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3. | Island |
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5. | Rude Awakening |
6. | Que ? |
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8. | Initial Speed |
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MacCormack-MacCormack-Manzanera
Thunder rolling down out of dried-up skies
Every inch of earth crying out for water
Television man spelling out the price
Everywhere the sheep creeping the slaughter
Cold weather coming, people feel the fire
Living on Dead End Street with no desire
Is it any wonder you've got no power
When you pay a thief to keep it for you?
Is it a surprise that your wine is sour
When you let a liar choose the brew he pours you?
Talk on the wire about force and choice
It's uncomfortable to raise your voice
Everybody whispering behind their hand
Selling their despair to any stronger man
Don't have to listen now
We taught ourselves to trust our heads
It's getting us nowhere
If fifty-five million hearts can't feel it
We'll never know where
Polish up your silver and hide your gold
Send the lookout man down to every corner
Gather in the place where it's bought and sold
Next to where you once used to be a learner
Cold weather coming, people feel the fire
Living on Dead End Street with no desire
You gotta listen now
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MacCormack-Manzanera
Friday night she got carried away
Suzie lost everything she see
Johnny found out she didn't understand
She wanted it all, she wanted it all
Saturday she was laughing it off
Johnny's lonely as he can be
Everyone seemed to agree
Suzie don't need sympathy
But Sunday morning she drove her car into a wall
Lonely one, a wall is not a home
Lonely one, a soul is not a throne
Lies are highs, the truth is out on loan
Johnny ran down to the hospital ward
And he tried to apologise
He said " You were too weak and you could not speak
And I've been blind and you know I'm crying
Sometimes I turn off, want the world to go away
But if you ever come around
I'll never let you down"
And the doctor said "Who's gonna pay for the bed?"
Lonely one, you always feel the same
(Why do they want all my time?)
Lonely one, it's such a childish game
(Why isn't anything mine?)
Lonely one, you're going to go insane
Lonely one, the stars were meant for you
Eyes are yours but you don't own the view
Lonely one, do what you gotta do
Time runs out for the innocent man
When he can't get what he wants
Johnny wears shades and he holds a blade
On no, you mustn't do that, you mustn't do that
Sometimes you turn off, want the world to go away
Whatever keeps you alive
All that you need to survive
Any old way to keep the things you know from
Bringing you down
Saint Serene, get me on Flight 19
Saint Serene, get me on Flight 19
Saint Serene, get me on Flight 19
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MacCormack-Manzanera
Saw your face on TV
You said its alright have no fear
I'm here
Panics ended
Your rights defended
From those who tried to tell you
About the other side of life
The strife that's going on
Go to sleep now
Count the sheep now
With us the dream will never end
It's easy to take what you are told
They said we need law and order
But no all your lives are bought and sold
And just for some law and order
Now the days grow colder
The plans they've got for you are clear
So clear
You're not so sure
You want that cure
And those who tried to tell you
About the shit that's going down
Are found out on the moor
But just don't ask how
Curfew starts now
Get off the streets and bolt the door
We'll get away form here one day
I'll take you across the border
There's gotta be somewhere we can stay
Where they don't need law and order
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MacCormack-Manzanera
Well, they say that home is where the heart is
But you left, way back, and started roaming
For these streets that were so bright with promise
Mother's love is what you turned away from
Now you're trapped
Down in the City of Light
You'll go crazy
City of Light
City of Light
Blinds are drawn cross windows facing nowhere
In the day the darkness is complete
Close your eyes and try to cry away your nightmares
You just know the downtown city street
Where darkness reigns
Down in the City of Light
You'll go crazy
Try as you might there's no end to your days in the
City of Light
City of Light
You know these streets so well
Each drugstore, night club and bar
Don't try to run from here
You're not allowed to get far
Hookers prowl, the look, the pout, the open invitation
to liaisons swift with cold
In rainswept streets, the pimps are calculating
Acts of haste, the clients, lives they've bought and sold
Sell yours too
Down in the City of Light
Things go hazy
Try as you might you'll go blind in the blaze of the
City of Light
City of Light
There's been sudden death, a knife, down on the eastside
You can stand so much, then instinct takes its head
And though people say that home is where the heart is
They don't know that this damned city's heart is dead
There's no escape
Down in the City of Light
You'll go crazy
Try as you might you can never be saved from the
City of Light
City of Light
You know these streets too well
Each drugstore, night club and dive
There's no route out of here
You only know one way to survive
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MacCormack-Manzanera
The message reads
"Well, hi there pal
How have you been?
Its such a long, long time"
Signed "with love"
A blue ink kiss
Is there above
"I hope you're feeling fine"
Postcard scenes
Of sun and sand and smart hotels
Where palm trees grow
Stretch out and warm this tired old town
Across a thousand miles
Her love brings smiles
You read her words once more
Before you let the lights go down
Panoramic views and side street scenes
Fancy clubs, the current tourist themes
For twenty cents, no more, the mail man brings
Postcard love
Friends come and go so quickly
You wish she'd stayed
Singing songs for love is oh so very fine
You played your hand and laid it on the line
You bared your heart
She trumped it every time
Panoramic views and side street scenes
Fancy clubs and slick, black limousines
Not knowing what he does, the mail man brings
Postcard love
And her message reads
"Well, hi there pal
How have you been?
Its such a long, long time"
And though its signed "with love"
You know it's just a friendly touch
I bet she hopes your feeling fine
For postcard love
Is all you'll ever get from her
It's not her fault she hurt you bad
And it will never mend
'Cos the "love" she sent and signed
Was never meant to find
The heart of one, and yes you know
She thought was just a friend
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