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AIRWAVES they seem near but they are far away/they knew last year what you'd want today/they're controlling everything you do/all your dreams, all your ambitions/are sent to you in their transmissions/airwaves, airwaves/everything you know is in the air/everyone is searching for a reason/looking for an answer everywhere/spinning through the sky/they will tell you why/everything you know is in the air/airwaves, airwaves/everything you know is in the air/they will always find you where you are/if it's peaceful they can start a war/they're translating everything you feel/they will make your troubles fade away/when you're sad they'll make you feel so gay/airwaves, airwaves/everything you know is in the air
BLUE MANGO how the blue mango grew that summer/as you laughed like a lost Gauguin/even now in the dead of winter/I know we'll be together in the end/he would say three's the perfect number/as he gave each of us his hand/there was never a reason to wonder/after all you were my dearest friend/and I knew we'd be together in the end/the sun, the sea, the salty skin/the lures, the lines that drew me in/the heat, the hatred in your eyes/the way the waves drowned out your cries/all the torments and pleasures you gave me/all the storms that we never planned/by the blue mango tree you betrayed me/and there we were, together in the end/how the blue mango grew that summer/as you lay in a bed of sand/even now that the water is calmer/I know we'll be together in the end/I know we'll be together in the end
SWEETNESS she only screws him when she's bored/or when there's nothing on TV/she finds it hard to be adored/but she enjoys his agony/darling, I love you more each day/dearest, to honor and obey/sweetness, I'll never let you go/cause I can't bear to be alone/he only calls her when he's high/or when he wants to put her down/he likes it when she starts to cry/he knows she'll always be around/this is the course of true romance/a curse that eats your heart away/before I call the ambulance/do you have anything to say?/darling, I love you more each day/dearest, to honor and obey/sweetness, I'll never let you go/cause I can't bear to be alone
AGE OF GLORY there's not a man can bring me down/they know my gun from town to town/they paste my face on every wall/the fools that fire are fools that fall/redemption or the age of glory/no one tells me what I need/heaven or a hard luck story/I don't despair and I don't believe/there's not a man can beat my game/[there is a time to say goodbye]/and all the ladies know my name/[the days of dust, the nights of wine]/a man with gold is never wrong/[into the earth, into the sky]/a man who hates is always strong/[before the sun sets you'll be mine]/the blood is crusted black and dry/[there is a time to say goodbye]/no one will come, no one will cry/[into the earth, into the sky]/between the devil and the door/[the days of dust, the nights of wine]/a razor and a one-eyed whore/[before the sun sets you'll be mine]/redemption or the age of glory/no one tells me what I need/heaven or a hard luck story/I don't despair and I don't believe/[there is a time to say goodbye]
BONGOS 4 SALE the girl with the bongos is gone/she packed her timbales and took them home/in a dusty car/she won't get very far/she could stay or she could go/what she wants she will never know/in the window a sign tells the tale/bongos for sale/bongos for sale/she took a vacation to Spain/she hoped it would make her emotions plain/but every castanet/accented her regret/she could stay or she could go/what she wants she will never know/in the window a sign tells the tale/bongos for sale/the girl with the bongos is gone/leaving me hollow as a drum/will she go her way/or come back someday/she could stay or she could go/what she wants I may never know/in the window a sign tells the tale/bongos for sale/bongos for sale
I DON'T LIKE ROSES he gave her everything a girl could want, except a ring/he didn't know how she could ask for more/since she told him to go away/he sends her roses every day/they fill the house and spill out of the door/she says, I don't like roses anymore/I don't like roses/I don't like roses/I don't like roses anymore/she says, I don't like roses anymore/he gave her valentines/he thought that it would turn out fine/but he can't bribe her like he did before/since she told him to go away/he sends her roses every day/when they arrive, she throws them on the floor/she says, I don't like roses anymore/every day the flower truck creeps up the hill/the driver wonders who will have to pay the bill/when he asked her to share his life/he never said he'd leave his wife/a million roses couldn't change the score/she says, I don't like roses anymore/I don't like roses/I don't like roses/I don't like roses anymore/she says, I don't like roses anymore
WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO (THE CAR ALARM SONG) baby every time you catch my eye/it's like an eighteen-wheeler goes rumbling by/my guts start jumping like I hit a speed bump/those love vibrations just shake me up/you set me off like a car alarm/I go: woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo/woh woh woh woh woh woh woh woh/chow chow chow chow chow/booop booop/aank aank aank aank/doo bee doo bee doo/the day I met you, you were up to no good/scratching your initials on my Valiant's hood/next thing I knew you'd broken into my heart/you hot-wired me like an old Dodge Dart/you start me up every time/in my rear view mirror/you're closer than you seem/there's yellow lines on either side/and you and me between/I'm filled up with this feeling/as I unlock "The Club"/I don't know if it's gas or if it's love/I know you're towing in other chicks/pumping out emissions, you're a real slant-six/stalling in the gutter with your wheels a-spin/if I had more sense I'd go trade you in/you set me off like a car alarm/I go: woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo/woh woh woh woh woh woh woh woh/chow chow chow chow chow/booop booop/aank aank aank aank/doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo
PERNOD Ramon says he's tired of playing hide and seek outside Angelo's door/Adrian and Umberto are waiting for the tide to wash Dmitri ashore/Jean-Louis has crashed his motorcar and the twins have gone to Rome/and I watch the summer dissolving in the dregs of the last glass of Pernod/Harrison has lost his credit cards and his friends have all gone home/and I watch the summer dissolving in the dregs of the last glass of Pernod
DATURA I walk by night/I close one eye/Datura tell me why/Datura green/give me a dream/without you I die Datura/over the blue and burning hills she is waiting/under the black and bleeding law of the land/Datura white/give me your sight/without you I die/Datura gold/give me my soul/without you I die Datura
JETS when I was small I would dream of flight/run after the jets till they soared out of sight/fly high, up in the sky all day/I knew that someday I would board a plane/lift me from the ground in a gust of change/fly high, taking me far away/now all my dreams have grown into regrets/how I wish I could still believe in jets/fly high, up in the sky all day
PERFUME waking in a foreign place/from the fever of a dream/incense in a heavy haze/the scent of sand and steam/like a whisper from an open door/our presence fills the room/I'm falling, failing words once more/in the spell of your perfume/I'm tangled in a lethal sleep/that always ends too soon/and every time I try to fly/I'm trapped again by your perfume/lying in a stranger's bed/in a strange and shifting land/I'm powerless, almost paralyzed/by a force I don't understand/in a serpent's slow embrace/I shudder and I swoon/waiting for a stranger's fate/and the spell of your perfume/there are certainties that I have seen/as clear as my own doom/and every time I try to run/I'm caught again by your perfume
FRANCOPHILE she sits reading in a small cafe/lost in the words of Jean Genet/bleached blond hair and a black beret/she plays with her espresso/staring through a shroud of smoke/she heard a voice though no one spoke/a phrase in French, a Sartre quote/it's all so existential/she's in love with the April rain/the boulevard and the sun on the Seine/burning with a Gallic flame/she prays for one last tango/cool and removed like Catherine Deneuve/she haunts the hallways of the Louvre/but the reverie ends and she's back again/in a laundromat on Second Avenue/she repeats the words that she once heard/je t'aime chériewhen will she ever learn/now she wastes her days with postcard clichés/of baguettes and wine and the impossible return/she lights another sad Gauloise/the blue smoke brings tears to her eyes/looking for the way it was/she hates the word tomorrow/and though these days it's getting hard/to tell apart real life and Godard/the hall of mirrors inside her head/reflects such perfect sorrow/she's in love with the April rain/the boulevard and the sun on the Seine/burning with a Gallic flame/she prays for one last tango
NOTHING TO WRITE HOME ABOUT every day's the same since I've been away/the sky is never sunny as they say/all the places I longed to see/aren't as thrilling as I imagined they'd be/there isn't anywhere I'd want to stay/temples and truck stops/they all seem the same/pop songs and pagers repeating your name/nothing much is happening here/nothing to write home about/it's so dull without you dear/nothing to write home about/every day's the same since I've been gone/[nothing to write home about]/the wonders of the world just make me yawn/[nothing I can't live without]/I've been traveling endlessly/but I'm still nowhere near where I want to be/in other words there's nothing going on/[nothing to write home about]/discos, departure lounges/they all look the same/street signs and strobe lights are flashing your name/nothing much is happening here/nothing to write home about/it's so dull without you dear/nothing to write home about
