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Material Girls
05:13
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Come to me my material girls. Music so soft and sweet and the scent is so nice.
Intoxication is complete where everything is half-price .
Come to me my material girls.
Angels bleeding fingers in the shadow of the great wall
The evening sun lingers as the cars leave the shopping mall.
Come to me my material girls .
Over hills and mountains ancient city of babylon,
With gardens and fountains and two for the price of one.
Come to me my material girls
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2. |
Going Under
02:35
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Black cats' claws to the kerb they cling,ready to pounce on the bird with the broken wing.
Goin'under.
Withered old man age of forty-five dancin'in the alley with the bottle that keeps him alive.
Goin'under.
Being let go they're letting him loose.Cowboy is that a lasso or a noose?
Goin'under.
Captain hook there's a hole in the boat.Soon our feathered caps will be soaked.
Goin'under
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3. |
Les Bleus
03:50
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The glamour girls of Corsica flirting in the corner with Yves Montand.
Watching les boys have a whale of a time.
Stroking their beards in a gallic state of mind.
Ho Chi Minh and Bridget Bardot arguing the toss with Monsieur Rosseau.
Watching......
In the deserts of Algeria the spirit of Napoleon whispers in the air.
Watching.....
Such cultured caucasions.
And Louis' tapestries are heaven sent.
If you suffer invasion, you've always got the Vichy government.
Did you test le bomb?
It's dripping with garlic,we know where it came from.
And if there's trouble down the Paris metro station,you can always call your Muslim population.
Paul Gaugain and his primate companion wandering through Marseilles and the Hiva Oa island. Watching.......
Jean-Paul Satre and Robispierre,Catherine Denevue wave their cockerels in the air.
Watching........
Such cultured caucasions.
And Louis' tapestries are heaven sent.
If you suffer invasion,you've always got the Vichy government.
Did you test le bomb?
it's dripping with garlic we know where it came from.
And if there's trouble down the Paris metro station you can always call your Muslim population.
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4. |
A Thousand Violins
04:30
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You bled me dry,i have no more.
But i'll make it up to you.
I gave you all the things you asked for.
Yes i made it up to you.
If we put our wooden heads together,i'm sure we can work it all out.
You beat me so hard to keep me in line.
But i'll make it up to you.
I took your shame and i made it mine.
Yes i made it up to you.
If we put our rubber heads together,maybe we can talk this out.
The glass falls to the floor.
She's full of mistakes.
She sweeps it up again.
She walks into doors.
She's fragile,she breaks.
But we can put humpty dumpty together again.
You wore me down to the very nub.
But i'll make it up to you.
You can use my skin for your cigerette stub.
Yes i'll make it up to you.
If we put our empty heads together,i'm sure we can work it it all out.
The cup falls to the floor.
She's full of mistakes.
She wipes it up again.
She's bouncing off walls.
She's fragile,she breaks.
But we can put humpty dumpty together again.
So get your violin and start playing.
A thousand violins start playing.
A million violins start playing those sad,sad strings.
How many rivers have i cried for you?
Still i make up with you.
You know one day i'll die.It's true.
How will i make it up to you?
If we put our hollow skulls together,maybe we can talk this through.
The kid falls to the floor.
She's full of mistakes.
She picks her up again.
She's falling off walls.
She's fragile.She breaks.
Oh, can we put humpty dumpty together again?
So get your violin and start playing.
A thousand violins start playing.
A million violins start playing.
Forget the violins and start praying.
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5. |
I Need..
04:09
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I need to hold you now.
I need all you can allow.
I need to have you near.
I need to breathe in your air.
Cold wind blows.
Still my door is open.
God only knows,I ain't copin'.
Ice age is over.
Let the thaw begin.
If I feel like a loser does that mean you win.
I need to fill empty rooms.
I need outcomes to assume.
I need to call you constantly.
I need you to answer me.
I need to know it's your will.
I need this void to be filled.
If I burn all the dead wood I need a spark.
Naked and lonely.
I'm a tree with no bark.
We're air bubbles trapped in ice.
Hiding in holes like frightened little mice.
Don't know if there's a heaven, but it's hell without you.
What do I do?
How I've been brought down to Earth.
Now I know what a true friend is really worth.
I need you to break away.
I need you to leave.
I need you to stay.
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6. |
Secrets
04:10
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Cinderella stays put for yet another night.
Wild dogs go wild running around in squares.
Veins with no heart to pump them wound tight.
Like twine.
As useless as a book full of prayers.
A tree with no leaves.,in a house full of thieves.
No transparency.
Secrets are kept unrevealed.
The big chief decides it's time for one more purge.
Clear the clutter that's built up in the back room.
Attaining- then retaining,there-in lies the scourge.
