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That's Too
Bad
I look up and the camera eye
is Searching my room The TV screen is calling
me But for what or whom? Please, mister, do be
careful I'm so frgile Maybe they'll let me down
to Speedy's place for a while
Oh, well that's too bad
I talk a lot, a sign of fear I
thought you should know I can see pictures of
me Well they're so-so I'll come on to the
leader Like I'm some hero He'll laugh and raise
his dying eyes And then tell me to go
Oh, well that's too bad
1920 flashbacks For an hour or
more Of crazy actors hiding In the doorways top
floor Machines scream in anger From a thousand
dead ends I turn my face, I crawl away I look for
a friend
Oh, well that's too bad
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Oh! Didn't I say
Hollow Faces staring through my window Sometimes I can play a boy
you might know Station Standing cold and old I'm insane Gender Is
uncertain just like my name
The lemon kid is my friend But even he don't know me well That's too
bad Oh well the waiter is an old man Who looks at me so sly and
strange What's on his mind?
Oh didn't I say I'm not one of you Oh didn't I say I'm not one of you
Queenie From a doorway says 'You got time?' Panic 'Not tonight if
you don't mind' Oh no My fear of streets I cower Today My room is
home for hours
You can stay if you know your lines But please take care I'll suck your
mind Dry You'll never guess And you can never know me I'll change if
I begin to feel 'What's your name?' Zero hero says I'm no-one He could
be right but who's to know? Uh, man from the sky... Oh well I'm growing
tired of this place I think it's time to change my face You can't even try
Oh didn't I say I'm not one of you Oh didn't I say I'm not one of
you Oh didn't I say I'm not one of you Oh didn't I say I'm not one of you
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Out Of
Sight
I don't wanna hear you talk And I
don't wanna go for walks But I just wanna lay you
flat Well you think you're so good at that
I've got no time for your sad eyes I
don't care if you say 'Good-bye' I don't really think
that I want Anything to do with you
Out of sight - out of mind
The radio continues round me Blending
faces glaring at me How was I to telephone Crawl
away to end it all
Spiral staircase leads to nowhere I
can take you somewhere - who cares? Dee-Dee's crazy
as a model I'd break your heart if I'd got time
Out of sight - out of mind
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Bombers
Look up I hear the scream of sirens on
the wall I see a policeman crying in the back seat of
a dying ford Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of
stars who are far too old And no-one ever told me
that I could be so cold
Bombers flight at zero Feet,
feet Bombers flight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground
and beaten by the vicar's wife And no-one stops to
help they're far too busy tring to save their own
lives A tiny girl screams for mother and wanders out
into the street I saw her go down underneath a
thousand people's running feet
Bombers flight at zero Feet,
feet Bombers flight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from
their arms and hope it lasts the night All the
soldiers curse the day they joined the army and prepare
to fight In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent
cars, you hide where you can And me I know just where
you are, you see, I'm a bomber man
Bombers flight at zero Feet,
feet Bombers flight at zero
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My Shadow In Vain (Original Version)
Stroll to the cafe My God how time
flies And I close up my brain And another friend
dies And me I'm just the same
Soaking up Broadway Nightlife in
Detroit And I'd buy New York ladies If these
lights weren't so bright And me I wasn't there
Stagger down Main Street A knife in
my side I fall to the gutter In tears but with
pride And me I'm not that kind
I've been searching for my shadow in
vain How can I be still while my lifeline
remains With him
Try to steal a needle Bring peace to
my head And I'm stumbling down alleys I find
killers instead and me I'm the cause of it all
Street corner women Are taking their
toll Now they look at me, I'm dying And I'm going
home
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The Machine (Steel And You - Original Version
It's so quiet and dark And I
shouldn't be here This machine won't last For
always
Just my steel friend and me I stand
brave by his side This machine is all I live for
I can see in your eyes You're not so
sure about me This machine is my voice Please
listen
It's so noisy and bright And I just
love being here This machine will last For my
life
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Thoughts
No. 2
Sometimes I feel I live like a
prisoner But I don't know If this really is
pressure Suprise you win I'm lost as screamers
roll in Sometimes I feel Like leaving this place
I'm in
Faded film people dropping
words About the real things to say Someone pulls
me deeper And tells me who I will be if I stay A
clever machine writes pretty words For pretty
boys To sing to us all We're all so grateful
My face you cry And I show you my
darker side The night is yours And I just switch
off and hide Cafe and sin The wine's not to my
liking My face you cry Oh why didn't I say come in
Frown in my eyes showing nothing But
surprise about you And what are you thinking About
my life and Her drinking to you too A dying
non-human writes unkind words For unkind
friends And as for the tears, they'll never show
Asylum people calling on my door From
day to day The image must fall I've had my time
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Something's In The
House (Original Version)
Memories lost in faded films of my
