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TUBEWAY ARMY
01. Listen
To The Sirens
02. My Shadow In Vain
03. The Life Machine
04. Friends
05. Something's In The House
06. Everyday I Die
07. Steel And You
08. My Love Is A Liquid
09. Are You Real?
10. The Dream Police
11. Jo the Waiter
12. Zero Bars (Mr Smith)
CD Bonus Tracks
13. Fadeout 1930
14. Down in the Park (live)
(Lyrics on Replicas)
15. On Broadway (live)
16. Everyday I Die (live)
17. Remember I Was Vapour (live)
(Lyrics on Telekon)
"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
no image in my mirror bye bye
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
my shadow in vain...
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
i've had my time
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
And I don't think I want to stay
Something's In The House
Memories lost in the 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'
Nothing has changed
And nothing is new
These days
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
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die
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
this machine will last for my life
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
watch it grow before your eyes
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
real? real? real?
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
September she knows I can feel
Jo the Waiter
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
Give me your heart I'm so quickly gone
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
here in this bar you fade out
They say the neon lights are bright
On Broadway
They say there's always magic
In the air
But when you're walkin' down the street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off
And you're nowhere
They say the girls are something else
On Broadway
But lookin' at them
Just gives me the blues
How ya gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won't even
Shine your shoes
See [they say?] that I won't last too long
On Broadway
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home
They all say
But they're dead wrong
I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
