1. |
Turn On Your Radio
04:29
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We need our fix
We need our highs and lows
We view the world through an LED glow
Hypnotic – Erotic
Narcotic – Neurotic
Turn on your television
Turn on your radio
This is the new religion
The lies we have to know
We see it all – and we ingest it
These empty truths
We can`t forget it
Our news is vacant
It`s a Disney flash
We don`t want real we want a CGI crash
Chaotic – Ecstatic
It`s plastic – Fantastic
We get our likes
We get our barren friends
We view the world through a mobile phonic lens
It`s cosmic – Angelic
Psychotic– Prophetic
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2. |
Casablanca
03:31
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Solander pavilion. Saharan Berber hills
Turquoise inlay mosaic. This is azure Africa
We get high – We get high
Casablanca – We get high
Decorous Morocco
Tapestry the citron trees
The souk – the street bazaar
This is golden Africa
Perfumed peace. Tribal time
The scent of tangerines
Papaya quince and lime
Come with me – come with me
We are spirits on Moroccan vines
Lapis Lazuli saffron
Our sweet Ketama Green
Lemon sunrise: This dawning:
This is fragrant Africa
We get high – We get high
Casablanca – We get high
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3. |
Those Days
04:04
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Everyone`s waiting
Everyone`s standing in line
Somebody told us:
There`s gonna be a better time
Come on now – come on now
Those days have never died
Come on now – come on now
They live with us inside
The cities are dying
But the forests are in bloom
The world that we live in
Is a universal room
Come on now – come on now
Those days have never died
Come on now – come on now
They live with us inside
Those days – Those days
Everyone`s waiting
Everyone`s standing in line
Somebody told us:
There`s gonna be a better time
Come on now – come on now
Those days have never died
Come on now – come on now
They live with us inside
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4. |
The Circle
04:03
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Fishing for fools
It`s the politicians favourite game
Spending our money
They say everything`s different
But it`s still the same
Ohh...We voted for the joker
Ohh...King of the hill
Ohh...The circle`s never going to be squared
Give me your teachers
Your professors and your wise men
It`s over now
Diving for pearls
In the slimy sea of their status quo
Filling our heads
With propaganda plastic goals
Ohh...We voted for the phoney
Ohh...The shaman and the clown
Ohh...The circle`s never going to be squared
Give me your teachers
Your professors and your blind men
It`s over now
Nothing has changed
There`s no oxygen for the drowning man
The circle survives
We are pliant pawns in their global hands
Ohh...They do it for the money
Ohh...Control freak overkill
Ohh...The circle`s never going to be squared
Nothing has changed
There`s no oxygen for the drowning man
The circle survives
We are pliant pawns in their global hands
Ohh...We voted for the joker
Ohh...king of the hill
Ohh...This circle`s never going to be squared
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5. |
Time And Tide
05:10
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Time and tide: It`s the devil`s work
Our speeding journey down this shortest road
Stand and wonder as the seasons come and go
Time and tide: Only rust and decay
We write our history in cipher and code
Kneel and worship as the seasons come and go
Time and tide: There`s no turning back
All the ones we loved – all the debts we owe
Done and dusted as the seasons come and go
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6. |
Running Through Chelsea
03:31
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Getting up – it`s time to go
All roads lead to Pimlico
A cup of coffee – pill or two
I had a dream: I`m kissing you
The river runs – the river flows
I`m in the street – I`m letting go
The sky an endless tapestry
A biopic of you and me
Running through Chelsea
Sally sees a rainbow
Running through Chelsea
The day has just begun
The train pulls in – I`m underground
I`m half asleep – can`t hear a sound
The music crashing in my head
Remembering what Sally said:
We duck and dive – we sink or swim
Our London lives just suck us in
From Acton Town to Charing Cross
The ones we loved – the ones we lost
Running through Chelsea
Sally holds a sunflower
Running through Chelsea
The day has just begun
Sally`s dress is blowing in the wind
There are polka dots and Technicolor pins
Look at the sky, Sally...look at the sky...
By Cheyne Walk we count the trees
Now Sally`s dress is precious leaves
Running through Chelsea
Sally`s head is spinning
Running through Chelsea
The day has just begun
Now we`re awake – not coming down
Two children lost in London town
Running through Chelsea
Sally shines and shimmers
Running through Chelsea
The day has just begun
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7. |
Houses & Rooms
03:39
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There are houses and rooms
And so many doors
All I ever asked of you
Were directions and keys to yours
Help me build again, build again
Build it up for you
The foundations are there
These are houses and rooms
There are windows and attics
And corners of blue
All I ever asked for, my love
Were some monochrome pieces of you
Help me build again, build again
Build it up for you
The foundations are there
These are houses and rooms
Indigo and violet
Kaleidoscopic green
Every hue from black to blue
And all emotions in between
Help me build again, build again
Build it up for you
The foundations are there
These are houses and rooms
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8. |
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Come down from the mountain
We were brave and bold but now we`re scared
You can bring your incense,
Your Kalashnikov and your book of prayers
We want you – we need you
Your spirit hovers in the air
Men and children, beasts and brides
These disciples waiting at your chair
Hari rama – Shiva hey oh
Krishna
Hari rama – Shiva hey oh
Come down from the mountain
We are lost within a wild disease
We await your wisdom
We will fall before you on our knees
We want you – we need you...
