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  1. talk show host

  2. the amazing sounds of orgy

  3. the bends

  4. the gloaming

  5. the national anthem

  6. the thief

  7. the tourist

  8. the trickster

  9. there there

  10. thinking about you

  11. this mess we're in

  12. trans-atlantic drawl

  13. true love waits

 

01. talk show host

I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon the surface for the birds
The birds
The birds
You want me
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
You want me
Well come on and break the door down
You want me
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready

 

02. the amazing sounds of orgy

I want to see you smile again
Like diamonds in the dust
The amazing sound of the killing hordes
The day the banks collapsed

Cease this endless chattering
Like everything is fine
And "sorry" is not good enough
Sit in the back and drive

So glad, so glad you're mine
so glad, so glad you're mine
so glad, so glad you're mine
so glad, so glad you're mine

 

03. the bends

where do we go from here?
the words are coming out all wierd
where are you now when i need you?
alone on an aeroplane
falling asleep against the window pane
my blood will thicken

i need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends?
have they all got the bends?
am i really sinking this low?

my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
and i wish it was the sixties
i wish i could be happy
i wish
i wish
i wish that something would happen..

where do we go from here?
the words are coming out all wierd
where are you now when i need you?
they brought in the cia
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me sky high.

my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
and i wish it was the sixties
i wish i could be happy
i wish
i wish
i wish that something would happen

i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
 

04. the gloaming

genie let out of the bottle
it is now the witching hour
genie let out of the bottle
it is now the witching hour
murderers, you’re murderers
we are not the same as you
genie let out of the bottle
funny how, funny how
when the walls bend, when the walls bend
with your breathing, with your breathing
when the walls bend, when the walls bend
with your breathing, with your breathing
with your breathing
they will suck you down to the other side x4
to the shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
your alarm bells, your alarm bells
shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
your alarm bells, your alarm bells
they should be ringing x12
this is the gloaming
shadows blue and red
shadows blue and red
your alarm bells
your alarm bells
shadows blue and red
shadows blue and red
we're alarming
we're alarming
and the walls bend, and the walls bend
with your breathing, with your breathing
and the walls bend, and the walls bend
what is he doin‘? what is he doin‘?
this is the gloaming x4
this is the

 

05. the national anthem

Everyone
Everyone around here
Everyone is so near
What's going on?
What's going on?

Everyone
Everyone is so near
Everyone has got the fear
What's going on?
What's going on?

What's going on?

 

06. the thief

Why must I be the thief?
Why must I be the thief?
Oh Lord please won’t you tell me,
Why must I be the thief.
Why must I be the thief
He said to the hanging man
And how come you’re the only one
That’s black around, that always stares
Why must I be the thief
He asked of the hanging man
And how come you’re the only one
Who lived with an open hand
Now why must I be the thief
You’ve cursed with many clouds
And the hanging man without his hand
Looked beyond his heart
The thief was drawn to the cross
To share that other’s fate
But the Jesus man said “Not now”
“My brother not now, it’s far too late”
(far too late) (7x)

Do what you must
Take what you can
Steal the pride from every heart,
Every angry man (3x)
I am the thief
I am the thief
And you will run
Yes and you will hide
But I’ll get you then
Yes I will
Because of you, because it’s justified.
I will get you yet
Cause it’s justified
I will get you yet
It’s justified
I will get you yet
It’s justified

 

07. the tourist

it barks at no else but me
like it's seen a ghost
i guess it seen the sparks a flowing
no one else would know
hey man slow down
slow down
idiot slow down
slow down
sometimes i get overcharged
that's when you see sparks
you ask me where the hell i'm going?
at 1000 feet per second
hey man slow down
slow down
idiot slow down
slow down
hey man slow down
slow down
idiot slow down
slow down

 

08. the trickster

Lost in the mountains
Rust in my brain
The air is sacred here
In spite of your claim
Up on the rooftops
Out of reach
Trickster is meaningless
Trickster is weak
He's talking out the world
Talking out the world

Hey, hey, hey
This is only halfway
Hey, hey, hey
This is only halfway

I wanted you so bad
I couldn't say
All things fall apart

We wanted out so bad
That we couldn't say
These things fall apart
He's talking out the world
Talking out the world

Hey, hey, hey
This is only halfway
Hey, hey, hey
This is only halfway

Truant kids
A can of brick dust worms
Who do not want to climb down from their chestnut tree
Long white gloves
Police tread carefully
Escaped from the zoo
The perfect child facsimile is

Talking out the world
Talking out the world
 

Hey, hey, hey

 

09. there there

in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape
broken branches trip me as i speak
just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
there's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (dont reach out, don't reach out x2)
stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (dont reach out, don't reach out x2)
just cos you feel it doesn't mean it;s there (there’s someone on your shoulder x2)
just coz you feel it doesn't mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder x2)
feel it
why so green
and lonely x3
heaven sent you
to me x3
we are accidents waiting
waiting to happen
we are accidents waiting
waiting to happen

 

10. thinking about you

Been thinking about you, your record's a hit
Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there
But I'm still no-one, and you're not a star
What do you care?

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Shit, I still love you, still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
When the other men are far, far better

All the things you got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes and bribed the company
To come and see you, honey

I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet
But they don't know what I know, and why should you care
When I'm not there

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Shit, I still love you, still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care
When I'm not there

All the things you got, you'll never need
All the things you got, I'm planning to please you, please you

Been thinking about you...

 

11. this mess we're in

Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me In the eye directly
You met me I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me
Night and day I dream of
Making-love
To you now baby
Love-making
On-screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise
Over the river
The freeway
Reminding Of this mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me
What were you wanting?
I just want to say
Don't ever change now baby
And thank you I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sunrise
Above skyscrapers
The sin and
This mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me

 

12. trans-atlantic drawl

I was born
For your magazines
For your magazines
I am trapped in the society page
Of your magazine
Of your magazine
I don't know what it means...
ah...
Do you see the light
At the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
Do you see the light
At the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
(trans-atlantic drawl, trans-atlantic drawl...)
tunnel...

 

13. true love waits

i'll drown my beliefs
to have your babies
iI'll dress like your niece
and wash your swollen feet

just don't leave
don't leave

and true love waits
in haunted attics
and true love lives
on lollipops and crisps

just don't leave
don't leave

i'm not living, i'm just killing time
your tiny hands, your crazy-kitten smile

just don't leave
don't leave

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