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I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins Like dolphins can swim Though nothing Will keep us together We can beat them For ever and ever Oh, we can be heroes Just for one day I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing Will drive them away We can be heroes Just for one day We can be us Just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns shot above our heads And we kissed as though nothing could fall And the shame Was on the other side Oh, we can beat them For ever and ever Then we can be heroes Just for one day We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes Just for one day

For the priceless man Who suffers gloom So slow Eyes were stolen For her A sleeping sky Takes the moon So slow I would slide away Further out to sea Further out to sea So she She saw me smile Feeling like I’d never been She saw me smile Feeling like I’d never been In love Feeling like I’d never been The only one and all alone The only one and all alone

Im having so much love Too bad my back had gone Boogie down with David now Id give my house in the country, if youd slept, its so funky Im dancing in the street Ive torn the shoes from my feet Its got me dirty and sweet Its got you reeling and rocking, wont you let the slender thing in? I think its all I can do Just got me feeling you too Give a little, take a little, give a little back Jumping John, the great goose is gone Got a lion in my hand, a Charlie on my back Im only dancing Im only dancing Ooh, get you with me Ah ha ha ha ha have you heard the news? President has got the blues I tell you comfortably If he gives it to you, hed better take it from me I pick up your bones Leave the numbers alone Get off your telephones Look the people in the eye, tell them my oh my Let your backbone slide, buddy whistle and cry La da la le la Mmm hmm hmm Im only dancing Im only dancing I lost my fear And Im on my war Please dance with me Please dance with me Im only dancing , Im only dancing Im only Im only dancing , Im only dancing Im only Cant see nor hear, I lost my beer Cha-Charlie dance on Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, cause Got white light, got black light Got white light, lay your dance on Im only, Im only, Im only I got, I got hey , hey hey Lay your dance on me Lay your dance on me Lay your dance on me, hey Gotta give me know Gotta give me know , Gotta give me know hey, hey , hey, hey Lockin it fine, makin it mine Lockin it fine, makin it mine Lockin it fine, making it!

Please dont tear this world asunder Please take back this fear were under I demand a better future Or I might just stop wanting you I might just stop wanting you Please make sure we get tomorrow All this pain and all the sorrow I demand a better future Or I might just stop needing you I might just stop needing you Give my children sunny smiles Give them moon and cloudless skies I demand a better future Or I might just stop loving you Loving you, loving you When we talk, we talk to you When we walk, we walk to you From factory to field How many tears must fall Down there below Nothing is moving I might just stop wanting you I might just stop needing you I might just stop loving you I demand a better future I demand a better future I demand a better future For I might just stop loving you Loving you, loving you I demand a better future I demand a better future I demand a better future For I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you I demand a better future

There is a happy land where only children live They dont have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup Theres a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves Its a secret place and adults arent allowed there Mr. Grownup Go away sir Charlie Brown gots half a crown, hes going to buy a kite Jimmys ill with chicken pox, and Tommys learned to ride his bike Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, hes so small we dont notice him He gets in the way but we always let him play with us Mother calls, but we dont hear Theres lots more things to do Its only 5 oclock, and were not tired yet But we will be, very shortly Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away Tommys mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray There is a happy land where only children live Youve had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup Go away sir Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup

Up until one century ago there lived In the Zi Duang province of an eastern country A glass-like spider Having devoured its prey It would drape the skeletons over its web In weeks creating a macabre shrine of remains Its web was also unique, in that it had many layers Like floors in a building At the top of this palace-like place Assembled with almost apparent care Were tiny, shining objects Glass, beads, dewdrops One could almost call it an altar When the breeze blew through this construction It produced sounds of wailing, crying Tiny wails, tiny cries The baby spiders would get scared And search frantically for their mother But the glass spider would have long gone Having known that the babies Would survive somehow on their own Oh, the glass spider had blue eyes almost like a humans They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries Dont you hear this wasted cry, life is over you But youve seen whos in Heaven, is there anyone in Hell? Mommy come back because its dark now Take care, take care Somewhere she glows divine, somewhere she wakes alone But you, youve promised in your loving eye God its dark now Gone, Gone the waters all gone Stay low on the ground The fire can drive you, savage and afraid Spitting the dawn, come along before the animals awake Run, run, weve been moving all night, rivers to the left If your mama dont love ya then the riverbed might Gone, gone, the waters all gone Gone gone the waters all gone Mommy come back cause the waters all gone Gone gone the waters all gone Mommy come back cause the waters all gone Gone gone the waters all gone Mommy come back cause the waters all gone Mommy come back because its dark now Mommy come back cause the waters all gone Mommy come back because its dark now Mommy come back cause the waters all gone Mommy come back because its dark now

I was Ramona A. Stone I started with no enemies of my own I was an artiste In a tunnel But Ive been having a MIDI-life crisis And Ive been dreaming in a sleep And ape men with metal parts Ive spat upon deeply felt age Ive hid my hearts in And I hate the funny colored english Well creep together you and I For I know who the small friends are I am with name, I am with name I am Ramona A. Stone A night fear female Good timing drone I am with name, I am with name I am with name, I am with name I am Ramona A. Stone She should say: twitch & stream Itll end in chrome Night of the female Good time drone I am with name I am Ramona A. Stone I am with name I am Ramona A. Stone A person who loses a name Feels anxiety descending Left at the crossroads, between the centuries A millenium fetish I am with name, I am with name I am Ramona A. Stone I am with name Night fear female Good timing drone I am with name I am Ramona A. Stone Anxiety descending

Oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh dont ask why, no dont ask why For we must find the next whiskey bar Or if we dont find the next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh moon of Alabama, its time to say goodbye Weve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey or you know why Oh moon of Alabama, its time to say goodbye Weve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey or you know why Oh show us the way to the next little dollar Oh dont ask why, oh dont ask why For we must find the next little dollar Or if we dont find the next little dollar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh moon of Alabama, its time to say goodbye Weve lost our good old mama And must have dollar or you know why Oh moon of Alabama, its time to say goodbye Weve lost our good old mama And must have dollar or you know why Oh show us the way to the next little girl Oh dont ask why, no dont ask why For we must find the next little girl Or if we dont find the next little girl I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh moon of Alabama, its time to say goodbye Weve lost our good old mama And must have little girl or you know why Oh moon of Alabama its time to say auf wiedersehen Weve lost our good old mama And must have little girl or you know why You know why You know why

Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop Where do we go from here? Theres something in the sky Shining in the light Spinning and far away Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop, Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, , Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop, Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, , Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop Looking for satellites Looking for satellites Where do we go to now? Theres nothing in our eyes As lonely as a moon Misty and far away Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop, Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, , Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop, Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, , Boys Own Slim tie, Showdown, Cant stop Looking for satellites Looking for satellites Where do we go from here?

Test, testing, testing This, hmmm, Grace is my name And and I was...um It was that phot... a fading photograph of a patch..., a patchwork quilt And theyve put me on these Ramona put me on These interest drugs So Im thinking very too bit too fast like a brain hatch And ah they wont let me see anybody If I want to sometimes ... and I ask I can still hear some pop...popular musics and aftershocks. See Ive been watching a television of um In the homelands Thats the new homelands and um thats all I can remember And now they just want me to be quiet And I think something is going to be horrid

Hope little girl Come blow me away I dont care much I win anyway Just a dog Im God damn rich An exploding man When I talk in the night Theres oil on my hands What a dog Fall dog is cruel and smart Smart time breaks the heart Full dog bombs the moon Devil in a market place Devil in your bleeding face Full dog bombs the moon What a dog Theres always a moron Someone to hate A corporate tie A wig and a date Just a dog These blackest of years That have no sound No shape, no depth No underground What a dog Fall dog is cruel and smart Smart time breaks the heart Full dog bombs the moon A devil in the market place A devil in your bleeding face Full dog bombs the moon What a dog

Now we can talk in confidence Did you guess that weve been done wrong Lies jumped the queue to be first in line Such a shameless design He thinks hes well screened from the man at the top Its a shame that his children disagree They coolly decide to sell him down the line Daddys brainwashing time Hes a dodo, no no didnt hear it from me Hes a dodo, no no didnt hear it from me Shes quite enthralled with the childhood of yore When a unit was a figure not a she When lovers chose each other now the perks are due Another memo to screw Shes a dodo, no no didnt hear it from me Shes a dodo, no no didnt hear it from me Can you wipe your nose my child without them spotting in your file a photograph Can you sleep alone at night wake to find the scorching light of neighbor Jim Hes come to turn you in Another dodo, no no, didnt hear it from me Another dodo, no no, didnt hear it from me Another do, do Didnt hear it from me

David: hello...... youre the new butler? Bing: hahaha! well, its been a long time since ive been the new anything! David: whats happened to hudson? Bing: i guess hes changing David: yeah, he does that a lot, doesnt he? uhm... oh, im david bowie, i live Down the road Bing: oh! David: sir percival lets me use his piano if he not around. hes not around, is He? Bing: i can honestly say i havent seen him, but come on in! come in! David: but uh... Bing: come on in! David: are you related to sir percival? Bing: well, distantly... David: oh, youre not the poor relation from america, right? Bing: ha! gee... news sure travels fast, doesnt it? im bing David: oh, im pleased to meet you. youre the one that sings, right? Bing: well, right or wrong, i sing either way David: oh well, i sing too Bing: oh good! what kind of singing? David: mostly the contemporary stuff. do you eh... do you like modern music? Bing: oh, i think its marvellous! some of its really fine. but tell me, have you ever listened to any of the older fellows? David: oh yeah, sure. i like ah... john lennon and the other one with eh...harry Nilsson Bing: mmm... you go back that far, uh? David: yeah, im not as young as i look Bing: haha, none of us is these days! David: in fact ive got a six year old son. and he really gets excited around the christmas holiday-thing Bing: do you go in for anything of the traditional things in the... boy, household, christmas time? David: oh yeah, most of them really. presents, tree, decorations, agents sliding down the chimney... Bing: what?? David: oh, i was just seeing if you were paying attention Bing: haha! David: actually, our family do most of the things that other families do. we Sing the same songs Bing: do you? David: oh, i even have a go at white christmas Bing: you do, eh! David: and this one. this is my sons favourite. do you know this one? Bing: oh, i do indeed, its a lovely theme And they told me pa-ram-pam-pam-pam A new-born king to see pa-ram-pam-pam-pam Our finest gifts we bring pa-ram-pam-pam-pam Ra-pam-pam-pam, ra-pam-pam-pam Peace on earth, can it be Years from now, perhaps well see See the day of glory See the day, when men of good will Live in peace, live in peace again Peace on earth, can it be Every child must be made aware Every child must be made to care Care enough for his fellow man To give all the love that he can I pray my wish will come true For my child and your child too Hell see the day of glory See the day when men of good will Live in peace, live in peace again Peace on earth, can it be Can it be Bing: its a pretty theme, isnt it?

