I'm Still Waiting 04:29 |
Somewhere a door is opening
Somewhere a door is closing
Somewhere somebody dies
Somewhere a newborn baby cries
Maybe the love has gone
But there's still a heart that's beating
Though the clouds have come
Maybe the sun will come out
The storm is coming back
Maybe you'll be coming back
'Cause I'm still waiting
Baby, well I'm still waiting
Baby, well I'm still waiting
Somewhere a door is opening
Maybe the love has gone
But there's still a heart that's beating
Though the clouds have come
Maybe the sun will come out
Maybe you'll be coming back
'Cause there's still a heart that's beating
Though the clouds have come
Maybe the sun will come out
Maybe you'll be coming back
There's still a heart that's beating
Maybe the sun will come out
They say the storm will be coming back
Maybe you'll be coming back 'Cause I'm still waiting
Baby, well I'm still waiting
Ooh, I'm waiting |
Ken 03:50 |
We look to the left and to the right.
We need help but nobody's in sight.
Where is the man that we all need?
Well tell him he's to come, and rescue me.
Ken is the man that we all need,
Ken is the leader of the GLC.
Now head 'em up,
Rope 'em in,
Move 'em out.
Now can't you see
That we need the leader of the GLC?
Ken is the man that we all need,
Ken is the leader of the GLC.
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!)
Who is the funky sex machine?
(KEN!)
Who is the leader of the GLC?
(KEN!)
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!)
Now head 'em up,
Rope 'em in,
Move 'em out.
(KEN!)
Can't you see
That we need ah-ah-ah-ah-ah?
Ken is the man that we all need.
Ken is the yeah!
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!)
(KEN!)
Ken is the man that we all need,
Ken is the leader of the GLC! |
One Last Look Around the House Before We Go... 01:04 |
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Wuthering Heights 04:59 |
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Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window
Oh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My only one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window
Oh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me; Cathy
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window |
Experiment IV 04:22 |
We were working secretly for the military
Our experiment in sound was nearly ready to begin
We only know in theory what we are doing
Music made for pleasure, music made to thrill
It was music we were making here until
They told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead and the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making
From the painful cries of mothers to a terrifying scream
We recorded it and put it into our machine
They told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead and the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making
It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
It could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep
But that dream is your enemy!!
We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray that someone there can hit the switch
They told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead and the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making
And the public are warned to stay off |
Them Heavy People 04:08 |
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Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
They arrived at an inconvenient time.
I was hiding in a room in my mind.
They made me look at myself. I saw it well.
I'd shut the people out of my life.
So now I take the opportunities:
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me.
I must work on my mind. For now I realise:
Everyone of us has a heaven inside.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
They open doorways that I thought were shut for good.
They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu.
They build up my body, break me emotionally.
It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!
I love the whirling of the dervishes.
I love the beauty of rare innocence.
You don't need no crystal ball,
Don't fall for a magic wand.
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball... |
Don't Push Your Foot on the Heartbrake 03:40 |
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Emma's come down.
She's stopped the light
Shining out of her eyes.
Emma's been run out on,
She's breaking down in so many places,
Stuck in low gear, because of her fears,
Of the skidding wheels,
(The skid of her wheels she feels).
Skidding wheels,
(The skid of her wheels she feels).
Spinning wheels,
(Wheel-skidding feeling).
Her heart is there,
But they've greased the road.
Her heart is out there,
But she's no control.
Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow.
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go.
Don't drive too slowly.
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be.
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake.
She's losing that inner flame.
It was burning bright, but she's losing the light fast.
She's only herself to blame,
Well take care of yourself, and remember Georgie.
But she's so "O.D.'d" on weeping
She can hardly see
That she's dropping beads,
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads,
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads,
(Red, red on the parquet)
Her heart is there,
But they've greased the road.
Her heart is out there,
But she's no control.
Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow.
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go.
Don't drive too slowly.
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be.
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake. |
James and the Cold Gun 06:26 |
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James, come on home.
You've been gone too long, baby.
We can't let our hero
Die alone.
We miss you day and night.
You left town to live by the rifle.
You left us to fight,
But it just ain't right to take away the light.
Remember Genie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin, baby.
It's not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud.
You're a coward, James.
You're running away from humanity.
You're running away from reality.
It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.
Remember Genie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun? |
L'Amour Looks Something Like You 02:45 |
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You came out of the night,
Wearing a mask in white colour.
My eyes were shining
On the wine, and your aura.
All in order, we move into the boudoir,
But too soon the morning has resumed.
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon.
You look like an angel,
Sleeping it off at a station.
Were you only passing through?
I'm dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L'amour looks something like you.
The thought of you sends me shivery.
I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie.
My heart is thrown
To the pebbles and the boatmen.
All the time I find I'm living in that evening,
With that feeling of sticky love inside.
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon.
You look like an angel,
Sleeping it off at a station.
Were you only passing through?
I'm dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L'amour looks something like you. |
Running Up That Hill 05:47 |
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Cloudbusting 06:33 |
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Hounds of Love 03:49 |
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The Big Sky 07:46 |
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Experiment IV 06:37 |
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