• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• B Movie - Elvis Costello
• B Movie - Delbert McClinton
• B Movie - Gil Scott Heron
• B Movie - The Go-Go's
• Remembrance Day - B-movie
• Switch On - Switch Off - B-movie
• Marilyn Dreams - B-movie
• Institution Walls - B-movie

I found America hiding in the corner of my wallet
It's a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it
Before they make me spit out the truth
Before they find you're lying about your youth
B movie, that's all you are to me
Just a soft soap story
Don't want the woman to adore me
You can't stand it when it goes from real to reel
Too real too real
You can't stand it when I throw punch lines you can feel
All the time, there's a rule book in Brittania
That no one ever waives
And everybody's on the make
It's not your heart I want to break
Turn out the lights
I'm thinking that I want to go to sleep now
Just give me a promise that I'm supposed to keep now
I don't want some fool asking me why

Caught a ride into South Dakota,
With two girls in a light blue Desoto,
You know one's name was Jane,
The other was plain,
But they both had racing motors.
Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife,
She had a brand new laid down Rambler.
She stopped outside of town,
Laid the rambler down,
Said she sure could dig it if I rode her,
Said she sure could dig it if I rode her.
Doing my best to get back to you,
Ain't nothing' I'd rather do.
Look for me Sunday,
Gonna be there, honey,
With something special just for you.
Yeah a little something special just for you.
At a truck stop for toothpick and water,
Caught a ride with a fruit picker's daughter,
I drove her through the night,
While the fruit got ripe,
She gave me all I could eat for a quarter.
Next I hopped a train with a hobo woman,
Said she was from Texas too.
The way she did, what she did,
what she did, what she did to me,
made me think of you.
Yeah honey made me think of you.
Doing my best to get back to you,
Ain't nothing I'd rather do,
Look for me Sunday,
Hope I'll be there, honey
With something special just for you,
Yeah a little something special just for you
Bet all my money on a race horse baby
One they said can't lose.
Now I'm walking down here,
in the freezing rain
Trying to get to you, trying to get to you.
Doing everything I know how to do
I'm down here in the freezing rain, honey
Trying to get to you,
Yeah just trying to get to you.
Doing everything, everything I know how to do
Walking down here in the freezing rain, honey
Trying to get to you,
Yeah trying to get to you.
And I'm walking and I'm talking to myself
And it's raining and I'm freezing me to death
thinking 'bout you babe

Well, the first thing I want to say is: Mandate my ass!
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not even 26% of the American people, but 26% of the registered voters form a mandate or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy and 3, 4% voted for somebody else who might have been running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I said about Reagan, I meant it. Acted like an actor. Hollyweird. Acted like a liberal. Acted like General Franco when he acted like governor of California, then he acted like a Republican. Then he acted like somebody was going to vote for him for president. And now we act like 26% of the registered voters is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer to a consumer. And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune, the consumer has got to dance. That's the way it is. We used to be a producer - very inflexible at that, and now we are consumers and, finding it difficult to understand. Natural resources and minerals will change your world. The Arabs used to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world. This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now.
The idea concerns the fact that this country wants nostalgia. They want to go back as far as they can - even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue at the last possible moment. The day of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse - or the man who always came to save America at the last moment - someone always came to save America at the last moment - especially in "B" movies. And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald Reagan and it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at -like a "B" movie.
Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When the cavalry came straight away and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous "B" movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper "The Defensive" Weinberger - no more animated choice is available. The director will be Attila the Haig, running around frantically declaring himself in control and in charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called "Voodoo Economics" by George "Papa Doc" Bush. Music by the "Village People" the very military "Macho Man."
"Company!!!"
"Macho, macho man!"
"Two-three-four."
"He likes to be .. well, you get the point."
"Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left, right, left, right…!"
A theme song for saber-rallying and selling wars door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne. Clichés abound like kangaroos - courtesy of some spaced out Marlin Perkins, a Reagan contemporary. Clichés like, "itchy trigger finger" and "tall in the saddle" and "riding off or on into the sunset." Clichés like, "Get off of my planet by sundown!" More so than clichés like, "he died with his boots on." Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough the man is. Cagney tough the man is. Hollywood tough the man is. Cheap steak tough. And Bonzo's substantial. The ultimate in synthetic selling: A Madison Avenue masterpiece - a miracle - a cotton-candy politician…Presto! Macho!
"Macho, macho man!"
Put your orders in America. And quick as Kodak your leaders duplicate with the accent being on the dupes - cause all of a sudden we have fallen prey to selective amnesia - remembering what we want to remember and forgetting what we choose to forget. All of a sudden, the man who called for a blood bath on our college campuses is supposed to be Dudley "God-damn" Do-Right?
"You go give them liberals hell Ronnie." That was the mandate to the new Captain Bligh on the new ship of fools. It was doubtlessly based on his chameleon performance of the past: as a Liberal Democrat. As the head of the Studio Actor's Guild, when other celluloid saviors were cringing in terror from McCarthy, Ron stood tall. It goes all the way back from Hollywood to hillbilly. From Liberal to libelous, from "Bonzo" to Birch idol, born again. Civil rights, women's rights, gay rights: …it's all wrong. Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom gone wild. God damn it, first one wants freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom.
Nostalgia, that's what we want…: the good ol' days, when we gave'em hell. When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it. To a time when movies were in black and white, and so was everything else. Even if we go back to the campaign trail, before six-gun Ron shot off his face and developed hoof-in-mouth. Before the free press went down before full-court press, and were reluctant to review the menu because they knew the only thing available was...Crow.
Lon Chaney, our man of a thousand faces: no match for Ron. Doug Henning does the make-up; special effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Glue; transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller of Remote Control Company. Their slogan is, "Why wait for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush."
So much for the good news….
As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers: racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot. The House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money is scarce, and common sense is at an all-time low on heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever, and now no one is looking, because we're starring in a "B" movie. And we would rather had...John Wayne. We would rather had...John Wayne.
"You don't need to be in no hurry.
You ain't never really got to worry.
And you don't need to check on how you feel.
Just keep repeating that none of this is real.
And if you're sensing, that something's wrong,
Well just remember, that it won't be too long
Before the director cuts the scene. yea."
"This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie."
[Refrain repeated approximately 20 times]
"This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,