Shed walk through the door and shed set up the drinks on the house She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back And never took her out She wore a trenchcoat khaki Her hobnail boots were full of holes Shes got medals Her mother called her Mary, but she changed her name to Tommy, shes a one, oh She went and joined the army, passed the medical Dont ask me how its done They sent her to the front line Fighting for her countrys name Shes got medals She got very tired of picking up girls Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls Then the enemy dropped a bomb Survivors there were none People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed You can see her ghost but thats a lie because the naughty woman isnt dead She deserted on the previous morning Replaced her uniform with dresses silk and green Called herself Eileen Came to London town Now shes settled down Shes got medals

I feel like a sail-boat Adrift on the sea Its a brand new day So when you gonna phone me? I could take you to heaven I could spin you to hell But Ill take you to New York Its the place that I know well Sitting on a flagstone, talking to a faceless girl Been wondering what to say but my eyes do the talking so well Duck and I sway I shoot at a full moon So whats my line? Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, ooh Cause love is the answer Loves talking to me Id scream and Id fight for you Youre better than money Were the kind of people who can shake it if were feeling blue When Im feeling disconnected, well, I sure know what to do Shake it, shake it, baby Oh, shake it, shake it I duck and I sway I shoot at a full moon So whats my line? Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it

Streets damp and warm Empty smell metal Weeds between buildings Pictures on my hard drive But Im the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy Steam under floor Shards by the mirrors frame Clouds green and low No sign, no nothing now But Im the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy All the pages that have turned All the errors left unlearned, oh Well Im the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy In the world Not me Not me

My, my, the time do fly when its in another pair of hands And a loser I will be for Ive never been a winner in my life I got used to stressing pain, I used the sucker pills to pity for the self Oh, its the animal in me but Id rather be a beggar man on the shelf Dont be so forlorn, its just the payoff Its the rain before the storm On a better day, Ill take you by the hand And Ill walk you through the doors Dont be so forlorn, its just the payoff Its the rain before the storm Dont you let my letter get you down Dont you, dont you, dont you My, my, but time do fly when its in another pair of pants And illusion I will be, for Ive never been a sinner, la di da Dont be so forlorn, its just the payoff Its the rain before the storm Dont you let my letter get you down Dont you, dont you, dont you, dont you Dont you let my letter get you down, down, down, down Dont you, dont you, dont you, dont you Dont you let my letter get you down, down, down, down Dont you, dont you, dont you, dont you Down, down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, down

I cant read and I cant write down I dont know a book from countdown I dont care which shadow gets me All Ive got is someones face Can I see the family smile? Can I reach tomorrow? Can I walk a missing mile? Can I feel? Can I please? I cant reach it anymore I just sit back and ignore I just cant seem to get it right, get it right I cant reach it, I cant reach it

OOWW!! Said-a shake appeal Moves so fast on me Shake appeal Moves so fast to see Moves so fast moves so fast Move a little misery Im sayin shake appeal Is so hot and low Shake appeal Is so hot and low Hot and low baby Hot and low Memory you gotta go Memory you gotta go Memories have gotta go Baby baby got to go Gotta go Baby baby gotta go Ooww!! I said shake appeal Baby it fits so tight Shake appeal Baby with your fists so tight Fits so tight Fists so tight Baby really gotta bite Realize I gotta bite Realize I gotta bite Baby baby gotta have a bite Gotta bite Baby baby gotta have a bite Ooowww! Owwwhooo!! Ahhgh! Oooooohoooo!!! Ngya ngya ya Oooooh!!! Shake appeal Ooooohoooo!!! Ooh hoo hoo Sex appeal Ooh hoo hoo Sex appeal Ooh hoo hoo Sex appeal

Hold me tight Keep me cool Going mad Dont know what to do Do I need a friend? Well, I need one now All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you All Ive done Ive done for me All you gave You gave for free I gave nothing in return And theres little left of me All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you In red-eyed pain Im knocking on your door again My crazy brain in tangles Pleading for your gentle voice Those storms keep pounding through my head and heart I pray youll soothe my sorry soul All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you

Rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Dont rock easy, its true Rock the cradle of love I rocked the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Dont rock easy, its true Doo doo doo doo doo doodooo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doodoo doo (doo doo doo doo doo doodooo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doodoo doo) The Love Shack is a little old place where We can get together Love Shack, baby Hey! Pump up the jam Pump up the jam Pump up the jam, pump it up! Thats me in the corner Thats me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep a view And I dont know if I can do it Oh no, Ive said too much I havent said enough The things you say Your purple prose just gives you away The things you say Youre unbelievable Do me, baby, do me, baby You can do me in the morning, you can Do me in the night You can do me when you wanna do me Yodel-ay-ee-hoo! Exit light Enter night Take my hand Off to never never land The Humpty Dance your chance to do the Hump Do me, baby Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Do me, baby Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Shes my cherry pie Put a smile on your face ten miles wide Look so good, make a grown man cry Sweet cherry pie-yi-yi Woo! Drum solo! I miss you much I really miss you much I miss you much I really miss you much Hey, I dont want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself Oh, I dont want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Hes the one they call Dr. Feelgood Hes the one that makes you feel all right Hes the one they call Dr. Feelgood Hes gonna be your Frankenstein Lets kick it! If you got a problem, Ill solve it Check out the beat while the DJ revolves it Ice ice baby Ice ice baby...Word to your mother! Ice ice baby Ice ice baby, forever Ill be your ice, ice, baby! Hey!

Monday morning feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Coming Tuesday I feel better Even my old man looks good Wednesday just do not go Thursday goes too slow I have got Friday on my mind Going to have fun in the city Be with my girl She is so pretty She looks fine tonight She is out of sight to me I spend my bread I lose my head I have got to get tonight Monday I have Friday on my mind Do the five day drag once more There is nothing else that bugs me More than working for the rich men (poor man, beggar Man, thief) Hey I will change that scene one day Today I might be mad Tomorrow I will be glad Cause I will have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun Be with my girl

Well I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body I know not everybody, has got a body like me baby But I gotta think twice, before I give my heart away Cause I know all the games you play Cause I play them too baby Oh but I need some time off, from that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor When our love comes down, with that devotion Gonna take a strong man baby, but Im Showin you that door, cause I gotta have - faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Baby baby baby, uhh I know youre askin me to stay Say Please, please, please dont go away Because Im givin you the blues baby baby baby uhh You like me, but all them words you say I cant help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the leather board please Before this weather, becomes that notion Fore you pick my heart up off the floor When our loves come down, with that devotion Gonna take a strong man baby, but Im Showin you that door, cause I gotta have - faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Can you walk like a pimp, is your Bizkit Limp? I got Faith like Miss Evans, make you run like the reverend Will Smith you get Jiggy, yo Ill stick Biggie Its Life After Death and I be livin proof The roof is on fire, it cant get much higher Im rockin this spot so hot, youve expired You call me a liar, I might get upset Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet Before this weather, becomes that notion Fore you pick my heart up off the floor When our loves come down, with that devotion Gonna take a strong man baby, but Im Showin you that door, cause I gotta have - faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Showin you that door, cause I gotta have - faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith Faaaiith

Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain People are walking the Botella lanes Preacher takes the school One boy breaks a rule Silly boy blue, blue, silly boy blue Yak butter statues that melt in the sun Cannot dissolve all the work youve not done A chela likes to feel That his overself pays the bill Silly boy blue, blue, silly boy blue You wish and wish, and wish again Youve tried so hard to fly Youll never leave your body now Youve got to wait to die La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la Silly boy blue, blue, silly boy blue Child of Tibet, youre a gift from the sun Reincarnation of one better man The homeward road is long Youve left your prayers and song Silly boy blue, blue, silly boy blue

Status seekers, I never cared Once I found out they never dared To seize the world and shake it upside down And every stinking bum should wear a crown Saying I cry for love Until all the plates are broken Cry for love Until my eyes are soaking Yeah cry for love On every sammy morning Cry for love Because imitations boring Cry for love Bad TV that insults me freely Still I know what Im dying to see In searching for a meaningful embrace Sometimes my self-respect took second place And I cried for love I did what my heart told me Cried for love Cant stand it When they scold me Yeah, I cried for love On every sammy morning Yeah i cry for love Because imitations boring Cry for love Surfers ride for love And wipe out when it hits them Soldiers kill for love And nobody admits it If youre crying for love Well, thats OK dont sweat it If youre crying for love Then theres still a chance youll get it Cry for love

Oh my, naked eyes I should have kept you, I should have tried I should have been a wiser kind of guy I miss you Give me wings, give me space Give me money for a change of face These noisy rooms and passion pants I loved you Wheres the morning in my life? Wheres the sense in staying right? Who said time is on my side? Ive got ears and eyes and nothing in my life But I survive your naked eyes Ill survive You alone across the floor You and me and nothing more Youre the great mistake I never made I never lied to you, I hated when you lied But Ill survive your naked eyes Ill survive Beatle boys, all snowy white Razzle dazzle clubs every night Wish Id sent a Valentine I love you Ill survive Naked eyes Ill survive Ill survive My naked eyes Ill survive

Bow Bells strike another night Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache Youve bought some coffee, butter and bread You cant make a thing cause the meters dead You moved away Told your folks youre gonna stay away Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet Somebody shows you round Now youve met the London boys Things seem good again, someone cares about you Oh, the first time that you tried a pill You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill Youre gonna be sick, but you mustnt lose faith To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the London boys, with the London boys Youre only seventeen, but you think youve grown In the month youve been away from your parents home You take the pills too much You dont give a damn about that jobs youve got So long as youre with the London boys A London boy, oh a London boy Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy A London boy, a London boy Youre crying out loud that youre a London boy You think youve had a lot of fun But you aint got nothing, youre on the run Its too late now, cause youre out there boy Youve got it made with the rest of the toys Now you wish youd never left your home Youve got what you wanted but youre on your own With the London boys Now youve met the London boys Now youve met the London boys Now youve met the London boys

Telling lies Gorgeous girls are bound to meet To talk of stars and kings and feet Through the chromosomes of space and time Me Im fast like bad infection Gasping for my resurrection Swear to me in times of war and stress Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Shadow falls in shrinking smiles See me poised at the happy games Standing in the mouth of all thats pure Come straggling in your tattered remnants You come to me with tears and blame Im your future, I am tomorrow, I am the end Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Telling lies Oh ah oh Oh ah oh Oh ah oh Oh ah oh Feels like somethings going to happen this year Feels like somethings going to happen this year Oh ah Feels like somethings going to happen this year Oh ah Feels like somethings going to happen this year Oh ah Feels like somethings going to happen this year

