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Icehouse
We Can Get Together
Fatman
Sister
Walls
Can't Help Myself
Skin
Sons
Boulevarde
Nothing To Do
Not My Kind
It's always cold inside the icehouse though the rivers never freeze there's a girl outside the icehouse I can see her clearly though the trees and now she's dreaming of a new love and she hopes he'll be there soon but she's got so long to wait for him because he needs another year to get there there's no love inside the icehouse The devil lives inside the icehouse at least that's what the old ones say he came along time ago he came here in the winter snow now it's colder every day but she's still dreaming through the summer and she's hoping through the spring she says she's got no time for winter nights she doesn't notice as the days grow colder she can't remember getting any older there's no love inside the icehouse and now she's dreaming of a new love and she hopes he'll be there soon she says she's got no time for winter nights she doesn't notice as the days grow colder she can't remember getting any older there's no love inside the icehouse
There must be something we can talk about and maybe there's something here that we can do no matter what your friends say, don't go too far remember there's just one thing whenever you come this way you know I wouldn't get you down I just like talking to you It's raining outside I shake my shoes, downstairs you never stop dancing you don't make much sense no matter what your friends say don't go too far remember there's just one thing whenever you come this way maybe we can get together we can get together you know I wouldn't get you down I just like talking to you maybe we can get together we can get together later sometime you can buckle my shoes you can pick up my sticks you can knock on my door there must be something we can talk about maybe there's something here we can do don't go back home, babe don't go too far remember there's just one thing whenever you come this way maybe we can get together we can get together you know I wouldn't get you down I just like talking to you maybe we can get together we can get together later sometime you can buckle my shoes you can pick up my sticks you can knock on my door you know I walk in the rain I said it rains in my heart you ought to be in my shoes won't you open that door we can get together we can get together baby, we can get together we can get together later sometime you can buckle my shoes you can pick up my sticks why don't you open that door
Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman On Second Avenue, night life is second nature Black jazz in numbers land Affairs are all night long The girl's best friend is a fatman He gives her pearls and diamonds Sometimes she looks so blown away She hangs her head against the window Toasting brandies to her shadow Champagne from Paris, France Cigars, the best Havana The boys don't like the way you do things They might not understand I don't want to hear about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to read about the details in the paper St. Valentine's Day blows away Leaves a fatman by the window Looking straight along the barrel Fatman, fatman, give me the gun Fatman, you're not fooling anybody Fatman, fatman, give me the gun Don't be like that baby You're just no fun Fatman, fatman, give me the gun Fatman, you're not fooling anybody Fatman, fatman, give me the gun Don't be like that baby You're just no fun Pink champagne from Paris, France Cigars, the best Havana On Second Avenue, affairs are all night long I don't want to hear about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to read about the details in the paper St. Valentine's Day blows away Leaves the fatman by the window, looking straight along the barrel Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman You're not fooling anybody Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman You're not fooling anybody Fatman, fatman, give me the gun Don't be like that baby, You're just no fun. Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman You're not fooling anybody Fatman, fatman, give me the gun Don't be like that baby, You're just no fun.
There's something you ought to know about the latest model she's not the usual kind she's made of mindless metal she's not exactly normal chorus: but I don't care she's got to be the one got to be the two got to be the three got to be the four behind the scanners and tapes she's programmed for perfection but sometimes simple mistakes get by without detection her figures need correction [chorus] Don't stand there takin' it shake it up, Sister you've got nobody else but yourself, Sister Don't stand there takin' it shake it up, Sister one, two, three, four give it hell take it in work it out shake it up, Sister There's something you ought to know about her calculation behind the needles and lights she hears the faded data selects a random sample the sample says I've got to be the one got to be the two got to be the three got to be the four
Listen if you listen you will hear an endless heartbeat on the inside through the walls the sound is crawling down the corridors and halls it cracks the ceiling the windows and the doors all the rest won't listen though the walls have ears but they never really look they just stand and stare they're all standing staring at the walls who put the writing on the walls? will no-one ever know? Oh, well I don't mind the walls Tell me why don't you tell me? have you got nothing to say? tell me where in hell this place is tell me why I get no answers am I talking, taking to the walls? so it's running, jumping, standing still well I think I've had enough of it all get your hands up up against the wall (well, I'm never going back to the factory no I'll never be a part of the machinery) who put the writing on the wall? who fights and runs away? the minutes and the hours pass him tracing out the days the days and nights drag into years and no-one ever knows Oh, well I don't mind the walls Oh, well I don't mind the walls I don't mind the walls
She comes walking down the street That's the kind, hey, That's the kind I want to meet I think I'm making it up I should be putting it down and it's beginning to show I get it fixed in my head and it won't let go Oh, I can't help myself when I feel this way I want to be someone else When I get this feeling it gets in my system I can't put the brakes on Now she's walking next to me that's the place, yeah, that's the place I want to be I think I'm making it up I should be putting it down and it's beginning to show I get it fixed in my head and it won't let go
The masquerader in the mirror appears to be a certain stranger to me he slips a film of glow through glow on his hand and paints my features where his face ought to be young flesh, young frame slow pulse, no pain inside my fit on skin sometimes I wonder just where to begin I need action inside my fit on skin I make a novel of everything it's like fiction inside my fit on skin another side of my twin The face he fits is unmistakably mine without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime the story always reads exactly the same I need my live protection all the time
We don't know this place this wasted stretch of land and these steaming horizons it's locked in our past it's stragely so familiar like a scar on our memory no sign of the ancient heroes who gave us this one last hour it's so still, there's so few of us here there's no sound here at all the last light disappears with the Sons of decay the ones left to stay For years we were lost we slept as systems stored us they sealed in our orders we woke up alone in this silence and this space as if nothing happened no sign of the ancient heroes who left us this one long hour it's so still, there's so few of us here love, I'm feeling so small, all night just waiting here with the Sons of decay the ones left to stay
The Paris hearts all line the boulevarde she shows her hand and says, "please take a card" bouquets and lace a femme fatale face she breaks the hearts along the boulevarde but beggers buy love on the boulevarde and red light stains the stairs and life is hard God only knows it never pays 'cause they all die young on the boulevarde