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I buy her all the right clothes and pretty jewels to wear
My friends say she's a dumb blonde but they don't know she dyes her hair
She thinks the fighting in Central America's easily solved
But what to wear to Bel Air premieres is a problem she could never resolve

She's an airhead
Stungun and mace, Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space"
She's an airhead

Strange how the scale forms
In tiny patterns
On my atenna
And The Five O'Clock Show, hello hello ...
Brooklyn is crawling with famous people
I turn my vehicle beneath the river, west from south

Through the airwaves-

On the corners of boulevards I call your name
Now and again they play our tune
In the grip of a tiny hand over a flame
Pale as the phases of the moon ...
In the cafes and shopping malls I see your face
turn into mist on evening dew
but a book and a photograph just aren't the same
there is a train that's leaving soon

You came close
Close but no cigar
You didn't miss by far
You know you came this close
Close but no cigar

Some people sing love songs
Everybody's got one

One more young writer slid away in the night
Over the border he will drown in light
Hold it, wait a minute
I can't read my writing, my own writing!
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect in a cloud of mystery
My writing is an iron fist
In a glove full of Vaseline

I was fourteen
She was twelve
Father traveled, hers as well, Europa
Down the beaches, hand in hand
Twelfth of never on the sand
Then war took her away
We swore a vow that day:

Metal bird dip wing of fire
Whose airlanes comb dark Earth
The poles are tethers we were born in
On the brink of a whole new deal
On the floor of a Pan-Am bar
I'm staring right into the light
And I'm drawn in like a moth
And I'm flying North again...

(Tell me about your childhood)
At the tender age of three,
I was hooked to a machine.
Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk,
Ha!Must have took me for a fool.
When they chucked me out of school,
Cause the teacher knew I had the funk.
But tonight I'm on the edge,

They call her Hot Sauce
She's hot and spicy
But twice as nicey
Although she burn me up
They call her Hot Sauce
She's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
Although she burn me up

When all the lights go down
This dirty desert town
Is theater in the round
With stars instead of a crowd

I came here the hard way and now I'm living in a suitcase
I came here the hard way and now I'm living in a suitcase

I would never normally go bowling
On a friday morning in New Orleans
But I like to come here to remember
The kind of places you took me
Like the time we stole a Datsun
And drove all night to the everglades
Until we crashed it in a big electric storm
And stood there listening to the bayou rain

I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you
I scare myself the moment that you're going
I scare myself when I let my thoughts run
And when they're running
I keep thinking of you
And when they're running
What can I do?

Thirty nine and you need some leeway
Soon you're eyeing the overseas page
The trains're running late
As you close the garden gate
Step through your steel front doorframe
"Dinner's in the microwave, sweetie"
Leipzig is calling you Henry
Leipzig is calling you Jane

Late one night a happy martian with nothing to do
Made the perfect pleasure drug and he called it the Cube
A Cube so potent in a stroke it turned nightmares to dreams
He flew right past the planet Earth and he gave it to me
Then he said

May the Cube be with you
And your father

If I'm not sleeping
It's because I'm frightened
Of what I might find
Behind the curtain

There is a signal
There is a warning
I will not heed them

That Sugar - I like that Sugar Sally

but all she likes is cash.
All she wants is cash.


That Lincoln - He digs that Sugar Sally
But Sam took all his cash

Cannonballs
Ricochet around the room
I hurry home to lick my wounds
I stumble home to Oceanear

A nightingale
Sat above my mother's tomb
Twilight in the afternoon

One of our submarines is missing tonight
Seems she ran aground on manoeuvres
One of our submarines

A hungry heart to regulate their breathing
One more night the Winter boys are freezing in their spam tin
The Baltic moon along the Northern Seaboard
And down below the Winter boys are waiting for the storm

I drove all over Hollywood
Looking at the stars
First I ate my Milky Way
And then I ate my Mars
But sucking on a Galaxy
I noticed something pretty bizarre
There's not a lot of people there,
Just an awful lot of cars, check it out

Caroline
Makes the final adjustments
In her rear,view mirror
She's nervous and tense
But she's thinking it over
With logic and sense
She'll overcome her phobia
Oh to paint her eyes so red and her lips so blue

Miller time at the bar where all the English meet
She used to drink in the hills
Only now she drinks in the valleys
Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue

Or so it seems
A Croydon girl could really hope to find a home
But with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from

It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology

It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology

Silk pyjamas, silk pyjamas
She was wearing silk pyjamas
Usual outfit, big pith helmet
Dr. Martens and silk pyjamas
Said it was driving her round the bend
Just sitting and waiting for the phone to ring
She should have been back around half past ten
Has anybody seen my friend?

Everybody talking
Talking pretty hard
Everybody talking
'Bout singing from the heart
If you want my opinion
It doesn't mean a thing
If you haven't got that
Ability to swing

The Earth can be any shape you want it
Any shape at all
Dark and cold or bright and warm
Long or thin or small
But it's home and all I ever had
And maybe why for me the Earth is flat

Friends have often asked me why

Early evening he get these urges
Skin tension under leatherette
A back bar somewhere in clubland
Cigarillo and the scene is set
See the bodies, now things're moving
Little twitches people can't explain
Young bodies, listen to them talking
New languagism in their veins

Some nights he's weightless
He has to travel
His mouth is gravel
And there's an empty feeling, within his heart...

Eye on the fuel gauge
Westchester Thruway
That triple octane won't

Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
From his dreams of china mountains
Far from the clatter of these autobanks
That keep chucking up money

It turned into the kind of joke

Switch off the mind and let the heart decide
who you were meant to be
flick to remote and let the body glide
there is no enemy!
etch out a future on your own design
well tailored to your needs
then fan the flame and keep the dream alive
of a continent