What to do? What to say? What to wear on a sunny day? Who the phone? Who to fight? Who to dance with on a sunday night? Im reaching the very edge you know Reaching the very edge Im going to the other side this time Reaching the very edge Youre still breathing but you dont know why Lifes a bit and sometimes you die Youre still breathing but you just cant tell Dont hold your breath But the pretty things are going to hell I am a drug, I am a dragon I am the best jazz you ever seen I am the dragon, I am the sky I am the blood at the corner of your eye I found the secrets I found gold I find you out before you grow old I find you out before you grow old What is eternal? What is damned? What is clay and what is sand? Who to diss? Who to trust? Who to listen to? Who to suss? Im reaching the very edge you know Reaching the very edge Im going to the other side this time Reaching the very edge Youre still breathing but you dont know why Lifes a bit and sometimes you die Youre still breathing but you just cant tell Dont hold your breath But the pretty things are going to hell I am the dragon, I am the drug I am your best jazz youve ever heard I am the dragon, Im the sky I am the blood at the corner of your eye I found the secrets I found gold I found you out before you grow old I found you out before you grow old The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out but they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out but they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out but they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out but they wore it well Youre still breathing but you dont know why Youre still breathing but you just cant tell Dont hold your breath But the pretty things are going to hell

Part I: Blackstar / Pyramid Song In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen Lies a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah At the center of it all, at the center of it all Your eyes, your eyes On the day of execution On the day of execution All the women kneel and smile, ah-ah, ah-ah At the center of it all, at the center of it all Your eyes, your eyes Your eyes, your eyes In the villa of Ormen, ah, in the villa of Ormen, ah Lies a solitary candle, ah-ah, oh-oh At the center of it all, at the center of it all Your eyes, your eyes Your eyes, your eyes Part II: Breathing Underwater The word hurts, the word hurts The word hurts, the word hurts In water, in water In water, in water The word hurts, the word hurts The word hurts, the word hurts In water, in water In water, in water Material, slowly unwind as I leave feathers behind For your love, for your lover to find Warm hands wrapped in blue linen from Torrington For your love, for your lover to find Wild rose, Jericho sun, arid as stone For your love, for your lover to find Aorta, tattoo the artery with acute artistry For your love, for your lover to find Breathing, breathing underwater Breathing, breathing underwater Breathe you underwater Pleasure, melting a snowflake of lace down your face For your love, for your lover to find I could call your demons inside, soak them in Camomile For your love, for your lover to find Breathing, breathing underwater Breathing, breathing underwater I could breathe you underwater To find For your love, for your lover to find For your love, for your lover to find For your love, for your lover to find For your love, for your lover to find Breathing underwater Breathing underwater Breathing underwater Breathing underwater For your love, for your lover, your love, for your love For your love, for your lover, your love, for your love For your love, for your lover, your love, for your love For your love, for your lover, your love, for your love For your love, for your lover For your love, for your lover For your love, for your lover For your love, for your lover I want you to breathe it in, I want you to breathe it in I want you to breathe it in, I want you to breathe it in The word hurts, the word hurts The word hurts, the word hurts In water, in water In water, in water The word hurts, the word hurts The word hurts, the word hurts In water, in water In water, in water

I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, forever and ever Oh, we can be heroes, just for one day I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive us away We can be heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns shot above our heads And we kissed as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh, we can beat them, forever and ever Then we could be heroes, just for one day Whatcha say? We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes just for one day

Smiling girls and rosy boys Come and buy my little toys Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red Rich mens children running past Their fathers dressed in hose Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes Gazing eyes and running wild Past the stocks and over stiles Kiss the window merry child But come and buy my toys Youve watched your father plough the fields with a rams horn Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill The miller told your father that hed work it with the greatest will Now your watchings over you must play with girls and boys Leave the parsley on the stalls Come and buy my toys You shall own a cambric shirt You shall work your fathers land But now you shall play in the market square Till youll be a man Smiling girls and rosy boys Come and buy my little toys Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red

Its a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling, No! And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And shes hooked to the silver screen But the film is a saddening bore For shes lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go Its the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if hell ever know Hes in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? Its on Americas tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame Because Lennons on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore Fore shes wrote it ten times or more Its about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go Its the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if hell ever know Hes in the best selling show Is there life on Mars?

Day in Day out Stay in Fade out Hoo hoo Oh hoo hoo She was born in a handbag Love left On a doorstep What she lacks is a backup Nothing seems to make a dent Going to find her some money, honey Try to pay her rent Thats the kind of protection everyone is shouting about Day in Day out Stay in Fade out Hoo hoo Oh hoo hoo First thing she learns is Shes a citizen Some things they turn out right When youre under the USA Someone rings a bell And its all over Shes going out of her way Stealing for that one good rush Day in Day out Stay in Fade out Hoo hoo Oh hoo hoo She could use a little money Shes hanging on his arms Like a cheap suit Shes got no money, honey Shes on the other side Oh come on little baby Late night, big town Police, shake down Day in Day out Stay in Fade out Hoo hoo Shes got a ticket to nowhere Shes going to take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name Shes in the pocket of a home boy Oh shes going to take her a shotgun, pow Spin the grail spin the drug Shes going to make them well aware Shes an angry girl Day in Day out Stay in Fade out And theres angels everywhere Suddenly shooting her down Shooting her with video, drugs, bullets, and promises Angels in a ton of sound... And its— Day in Day out You stay in, or ya... Ya fade out, fade out Fade out Ha, and ya... Fade out Fade out, fade out Hoo hoo Oh hoo hoo Hoo hoo

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Youve arrived in the land of a thousand different names And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your heels And a toothless past is asking you how it feels And me my little red Corvette has driven by Fair weather heart has fallen in My rainy day girl is feeling down And she tells me that the world is spinning round I say the dream was all for you Youre nobody else Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you, yeah Hi, can I walk you home again today Got to get forgive and forget hey, hey Something good is happening and I dont know what it is Dont you know were back on trial again today And its breaking wine for you Hell its only because youre true Someone out-timed my heart Stopping and preaching and letting love in You are my moon, you are my sun Heaven knows what you are Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you, yes they were Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you, yeah Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you Doesnt matter what you try to do Doesnt matter what you try to do Doesnt matter where you try to go Doesnt matter who we really are Oh, It doesnt matter It doesnt matter It doesnt matter It doesnt matter Oh, It doesnt matter It really doesnt matter I do It doesnt matter It doesnt matter

Emily tries but misunderstands She is often inclined to borrow somebodys dreams til Tomorrow There is no other day Let us try it another way You will lose your mind and play Free games for May See Emily play Soon after dark Emily cries Gazing at trees in sorrow hardly a sound til tomorrow Put on a gown that touches the ground Float on a river for ever and ever Emily

Little wendy cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain Nothing stops the go-to girl, nothing takes the place of taking aim Little wendys out there shaking hips and cuckoo eyes Crazy drives that dizzy crowd Moonlight strokes the highlights in her hair She sells and moves and finds my hand And pulls me down and close so I can hardly stand As I lay like dead for her, Im fed into my head Im led, oh, I am sand Im crawling from the window, crawling down the wall Im happy screaming, yes, I am Im jumping on her daisy chain Im speeding through the dancehall like a rocket man Now I wish today that yesterday was just tomorrow and I could squeeze her grabby hand Knowing that I never paid her for a gram Shes a drunken doxy off her trolly Sent before her time into this poxy world Shes not fit for anything but dealing it While heaven sings, I have this girl Shes got me eating rice and beans I have no shape nor color, Im gods lonely man I dont want to die but I dont want to live Im speeding like a rocket man Like a rocket man Like a rocket man Like a rocket man

I took a trip On a gemini spacecraft And I thought about you I passed through the shadow of Jupiter And I thought about you I shot my spacegun And boy, I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars The winding stream Moon shining down On some little town And with each beam The same old dream I took a trip On a gemini spacecraft And I thought about you I shot my spacegun And I thought about you I pulled down my sun visor Boy, I really felt blue You jumped into your Gemini I jumped into mine Well orbit the moon For just one time Tomorrow night Tomorrow night Will you hold hands With me in the moonlight I took a trip In a gemini spacecraft And I thought about you I shot my spacegun And I thought about you I took I took a walk in space Boy, I really felt blue Well, I peeked through the crack And I looked way back The stardust trail Leading back to you What did I do What could I do Yes what did I do Well I thought about you I thought about you Took a trip On a gemini spacecraft Thought about you

Cruising around me The flames burn my body Wishful beginnings Does this remind them again and again Youre a sorry little girl Youre a sorry little girl Please hide For the pain must feel Like snow Youre a sorry little girl Sorry little girl Please hide from the kiss and the bite Shame burns Breathing in, breathing out Breathing in only doubt The pain must feel like snow Im no longer your golden boy Sorry little girl Im sorry little girl The pain must feel like snow There you go Cover me, cover me We flew on the wings We were deep in the dead air And this one will never go down We had such Wishful beginnings But we lived Unbearable lives Im sorry little girl Sorry little girl So so sorry little girl The pain must feel like snow There you go There you...

These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone and I feel that someone Listens to me Angel for life These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Heaven is smiling down, heavens girl in a wedding gown Im going to be so good, just like a good boy should Im going to change my ways Angel for life Of all the saints alive Dont I feel like a saint alive Shes not mine for eternity Though Ill never fly so high Im smiling I believe in magic Angel for life

Old Touchschriek was the main name server suspected of being a shoulder surfer. But he didnt know from shit about challenge response systems Now Ramona A Stone we know was selling interest drugs. She got males all hung up on her mind filters She was, if you dont mind me saying so, an update demon. Now Leon he couldnt wait for 12 oclock midnight... He jumps up on the stage with a criss criss machete and slashes around cutting a zero on everything. I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself Was this a suspect? I says to myself: Whoa! Quelle courage! Oh wait, Im getting ahead of myself Let me take you back to when it all began

Its much louder than before Can you hear me? Who were we before? Its much louder than before When we lived 10 thousand lives? Can you hear me? I would like to know Its much louder than before All the secrets of our tribes Can you hear me? Mountains of gold Diamonds and pearls Where will we go? I guess its all that we know Arrows and bows Gunshots in the snow Where will we go? I guess its all that we know Only thing we learned from history class... Nah, we aint learned from the past Its much louder than before Build it up, burn it down, leave it as ash Build it up, burn it down, build it up, burn it down Damn, man, it turns into a reason to laugh Can you hear me? Think about the cats leading the pack At least half got Its much louder than before Clapped, scrapped, meeting they match Slow down, no numbers, dont believe in the facts That I spew when Im reading these raps Can you hear me? All I know is what I see, Im seeing bridges get burned And then I see lessons get learned after that Its much louder than before On a smaller level out in Parkchester in the sick, just skip Thinking last time I ditched my chick Can you hear me? Man, it really aint shit as big as the bridge Its much louder than before But goddamn, man, this cycle is sick Goddamn, man, this cycle is sick Goddamn, man, this cycle is sick, ya heard? Can you hear me? Well spread the love that we all deserve Chasing this global pain undisturbed Well have faith Its much louder than before What comes around, goes around someday Can you hear me? Mountains of gold Diamonds and pearls Where will we go? I guess its all that we know Arrows and bows Gunshots in the snow Where will we go? I guess its all that we know Its much louder than before Can you hear me? Its much louder than before Can you hear me? Its much louder than before Can you hear me?

