredibly slowly
Sulphur and carbon and hydrogen sulphide and lime
Fever, corrosion and cover your cities with grime
Something is killing the land before your eyes
And the sunshine
Is not to blame
Could be the insane, inhuman games we play
Day by day
River and fool
??? (Rushing) home in a crowd, I'm alone
Close your eyes, lie still
You are a mountain stream and I am a hill
Far, far away
There is a field of blossom and bees and new mown hay
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
(switch channels)
[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."
[woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
Then the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes
I opened one eye
And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And have to admit
I was just a little afraid, Ooooo oooh yeah
But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
Waitress :"Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Trucker :"Hey...Turn the fucking Juke Box down"
Waitress :"I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?
OK you take cream and sugar?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadilllac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent-backs in sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In sucidal cavalry attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and countrucourts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And now from where I stand
Upon this hill plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
Hells Angel :"How ya doin bro?...where ya been?...where ya goin?"
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
Angels Moll :"Have a nice day"
A housewife from Encino
Whose husbend's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex you rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming
I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
"Jump" says Yoko "Oh No!
I'm too scsred and too good looking" I cried
"Go on",she says
"Why don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony all men must die"
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
Joey :"And mother wants you"
Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over
Joey :"Shane"
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
Joey :"Shane"
The bitch said something mystical "Herro"
So I stepped back on the kerb again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming again
I just cowered in the corner
My pyjama coat over my head
And she smiled as she finished her sandwich
And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history
As she brushed the remains
Of our love from the bed
And when she had turned back the covers
When all of the prayers had been read
She said "Come on over here you silly boy
Before you catch your death of cold
I was only joking
Let's leave behind the city grime
Let's not compete
It could be fine in the country
Could't it though...come on let's go"
I said "OK"
Jade :"Are we going to go now?"
Man :"Where would you like to go darling?"
Wife :"Mmm...Vermont...Wyoming (yes)"
Man :"Wyoming...uh huh, Children!"
Justin :"What?"
Man :"We're going to Wyoming
Darling...Which way is Wyoming?"
Wife :"Hook a right here
You're going the wrong way"
Man :"I know that,
I know children...
Let's see how many...Volvos we pass
On the way to our new life in the country
...One"
Hey...girl
Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
Tomorrow lets make...our new revolution
Yeah, but tonight lie still
While I plunder your sweet grave
And remember
Only the poor can be saved
Hey girl
As I've always said I prefer your lips red
Not what the good Lord made
But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't poit the finger at me
I am only a rat in a maze like you
And only the dead go free
So...please hold my hand
As we blunder through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain
Don't point
Don't point your finger at me
I awoke in a fever
The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat
She said "You've been having a nightmare
And it's not over yet"
Then she picked up the doggy in the window
The one wits the waggly tail
For the first time today
I held her naked bodu next to mine
In this hotel overlooking the Rhine
I made her mine
Ooh babe...ooh babe
Come with me and stay with me
Please stay with me
Wife :"Uh...what is it?"
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Wife :"No...I'm sleeping"
Stay with me
There were Arab with knives
At the foot of the bed
Right at the foot of the bed
Arab :"Don't cut the woman Mohamed,
I want the woman"
Oh my Good how did they get in here?
I thought we were safe home in England
She said "Come on now kid, it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong."
Man :"Oh good....Jesus"
Sleep Sleep
I know that I'm only dreaming
Man :"Leave her alone..get out..out..get out of my house"
Through closed eyes
I see West German skies on the ceiling
And I want to get back
To the girl with the rucksack
To feel her flaxen hair
I want to be there
See the sun going down
Behind Krupps steelworks
On the outskirts of some German town
Mein Host :"Gutten Abend meiner Damen und Herren Ha Ha Ha Ha
Willcommen in Konigsburg Ha Ha Ha Ha
Wollen zie danzen mit mir oder drinken Mehr Ha Ha Ha"
Thank tou but......
This young lady and I
Will just finish this bottle of wine
It was kind of you...but
I think we'll just say goodnight.
Man :"Leave us alone"
Goodnight
Man :"Leave us alone,
Could I have the key to one four three please?"
Room Clerk:"There you are"
Man :"Thenk you, goodnight"
Room Clerk:"Goodnight Sir"
Man :"Hello yes I'd like to order breakfast please
I'd like coffee for two, and toast with marmalade
Welshman : "Apperently they travelling abroad
and they picked up some hitchhikers"
Surgeon : "Drill"
Man : "Oh Good!"
Wife : "Wake up you're dreaming"
Man : "What?"
Wife : "You're dreaming"
Man : "We were moving away from the border"
Wife : "What border? Go back to sleep"
Hells Angel: "Have a nice day"
Wife : "Huh"
Hells Angel: "Have a nice day"
We were moving away from the border
Looking for somewhere to sleep
The two of us sharing the driving
Two hitchhikers slumped in the back seat
Hitchhiker : "Hello"
I sneaked a quick look in the mirror
She gawe me a smile
I said:"Is anyone hungry?"
Should we stop for a while?"
So we pulled off into a layby
Her dress blew up over her head
I said:"Would you like to come with me?"
She said something foreign under her breath
And the sun shone down on her lovely young limbs
I thought to myself she's much too good for him
I lay down beside her with tears in my eyes
So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal magnets
Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder fase
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather duii child could have drawn
While attempting a draveyard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborghini
So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map
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