It's so quiet and dark and i shouldn't be here
This machine won't last for always
Just my steel friend and me i stand brave by his side
This machine is all i live for
I can see in your eyes you're not so sure about me
This machine is my voice please listen
It's so noisy and bright and i just love being here
Memories lost in faded films of my life
And a friend that used to be something special to me
Red wine and good times if you don't feel at all
There is no point in going on tonight
Something's in the house something's on the stairs
War's in the air
The queer is out of order and me i'm on the ground
But that's no place to be
Jack Burroughs says "what you doing"
"Oh me, I'm going home"
"Oh what a shame"
It was hard to avoid
I suppose it was the shame
But they didn't even try
You see we'd never met
And they didn't have names
There was nothing I could do
So I turned on the crowd
And I screamed "you and you"
"it could have been you"
And they seemed to think
That I looked that way
Or maybe I was wrong
So I said do you know mr. wall
And they looked the other way
And then they smiled at me
But the police came
And I said it was me
No one's alive
You could almost be me
What do you mean
"oh, nothing, nothing at all"
Room 8 top floor
I've seen this man before
Are you real?
Is it me, is it you
Cold metal voice
Of no one's friend it could be mine
My reflection
Is no longer me at all
Am i a fake
Of the man and are you of me
Are you real?
Is it me, is it you
Relax in a backroom
Oh me oh my oh wouldn't you
I know your face
Your connection is broken, boy
Nothing is new
Remember? i've got no time
Are you real?
Is it me, is it you
Me i've just died
But some machine keeps on humming
I'm just an extra piece of dead meat to keep running
Why won't you let me die in peace
Why won't you let me die with some kind of honour
Why won't you let me die at all
I know
You've got your principles
My body lies immobile
I left it days ago
And me i watch from somewhere as the loved ones come and go
I see them glancing at the switch
I hear them whispering "maybe it's beter that way"
I see the love turn into feelings
I know
Aren't quite the same
I see the men of learning
Pacing to and fro
But how can i expect the sane to ever know
I'd rather die than have no mind
I know my brain is gone "damage beyond repair"
I see an empty shell below me
I know
The dream police
Slogan: "What is on your mind?"
The airwave boys
Junies won't get radio time
The purist league
White trenchcoats in pre-war style
The ageing queens
Mister won't you stay a while?
In death row with Harlow
And others like you
I point my finger of
Hate at your picture and love you
And love you
The radio is talking
Is it you or me?
I must admit
It's far too late to dial police
What is your name?
We are the end of the line
Her eyes went out
Dreaming "overdose on time"
Hey you old grey eyes
Don't practise dying for real
The only one
The alarm rang for days
You could tell from conversations
I was waiting by the screen
I couldn't recognize my photograph
Me, I disconnect from you
I was walking up the stairs
Something moved in silence
I could feel his mind decaying
Only inches away from me
And I disconnect from you
Please don't turn me off
I don't know what I'm doing outside
Me and the telephone that never rings
If you were me what would you do
"Flow my tears" the new police song
The slogan of peace is "you must live"
They've got me and I'm one of them
Cancel: "silence" they screamed for days
"We've been here before, we won't stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don't mind
I don't mind
Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won't ever call again
Mister Webb there is no way out
Love this room, please don't fight your walls
Can you see I'm wasting your time
A streetcar's rusting unseen
Music hall's empty like me
But I don't care
I don't care
Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won't ever call again
If I could stay here for now
With someone just a bit like you
"Oh, no"
Maybe I would dream again
Of someone just a bit like you
"S'pose so"
Station boys keep their hands on steel
Tubeway days now seem quite unreal
It's always so close but never quite arrives
My vision's like an old film, shaky
There's nothing through my window, okay
No photo by my bedside, black/white
problems of need i need you
obscene dreams in rusty beds
no one came here tonight
i pulled on me i need to
i unstick pages and read
i look at pictures of you
i smell the lust in my hands
everyday i die
her favorite trick was to suck me inside
oh so very art nouveau
completely false feelings of love i don't
no one knows but that died years ago
i unstick pages and read
i look at pictures of you
i smell the lust in my hands
everyday i die
See the strange boy
Keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not the kind
I've got the time if you've got the money
Mister you'll be pleased you'll see
We'll meet by the tubeway
When the screamer cries eleven
And you can have your way with me
You're gonna make me feel so cold
See my one love talking to the pretty boy
I never did like her taste
My skin is rubber on a skeletal body
I'm physically going to waste
Feel my eyes and the tongue of a killer
I'm a humanoid logic machine
Don't touch me with
Your painted little fingers
'Cause I know where they've been
You're not gonna put those scabs on me
I must hide from
A thousand grinning faces
All sucking from my crazy mind
Take a ride out in my imagery of ages
And heaven know what you will find
I've no time for the chitter chatter ladies
I'm so busy trying to break this wall
Hear my words 'cause emotion now is leaving
You see I'm really not a human at all
Jo the waiter worked for me
Serving wine in basement bars
Only mad men ever stay. "Got no time."
If you're mindless please take mine
Jo the waiter held me close
Behing the door marked "gentlemen"
Just for now that's all I need
Won't someone call me friend?