A lua inteira agora é um manto negro, oh O fim das vozes no meu rádio, oh, oh São quatro ciclos no escuro deserto do céu Quero um machado pra quebrar o gelo, oh Quero acordar do sonho agora mesmo, oh Quero uma chance de tentar viver sem dor Sempre estar lá e ver ele voltar Não era mais o mesmo, mas estava em seu lugar Sempre estar lá e ver ele voltar O tolo teme a noite, como a noite vai temer o fogo Vou chorar sem medo Vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul A trajetória escapa o risco nu, uh, uh As nuvens queimam o céu, nariz azul, ul, ul Desculpe, estranho, eu voltei mais puro do céu A lua ao lado escuro é sempre igual, al, al No espaço a solidão é tão normal, al, al Desculpe, estranho, eu voltei mais puro do céu Sempre estar lá e ver ele voltar Não era mais o mesmo, mas estava em seu lugar Sempre estar lá e ver ele voltar O tolo teme a noite, como a noite vai temer o fogo Vou chorar sem medo Vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul Estar lá e ver ele voltar Não era mais o mesmo, mas estava em seu lugar Sempre estar lá e ver ele voltar O tolo teme a noite, como a noite vai temer o fogo Vou chorar sem medo Vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul Larará! Larará!

My name is Mr. Touchshriek Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and Empty females Im thinking of leasing the room above my shop To a Mr. Walloff Domburg A reject from the world wide Internet Hes a broken man Im also a broken man It would be nice to have company We could have great conversations Looking through windows for demons And watching the young advance in all electric Some of the houses around here Still have inhabitants in them Im not sure if theyre from this country or not I dont get to speak much to anyone Or that sort of thing If I had another broken man Oh, I dream of something like that

Eddie boy lit like paraffin Spending two weeks In a crack house Burns on his brain Like Chernobyl Dean was seen With a two bag purchase He was lying dead on his mothers bed Someone to pray for Until I met you Life is like a broken arrow Memory a swinging door I could be your great misfortune I can make you happy Every day of your life Making my love Like a shining star Taking my love Just a touch too far Tessie turns tricks with a soul like ice Because love left holes And four swell kids breaking her heart Ive got windows, Ive seen much vice Ive touched down with vermin Cowardice, lice And I say Nobody cares what you do Please be yourself to death I could be your great misfortune But youll never find a, bet youll never find a better man Making my love Like a shining star Taking my love Just a touch too far Peter met Frank Formed a dummy run gang Worked heist or hit for 10 gs flat Blew heads out of shape for the name of Trotsky, Sinn-Fein, Hitler cashdown No hope heroes cover the page With debts in hell And fingers in blood Poor little bodies all covered in scabs Threw it all away Another life in the grave Life is like a broken arrow Memory a swinging door I could be your great misfortune Well, I could make you happy Every goddamn single day of your life Making my love Like a shining star Like a shining star If thats what you are Like a shining star Making my love Like a shining star Taking my love Just a touch too far Making my love Like a shining star Taking my love Just a touch too far Making my love Like a shining star Taking my love Just a touch too far Making my love Like a shining star Taking my love

God Is on top of it all That is all Thats all we are We are, we are praying We are, we are God Is on top of it all

Whilst his mothers womb contained the growing Baal Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvellous Like Baal loved it, when he came to us That same sky remained with him in joy and care Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal Turning pious as the sky grows pale So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go When Baals tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far He will have his sky down there below When the sinners congregate in shame together Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress Only sky, a sky that will go on forever Formed a blanket for his nakedness And that lusty girl, the world, wholl laughing yield To the men wholl stand the pressure of her thighs Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as cant be healed Baal survived it, he just used his eyes And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room Space enough said Baal, then Ill thicken the ground Space enough within this womans womb Any vice for Baal has got its useful side Its the man who practices it, he cant abide Vices have their point, once you see it as such Stick to two for one will be too much Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun Lots of strength is needed and experience too Swollen bellies can embarrass you Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears Once its been digested to the forests teeth Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky As they wait up there to see if Baal will die Sometimes Baal pretends hes dead, but vultures swoop Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup When the dark womb drags him down to its prize Whats the world still mean to Baal, hes overfed So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes Hell just have enough sky when hes dead Once the Earths dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvellous Like Baal loved it when he lived with us

I dont want knowledge, I want certainty I dont want knowledge, I want certainty I dont want knowledge, I want certainty In the street a man shouts out loud A wallet drops and money flies into the midday sun With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground Oh I get a little bit afraid Sometimes Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground Oh I get a little bit afraid Sometimes Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire I dont want knowledge, I want certainty I dont want knowledge, I want certainty I dont want knowledge, I want certainty In a house a man drops dead As he hits the floor he sighs What a morning With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground Oh I get a little bit afraid Sometimes With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground Oh I get a little bit afraid Sometimes Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire Earthlings on fire Sometimes Earthlings I dont want knowledge

Today, today is the 1st of May Everything around us Everything a lie Your hearts beating fast As we race through the dark Past the really good people Who do what they’re told What will be my name In the USA? Hold my hand and I’ll take you there Who will I become In the USA? Hold my hand and I’ll take you there Sophie and Lev are running away These are the days The days of gloom Lev can’t smile and Sophie can’t sing A mile to the future Where tomorrow is king I don’t need to know Know where you are Only that you are Safe in this world Then I’ll be content Get on with my life Eat, drink and sleep Look up at the stars

Burning up each others love, burning up our lives Tried all kinds of working out, miracle goodnight Future full and empty, knocking on my door Ragged limbed and hungry mama, miracle no more turn it around make it alright Morning star, youre beautiful, yellow dime on high Spin you round my living room, miracle goodnight Evening flower all alone, puzzling, capisce? Havent got a death wish, just want a little more turn it around make it all right miracle goodnight turn it around make it all right it was only make believe I wish I was a sailor a thousand miles from here I wished I had a future, anywhere I love you in the morning sun, I love you in my dreams I love the sound of making love, the feeling of your skin The corner of your eyes, I long forevermore I never want to say goodnight, miracle goodnight turn it around make it all right miracle goodnight turn it around make it all right it was only make believe Dont want to know the past, I want to know the real deal I really dont want to know that The less we know, the better we feel Morning star youre beautiful, yellow dime on high Spinning around my little room, miracle turn it around make it alright miracle goodnight turn it around make it all right it was only make believe turn it around make it all right it was only make believe turn it around make it all right miracle goodnight turn it around make it all right it was only make believe

Photograph king, watches you go Now, fashions may change, heaven knows But you still leave a stain on me Only to go Colours may fade Seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me Wrong, negative fades, never the twain, reckless and tame I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look through your things Id like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear Id like to beat on your drum Disco brat, follow the pack Watching you peel, heaven knows, prison cant hold all This greedy intention Only to go, picture you now Music may change, hi-di-ho, keen to follow your nose Wrong love out of tune Sweet is the night Bright light destroys me I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look through your things Id like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear Id like to beat on your drum Id like to beat on your drum Id like to beat on your drum I like your face in the crowd Id like to beat on your drum Cant beat it Cant beat it I beat it Ah yeah Id like to beat on your drum Id like to beat on your drum Id like to yell it out loud Id like to beat on your drum Cant beat it I beat it Beat it out loud Beat it out of the crowd Beat it Beat it Beat it Beat it

Theres a man back a-ways Who believes at where he is And theres a girl Up ahead who says she knows And the street overflows With the folk who understand For the guy who cant be seen Hes the Shadow Man And the Shadow Man is close at hand Take a turn and see his smile Made of nothing but loneliness Take a walk and be a friend To the Shadow Man You can call him Joe, you can call him Sam You should call and see who answers For he promises to come running, guided by the truth For the Shadow Man is really you Look in his eyes and see your reflection Look to the stars and see his eyes Hell show you tomorrow, hell show you the sorrow Of what you did today You can call him foe, you can call him friend You should call and see who answers For he knows your eyes are drawn to the road ahead And the Shadow Man is waiting round the bend The Shadow Man is waiting up ahead Shadow man Is waiting up ahead Is waiting up ahead

Silver leaves are spinning round Take my hand as we go down and down and down Looking for water But I lost God in a New York minute Dont know about you but my hearts not in it Im looking for water Im looking for water I cant breathe the air Cant raise the fight Because all weve got left is a beat in the night And Im Looking for water Looking for water Looking for water Looking looking Take my hand as we go down and down Leave it all behind nothing will be found Im looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water Im looking for water Looking everywhere Looking for water Looking here and there Im looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water I cant live in this cage I cant eat this candy To the ends of the Earth To this pain in my head The look in your eyes That never means never The dawns early light Baby dumb is forever Looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water Im looking for water Looking for water

Theres no hold The moving has come through The danger brushing you Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels Its so cold The dark dug up by dogs The stiches torn and broke The raw meat fist you choke Has hit the bloodlite Glass traps open and close on Nite flights Broken necks feather weights press the walls Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights With only one promise, only one way to fall Glass traps open and close on Nite flights Broken necks feather weights press the walls Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights With only one promise, only one way to fall On nite flights Only one way to fall

She waited by the moon She was sick with fear and cold She felt too old for all of this Of course she never showed She lugged her suitcase to the bus Melted home through the snow North along Riverside She slips beneath the sheets A husbands quiet devoted wife But strangers, sad and nervous By the dawns early light Love lies like a dead cloud On a shabby, yellow lawn Up on Riverside Shell drive the big car Hell sit behind Shell keep an eye on Jessica South along the Hudson Shell turn the radio high Find a station playing sad, sad soul Just a little bit louder now South along the Hudson yeah Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now South along the Hudson, yeah And shell drive the big car And talk herself insane Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now Way back when millennium Meant racing to the light He promised her a dream-life Hed take her back to street-life Away from violent water With its cormorants and leaves Up on Riverside Shell drive the big car But hell sit behind Bursting her bubbles of Ludlow and Grand South along the Hudson Shell turn the radio way up high Find a station playing sad, sad soul Just a little bit louder now South along the Hudson Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now South along the Hudson Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now South along the Hudson, yeah Shell drive the big car Hell sit behind Shell keep an eye on Jessica Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit faster now

Jacqui loves her work, and her work is love For there is no other She says God has given me a job Jacqui loves her work There is no other Jacquis aiming for the stars but landed on the clouds There is no other Sitting in her corner too afraid to run away Like a slave without chains The wonder turns to danger, spring turns to winter God Bless the Girl But I will treasure, treasure every single moment God Bless the Girl Fire turns to water, light becomes darkness God Bless the Girl And I dont wanna hurt you, just wanna have some fun God Bless the Girl God Bless the Girl Yeah, I dont wanna hurt you, just wanna have some fun God Bless the Girl You dont need another friend, you just need a reason There is no other Jacqui loves her work, and her work is love For there is no other The wonder turns to danger, spring turns to winter God Bless the Girl But I will always treasure, treasure every single moment God Bless the Girl Fire turns to water and light becomes darkness God Bless the Girl I dont wanna hurt you, just wanna have some fun God Bless the Girl God Bless the Girl God Bless the Girl I dont wanna hurt you, just wanna have some fun God Bless the Girl The years pass so swiftly God Bless the Girl Years pass so swiftly God Bless the Girl God Bless the Girl God Bless the Girl God Bless the Girl

Its much louder than before, man Can you hear me? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing Were whats happening Nightclubbing, nightclubbing Were an ice machine We see people, brand new people Theyre something to see Were nightclubbing Bright-white clubbing Oh isnt it wild? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing Were walking through town Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We walk like a ghost We learn dances, brand new dances Like the nuclear bomb Were nightclubbing Bright white clubbing Oh isnt it wild? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing Were whats happening Nightclubbing, nightclubbing Were an ice machine We see people, brand new people Theyre something to see Were nightclubbing Bright-white clubbing Oh isnt it wild?

Something about the way you taste Makes me want to clear my throat Theres a method to your movements That really gets my goat I looked for silver linings But youre rotten to the core Ive had just about all I can take You know I cant take it no more Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling, feeling Centered round long time ago On your ability to torment Then you took your tongs of love And stripped away my garment I looked for silver linings But youre rotten to the core Ive had just about all I can take You know I cant take it no more Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling, feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling, feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling, feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling, feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut feeling, feeling Ive got a gut feeling Ive got a gut... woooo, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo... OHHH Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now

War made him a soldier Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier Frankie drank his money The little that he made Told his woes to no man Friendless, lonely days Then one day, in the ABC Four bright eyes gazed longingly At the ice-cream in the hand of The little bombardier Sunshine entered our Frankies days Gone his worries, his hopeless maze His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Two young children had changed his aims He gave them toffees and played their games He brought them presents with every coin he made Then two gentlemen called on him Asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children Were they just a game? Leave them alone or well get sore Weve had blokes like you in the station before The hand of authority said no more to The little bombardier Packed his bags, his heart in pain Wiped a tear and caught a train Not to be seen in the town again The little bombardier

All clear wail the sirens Sunshine on the wasteland Old man sitting in the white sand Think were in for a big surprise Right between the eyes Seemed a good idea To drop a bomb on the wasteland here Only one man could be seen And he was old and so serene Captain sat in his deck chair And the red light flashed, beware Pilot felt quite big-time As the bomb sailed through the air Well, they danced and sang When the bang went bang When the lights popped out And the smoke began to clear It was positively queer All clear wail the sirens Sunshine on the wasteland Old man sitting in the white sand Think were in for a big surprise Right between the eyes Die said the General Cobblers said the man So the Pentagon sent a cable And the Queen a telegram A-bombs, H-bombs, even very small ones Ripped apart that sand Til the stench was just revolting And the sky a greenish tan But the soldier said Sir Theres a crack in the world And the figures went squash And the bits flew far and wide How the universe sighed! All clear wail the sirens Sunshine on the wasteland Old man sitting in the white sand Think were in for a big surprise Right between the eyes All clear wail the sirens Sunshine on the wasteland Old man sitting in the white sand Think were in for a big surprise Right between the eyes When the smoke had blown away There was nothing left to view Except a man dear Lord who looked like you Floating high up in the sky

Here comes Johnny Yen again With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine Hes gonna do another striptease Hey, man, whered you get that lotion? I been hurting since I bought the gimmick About something called love Yeah something called love Thats like hypnotizing chickens Well I am just a modern guy Of course Ive had it in the ear before Cause of a lust for life Cause of a lust for life I got a lust for life Im worth a million in prizes With my torture film Drive a G.T.O Wear a uniform All on a government loan Im worth a million in prizes Yeah, Im through with sleeping on the sidewalk No more beating my brains No more beating my brains With the liquor and drugs With the liquor and drugs Well I am just a modern guy Of course Ive had it in the ear before Cause of a lust for life Cause of a lust for life I got a lust for life I got a lust for life Lust for life I got a lust for life A lot of lust for life Well Im just a modern guy Of course Ive had it in the ear before I got a lust for life A lot of lust for life I got a lust for life Lust for life Here comes Johnny Yen again With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine I know hes gonna do another striptease Hey, man, whered you get that lotion? Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick About something called love Oh, love, love, love About something called love, called love Oh, love, love, love

Skin dance back-a-the condo Skin heads getting to school Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat Racism back in rule White trash picking up Nazi flags While you was gone, there was war This is the West, get used to it They put a swastika over the door Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the crazy Washington heads in the toilet bowl Dont see supremacist hate Right wing dicks in their boiler suits Picking out who to annihilate Toxic jungle of Uzi trails Tribesmen just wouldnt live here Fascist flare is fashion cool Well, youre dead - you just aint buried Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the crazy As the walls came tumbling down So, the secrets that we shared I believed you by the palace gates Now the savage days are here Under the gods Crazy eyed man with a shot gun Hot headed creep with a knife Love and peace and harmony Love you could cut with a life Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the crazy

In mornings shes so regal that the valley sighs In the chilly sea that killed her real slows Now were swimming up farther with the doll by our sides Fill the cup with these sleepy souls Shimi Kapoor Its clear that some things never take Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Shimi Kapoor She will feel like at tea make me laugh all along With such feats like sex only brought upon Ooh lady, ooh baby, maybe Ill live my lies alone Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up oh ah Shimi Kapoor Its clear that some things never take Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Shimi Kapoor Its clear that some things never take Shimi Kapoor Its clear that some things never Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Ah how Shimi Kapoor Ah how Some things never Shimi Kapoor Ah how Never never

Was she never there? Was she ever? Was it air she breathed? At the wrong time All the flowers so From the gallery With the hymns of night Singing: Come to me At the wrong time On the wrong day All the lights are fading now If Im dreaming all my life If Im dreaming all my life Just one living chance When the mother sighs When the father steps aside At the wrong time Oh-oh At the wrong time On the wrong day All the lights are fading now If Im dreaming all my life If Im dreaming all my life Was she ever? Was she ever here? If Im dreaming all my life If Im dreaming all my life away Dreaming my life Dreaming my Dreaming my Dreaming my Dreaming my life Dreaming my life away Dreaming my life Dreaming my Dreaming my life away Oh-oh

In the port of Amsterdam, theres a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam, theres a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree In the port of Amsterdam, theres a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam, theres a sailor whos born On a hot muggy morn by the dawns early light In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet Theres a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails And hell show you his teeth that have rotted too soon That can haul up the sails, that can swallow the moon And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide Hey! Bring me more fish, throw it down by my side And he wants so to belch but hes too full to try So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to porch Theyve forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts And then out of the night with their pride in their pants And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps In the port of Amsterdam, theres a sailor who drinks And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again Hell drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam Whove given their bodies to a thousand other men Yeah, theyve bargained their virtue, their goodness all gone For a few dirty coins, well, he just cant go on Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam

Its a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling, No! And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And shes hooked to the silver screen But the film is a saddening bore For shes lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go Its the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if hell ever know Hes in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? Its on Americas tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame Cause Lennons on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore Because I wrote it ten times or more Its about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go Its the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if hell ever know Hes in the best selling show Is there life on Mars?

Though the idea of compassion Is said to be The union of Christ And his bride, the Christian Its all very puzzling Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church And the church All the great mystic religions Put strong emphasis, on Redeaming spiritual qualities Of sex Of sex Chrstianity Has been pretty modern About sex Of sex, of sex, of sex, of sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex, sex I think there is a union Between the flesh and the spirit Its sex and the church Sex and the church All religions mother Give me youre freedom of spirit And the joys of the flesh Of sex, sex Sex and the church Give me youre freedom of spirit And the joys of the flesh Of sex, sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church And the church Sex sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church And the church Sex sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex sex Sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex sex I love you... I love you...