Out with the old in with the new should lift the gloom.
Like a tree with no leaves in a house full of thieves.
No transparency.
Secrets are best left unrevealed.
Doctor Goldberg believes she's stumbled on a cure for insanity.
She lights a cigerette.
Sits back in her wooden chair.
Just imagine the benefits for all humanity.
She's never been in love.
No man has ever cared.
Like a tree with no leaves in a house full of thieves.
No transparency.
Secrets are kept unrevealed.
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That picture of you ,surrounded by blue,sitting on top of a camel.
It's just you and me.
We're drinking our tea.
You tell me to change the channel.
And the days glide by and the years slide by.
Her eyes look like jewels from the centre of the sun.
Her love is the fuel keeps your engine on the run.
And it's you, who he wants to come home to.
Her bed is unmade.
The cotton does fade like the make-up around your eyes.
I'm standing still.I feel the chill of another unwanted sunrise.
And the days.....
We're cosy and settled with concrete and metal.
Safe from all creation.
And the days.....
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8. |
Junkie Princess
03:27
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Gold purple grey and blue.
The skies colours go unnoticed.
Where she's coming from,where she's going to. Remains out of focus .
She then stretches her rubber face.
Lays down beneath the moon rays.
The signs are put in place.
Expect delays .
Overcooked. Overdone.
Been stewing for so long.
This world is yours.
You are blessed,my junkie princess.
Witness an outstanding feat.
Then see it shot to pieces.
By the skinny girls on the street.
Anorexic mona lisas.
Such complexities are for others.
Why should she even try.
To struggle,to suffer.
She may as well die .
Overcooked.Overdone.
Been stewing for so long.
This world is yours.
You are blessed,my junkie princess.
SOON A QUEEN OF RUIN.
SOON A QUEEN OF RUIN.
A man in his professions' uniform.
You'd better do as he says.
Waiting around is now the norm.
Blank faces all expect delays.
Fifty foot shadows in the pale morning light.
Echoes from the granite meadows.
Hear the cry of the helpless in their plight.
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9. |
The Funny One
03:45
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Are'nt you the funny one.
Your love comes across broken glass.
Could be a hot or a cold front.
All depends on the mask.
Kisses are flung across the room.
Sometimes they make you laugh.
You always say you'll be leaving soon.
I see your face freeze like an old photograph.
Underneath the evening glow.
We're huddled close ,entwined.
Our love is there don't you know.
Hidden away in some old fashioned rhyme.
Me and you.
We're stuck together.
At least until tomorrow.
You could always find someone better.
I've got a heart he can borrow.
Even after all of these years,you still expect chivalry.
Don't you know it's the cause of all your fears and petty rivalries.
You're so ugly when you try to act tough.
Brings out an animal side .
Everything is never enough.
But you make it all sound justified.
Me and you.
We're stuck together.
At least until tomorrow.
You could always find a man who's better.
I've got a heart he can borrow.
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10. |
Sophie
03:23
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Sophie draws pictures of the ghosts in her mind.
Puts the parts in a box.
Ties it with fragrant twine.
She arrives with hope at the ancient castle walls.
Her cries for help echo in the kings' halls.
We're really sorry, we're truly sorry now you're gone.
Sophie blows bubbles.
Roman legions shake the ground.
A phantom in the shadows.
Her skin crawls at the sound.
We're really sorry,we're truly sorry now you've gone.
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Who will kill the children?
Shall we draw straws?
They cry so pitifully.
They eat the plaster of the walls.
We are but soldiers in the circus of war.
We are not monsters.
I hear them squeal behind the door.
Two days, two nights they've been there.
Each face a ghastly hue.
The eldest is eleven.
The youngest barely two.
Who will kill the children?
Oh,what have we become?
An order is an order.
Soon it will be done.
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12. |
New York Is No Ultimatum
06:07
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She's flying to NewYork.
A city with so many scars.
I'll stay in doors.
Fight my own little wars.
She will leave me behind.
I can exist in lonliness.
Hello Miss Liberty.
Farewell it's not you, it's me.
Hello Times square.
Farewell,I could'nt care.
Hello Empire State.
Farewell, it's getting late.
She'll bow her head at ground zero.
I'll die like a tragic hero.
She's determined to amuse herself.
Attain some independence.
Got her youth and her health.
A head full of self confidence.
I can exist in lonliness.
Hello Grand Central Station.
Farewell,no hesitation.
Hello Hudson river.
Farewell indian giver.
Hello Central Park.
Farewell,it's getting dark.
She bows her head at ground zero and i die like a tragic hero.
Did'nt have much to say,but my mouth was swimming with words.
Did'nt ask her to stay.
Now she's up there with the birds.
She will leave me behind.
I can exist in lonliness.
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