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Europa
Live It Up
Here's Looking At You
The Tide Is High
Angels On The Balcony
Go Through It
Do The Dark
Rapture
Faces
T-Birds
Walk Like Me
Follow Me
Based on the desire for total mobility
and the serious physical pursuit of religious freedom,
the auto drove mankind further than the wheel and,
in remote areas even today,
is forbidden as a device too suspect for human conveyance.
This articulate conception has only brought us all more of the same,
thoughtlessly locked into phase two gridlock, keyed up,
on it's rims,and abandoned on the expressway.
Your old lover's lying in the gutter.
He used to be such an all night strutter.
"Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter, "Oh, my dear, it seems to
flutter."
It's so hard to say, "No," when the deck is stacked to only go slow.
It's easy sweet to live it up.
An easy street when you've had enough.
Darkened night, splashing light, soft and white and so polite.
Let him in, beneath the rim, beneath the skin, your next of kin.
Cleansing fire, funeral pyre, broken wire grown inside her.
Secret hush, swollen rush, it's soft and plush.
It's so plush.
You know it's so passe to sleep without you every day.
So easy to do your stuff, so easy to live it up.
As I sit staring into this liquid amber,
ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just wanna jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
Oh, alright.
Hit it boys!
My initials sprayed across a pavement cut into your private interview.
Talk to me now.
Step into my room, we'll have a word or two.
If I ever had a million dollars and if I didn't give it all to you would you lose
interest?
Show me indifference?
Foot in another shoe?
Not very high heels.
Not wearing sneakers too.
A magazine ad, a printed canvas, a basic new shade blue suede shoe.
Thought I'd like to have a little party.
Thought I'd like to have a little do.
Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment, honey, here's looking at you!
I'll stop my drinking (give you my promise true), clean out the closet, be existential,
and cast a vote for the president too.
But for the action of the moment, nothing does what it ought to do.
Instant depression, I learned my lesson, nothing that I'd rather do.
Come on over my place.
Can't see him sideways.
Honey, here's looking at you.
The tide is high but I'm holding on.
I'm gonna be your number one.
I'm not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh, no.
It's not the things you do that tease and hurt me bad,
but it's the way you do the things you do to me.
Every girl wants you to be her man, but I'll wait, my dear,
'till it's my turn.
Afterglow in a distant row.
The door is open and the lights are cold.
The children come in here and they dare the ghost,
like a fire burning in a stone.
Silent light in the theatre's sky.
Phantom cigarette and a silent cry.
The door swings open and it's cold outside.
Run and hide, run and hide.
They can still see him singing on the corner.
Singing songs that never fade away,
fade into the kids that come along.
Memory in a silent seat.
Melody on a long retreat.
Like an angel on a balcony.
Like an angel on a balcony.
She knew it about Route Three.
Oh, she blew it, you know she coulda told me.
He can't say no, he can't ask why.
Go through it, highway bride.
He delivers, he's a roadsider.
He gets no road from a back seat driver.
Away we go, yes or no?
I love you honey, gimme a beer.
But just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me.
And I've got no defense, but it makes no difference.
'Cause just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me.
She does it easy, like a C.B.
He's hard to hold on the rolling road.
He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock.
Ten miles to go, oh, radio.
She knew it, now so does he.
Well, I love you honey, gimme a beer.
Ooh, go through it, come sit right here.
There you are, giving candy.
Making confidence with an easy eye.
Easy words... oh, what a dancer.
Dance you right into the corner in the fire.
Do the dark apostle.
Do the sidewalk hustle.
Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire.
Walk on glass with the master.
There's no question he can't answer with his eyes.
What a stage, oh what a dancer.
Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes.
When you break the rules and you burn your bridges,
And your fingers itch and they're getting wet when you look at her.
Do the dark apostle.
Do the sidewalk hustle.
Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire.
Walk on glass, walk on fire.
Toe to toe, dancing very close.
Body breathing almost comatose.
Wall to wall, people hypnotized.
And they're stepping lightly.
Hang each night, in rapture.
Back to back, sacroiliac.
Spineless movement and a wild attack.
Face to face, sightless solitude.
And it's finger popping.
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture.
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly.
D.J. spinning, I said, "My, My."
Flash is fast, flash is cool.
Francois, c'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all night and then you see a light.
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground.
And out comes the man from Mars.
And you try to run but he's got a gun.
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
And then you're in the man from Mars.
You go out at night eating cars.
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too.
Mercurys and Subaru.
And you don't stop.
You keep on eating cars.
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars.
He's eating bars.
Yeah, wall to wall.
Door to door.
Hall to hall.
He's gonna eat 'em all.
Rapture.
Be pure.
Take a tour through the sewer.
Don't strain your brain.
Paint a train.
You'll be singing in the rain.
Said don't stop to the punk rock.
Well now you see what you wanna be.
Just have your party on T.V.
'Cause the man from Mars
won't eat up bars where the T.V's on.
And now he's gone back up to space where
he won't have a hassle with the human race.
And you hip hop.
And you don't stop.
Just blast off, sure shot.
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars
And now he only eats guitars.
Get up!
Faces cracked for reason beyond
recognition.
His space is at the Palace.
He sleeps for twenty five cents.
Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag.
It ain't nine to five.
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp.
He poses like a dead man.
The night train passes by.
Money's not the answer for princes and dancers.
He's standing under street lights.
He's thinking of his old life.
He lost his pretty young wife.
The corner is his big plan.
His brunch with Jim and jitters.
Boston blue laws ain't for shitters.
And newsprint is for cheaters.
Cement mattress for believers.
Now he's shooting power curves.
His buddies think he's got some nerve.
Missus Face had other lovers.
Her arms smothered other numbers.
He freezes.
Christmas season, all Saints protect him.
His face is cracked for reason beyond recognition.
Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, T-birds.
You show, you show, whiplash go.
You show, you show, T-birds. Mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
On the dot in the slot, tie the knot.
On the dot timed kisses.
In the slot on the dot, tie the knot.
In the slot, no misses.
Mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun conquerer.
Two thousand years ago...
Black sun worshipper.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up plumed serpent.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up, my T-bird.
Serpent curl.
T-bird, rule the world.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun born again.
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird.
We don't wear that uniform;
paper men from pages torn right off the press :
suits for the regime.
The media's gone and had a baby.
Seventh wave, another navy.
I live in America: gridlock on the street.
Tell that girl you like her badge.
Tell that man you're the Nazz.
Tell them you're not the last walking in parade.
Dressed to test you up the road.
Tighter than the latest clothes.
Close the circle, walk in row, walking in parade.
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Carrying the standard stick and marrying the politik.
You won't know tomorrow what went down today.
Look at me; I'm in tune: references around my room.
Just another secret school, another cycle going by.
You never looked like that.
Don't look like me.
Don't take it back.
You never had a name like that, never had a color.
Walking like a millionaire.
walking on imported air.
Change the way you comb your hair and watch what you walk under.
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Far from day, far from night, out of
time,
out of sight, in between earth and sea, we shall fly.
Follow me.
Dry the rain, warm the snow where winds never go.
Follow me.
Follow me to a cave by a sapphire shore where
we'll walk through an emerald door,
and for thousands of breathless
"evermore"s my life you will be.
Only you.
Only I.
World farewell.
World goodbye.
To our home 'neath the sea we shall fly.
Follow me.