I took the call, I packed the bag I ride the train to the pick-up point I’ll be telling myself There was no other way That you brought it on yourself Now my heart’s aflame At the end of your life Its the end of your life I’ve got a pool of blood On this bathroom floor The mirror’s broke There’s a crack in the door There’s a broken window That I’ll be crawling through Then I’ll change my life And we won’t have you We won’t have you No, we wont have you Good or evil Saint or whore The mythical public I don’t recall You were on the ledger Your name was double crossed You were a prime assignment So help me Christ I’ve got major questions About the Lord above About Satan below About the way we love About the rule at the top And the people coming up And I still don’t know What we were looking for But it wasn’t you No, it wasn’t you No, It wasnt you It wasn’t you No, it wasn’t you

Let me introduce you to the gang Johnny plays the sitar, hes an existentialist Once he had a name, now he plays our game You wont feel so good now that youve joined the gang Molly is the model in the ads Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong Because she cant switch off now that shes joined the gang Arthur is a singer with a band Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage Look at Arthur rave, all the kids have paid They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang You wont be alone, weve all got beery grins Its a big illusion but at least youre in At least youre in This clubs called The Webb, its this months pick Next month we shall find a place where prices aint so stiff 15 bob a go, afraid thats past a joke This is how to spend now that youve joined the gang This is what to do now that youre here Sit round doing nothing all together very fast Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars Theyre picking up the joints now that theyve joined the gang

What have you been doing to yourself? What have you been doing to yourself? What have you been doing to yourself? Its the last thing you should do-oh-oh-oh-oh Nobody laughs anymore Nobody laughs anymore Nobody laughs anymore Its the worst thing you can do-oh-oh-oh-oh Save the last dance for me Catch the last bus with me Give the last kiss to me Its the safest thing to do-oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah Yeah Yeah What have you been doing to yourself? What have you been doing to yourself? What have you been doing to yourself? Its the last thing you should do-oh-oh-oh-oh Nobody laughs anymore Nobody laughs anymore Nobody laughs anymore Its the worst thing you can do-oh-oh-oh-oh

Wheres the pain in the violent night? Im depressed by the grin I stay over many years I should have thought of that For the love of the money Like a black-hearted violin Its the nature of being Its too many lonely nights I cant tell bad from wrong I cant pass you by Too exchanging Youve been around But youve changed me Where the flesh meets the spirit world Where the traffic is thin I slip from a vacant view I should have thought of that And the sound of tomorrow Like a black-hearted vile thing Like the silence of tension Its too many lonely nights I cant tell good from bad I cant pass you by Too exchanging Youve been around But youve changed me Youve been around Cant pass you by Youve been around But youve changed me Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-change! Too exchanging Youve been around But youve changed me Youve been around Cant pass you by

This is not America Bad Boy baby, David Bowie, lets go This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America Land where my father died, land where my children cried Come on, America, aint no barriers Free the strings, lets see how freedom rings One nation all gettin down for the dollars And the heat is gettin hotter But a lot dont understand Just the way some plan to break you I done seen the whole thing go straight through Hungry for it, Imma make you Pay back whats due to me Everybody gonna see, look what they put upon me Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya More streets to wonder For which it stands for cause lets get it Cause Imma get mine for damn sure, come on Screens, greens car candy painted Chicks in cream is the American dream, aint it? I pledge allegiance to Beamers, dark skies Sleepless nights on the block, two for fives Deep in the struggles but need the hustle Weed and blow shit I make the block bubble Im to the point where Im playa hatin Fool in the stash and Im losin my patience Medieval times in the chest of the beast Come around sniffin Imma mess up ya fleece Job lookin Id rather be pot cookin Its not America, son this is Brooklyn Home of the sheisty, home of the crook We signed joints, aint scared to do a took My country tis of thee, where theres no liberty Just misery, ya heard me Now why cant I breathe with a gun and come free If six dead people run this country Now they come cause my crews too large Who the fuck put chu in charge Runnin around here like you is God Then they wonder why the shootin starts Gettin checks with half my stacks I forgot George Bush wrote half my raps Murderin people for blastin facts Then blamin other cats for their tragic acts Im tryin to get paid till my eyes is closin Cops is like freeze and Im already frozen So they clap and they brawl in hysteria Tappin Jackson callin this area Green gots cats crawlin to bury ya Dont blame Kain for the fall of America Uh, yo what about these streets here Before yall creep here Look around we there 365 days a year Lines to cross no fear And what appears to be roses See Im knowin this When I chose this Whats right In broad day or night More dope deals Im tryin to stay on my heels Every days training day Some things not in explainin ways Who said crimes dont pay Choices to make Aint too many chances left to take Things look so green The sign of the times corruption politics, youg ones dyin What you made of Either hate or love Pressure on the nine when push come to shove A little piece of you A little peace in me A little piece of you A little peace in me Will go Yo, why you cocksuckers pullin me over Racial profilin me cause I aint pushin no Nova Im up to par lookin I know police corruption is up this year and yall crooked Took my hard white Had niggas sellin the same block, pumpin the same night Arrest me, come to court and lie Yeah thats him, pointin like Im the guy What chu want those is me of the block Yo, so you can serve fiends everytime they knock Just last summer had the mad Hummer They took that and didnt even give me they badge number So how am I supposed to feel Who Im supposed to call when the shit gets real Word man Id rather dial 8-1-1 when its important Plus they aint tryin to score like Ed Norton, word

This girl is made of lipstick Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers dont smile at her, dont smile at her This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesnt want to know her any more And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she cant make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesnt have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldnt have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldnt have love affairs

Way back in time Someone said try some I tried some Now buy some, I bought some Oh oh oh After a while When I had tried them, denied them I opened my eyes and I saw you Not a thing did I have Not a thing did I see Untill I called on your love And your love came to me Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh ohhh Through my life Ive seen grey sky, met big fry Seen them die to get high Ohhh And when it seemed that I would only be lonely I opened my eyes and I saw you Not a thing did I feel Not a thing did I know Untill I called on your love And your love sure did grow Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh ohhh Wont you try some Baby wont you buy some Wont you try some Baby wont you buy some Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh ohhh

Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you have been Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you have been All the night and all the day Hide and seeks the game you play Treat me as sure as sin Oh Rosalyn, yeah Rosalyn Hey Rosalyn, you are the girl for me Hey Rosalyn, you are the girl for me When I am holding you so tight It is so hard to say goodnight It is you that I love now cant you see? Do you really love me, do you love me true Do you really love me Rosalyn? Yeah got to know, yeah got to know Yeah got to know Rosalyn Yeah got to know, yeah got to know Yeah got to know Rosalyn Rosalyn Yeah Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, ooh-yeah, ah

Black eyed ravens They spiral down They tilt his head back To the flame filled sunset Raise their guns high As the darken falls These are the days boys Shallow man Shallow man... and they Eats in the doorway With his head inclined And hes always in decline No-one heals anymore So he shrinks as they ride Under vermillion sky So it goes Just a searcher A lonely soul The last of the dreamers Shallow man Shallow man Speaks to the shadows Moves his trembling hands And hes always a little late For the dawning of the day So it goes Just a searcher A lonely soul The last of the dreamers

Im waiting for the man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 1-2-5 So sick and dirty, more dead than alive Im waiting for the man Hey white boy, what you doin in town Hey white boy, chasin all the women around Oh pardon me, sir, its the last thing on my mind Im just looking for a good friend of mine Im waiting for the man Here he comes, hes all dressed in black Real shoes and a big straw hat Hes never early, hes always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait Im waiting for the man Big dirty building, up three flights of stairs Nobody stops you cause nobody cares Hes got the works, gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split because hes got no time to waste Im waiting for the man Baby, dont you holler, darlin, dont you bawl and shout Im feeling good, Im gonna work it on out Im feeling good, Im feeling so fine Until tomorrow but thats just another time Im waiting for the man Im waiting for the man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 1-2-5 So sick and dirty, more dead than alive Im waiting for the man Waiting for the man To welcome me home

Once she had drowned and started her slow descent Down the streams to where the great rivers broaden Oh, the open sky shone most magnificent As if it was acting as her bodys guardian Wreck and duck weed slowly increased her weight By clasping her in their slimy grip Through her limbs, the cold blooded fishes played Creatures and plant life kept on, thus obstructing her last trip And the sky that same evening grew dark as smoke And its stars through the night kept the brightness still soaring But it quickly grew clear when dawn now broke To see that she got one further morning Once her pallid trunk had rotted beyond repair It happened quite slowly that she gently slipped from Gods thoughts First with her face, then her hands, right at the last with her hair Leaving those corpse-choked rivers just one more corpse

Your turn to drive Thick as a line, out of your mind You need the time Youre sweet and youre tired, watching the line Watching the line Youre making my songs, youre making my heart Your turn to drive Its all in the songs, its all in your mind Your turn to drive Drive Turn tonight So Turn tonight You gotta Turn to... You gotta turn tonight Turn tonight Turn tonight Your turn to drive Youre making my songs, youre making my heart Your turn to drive Thick as a line, out of your mind Your turn to drive Drive Turn tonight So Turn tonight You gotta Turn to... You gotta turn tonight Turn tonight Turn tonight Turn tonight

This is Under Pressure Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Under pressure that burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets Um ba ba be Um ba ba be De day da Ee day da Thats okay Its the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, Let me out Pray tomorrow gets me higher Pressure on people, people on streets Day day de mm hm Da da da ba ba Okay Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor These are the days it never rains but it pours Ee do ba be Ee da ba ba ba Um bo bo De Dap People on streets Ee da de da de People on streets Ee da de da de da de da Its the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, Let me out High, Higher, High Turned away from it all like a blind man Sat on a fence but it dont work Keep coming up with love but its so slashed and torn Why, why? Why? Insanity laughs under pressure were breaking Cant we give ourselves one more chance? Why cant we give love that one more chance? Why cant we give love, give love, give love, give love Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love? Because loves such an old fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure Under pressure Pressure

The air is getting hotter Theres a rumbling in the sky Ive been wading through the high muddy water With heat rising through my eyes Every day, your memory grows dimmer It doesnt hurt me like it did before Ive been walking through the middle of nowhere Tryin to get to Heaven before they close the door Oh, hey, yeah Oh, when I was in Missouri They would not let me be I had to leave there in a hurry I only saw what they let me see They broke the heart that loved you Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore Ive been walking that lonesome valley Tryin to get to Heaven before they close the door Oh, oh, yeah Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Oh, people on the platforms Waiting for the trains I can hear their hearts are beatin Like pendulums swingin on a chain When you think you lost everything You find out you can lose a little more I, Im just going down the, that road feeling bad Tryin hard to get to Heaven before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh Oh-oh-oh Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Im going down the river Going down to New Orleans They tell me everythings gonna be alright But I dont know what alright even means I close my eyes and I wonder, boys If everything is as hollow as it seems Ive been to Sugar Town, oh, shook the sugar down Tryin to get to Heaven before they close the door, hey Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door Ooh, tryin to get to Heaven Before they close the door

Dont look down Theyre making sort of crazy sounds Dont look down, no Dont know who else came to kneel On this empty battlefield But when I hear that crazy sound, I dont look down From Central Park to shanty town I always hear that crazy sound From New York to shanty town Theres always something else Dont look down, no I went this morning to the cemetery To see old Rudy Valentino buried Lipstick traces on his name But when I hear that crazy sound, I dont look down From Central Park to shanty town I always hear that crazy sound From New York to shanty town Theres always something else Dont look down, no When I see you standing there I cant see the clothes you wear But when I hear that crazy sound, I dont look down From Central Park to shanty town I always hear that crazy sound From New York to shanty town Theres always something else Dont look down, no No I wont be bored I wont be there Look at life its no piece of cake But when I hear that crazy sound, I dont look down From Central Park to shanty town I always hear that crazy sound From New York to shanty town Theres always something else Dont look down, no