You can shake the money tree
Our nights are endless here
Our future's dark but it`s yours for free
Come down from the mountain
We`ve got madness, hate and we`ve got fear
You can bring your seven wives
Your hundred children: all welcome here
We want you – we need you...
Guru, god and plastic seer
We are voting with our hearts
There are kings and queens and jesters here
Come down from the mountain
We`ve got sooths and sayers and holy wars
You can bring your suit of lights
Your compassion and your kind matadors
We want you – we need you...
I guess you`ve heard all this before
Men and children, beasts and brides
Your disciples waiting at your door
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9. |
Elisa Lam
06:06
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There are 700 rooms
With 700 lost souls
Everyone of them a shadow
Made of water or made of gold
Elisa Lam / Elisa Lam
The angels came from the city
They broke every window in that place
Your only friend was the mirror
Your story was written in your face
Something hovered in that room
And then you were gone without a trace
Elisa Lam / Elisa Lam
And when you closed the door
Were you aware of angel shadows
On the floor
Did you say to yourself: I`ve had it all
I don`t want anymore...
Hey hey, Elisa
Are you going up or are you going down
Hey hey, Elisa
Have you found heaven
In this god forsaken town
Hey hey, Elisa
Did you leave clues
That we have not yet found
Hey hey, Elisa
Are we going to swim
Or are we going to drown
There are 700 rooms
With 700 lost souls
Everyone of them a shadow
Made of water or made of gold
Hey hey, Elisa
Are you going up or are you going down
Hey hey, Elisa
Have you found heaven
In this god forsaken town
Hey hey, Elisa
Did you leave clues
That we have not yet found
Hey hey, Elisa
Are we going to swim
Or are we going to drown
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10. |
Hotel Juliet
04:32
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Do you remember when we walked along the Serpentine at sunset?
Hand in hand
Waiting for the Dicken`s moon to appear
We walked across the park and found
ourselves by London`s ancient river
The stars were spelling out our future
We didn`t want the day to end
Time and tide...
We checked into the Hotel Juliet
We took a room that flew away
Our fate was sealed on that night and day
We held the pennies and the shillings in our hands that were now trembling
Through open windows we could hear the strains of `Strawberry Fields`...
Time and tide...
We checked into the Hotel Juliet
Her summer dress in disarray
Our fate was sealed on that night and day
We checked into the Hotel Juliet
There was nothing left for us to say
Our fate was sealed on that night and day
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11. |
No Girls On Mars
08:24
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There`s too much sand
And there`s too much heat
There`s only other guys here that I get to meet
I pitched my Arab tent on Millennium Dune
I`d rather live on the dark side of the moon
Isaac Asimov said Mars is a smash
I want to go dancing with a slip of a lass
The other guys here they act pretty mean
This is the lousiest planet I've ever seen
There are no girls on Mars
No celebrity parties, no cocktail bars
Hey, mama – I`m coming home
I want planet Earth – I want cooling rain
The other guys here are driving me insane
The sun comes up and it never goes down
I live in Capsule 69 in Rocket Town
There are no girls on Mars
No hot tub parties that go too far
Hey, mama – I`m coming home
My mama told me:
Hang on in there, son
When you return to Earth
You`ll be sure to find someone
I know that you feel
That you might have gone too far
But never forget, my son
You will always be my red star
Everything thing I eat tastes of Martian sand
I wanna jump and jive to an Earthbound band
This is no place for a red-blooded guy
I wanna come down
Don`t wanna live in the sky
There are no girls on Mars
No Marilyn Monroe – no Hedy Lamarr
Hey, mama – I`m coming home
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12. |
Bukowski's Tambourine
04:12
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Uncle Hank I need you back
F Scott Fitzgerald and Jack Kerouac
I send my poems out
But they keep coming back
The barfly on the silver screen
Loved Uncle Hank since aged eighteen
But I`m still looking for Bukowski's tambourine
I write all night and I write all day
I`m trying to write all my demons away
I send my poems out
They`re back without delay
Living life outside the machine
The beer – the booze and the benzadrine
But I`m still looking for Bukowski's tambourine
Locked in the arms of a crazy world
I always knew there was something else
Oh, how I tried – oh, how I tried...
But I found emptiness...emptiness
The greatest thing I've ever seen
The author and his back street queen
But I`m still looking for Bukowski's tambourine
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13. |
Wisteria Mews
00:45
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14. |
Hall Of Fame (Phase 1)
06:09
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15. |
Hall Of Fame (Phase 2)
05:54
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