life And a friend that used to be something special
to me Red wine and good times if you don't feel at
all There is no point in going on tonight
Something's in the house Something's
on the stairs War's in the air
The queer is out of order And me, i'm
on the ground But that's no place to be Jack
Burroughs says 'What you doing?' 'Oh, me I'm going
home' 'Oh what a shame' Nothing has changed And
nothing is new these days
(I don't want to be here)
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Check
It
Something isn't right I get the
feeling I'm not driving Something hasn't
quite Taken over but it's trying
Oh, check it, check it
The question now is time The hours
pass so slowly I know we're moving out of line But
that's the risk you're taking with me
Oh, check it, check it
I flicker like an old film - Black /
White I'm losing track of what's real - I know My
sense of timing's not quite - OK Maybe I'll stay
tonight - So so
Fadeout as in lose My character is
shrapnel Broken by the views Of men who claim to
know all There is to know
Check it, check it
Something isn't right I get the
feeling I am no-one Something hasn't quite Stopped
me from being someone
Check it, check it
Something in the mirror - Check it No
photo by my bedside - Check it My self-control is
missing - Check it I'll leave with your permission -
Check it
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The
Monday Troop
Final bow In a disused music
hall Of laughter and mime
The airwave police Were the only
admirers To admire
Sliding sideways in a rusty old
ford The driver's broken down And the old girl
screams
Walking through wrong dreams Tall
stories Mobile TV Radio Nobody came
The station is abandoned You search
here for peace day
Some old man said 'Just do your
best' And I think passed away
And my shadow is never far behind And
I must find Another role to play Visit
maskmaker Please bend my mind Someone. No-one I
really don't mind Nobody cares
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This Is My Life
I'm not so sure I still want more of
this I might not quite Be behaving like I'm told I
should
This is my life Welcome to me
tonight I don't feel too Glad to be here for sure
I'm not feeling any more at all
This is my head This is my
face It's all my fault This is my place
I don't really think I wanna stay
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Mean
Street
My friends have Been demoted
to Stay Second class
Someone tells me Reliable Big
brother will Never last
Seems like I Outgrew my
station Sweet young boys turning green This is for
your information
Mean street I'd love to see you
cry I'd love to see you die I really don't know
why You let me down
Look at him Taking all our
glory Lets kick him out 'Who will say?' 'Don't
look at me' 'He'll find out in a roundabout
way' We don't owe him anything We don't need him
anymore Drop him cold now spread the lies No-one
even said goodbye
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Ice
I'm playing at Ice But I'm finding it
hard She didn't break the wall She just caught me
off guard
Can you see ice in my eyes Can you
see ice in my eyes
I'm just a little bit sorry But I
haven't decided why Could it be my memory Or did I
ever really cry
Can you see ice in my eyes Can you
see ice in my eyes
Fill my head with your false
feelings I can't trust anything you say Today I
missed a special friend That never really cared
anyway
Can you see ice in my eyes Can you
see ice in my eyes Can you see ice in my eyes Can
you see ice in my eyes
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Crime
of Passion
Streetcar is rusting The tracks are
all gone And you're far too trusting But I won't
take long Old friends of someone lie dead in the
street The backscene director knows just who I mean
No visions of my life Will flash past
my eyes I've waited thousands of yeras for this
prize Someone is calling But who's left
alive? Just me and you, dear Please show some
surprise I've always been this way Please believe
me
Yellowed newspapers drift past empty
cabs Dead hotel bellboys dream of old men they've
had Ex junkies in my house are all blue and
green Please don't cry, I love you, I'm not what I
seem
Isn't it lovely It's just you and
me I've never felt so haappy to be here Look
through my window At the hole in my wall Straight
into my head there's nobody at all
Do you think you can love me? I am
no-one
If you were the only girl in the
world And I was the only boy
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The
Life Machine (Original Version)
Me I've just died But some machine
keeps on humming I'm just an extra piece Of dead
meat to keep running Why won't you let me die in
peace Why won't you let me die with Some kind of
honour Why won't you let me die at all I
know You've got your principles
My body lies immobile I left it days
ago And me I watch from somewhere As the loved
ones come and go I see them glancing at the
switch I hear them whispering 'Maybe it's better
that way' I see the love turn into feelings I
know Aren't quite the same
I see the men of learning Pacing to
and fro But how can I expect The sane to ever
know I'd rather die than have no mind I know my
brain is gone 'Damage beyond repair' I see an
empty shell below me I know I've had my time
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Critics
You could say I'm pretentious You
could say I'm the nazz You could hail me as the new
king of it all You could say I'm nothing new You
could speak well of me You could say it's already
been done before
What will you make of my lines What
will you think I've said What hidden secrets will you
say are in my head I feel you waiting for
me Waiting to dig my grave I'm growing scared of
everything you could say
Look in my eyes There's no surprise
at all Critical mind What will you find to say?
