"Victor"

   
 

   

Oh, I don't want you to go
Oh, please don't leave me alone
Oh
No, I don't want you to go
Oh, please don't leave me alone
Oh
Dear Annett
Soon I'll be with you before they know
Before the show
I'm not a whore, I dance no more
I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia
I'm leaving soon. I'm sorry to
But burn this letter, burn my picture
They won't know I've crossed the border
Love, Victor

Oh, I don't want you to go
Oh, don't leave me alone
Oh

"Living In The Real World"

   
 

   

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, UH
ONE TWO A-ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!)
Every day you've go to wake up
Disappear behind your makeup
Take away your calendar watch
And you can't keep track until your heart attack

Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my submarine
Hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me
Need an elevator? Hey, I'll see you later

Cause I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, yeah

I can be whatever I want to
I talk to me, I even agree
Every day's a holiday
You can look through the glass and take a photograph

You will never ever walk on the moon, leave your body and float through the room
You could never conquer me
Cause I'm not here and you're not there, yeah

And I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, yeah
Didn't I ever tell you I was gone?
Didn't I ever tell you I was gone? Bye bye

I can do anything at all
I'm invisible and I'm twenty feet tall
Pull the plug on your digital clock
And it all goes dark and the bodies stop

Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my teenage dream
Hey, now, Mary, you can't follow me
Without a satellite - I'm on a power flight

Cause I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more

 "Europa"

   
 

   

Based on the desire for total mobility and the serious physical pursuit
of religious freedom, the auto drove mankind further than the wheel and,
in remote areas even today,
is forbidden as a device too suspect for human conveyance.
This articulate conception has only brought us all more of the same,
thoughtlessly locked into phase two gridlock, keyed up,
on it's rims and abandoned on the expressway

"Live It Up"

   
 

   

Your old lover's lying in the gutter
He used to be such an all night strutter
"Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter
"Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter"
Ah, ah
It's so hard to say "No"
When the deck is stacked to only go slow
It's easy sweet to live it up
An easy street when you've had enough
Ah, ah

Darkened night, splashing light
Soft and white and so polite
Let him in, beneath the rim
Beneath the skin, your next of kin
Cleansing fire, funeral pyre
Broken wire grown inside her
Secret hush, swollen rush
It's soft and plush, it's so plush

You know it's so passe
To sleep without you every day
So easy to do your stuff
So easy to live it up
Ah, ah

"Here's Looking At You"

   
 

   

As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just want to jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
Oh, alright
Hit it boys

My initials sprayed across a pavement
Cut into your private interview
Talk to me now, step into my room
We'll have a word or two
If I ever had a million dollars
And if I didn't give it all to you
Would you lose interest?
Show me indifference?
Foot in another shoe?

Not very high heels
Not wearing sneakers too
A magazine ad, a printed canvas
A basic new shade blue suede shoe
Thought I'd like to have a little party
Thought I'd like to have a little do
Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment
Honey, here's looking at you

I'll stop my drinking, give you my promise true
Clean out the closet, be existential
And cast a vote for the president too
But for the action of the moment
Nothing does what it ought to do
Instant depression, I learned my lesson
Nothing that I'd rather do
Come on over my place
Can't see him sideways
Honey, here's looking at you
Oh

 "Angels On The Balcony"

   
 

   

Afterglow in a distant row
The door is open and the lights are cold
The children come in here and they dare the ghost
Like a fire burning in a stone
Ah
Silent light in the theatre's sky
Phantom cigarette and a silent cry
The door swings open and it's cold outside
Run and hide, run and hide
Ah, ah

They can still see him singing on the corner singing songs
That never fade away, fade into the kids that come along

Memory in a silent seat
Melody on a long retreat
Like an angel on a balcony
Like an angel on a balcony
Ah, ah, ah, ah

 "Go Through It"

   
 

   

She knew it about Route Three
Oh, she blew it, you know she could've told me
He can't say no, he can't ask why
Go through it, highway bride
He delivers, he's a roadsider
He gets no road from a back seat driver
Away we go, yes or no?
I love you honey, gimme a beer

But just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me
And I've got no defence, but it makes no difference
'Cause just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me
She does it easy, like a CB

He's hard to hold on the rolling road
He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock
Ten miles to go, oh, radio
She knew it, now so does he
Ah, I love you honey, gimme a beer
Ooh, go through it, come sit right here

 "Do The Dark"

   
 

   

There you are, giving candy
Making confidence with an easy eye
Easy words, oh, what a dancer
Dance you right into the corner in the fire
Do the dark apostle
Do the sidewalk hustle
Do the invisible dance
In the fire, fire, fire, fire

Walk on glass with the master
There's no question he can't answer with his eyes
What a stage, oh, what a dancer
Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes

When you break the rules and you burn your bridges
And your fingers itch and they're getting wet when you look at her
Do the dark apostle
Do the sidewalk hustle
Do the invisible dance
In the fire, fire, fire, fire

Walk on glass, walk on fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire

"Faces"

   
 

   

Faces
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Uh-huh
His space is
At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents
Uh-huh
Now he's wiping headlights
Windshields with an old rag
It ain't nine to five
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by

Money's
Not the answer for princes and dancers
Uh-huh

He's standing under street lights
He's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters
Boston blue laws ain't for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers

A dirty old bum
He's a dirty old bum
He can't say "Yes"
He can't forget it A dirty old bum

Now he's shooting power curves
His buddies think he's got some nerve
Mrs Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers

He freezes
Christmas season, all saints protect him
Uh-huh
His face is
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Ah

"T-Birds"

   
 

   

Circle high, circle low
Jammers fly, T-birds
You show, you show, whiplash go
You show, you show, T-birds
Mighty bird
T-bird, my mighty bird

On the dot in the slot, tie the knot
On the dot timed kisses
In the slot on the dot, tie the knot
In the slot, no misses

Mighty bird
T-bird, my mighty bird
T-bird, mighty bird
Black sun conqueror

Black sun worshipper

Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot
Coil it up plumed serpent
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot
Coil it up, my T-bird

Serpent curl
T-bird, rule the world
T-bird, mighty bird
Black sun born again

Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird