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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

"good morning, it's 3 a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window...i see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels, all-night h
In the diner, crossing the street, swarthy herds of young impala, flambastic gibbon, even a struggling monza, and over there that brilliant head ornament on that japanese macaque...but look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill; it's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet"

"the stench and the noise, yes, yes...the howlers' resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler, but the impatient taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis, and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers i can certainly live without...also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter, social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish...and who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand?...evidently he's getting a good reply..."

Arrive in neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming herds
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin, no wing, no stinger,
No claw, no camouflage
I have no more to say

"say, isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there? look at that bush baby, mud puppy, noolbenger, rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper, shingleback skink, siren, skate, starling, sun-gazer, spoonbill,
And suckers, they seem to be everywhere!
Well, it's a live revue...random animal parts, now playing nightly right here in neurotica...so long!"

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.

Walking down the street, you stare at your feet
And never do you let your eyes meet the freaks,
The deadbeat addicts, social fanatics,
They're a dime a dozen and they carry guns
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the usa
Living in a cage in the usa
Holy smoke! somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the usa

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world has happened to the world
What in the world

Driving your mercedes you think you're safe
But there's no escape in a world of hateful
Criminal minds with guns and knives
Who say "give me your ride or give your life"
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the usa
Living in a cage in the usa
Holy smoke! somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the usa

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world has happened to the world
What in the world

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

Autumn has come to rest
In her garden
Come to paint the trees with emptiness
And no pardon
So many things have come undone
Like the leaves on the ground
And suddenly she begins to cry
But she doesn't know why
Heavy are the words that fall through the air
To burden her shoulders
Caught up in the trees,
Her soliloquy,
"don't leave me alone"

Rome now comes to sit
In her garden
Mingling the breeze with memories
Of a time when
There was a room with pale yellow hues
Her room with a view
Where love made a bed of happiness
In muslin and lace
Sweet is the voice from far away
That speaks sotto voce and
Is lingering there in the golden air
To quiet the day

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

(belew/fetters/nyswonger)

You don't retain your calm
Either you're an anvil
Or sell me your aunt
And your car is almost gone
Figure it out

My bag's against the wall
You knocked me up,
You didn't knock me out
And i'm god about to brawl
Figure it out

Talk beheads the cat
Shoes off the couch
Or i catch a rat
But i'll rent you a riot hat
Figure it out

My bulk's across the mall
A wounded ham was an animal
And i've got a bout of gall
Figure it out

My back's against the wall
Figure it out
And i'm not about to crawl
Figure it out

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!

When the sun comes up
In the nuclear sky
And the life we had
Has blown up and died
We will shed no tear,
We will skip no beat
And we will walk right down
The middle of the street

So let the power fail
Let there be no doubt
I wanna be with you

When the sun melts down
And the night goes black
We will take down the flag
And never look back
We will break no law,
We will be the law
And go hand in hand
Into the face of it all

I wish i had an angel
To tell me what i should do
With all these troubles
Stuck on me like superglue
Angel, my spirit's so tired
Oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah

I wish i had an atlas
To show me where to go
To rid my self of these
Emotional clothes i've outgrown
Oh, my spirit's so tired
Angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah

But if i had an old fat cadillac
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
I'd never drive my old fat cadillac
Where is there to go to get away?

"so, mr. president, what should you and i
Propose to say...about this fallout business,
Raining all over our parade.
Maybe you should sit up front and i'll sit here in the back
And we can both admire my old fat cadillac.
Look at that dash!
Look at that amazing upholstery, yes!
Think of the plans,
Think of what a man can build with his hands...
And maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes...
And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat...
And maybe mr. president,
You could fix a big martini.
Maybe you should fix a big martini, yeah".

But if i had an old fat cadillac
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
I'd never drive my old fat cadillac
Where is there to go to get away?