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6. | Murder |
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8. | All Things Are Nice |
9. | My Baby |
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I'll stay with you until the end
I say you'll let me be your friend
I'll say you'll let me in the end
I just want to be your friend.
How can I be sure you're breaking all the rules
How can I be sure I should be high above
I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jump the moon and find I'm losing my mind.
Don't tell me I'm the howling wind
Don't tell me you're the wounded star
And don't tell me I'm the devil's friend
Don't tell me
Don't tell me
I've gone too far.
I didn't hear you as you left my room last night
Don't turn your back on me
I didn't hear you as you left the room last night
Please return and set me free.
I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jumped the moon and find the sun burns my eyes.
Don't tell me I'm the howling wind
Don't tell me you're the wounded star
And don't tell me I'm the devil's friend
Don't tell me
Don't tell me
I've gone too far.
I can't get a grip on
I can't get a grip on
I can't get a grip on you
I can't get a grip on
No
No
Can't get a grip on.
I say you'll let me in the end
I say you'll let me be your friend.
I maybe asked this once before
Don't you love me any more?
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Someone touched me late last night
Someone tried to tie me down
Passing by at such a height
Smashing down the laughing clown
Don't tell me I'm looking well
For the truth will never tell
Cut me down, let me sleep
Promises I'll never, never keep
Something moved me in the night
Someone tried to pin me down
Asking questions, who was right
Telling me I wear the crown
Don't ask me what's on my mind
For the truth you'll never ever find
And don't tell lies no more
There's nothing left to hide
A clown can lose his foolish pride
I tried to tell you
So many times before
Give me back my pride
I could hardly ask for more!
I tried in every way
To get this through to you
I missed by miles
My message won't go through
I tried in every way
To get this through to you
I missed by miles
My message won't go through
Don't ask me what's on my mind
For the truth you'll never ever find
And don't tell lies no more
There's nothing left to hide
A clown can lose his foolish pride
Don't tell me I'm looking well
For the truth will never tell
Cut me down, let me sleep
That's a promise I'll never, never keep
Someone touched me late last night
Someone tried to tie me down
Something moved me in the night
Someone tried to pin me down
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Blind hope, blind visions
Blind centre, one centre
Blind living and seeing
Blind hell, blind hell
Blind visions and no reasons
For action, blind words
Blind visions and no reasons
For action, blind words
Blind visions and no reasons
No reasons for actions
In a dream when I'm reading pages full of words
The harder you look
It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's not
A dream's a dream
In a dream when I'm reading pages
Pages full of words
It's, it's getting hard, it's not
It's not, it, it
It's getting hard
It's getting harder
It's getting hard
Hold me closer now, hold me closer
That's blind vision, blind vision
Push me harder now, harder, push me harder
It's blind hell, blind hell
Keep me spinning around and round
Blind centre, blind centre
Now I'm turning miles above the ground
That's blind hell, blind hell, blind hell
Blind hope, blind visions
Blind centre, one centre
Blind living and seeing
Blind hell, blind hell
Blind visions and no reasons
For actions, blind words
Blind visions and no reasons
For actions, blind words
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How time became the tide and turned again, again
And washed onto a thousand beaches
How time became the tide and touched and turned
You touched and turned me, inside out!
And a dryed out shell can never show
The horrors that you bring to me in, deathtrap so fun!
How time became the tide, each day you leave me standing still
and still, the dried out shell
And dragged into a careless life with nothing else to do
waves don't often mean their anger
I can only wait so long
I can only wait so long
I can only wait so long
so long, farewell
How time became the tide, calm, it creeps, it slides, in yards each day
So long, farewell
How time became the tide, and when you're calm you miss me
Angry, I stand to lose you
How time became the tide, at time I bare the pain
waves don't often mean their anger
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Yea, that's love that it is
Umm, that's love that it is
When you come rushing into my heart
When you com running out of the fire
It must be love that it is
Yea, that's love that it is
I think I'm the only one that's got an idea
And I come running full of desire
And that's love that it is
And you call me, and that's love, and that's love that it is
And call me
And that
And that
And that
That, that, that, that's love that is
And then you fall into my arms and I fell for all your charms
And I'm sure I'm the only one that cares
And I've got this idea I'm a foreign correspondent
And I hear the lines are all engaged
So it came of no surprise, I sent a letter home
But you live so far away from me
No matter what I do I just can't see
Shame on me for it makes no sense
But that's love, love, love, love, love that it is
Scream to extreme, I'll do anything for you
Black and white, and then you turn me black and blue
High and low, rough with the smooth, night and day
And you turn my pleasure to pain
I've got a tongue tied message, all I want is you
A black eyed reply, clearly made me blue
I'm wishing on a wishbone that you weren't there
I might as well rock on, you just don't care
I fight a loosing battle, all I want is you
Thinking one day might make it clear
You come laughing, full of desire
And you call me to your side
And you haul out all my pride
And I see your changing points of view
Ain't no surprise that it's love that is
And that's love that it is
And you call me, and that's love, and that's love that it is
And call me
And that
And that
And that
That, that, that, that's love that is
And then you fall into my arms
And that's love that is
And I fell for all your charms
And that's love that is
And that's love that is
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Yes, that's why I'm feeling blue
Yes, that's just because of you
I'm through with you
Yes, I'm through with you
But that don't stop me feeling blue
I held up the skies you pulled down
And that's why I wear a frown
Why am I still feeling blue?
Maybe 'cause I'm through with you
You said you loved me and I thought it true
Now that's why I'm through with you
You said you loved me and you were unkind
And that's why I've changed my mind
See the train going down the track
Wonder why I feel so blue?
The train goes faster down the line
Makes me think so much of you
See the train go down the track
I started running but I pulled back
I see them crying. Won't you see them cry?
I know you won't be back again
See the train go down the track
People scream and see the fire
See the train go off the track
Now I know you won't be back
People scream and people cry
Whistle blowing way down the line
See them crying. Won't you hear them cry?
I lost your love and now I must die
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I must have left my house at eight because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time, I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five, I must have left; there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly, I must have read the evening paper then
Oh, yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came
I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read awhile
The latest one by Barbara Cartland or something in that style
It's funny, but I have no sense of living without aim
The day before you came
And turning out the lights
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof, I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came
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