B-Movie
Music by Jane Lyrics by Charlotte
I want to live in a b-movie
I want to say all the corney lines
I want passion and a make believe man
I want non stop romance all the time
I'll exist on the egde of extremes
Hate or love never in between
There's nostopping me now
Feelings gonna be my reason for being
Why can't my life be
Emotion and sentimentality
Soft lights, champagne and you and me
We'll write down our scenarios
Stare into each others souls
Be a rebel just like James Dean
I won't know hw to say it
But you'll know what I mean
We'll exist on the edge of extremes
Hate or love never in between
There's no stopping us now
Feelings going to be our reason for being
A handsome love to send me flowersmidnight walks in summer showers
Living in a b-movie

In the forest, in the snow
All those many years ago
Hailstones and epitaphs
All these body bags and half-mast flags
In the cemetery where they fell
All those many years ago
Now it's just a memory
Eroded by the years.
Forgotten heroes underground
Wrinkled faces gathered round
Hailstones and epitaphs
Roses on a barbwire fence
Winter landscape, never change,
Oh it must have been the same
In the forest, in the snow
All those many years ago
Remembrance Day
All they have is memories
Photographs in silver frames
Remembrance Day
Lost forever in a field,
In a foreign land, many miles away.
In the forest, in the snow
All those many years ago.
Bombs and victims blown sky high
Buried where they lie
A generation underground
Wrinkled faces gathered round
Won't ever bring them back
Never bring them back
Remembrance Day

With a heartbeat and a breath
As much emotion as a silhouette
Switching on then switching off
Like machinery devoid of love
Switch on – switch off
Switch on – switch off
With a footstep on the ice
On the other side is paradise
That’s the risk we have to take
Or we never move away from base
The hands on the clock were going
Round and round and round and round
Time is crawling on its knees today
Switch on, love flows through your eyes
Switch off, love goes and we lie again
Lie again, lie again oh oh oh !
With a promise written in your heart
Take a mighty jump into the dark
Face the fear, face to face

Don’t cry my doll
And I’ll rock you to sleep
In your house we’ll shut away
Your halo becomes your noose
Your halo becomes your noose
Marilyn Dreams
Fame, I’ve had fame
And I’ve raced towards the sun
Now I’m there
It’s like Icarus’ halo becomes your noose
Your hallo becomes your noose
Marilyn Dreams
Who killed Marilyn
It was Norma Jean
It was ………

Random thoughts spinning in my head
Odd fragments that wont make any sense
I revolve in circles but no-one touches me
So I stand like a statue guarding my territory
And there’s no escape from the institution walls
Never the same for consecutive days
My body movements echo this limp malaise
I search for answers but no-one wants to play
Such strange sadness here it comes again