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I need to feel your heartbeat
So close, it feels like mine
All mine
I remember the feeling,
My hands in your hair
I remember the feeling
Of the rhythm we made
I need to land sometime
Right next to you
And feel your heartbeat
Right next to me

How did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte
That everything you did and said would amount to law
And all of the players and pieces on the map you drew
Should be happy to revolve their lives around you

I live in my lonely mind
I wonder do you ever reflect
That you're only another man with a bag of regret
And your life will be done in the blink of an eye
And you won't even be a footnote on the page of time

According to the book i read, mr. bonaparte
All your plans and proclamations fall apart
And the loyal few who remain intact
Only seem to pay attention
While they laugh behind your back

Still by the window pane
Pain like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air
Matte kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad america
When was a night so long
Long like the notes i'm sending
She waits in the air
Matte kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad america

117 valley drive
Seemed like heaven when the band arrived
With a couple of drums and a couple guitars
We'd play our hearts out in my backyard
And the people came from everywhere
To put their plastic chairs in the summer air
Down on valley drive
People came with kids and dogs, sat out on the lawn,
And they sang along with a hard hay's nhght
And a ticket to ride
We were barely in our teens
Yeah, laughin' like crazy, yeah, livin' our dreams
Well, the boys just cut up and the girls just talk
But when we'd start up, well, the world would stop
Though it was a different age
Nothing's gone and nothing's changed
In my mind
What it was was a way of life
But no one noticed we'd run out of time

Lord we pray, give us this day
Our daily bread
Every week it costs the meek
Another arm and leg
Lord we pray, the american way,
Cut us a break

Who can believe in the lottery
Or lady luck
Give us some good ol' rent control
When times are tough
'cause money is funny,
When you think there's plenty
There's never enough

Holy mama now, have a little mercy
Have a little mercy on me
Holy mackerel, i'm a little fish
Drowning in a great big sea

Lord we ask, show us a path
Where ends will meet
How to address this modern stress
And how to compete
Show us affection
And give us directions
To easy street

Nearly everything i wanted
Everything i ever could have dreamed of
Got it all right here, oh, in a house full of love
Nearly everything i thought, everything i thought i might try
Almost all came true, ooh, i'm satisfied

So don't cry, don't cry
When i die remember me with a smile in my eye
It's been a long hard drive and maybe my car caught fire
But nearly everything, everything came out fine

Almost got it, almost have it all
But you know you don't run, oh, unless you're willing to fall
Nearly everything i wanted, everything i ever could have dreamed of
Got it all right here, oh, in a house full of love
That's my life in a nutshell
Baby, you do what you can do

(belew/fetters)

Money to burn, i'm on fire
Danger danger, i'm hot-wired

I'm in the business of pleasure
A big demand for leisure
I'll have my drink at the pool
I'm nobody's fool

Roll me over, roll me the rojo
Life is tough, or so i'm told

I'm in the business of pleasure
A big demand for leisure

I'll have my drink at the pool
I'm nobody's fool

Nobody's fool, i'm on fire
Nobody's fool, i'm hot-wired

It's here i sit amid this ruin and rancor
Like tire irons, toothy grills, and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboards,
Burns my pores, and rots my upholstery
Once i was worshipped, polished magnificently
Now i lay in decay
By the dirty angry bay

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, now longer an elegant powder blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
Of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris,
I never questioned loyalty,
But this dead end demolishes the dream
Of an open highway

Dig me.
But don't
Bury me

(belew/fetters/nyswonger)

I see you as a real live superboy
Wide-eyed at a world brand new
Can't wait to get your hands in the machinery
Make me think there's nothing you won't do
Welcome here, dear fearless superboy
Never bother with the training wheel
Off the sidewalk to the middle of the street
Look ma, no hands, no feet

You're on a roll, you can't relax
A solid gold prize in your crackerjacks

Fly little superboy

I know you are a bonafide superboy
Looking through me with those x-ray eyes
No problem at the bottom of the ocean
Blasting off for the open skies
Welcome here, dear fearless superboy
We hope it was a pleasant flight
Touching base on the blue-green face
Another trip at the speed of light

Be patient son, we know you're bored,
Living here amongst us dinosaurs

Shine little superboy

Honeybee, don't look at me that way
Honeybee, don't look at me that way
I've got plans,
I'm workin' on being a holy man

Honeybee, don't come so close to me
Honeybee, don't come so close to me
An' watch your hands,
You can't put a hold on a family man

Hang on tight
Through another lonely night

Honeybee, you don't look so good to me
Honeybee, you don't look so good to me
I've got plans,
I'm workin' on being a holy man

These lyrics are currently unavailable and we are working with the publisher to get the license for this song.

