ICEHOUSE

Icehouse
We Can Get Together
Fatman
Sister
Walls
Can't Help Myself
Skin
Sons
Boulevarde
Nothing To Do
Not My Kind

Icehouse

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

We Can Get Together

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, 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.

Sister

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

Walls

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

Can't Help Myself

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

Skin

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

Sons

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

Boulevarde

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

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