Ziggy played guitar Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders From Mars He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man Then we were Ziggys band Ziggy really sang Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do Like some cat from Japan He could lick em by smiling He could leave them to hang Came on so loaded man Well hung and snow-white tan So where were the Spiders While the flies tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands Ziggy played for time Jiving us that we were voodoo But the kids were just crass He was the nazz, with God-given ass He took it all too far But boy, could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man We had to break up the band Oh yeah Oh yeah Now Ziggy played guitar

I know when to go out I know when to stay in Get things done I catch the paper boy But things dont really change Im standing in the wind But I never wave bye bye But I try, I try Theres no sign of life Its just the power to charm Im lyin in the rain But I never wave bye bye But I try, I try Never gonna fall for Modern love, walks beside me Modern love, walks on by Modern love, gets me to The church on time Church on time, terrifies me Church on time, makes me party Church on time, puts my trust In God and man God and man, no confessions God and man, no religion God and man, dont believe In modern love Its not really work Its just the power to charm Im still standing in the wind But I never wave bye bye But I try, I try Never gonna fall for Modern love, walks beside me Modern love, walks on by Modern love, gets me to The church on time Church on time, terrifies me Church on time, makes me party Church on time, puts my trust In God and man God and man, no confessions God and man, no religion God and man, dont believe In modern love Modern love, walks beside me Modern love, walks on by Modern love, gets me to The church on time Church on time, terrifies me Church on time, makes me party Church on time, puts my trust In God and man God and man, no confessions God and man, no religion God and man, I dont believe In modern love Modern love, modern love, modern love Modern love, modern love, modern love Modern love, modern love, modern love Modern love, modern love, modern love Modern love, walks beside me Modern love, walks on by Modern love, walks beside me Modern love, walks on by Never gonna fall for modern love

Life is a circus Its not a fair Life is a hard road When youre not there At the fair Friends come to see me To see the show (To help my friend and foe Ill let them fight me down) When will they realise? The circus must go To defend Papa, he talks to me Dont dry your arm Gets deep inside you Does you real harm Dont you care? High tight-rope walker Stands straight and tall (To help my friend and foe Ill let them fight me down) Dont lose your balance From way to home Crowds dont care Life is a circus Its not a fair Life is a hard road When youre not there At the fair

Johnnys in America Lo-Teks at the wheel No one needs anyone They dont even just pretend Johnnys in America Im afraid of Americans Im afraid of the world Im afraid I cant help it Im afraid I cant Im afraid of Americans Im afraid of the world Im afraid I cant help it Im afraid I cant Im afraid of Americans Johnnys in America Johnny wants a brain Johnny wants to suck on a Coke Johnny wants a woman Johnny wants to think of a joke Johnnys in America Im afraid of Americans Im afraid of the world Im afraid I cant help it Im afraid I cant Im afraid of Americans Im afraid of the world Im afraid I cant help it Im afraid I cant Im afraid of Americans Johnnys in America Johnny looks up at the stars Johnny combs his hair Johnny wants pussy and cars Johnnys in America Johnnys in America Im afraid of Americans Im afraid of the world Im afraid I cant help it Im afraid I cant Yeah, Im afraid of Americans Im afraid of the words Im afraid I cant help it Im afraid I cant Im afraid of Americans Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na God is an American Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na God is an American Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na God is an American Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na God is an American Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

I cant read and I cant write down I dont know a book from countdown I dont care which shadow gets me All Ive got is someones face Money goes to money heaven Bodies go to body hell I just cough, catch the chase Switch the channel watch the police car I cant read shit anymore I just sit back and ignore I just cant get it right, cant get it right I cant read shit I cant read shit When you see a famous smile No matter where you run your mile To be right in that photograph Andy wheres my fifteen minutes I cant read shit anymore I just sit back and ignore I just cant get it right, cant get it right I cant read shit I cant read shit

When Im five I will wash my face and hands all by myself When Im five I will chew and spit tobacco like my grandfather Jones Cause Im only four and five is far away When Im five I will read the magazines in mummys drawer When Im five I will walk behind the soldiers in the May Day parade Cause Im only four and grown-ups walk too fast Yesterday was horrid day, cause Raymond kicked my shin And mummy says if I am good, shell let me go to school in August Daddy shouted loud at mummy and I dropped my toast at breakfast And I laughed when Bonzo licked my face, because it tickled I wonder why my daddy cries and how I wish that I was nearly five When Im five I will catch a butterfly and eat it and I wont be sick When Im five I will jump in puddles, laugh in church and marry my mum And Ill let my daddy do the washing-up If I close one eye, the people on that side cant see me I get headaches in the morning and I rode on Freddies tri-cy-cle And everywhere was funny, when I ran down to the sweetshop Then I fell and bleeded-up my knee and everybody soppied me I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if hed make me five I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if hed make me five When Im five When Im five When Im oah

Someday they wont let you, now you must agree The times they are a-telling, and the changing isnt free Youve read it in the tea leaves, the tracks are on tv Beware the savage jaw Of 1984 Theyll break your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air And tell you that youre eighty, but lover you wont care Youll be shooting up this huge world, like tomorrows wasnt there Beware the savage jaw Of 1984 We played out an all night movie role You said it would last, but I guess weve grown In 1984 1984 Now we can talk in confidence Did you guess that weve been done wrong Lies jumped the queue to be first in line Such a shameless design He thinks hes well screened from the man at the top Its a shame that his children disagree They cooly decide to sell him down the line Daddys brainwashing time Hes a do do, no no didnt hear it from me Hes a do do, no no didnt hear it from me She doesnt recall her blessed childhood out of yore When a unit was a figure not a she When lovers chose each other seems the perks are due Another memo to screw Shes a do do, no no didnt hear it from me Shes a do do, no no didnt hear it from me Can you wipe your nose my child without them slotting in your file a photograph Will you sleep in fear tonight wake to find the scorching light of neighbour jim Come to, turn you in But the do do, no no, didnt hear it from me Another do do, no no, didnt hear it from me Another do do, no no, didnt hear it from me Another do do, no no, didnt hear from me Come see, come see, remember me? We played out an all night movie role You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled In 1984 1984 198 4 1984 1984 1984 1984 1984 1984

Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills And put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown Engines on Check ignition And may Gods love be with you Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff This is Ground Control To Major Tom Youve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now its time to leave the capsule If you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control Im stepping through the door And Im floating In a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And theres nothing I can do Though Im past One hundred thousand miles Im feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my man I love him very much He knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuits dead Theres something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you.... Here am I floating Round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And theres nothing I can do

Oh, little baby You know I have been away Oh, little baby You know I will come today Do not you know that Everything is alright Everything is alright Let me hold your hand and be your loving man Let me hold your hand and be your loving man Oh, little baby You know I feel so good Oh, little baby I never knew I could And do not you know that Everything is alright Everything is alright Let me give you loving like nobody can Let me give you loving like nobody can Let me hold your hand and be your loving man No, no, no, no, no, thats a-loving you (Must have been you I am going to all night loving you) No, no, no, no, no I will be good for you Everything is alright Everything is alright Let me give you loving like nobody can Let me give you loving like nobody can Everything is alright Oh

Wake up you sleepy head Put on some clothes, shake up your bed Put another log on the fire for me Ive made some breakfast and coffee Look out my window and what do I see A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me All the nightmares came today And it looks as though theyre here to stay What are we coming to No room for me, no fun for you I think about a world to come Where the books were found by the Golden ones Written in pain, written in awe By a puzzled man who questioned What we were here for All the strangers came today And it looks as though theyre here to stay Oh you pretty things Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and Papas insane Oh you pretty things Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and Papas insane Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Look out at your children See their faces in golden rays Dont kid yourself they belong to you Theyre the start of a coming race The earth is a b Weve finished our news Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use All the strangers came today And it looks as though theyre here to stay Oh you pretty things Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and Papas insane Oh you pretty things Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and Papas insane Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Oh you pretty things Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and Papas insane Oh you pretty things Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and Papas insane Let me say it again You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

New feeling inside It is a hot certain kind I feel hot and cold Down in my soul, baby I cannot explain Going out of my mind Dizzy in the head, and I am feeling blue Things you say well maybe they are true I get funny dreams again and again Knows what it means, but Cannot explain I think it is love Say it to you When I feel blue I cannot explain, no, I cannot explain You know I cannot explain I am going out of my mind Well I am worried guy But I cannot explain

Ohhhhh... here it comes Here comes the night Yeah, here comes the night Oh, yeah I can see right out my window walking down the street my girl With another guy His arms around her Like it used to be with me Oh it makes me want to die Yeah, here it comes Here comes the night Yeah, here comes the night Yeah... There they go, funny how they look so good together Wonder what is wrong with me Why cannot I accept The fact shes chosen him And simply let them be? Oh she is with him They are turning down the lights Now he is holding her the way I used to do I can see her closing her eyes And telling him lies Exactly like she told me too