Long gone. I recall good times.
I must confess I cried
We burned out and the line went dead
At six o'clock I felt so alone
I crawled inside. "Where else to go?"
Could be dead for all you know
Every I died for you
Valium boys with painted eyes
Young man need love special
I don't think I want it at all
Long gone. I recall good times.
I must confess I cried
Me I've retired to a back street flat
Picture "eyes in a cold steel frame"
The freaks arrive
Broken needles and blood
"What you on man to get those eyes?"
It's very touching I'm so close to me
False smiles I've rehearsed for days
Come inside you won't know I'm wrong
Can you see her little eyes
Can you see her little hands
Don't you think she looks just like me
Can you hear her little scream
Can you hear her little cry
Don't you think she sounds just like me
You have friends and we have reasons
I can't meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors no windows no fireplace
My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else
Did you know that my love is a liquid
I could talk to me for years
I can't speak to you at all
Did you know that friends come in boxes
Save your money buy a tube
Let your body flow inside
Watch it grow before your eyes
Do you need the service
Do you need to call me daily
Do you have reasons for calling at all
Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? I get the feeling
That you're laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As I'm aging by your window
And I focus on a light by your face
Call me `the operator'
Making comments "he's so technical"
Or "I've absolutely nothing to do"
Recycle all my photographs
I'll leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know i was there
Me, I'm so ashamed
You're all connected to my number
And the conversation's only polite
I'll wear my old Grey raincoat
Just in case you're `confidential'
Make up stories like "the screen fades away"
Today it's in a taxi
By the station, and it's raining
Slowly the thought
There is no one to replace
Came into view
And he began to cry
Now only boys
That love only boys
The perfect picture
Of a boy, girl age
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens
Gray overcoat
And he could be anyone
A random poll check
Do you ever think of women?
They broke him down
Into a torn old queen
Living somewhere
Between dead and dying
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens
There are no more
Do you begin to see?
The corner of my eye
Could give me away
Isn't it strange
How times change?
I can't imagine
Living any other way
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens
Fade to screens of violence
Like a tv screen but silent
Where the victims are all paid by the hour
Staring at the ceiling
That she gyrates all around me
I am trying to forget she's done this all before
Far too many people
For a quiet night with myself
Oh I could be anyone tonight
Focus on a feeling
I've detected while I'm sleeping
Sing a chorus of "on broadway" and deny it all
You are in my vision
I can't turn my face
You are in my vision
I can't move my eyes
You are in my vision
I can't move at all
You are in my vision
Delicate bodies
That decay beneath their clothing
Play cards in an empty house in paris
The wreckage of a hero
Lies broken in a corner
And everyone pretends they like to live that way
You are in my vision
I can't turn my face
You are in my vision
I can't move my eyes
You are in my vision
I can't move at all
I saw him turn on
Like a machine in the park
Saying `please come with me'
But you've been there before
I saw him whirr away
Into the night
Like a nightmare on wheels
Saying `never again'
I'd give it all up for you
I'd even be a number just for you
The strangest living boy
You could ever wish to see
`that's me'
Yellowed newspapers
Tell the story of someone
`do you know this man? '
Tomorrow the cure
Only police ever
See night time for real
Turn on the light
And cry `no more, no more'
I was standing outside your door
Waiting for the grey men to go
When my mind turned on me
With a vengeance I had never known
My own
Everyone heard
The voice on the radio
Saying `why move around
And waste my time'
There are no
Independents anymore
The tape is a circle
But who really cares
I saw you behind the wall
I even heard you laugh at me
You disgust me tonight
With your answer to something new
I look up and the camera eye is
Searching my room
The TV screen is calling me
But for what or whom
Please mister do be careful
I'm so fragile
Maybe they'll let me down
To Speedy's place for a while
Oh well that's too bad
Oh well that's too bad
Oh well that's too bad
Oh well that's too bad
I talk a lot, a sign of fear
I thought you should know
I can see pictures of me well
They're so-so
I'll come on to the leader
Like I'm some hero
He'll laugh and raise his dying eyes
And just tell me to go
1920 Flashbacks for an hour or more
Of crazy actors hiding
In the doorways top floor
Machines scream in anger
From a thousand dead ends
I turn my face, I crawl away,
We are all alone
That's the way it seems to be
Love is in my sight
And I can see it if you can
Where do we come from
I've been waiting for so long
We are all alone
Say you will
The lights have all gone home
And are safely tucked away
There's nothing to come between us
But the words we've got to say
Where do we come from
I've been waiting for so long
We are all alone
And now we are both here
Are we really within reach
Of the things we need to do?