Rain on my face
Tears on the window
Water down the drain
It's all the same

Pain in the sky
Heart full of thunder
Now i'm under the weather
It's bound to change
It's only raining
Raining
Raining on me

She makes
Me wait
She turns away
She pretends she doesn't hear a word i say

She's a girl with clouds in her head

Her room,
The sky
She shuts her eyes
And she's never alone even when she's by herself

She's a girl with clouds in her head

I'm wheels, i am moving wheels
I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, i am moving wheels, moving wheels
I am a 1952 starlite coupe

En route
Les subterraneans
Des visions du cody
Sartori a paris

Strange spaghetti in this solemn city
There's a postcard we've all seen before
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands full of autographed napkins
We eat apples in vans with sandwiches
Rush into the lobby life
Of hurry up and wait hurry up and wait hurry up and wait
For the odd-shaped keys which lead
To new soap and envelopes

Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever phone call home
No sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep
And no mad video machine to eat time
A city scene i can't explain
The seine alone at 4 a.m.
The seine alone at 4 a.m.
The insane alone at 4 a.m.

Neal and jack and me,
Absent lovers,
Absent lovers

Close your eyes and look at me
I'll be standing by your side
In between the deep blue sea
And the sheltering sky
If we find no words to say
To the rhythm of the waves
Then we'll both surrender there,
Walking on air

And the worries of the day lie down
Under cover of the fading clouds
The secrets of the night come alive
In your eyes
You don't have to hurry
You don't have to try
Cause you don't have a care
You're walking on air

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street

"well, first of all, i couldn't see his face...he was holding a gun
Against me and...um....i was thinking this is a dangerous place
Well, this is a dangerous place"

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street

"i say i'm nervous as hell from this thing 'cause those guys were
Gonna kill me for sure...i mean they ganged up on me like that,
I couldn't believe it! look i'm still shaking. it's weird.
Go out on the streets like this...you can't...dangerous place,
It's a dangerous place"

"so suddenly these two guys appear in front of me...stop...real
Aggressive...start at me, ya know, "what...what's that, what's that
On that tape, whata you got there," i said, "it's a tape,"

"whata you talkin' into that for?" i said, "it's just a tape, 'ya know,
They said, "well play it for us," i said, "oh no!" i put them off
As long as i could and finally they turned it on, ya know, they
Grabbed it from me, took it away from me, turned it on and it says,

"he held a gun in his hand; this is a dangerous place," they said,
"what dangerous place, what gun-you a policeman!!"
The deeper i talked the worse i got into it. i talk-i told "em i said,
"look man, i'm not talk-," it went on forever, anyway, i finally
Unbuttoned my shirt an said, "look, look, i'm in this band here, ya know,
I'm in this band, ya know, and we're making a recording, ya know,
It's just about new york city, it's about crime in the streets;"
The explanation was goin' nowhere, but finally they just kinda let me go,
I don't know why...so i walk around the corner, i'm shakin' like a leaf
Now an' i thought this is a dangerous place once again, ya know...
Who should appear but two policemen..."

Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet

"well this is a dangerous place...you know i could've been killed.
Ya know, what really scary is when these guys gather around you and...
The explanation that i had...i just, i just remember thinking
This is a dangerous place to live..."

Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice
Answers, articulate announcements
It's only talk

Talk, it's only talk
Babble, burble, banter
Bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo
It's only talk
Backtalk

Talk, talk, talk, it's only talk
Comments, clich's, commentary
Chatter, chit chat
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a "d" this time
Dialogue, duologue, diatribe
Dissension, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk, small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, explanations
Exclamations, exaggerations
It's all talk

Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk!

She is susceptible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three of a perfect pair

He has his contradicting views
She has her cyclothymic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a perfect pair

One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendencies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggravated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess

A fat man like me
Can never bother with tea or brie
I must go right to the main source
And wolf it down like a rhinoceros
But a woman like her
Can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre
She slices and dices nicely
Which has a way of enticing me
Armed with an apron and spatula
She is a post-modern goddess of love
So why does she feed me pate`
When she knows what i'm gonna say

Complicated potatoes again?
Complicated potatoes

She spices her icings precisely
Arousing me aromatically
I had a recent rhinoscopy
So i could smell every recipe
Still she leaves me on pre-heat
When she knows that i love to eat

Complicated potatoes again
Complicated potatoes