It was precisely 5.47am on the morning of Friday 31 of December 1999 that a dark spirited pluralist began the dissection of 14-year-old Baby Grace Blue. The arms of the victim were pin-cushioned with 16 hypodermic needles, pumping in four major preservatives, colouring agents, memory information transport fluids and some kind of green stuff. From the last and 17th, all blood and liquid was extracted. The stomach areas was carefully flapped open and the intestines removed, disentangled and re-knitted as it were, into a small net or web and hung between the pillars of the murder-location, the grand damp doorway of Oxford Town Museum of Modern Parts, New Jersey. The Limbs of Baby were then served from the torso. Each limb was implanted with a small, highly sophisticated, binary code translator which in turn was connected to small speakers attached to far ends of each limb. The self-contained mini amplifiers were then activated, amplifying the decoded memory info-transport substances, revealing themselves as little clue haikus, small verses detailing memories of other brutal acts, well documented by the ROMbloids. The limbs and their components were then hung upon the splayed web, slug-like prey of some unimaginable creature. The torso, by means of its bottom-most orifice, had been placed on a small support fastened to a marble base. It was shown to warring degrees of success depending upon where one stood from behind the web but in front of the Museum door itself, acting as both signifier and guardian to the act. It was definitely murder - but was it art? All this was to be the lead-up to the most provocative event in the whole sequence of serial-events that had started around November of that same year, plunging me into the most portentous chaos-abyss that a quiet lone hacker like myself could comprehend. My name is Nathan Adler, or Detective Professor Adler in my circuit. Im attached to the division of Art-Crime Inc., the recently instigated corporation funded by an endowment from the Arts Protectorate of London, it being felt that the investigation of art-crimes was in itself inseparable from other forms of expression and therefore worthy of support from this significant body. Nicolas Serota himself had deemed us, the small-fry of the division, worthy of an exhibit at last years Biennale in Venice, three rooms of evidence and comparative study work which conclusively proved that the cow in Mark Tanseys The Innocent Bye Test could not differentiate between Paulus Potters The Young Bull of 1647 and one of Monets grain stack paintings of the 1890s. The traditional art press deemed this extrapolation bullshit and removed itself to study the more formal ideas contained in Damien Hirsts Sheep In A Box. Arts a farmyard. Its my job to pick thru the manure heap looking for peppercorns. friday, december 31, 1999, 10.15 am As in any crime, my first position is to pursue the motive-gag. The recent spate, thru 98-99, of concept-muggings pretty much had me pulling breath for an art-murder. It was a crime whose time was now. The precedents were all there. It had probably its beginnings in the 70s with the Viennese castrationists and the blood-rituals of Nitsch. Public revulsion put the lid on that episode, but you cant keep a good down. Spurred on by Chris Burdens having himself shot by his collaborator in a gallery, tied up in a bag, thrown on a highway and then crucified upon the top of a Volkswagen, stories circulated thru the nasty-neon of N.Y. night that a young Korean artist was the self-declared patient of wee-hours surgery in cut and run operations at not-so-secret locations in the city. If you found out about it, you could go and watch this guy having bits and pieces removed under anaesthetic. A finger-joint one night, a limb another. By the dawning of the 80s, rumour had it that he was down to a torso and one arm. Hed asked to be left in a cave in the Catskills, fed every so often by his acolytes. He didnt do much after that. I guess he read a lot. Maybe wrote a whole bunch. I suppose you can never tell what an artist will do once hes peaked. Round this same time, Bowie the singer remarked on a copula goons who frequented the Berlin bars wearing full surgery regalia; caps, aprons, rubber gloves and masks. The cutting edge. Then came Damien Hirst with the Shark-Cow-Sheep thing. No humans, palatable ritual for the world-wide public. The acceptable face of gore. Meanwhile in the US, 1994, I was in town on the night of the Athey sacrifactions. thursday, october 27, 1994 122 east village, manhattan Ron Athey, performance artist not for the squeamish - former heroin addict-HIV positive, pushes what looks like a knitting needle repeatedly into his forehead, a crown of blood, must hurt like hell. Stream red dribble-dribble. No screams. Face moves in pain. Carried upstage and scrubbed down in his own blood. The water. Now dresses in nice suit and tie. Now in black T-shirt and jean, carving, with a disposable scalpel, patterns, into the back of Darryl Carlton, a black man. Bloody blotted paper towels then hung on a washing line suspended over the heads of the audience Blood-prints from life. An extremely limited edition. When it was first performed back in March. Four Scenes In A Harsh Life exploited controversy shrapnel throughout the National Endowment For the Arts. We have taken every precaution with our disposal systems, an Athey spokesperson said. The towels containing the blood are immediately deposited in hazardous-waste bags. Each evening, the material will be driven to a hospital for final disposal. Athey says he is dealing with issues of self-loathing, suffering, healing and redemption. friday, december 31, 1999, 10.30 am museum of modern parts Im drinking up the Oxford Town, New Jersey fume. Salty and acid. Maybe I can get a handle on this thing back in Soho at the bureau. It used to be Rothkos studio, now the playground for all us Art-Crime folk, AC or the daubers as were dubbed. Rothko himself, in a dark-deep-drunk one night, carefully removed his clothes, folded them up neatly, placing them upon a chair, lay upon the floor in a crucified position and after several attempts, found the soft blue pump of wrists and checked out. Hed held the razor blades between wads of tissue paper so that he wouldnt cut his fingers. Deep thinker. Always was. 11.00 am dauber hq, soho The only names the Data bank can associate with Baby Grace are Leon Blank, Ramona A. Stone and Algeria Touchshriek. The rundowns are brief but not to the point: Ramona A. Stone: Female. Caucasian. Mid-40s. Assertive maintenance interest-drug dealer and Tyrannical Futurist. No convictions. Contacts: Leon Blank, Baby Grace Blue, Algeria Touchshriek. Leon Blank: Male. Mixed race. 22 years. Outsider Three convictions for petty theft, appropriation and plagiaries without license. Contacts: Baby Grace Blue, Algeria Touchshriek. Algeria Touchshriek: Male. Caucasian. 78 years. Owner of small establishment on Rail Yard, Oxford town, N.J. Deals in art-drugs and DNA prints. Fence for all apparitions of any medium. Harmless, lonely. Small cog, no wheels. Not much to go on but R.A.Stone weighs heavy on my memory. No problem, itll come back. Best thing to do now is feed all relevant pieces into the Mack-Verbasiser, the Metarandom programme the re-strings real life facts as improbable virtual-fact. I may get a lead or two from that. 11.15 am Jesus Who. I hate typing. Anyhow, weve got some real interesting solvents from Mack-random. How about this! Verbasiser download, first block: No convictions of assertive saints believed Caucasian way-out tyrannical evoked no images described Christian saints questions no female described christian tyrannical questions R.A.Stone christian machine believed no work is caucasian assertive saints assertive believed female convictions martyrs and tyrannical are evoked Female described the fabric machine Slashing way out saints and martyrs and thrown downstairs Now the swirl begins. Now the image stack backs up and takes centre stage. Ramona A. Stone. I remember this thickness, this treacly liquid thought. But wait, Im ahead of myself. june 15, 1977 kreutzburg, berlin Its two in the morning. I cant sleep for the screaming of some poor ostracized Turkish immigrant screaming his guts out from over the street. His hawking shriek sounds semi-stifled like hes got a pillow over his mouth. But the desperation comes through the spongy rubber like a knife. It cuts the breeze and bangs my eardrums. I take a walk past the fabric machine, turn left onto a street with no name, The caucasian suicide centre, naked and grimy, silhouetted by fungus yellow street lamps female slashing way-out saints for a dollar a time thrown downstairs if you cant take any more. Pure joy of retreat into death, led by the shepherdess. Anti mixed-race posters pasted upon their alter of pop-death icons party people. A zero with no name looks dull-eyed to Ms. Stone, the drone that says in the future, everything was up to itself. Yes. I remember Ramona. She set herself up as the no-future priestess of the Caucasian Suicide Temple, vomiting out her doctrine of death-as-eternal- party into the empty vessels of Berlin youth. The top floor rooms were the gateways to giving up to the holy ghost. She must have overseen more than 30 or 40 check-outs before the local squad twigged what was going down. october 28, 1994 New Yorker Magazine, advanced copy, celebrating fashion. Its a first of its kind since Tina Brown took over as editor. One look is all it took. It took the look and wrote a new book on what sophistaplites would take and bake. Guy Bourdin featured heavily in this new eDISHion. Since the advent of AIDS and the new morality, and, of course, his death, his dark sexy fatal style had fallen out of Vogue. An uncompromising photographer, he had found a twisty avenue through desire and death. A white female leg sticking gloomily out of a bath of black liquid enamel. Two glued up babes covered in tiny pearls. The glue prevented their skins from breathing and they pass out. Oh it would be beautiful. he is to have said. to photograph them dead in bed. He was a French Guy. Ha had known Man Ray. Loved Lewis Carroll. His first gig was doing hats for Vogue. Hed place dead flies or bees on the faces of the models, or, female head wears hat crushed between three skinned calves heads, tongues lolling. Well, it was the 50s, that was it was. The tight-collor 50s seen through unspeakable hostility. He wanted but he couldnt paint. So he threw globs of revengeful hatred at his mobile subjects. He would systematically pull the phone cord out of the wall. He was never to be disturbed. Disturbed. Never. Everything and everyone died around him. One shoot focusing upon a women lying in bed was said to be a reconstruction of his estranged wifes death. Another picture has a women in a phone booth making some frantic call. Her hand is pressed whitely against the glass. Behind her and outside are two female bodies partially covered by the autumn leaves. His dream, so he told his friends, was to do shoots in the morgue, with the stiffs as mannequins, I dont know. I just read this stuff. Now his spirit was being resurrected. Were mystified by blood. Its our enemy now. We dont understand it. Cant live with it. Cant , well... yknow? friday, december 31, 1999, 11.30 am After Surgery and investment in a bullet-proof mask, Ramona turned up in London, Canada as owner of a string of body-parts jewellery stores. Lamb penis necklaces, goat-scrotum purses, nipple earrings, that sort of thing. The word on the street, however, suggested that it was not in the best of interests to become one of her clients as occasionally, a customer would step into her shop and not come out again. The whistle blew after a much-loved and highly respected celebrity, known for being known, failed to show for a gallery-hanging of her mirrors. Other celebrities, equally known for being known, some only to each other, thought it was the most profound exhibit in years and couldnt take their eyes off the works. All the pieces sold within an hour, many for record prices. When the critic for Date magazine asked for an interview with the celebrity-artist, the gallery owner recalled that he hadnt seen her since earlier that day. Shed mentioned that she would be going shopping for a diamond-encrusted umbilical cord as a celebratory thing to announce her pregnancy. She would be back in an hour. Just a quick stop at the Gallstone. 1986. That pregnancy would have produced a being that would be around 14 years of age. If it was still alive. To be continued...?

Ive seen the city I took the next flight For Borneo They say its pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in Playboy Or Duvalier Make the last plane come Let me rise through the cloudy above With a book on Borneo Strangers come and go Its such a waste of time Problems far behind Another day But even in springtime Its a rich slice of life So send me a letter Ill reply with a broken spear That dusky mulatto In nylons and tattoos Hot juice in coke bottles We dance in the sand Well, they twirl and they tumble Yes, they twirl and they tumble Well, Ill twirl and Ill tumble Ive been to Leons Hes got nine daughters And a stereo They say that Leon Watches from the tree tops In Borneo When the road is mud Everything stops with a thud Thats the way it goes Way down yonder in Borneo Far beneath his mansion Theres an open drain Sending all the sewage down the hill But when the general shows movies No one hesitates To sneak from the jungle They laugh and they mumble Enjoying the show And that dusky mulatto Hot juice in coke bottles In blue jeans and tattoos Well, they twirl and they tumble Yes, they twirl and they tumble Well, Ill twirl and Ill tumble I like the free world They say its pretty This time of year They tumble and twirl Ill tumble and twirl {etc.}

Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may Gods love be with you This is Ground Control to Major Tom Youve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control Im stepping through the door And Im floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here I am sitting in a tin can, far above the world Planet Earth is blue And theres nothing I can do Though Im past one hundred thousand miles Im feeling very still and I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuits dead, theres something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear? Here I am floating round my tin can Far above the moon Planet Earth is blue And theres nothing I can do