C'est a ou, c'est la vie
Where do we come from
I've been waiting for so long
We are all alone
And now we can both
Spend all the time that's come our way
I'm not going to let you go
For another single day
Where do we come from
I've been waiting for so long
A radio plays `white christmas'
It's been doing that for years
If someone leaves the station
Oh please don't talk to strangers
Can't you see they're not like us
The vacant flesh of u.d.'s
Stand leaning by the walls
You can feel them thinking over
Ways of merging with the thoughts
You never dare to dream
It must have been years
It must have been years
They want to relive all my memories
Give me `the service' daily
Maybe it was mother
I can't seem to remember
Much at all these days
Picture open doorways
No pick-ups by the taxi boys
Just a bed near the window
And an old lamp by my pillow
And the things I have to do
It must have been years
It must have been years
The driver wants to touch me
He mentions all the old cop bullshit
I try to back away
But he's so strong I just can't move
Maybe I don't want to anyway
The time to leave is always `soon'
I wonder if I'm lying
A vague feeling of panic
As a man leaves saying "thank you"
I blame it all on you
It must have been years
Fadeout 1930 era
I never really tried you out
But all my friends who used to be
Just never had the time for me
You can change your colours
I'll just change my point of view
I'll live a lie to prove my point
Or I'll turn all my thought to you
Fadeout 1930
Keep a low profile
Strange how it gets around
Out of sight, Out of mind
I look through me, I'm out of mine
Everything I say, I've heard
And nothings mine except my wall
Do you being (begin?) to see (Do You Begin To See)
There really is no me at all
Fadeout 1930
Please don't feel scared
Nothing's ever quite what it seems
I hope the sadness doesn't show
For I still cling to some old dreams
Private thoughts just to you
My head liked private ways
I've never tried so hard before
My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out
Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
In zero bars
Even time no longer seems willing to try
Please look around
Empty faces that never quite die
Don't be surprised
Their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes
Nothing is real
If you break down and cry they won't even stare
Nobody feels
It's far too risky to admit that you care
My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
We have a random on the west side
Personality malfunction
He says, "I can't give you anything at all
Just a room with a bad view of you"
He sent a letter to a downstat
Saying sorry that I missed you
But I can't think of anything to do
He's addicted to the time track
We have a technical
We have a technical
He's in a hotel where they all go
Saying, "Boy, I've lost my memory"
It's so surprising just how quickly things can end
Like a hero on a platform of friends
This table is so crowded
With people that I don't know
And I never really turn my thoughts on you
So the image breaks down again
We have a technical
We have a technical
I suppose it's very shady
At least until the lights go out
Advertising posters on the wall
And the young boys singing softly
Do they ever come back
Or is it always at the wrong time?
I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real
And move a hand in front of my eyes
We have a technical
We have a technical
We have a technical
Here in my room
Where the paint dries like your face
I'm still confusing love with need
Tonight at 10
I'll cry for a while
They'll get me for sure
It's just a question of time
We're the crazies
Some things I do
I feel so ashamed
But I have run of points of view
The man is a thinker
Who thought that he died
Just sits in the corner
Looking somewhat surprised
We're the crazies
I only exterminate
In my spare time
I fight the machine for the passers by
I know I'm wrong
But what makes you right
The simple solution is to end it all
Only a downstat
Personality problem
He would say things like 'I love you'
And cry real tears
Met him in some place
Like a home for old mothers
Where the cure is always death
But no-one ever leaves
He wore a number 7
Badge on his collar
He would show it with pride
And say 'it means I can feel'
He'd bribe the warders
To send letters to someone
Who didn't even know his name
But said she'd read them anyway
And in the evening (?)
He writes poetry for people
Who deny he's alive
And say 'I'll mention that name'
A violator of the law of no feelings
They should be put in the chair
Until their eyes come in (?)
If you have reasons
I might sell you my time
I'll leave it under the stairs
In a body of mine
Old memories are slowly fading out of me
Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars
Who are far too old
And no-one ever told me
That I could be so cold
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground
And beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy
Trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother
And wanders out into the street
I saw her going down underneath
A thousand people's running feet
Bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms
Hope it lasts all night
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army
And prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars
You hide where you can
And me I know just where you are, you see
I'm a bomber man
Bombers fight at zero feet
Stroll to the cafe
My god how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies
I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine
So i hang from the ceiling
Or i sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares
Faces at random
I quote people i knew
I'd love to be like me
If i could feel like you
Here am i more roche five than pain
Here am i just me and my walls to blame
Here am i i really don't feel quite sane
Here am i still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door i only think in black and white
I'll even try to look ashamed
Moving out of central
Somebody knows me well
Says he'll spill the whole story
He may be lying i can't tell
Meet me inside
I'll keep my head to the floor
And one hand on the handle
Of the mad/sane door
Here am i more roche five than pain
Here am i just me and my walls to blame
Here am i i really don't feel quite sane
Here am i still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door i only think in black and white
I'll even try to look ashamed
My shadow in vain my shadow in vain
My shadow in vain my shadow in vain
Down in the park
Where the machmen
Meet the machines
And play 'Kill by numbers'
Down in the park
With a friend called 'Five'
I was in a car crash
Or was it the war
But I've never been
Quite the same
Little white lies
Like 'I was there'
Come to 'Zom Zoms'
A place to eat
Like it was built
In one day
You can watch the humans
Trying to run
Oh look
There's a rape machine
I'd go outside
If he'd look the other way
You wouldn't believe
The things they do
Down in the park
Where the chant is
'Death, death, death'
Until the sun cries morning
Down in the park
With friends of mine
We are not lovers
We are not romantics
'We are here to serve you'
A different face