BACHARACH love, they say, is like a melody/in all the songs the radio would play/and they claim that love is wild and free/but no one seems to sing those songs today/so with a backing track by Bacharach/you dream of all the love that you lack/but you can't believe the radio/and when the song is done you know/you're still alone/blue guitars and silver violins/surround you every time you hear her name/still you sigh, you know you're still just friends/the words have changed, the song is still the same/so with a backing track by Bacharach/you dream of all the love that you lack/but you can't believe the radio/and when the song is done/you're still alone/love, they say, is like the saddest song/but the music you prefer won't make you cry/still someday if love should come along/would you start to sing or would you walk on by?/>so with a backing track by Bacharach/you dream of all the love that you lack/but you can't believe the radio/and when the song is done you know/you're still alone
THE GIRL FROM GILROY under the sun of summer/down where the seabirds play/you'll always find her walking/in sandals and macramé/all of the boys are watching/whispering in her wake/wondering where she came from/she's such a mystery/maybe she's from Ipanema/maybe she's from Mandalay/she walks away, the girl from Gilroy/she knows it's her decision/she'll always find a way/off to the lights of London/or San Francisco Bay/you may be stuck in Stockton/but you don't have to stay/you are your own invention/make your own destiny/maybe she's from Ipanema/maybe she's from Mandalay/just off a jet from Jamaica/or a sailboat from St. Tropez/she walks away, the girl from Gilroy/maybe she's from Ipanema/maybe she's from Mandalay/just off a jet from Jamaica/or a sailboat from St. Tropez/summer is a time for walking/leading all the boys astray/she knows everybody's talking/watching every step she takes/she walks away, the girl from Gilroy
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT it would have been perfect/we could have been selfish together/ignoring each other/we would have been happy forever/I could be your sister/a victim of certain disaster/a beautiful stranger/a face carved of alabaster/an angel of paint and plaster/oh...such perfect enemies/oh...one drunk and one diseased/oh...the way I wanted to believe/how perfect it would be/how perfect it would be/how perfect it would have been/it would have been perfect/like watching ourselves in a mirror/ignoring the warning/the feeling I've already been here/you could be my lover/but you'll never give me an answer/a bitter reminder/a taste of the poison inside her/a place where they'll never find her
NONSTOP TO NOWHERE how does the end begin/when your wheels start to spin/you can't get a grip/it all begins to slip/this time it's really over/Lucky stole a Ford/sprayed "loser" on the door/dragged me from the bar/said get into the car/we'll drive nonstop to nowhere/is this all that life can be/a chair, a beer, a new TV/are safety and serenity/all you really need/the car was rusty blue/reminded me of you/a Pinto with a leak/a come stain on the seat/this time it's really over/Lucky doesn't care/he'll drive anywhere/to Nome or Monterey/as long as it's away/heading nonstop to nowhere/is this all you hope to find/a loaf, a love, a box of wine/is life a room you never rearrange/don't ever change/just stay the same/Carney's Point and East Saratoga/Frogville and Sioux Falls, South Dakota/through Detroit and off to Iona/Questa, Science Hill and Tacoma/up to Vail and Jackpot, Nevada/looking for a sign/we made love till dawn/with the headlights on/or maybe it was hate/an urge to violate/this time it's really over/all the road's a stage/a blank and bloody page/that's where we'll leave our mark/a smash-up in the dark/heading nonstop to nowhere
THE WORD FOREVER you are a carnivore, a predator in search of skin/you're right outside the door/I'm not sure I should let you in/I'm just a passenger, a traveler without a goal/if you're the messenger I've waited for, how will I know/how can I say for sure/how can I say the word forever/I'm just a visitor/I'm waiting here for your caress/in empty corridors/cheap metaphors for loneliness/how can you say you'll care/promise that you'll be there forever/you are a carnivore, a predator in search of skin/after the time before/I don't think I should let you in/how can I say for sure/how can I say the word forever
WANDERLUST could it be wanderlust/is being virtuous a habit you've outgrown/you wish you could fly away on holiday/to land in parts unknown/isn't it obvious/you're feeling wanderlust/in Nice you'd meet the niece of the local commissaire/you could dress up as police/in her plush pied-a-terre/in Berlin they'd beg for treats/like cocaine and chocolate cake/and you'd share the kind of sweets/that would give de Sade toothache/don't you wonder how I ever knew/you want to wander/well I want to wander too/could it be wanderlust/when this togetherness won't thrill you anymore/you'd set sail for something new/what would you do/where would you go ashore/and how am I to trust you and your wanderlust/in Rio you'd roll in/just in time for Carnaval/take the sacrament of skin/through a peephole in the wall/all the cities are so gay/and the bodies are so lithe/till you wake one foggy day/and find you've slept with your own wife/don't you wonder how I ever knew/you want to wander/well I want to wander too/it's just the two of us and our wanderlust/the two of us and our wanderlust
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