Old faces in my wardrobe So many I've
not seen Memories to look back on people I've
been Dead love on faded carpets Nostalgia grows in
time I see your face in mirrors Shadowing mine
I see your dirty finger marks are still
on my wall I can recall the time we tried it that
way In dingy hotel backrooms Where paint cracks
like your face I must admit I have a quieter taste
Stab my arm With your synthetic
feelings You amaze me I crave for you
You could say I'm pretentious You
could say I'm the nazz You could hail me as the new
king of it all
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Do Your Best (Friends - Original Version)
See the strange boy keeping to the
shadows He's a very good friend of mine I've seen
you running from the ladies Don't tell me you're not
the kind I've got the time if you've got the
money Mister you'll be pleased you'll see We'll
meet by the Tubeway As the screamer cries
'Eleven' And you can have your way with me
You're gonna make me feel so cold
See my one love talking to the pretty
boy I never did like her taste My skin is rubber
on a skeletal body And I'm physically going to
waste Feel my eyes and the tongue of a killer I'm
a humanoid logic machine Don't touch me with your
painted little fingers Cos I know where they've been
You're not gonna put those scabs on me
I must hide from a thousand grinning
faces All sucking from my crazy mind Take a ride
out in my imagery of ages And heaven knows what you
will find I've no time for the chitter-chatter
ladies I'm so busy trying to break this wall Hear
my words cos emotion Now is leaving You see I'm
really not a human at all
And I don't think I wanna stay
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Basic
J
Jo the waiter spilling wine Over some
ex-friends of mine In zero cafe number nine What
you gonna say this time?
Basic J Say, are you new here?
New ones walking down the
stairs Pretty young thing but no-one cares Jo the
waiter drops the tray Do you always know your name
Basic J Say, are you new here?
Jp the waiter smiled at me Jo the
waiter's company I keep him in a book by my
fireside A drama is my perfect bride
Basic J Say, are you new here?
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Bombers (Single Version)
Look up I hear the scream of sirens on
the wall I see a policeman crying in the back seat of
a dying ford Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of
stars who are far too old And no-one ever told me
that I could be so cold
Bombers flight at zero Feet,
feet Bombers flight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground
and beaten by the vicar's wife And no-one stops to
help they're far too busy tring to save their own
lives A tiny girl screams for mother and wanders out
into the street I saw her go down underneath a
thousand people's running feet
Bombers flight at zero Feet,
feet Bombers flight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from
their arms and hope it lasts the night All the
soldiers curse the day they joined the army and prepare
to fight In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent
cars, you hide where you can And me I know just where
you are, you see, I'm a bomber man
Bombers flight at zero Feet,
feet Bombers flight at zero
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Blue Eyes
Well you're pretty quick to say you love me But I've met your kind
before So I took you twice on our first night Well, I was never gonna
trust you too far
I love your blue eyes When you cry I love your blue eyes
You tried to make me crawl far too soon You should know me better by
now I didn't even feel like trying it with you I knew that I could break
you somehow
I love your blue eyes When you cry I love your blue eyes
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OD Receiver
Heartbeat I can't see you Heartbeat I can't hear you I feel you
pumping just beyond my door I know exactly what You've crawled her
for Cringe down lower You're all dressed in grey Me I'm still
breathing It's just not your day
I hear you whisper like an open grave OD receiver I am all you
crave Your dying, crying, I can hear you fall Your bony fingers pushing on
my wall
OD receiver
I hear you screaming, well at least you try Me, I'm stil smiling but I
don't know why I'd call a doctor if I had the time But I'm so busy with
this fix of mine
OD receiver
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Don't Be A Dummy (Lee Cooper jeans advert)
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