Lead vocal: eric woolfson. . I was alone in my room feeling sorry for myself.. Call me a prophet of doom, I could think of nothing else.. I found a freudian book gathering dust upon my shelf..
We've come so far to hear the words of hope and consolation. With no star to guide us through the night. Through many realms of fantasy we wander and we roam.
Instrumental. Written by ian bairnson. . Guitars: ian bairnson. Drum programming: stuart elliott. Bass: ian bairnson. Keyboards: richard cottle, ian bairnson.
What's the use of worrying if we'll be here tomorrow. All we need to be is here today. Don't care if you're rich or if you have to beg and borrow. You can always find a way.
Color futurevision. . Red...for the angry young skinhead. With a gun stuck down his pants. And his hands wrapped around a gasoline can. Blue...for the cruel nude tattoo.
I know I should feel welcome here. Way up in the atmosphere. But I am afraid. And if I land on earth again. I'll be happy just to cut my face. While I shave.
(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.
Baby,baby,baby I wanna stew your tomato. Baby,baby,baby I wanna french fry your potato. Baby,baby,baby why don't you pluck my grapes. Why don't you peel my banana like a pack of wild apes.
A friend of mr. pastry. I'm a friend of allen jones. I'm a friend of shirley bassey. I'm a friend of your chromosomes. . I'm a friend of stuart sutcliffe.
A friend of mr. pastry. I'm a friend of allen jones. I'm a friend of shirley bassey. I'm a friend of your chromosomes. . I'm a friend of stuart sutcliffe.
A friend of mr. pastry. I'm a friend of allen jones. I'm a friend of shirley bassey. I'm a friend of your chromosomes. . I'm a friend of stuart sutcliffe.
Friend or foe. Friend or foe. Friend or foe. Friend or foe. . I want those who get to know me. To become admirers or my enemies. I want those who get to know me.
Baby, you're so overweight. Baby, you're my one. Baby, you're an old pig, fat. Looking for someone. . Cream buns, fat fun. Yeah, fat fun. . You look like a fucking walrus.
A lot of people in this great big world. Say "Love everybody". A lot of people busy, busy, busy, busy, busy. Being very modern. . But the family of noise is here.
Adam ant. . Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. . At the screen on the green now. (you'd better take it in the ear now). (you'd better listen to the ants now).
Wir kannten uns schon lange. Kamen immer so gut mit einander aus. Im Land der Freundschaft waren wir gefangen. Doch jetzt flogen wir dort im hohen Bogen raus.
I've got a tricked-out receiver. And I think it's built to win. I've got one chance to receive her voice. Translucent, delicate. . Breakdown, breakout, Eleanor.