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I'll Be Your Chauffeur
Fingers In the Grease
A Longer Look
Sad Side to the Sandboy
New Woman Is an Attitude
Sweet Anaesthesia
I'll Be Your Chauffeur (Original Version)
The Moon In the Man
Little Star
Stranded Tran-Atlantic Hotel Nearly Famous Blues
The National Anthem of Nowhere
I'll Be Your Chauffeur
I'll be your chauffeur
drive you to a distant shore
fill the tank with gas and dreams
the twinkle of stars shall be our semaphore
and guide us to that place
a better place
then we shall stay in our Eden restored
I'll be your chauffeur
the go-fer who will fetch and carry you home
so curl up on this mobile sofa
I'll turn the key and let these four wheels roam
we'll take it at a steady pace
or find a shooting star to chase
in a carriage made of leather, wood and chrome
I'll check the water
I'll take the wheel
I'll jump a red light
I'll check the water
I'll take the wheel
I'll jump a red light if that's how you feel
I'll be your chauffeur
no diversion shall deter
I'll wear the uniform
the engine shall purr as if metal were fur
I'll be your chauffeur
no destination is too far
we'll turn the mileage over
the payment we shall disregard
and we will leave this place
for another place
a ticker tape welcome awaits us in the stars
I'll check the water
I'll take the wheel
I'll jump a red light if that's how you feel
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
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Fingers In the Grease
Feelin' your way
inch by inch
sometimes you feel velvet
sometimes the pinch
and sometimes you don't feel nothin'
at all
Gotta oil the machinery, get to know
the cogs and the bolts and the wheels that go
to make the whole thing run the crease
Gotta get yer
fingers in the grease
Gotta shed some sweat
let your soul accrue
you gotta get wet and then get dry too
gotta get blooded
you gotta lot of things to do!
Gotta get a little messy
gotta get obscene
before you have a clue
to what the preacher man mean
when he say...
you gotta' make your peace
Gotta get yer
fingers in the grease
You gotta build with bricks
gotta knock 'em down
play the fool
gotta cry with the clown
you gotta get your country fingers
black in the town
Gotta dish some dirt
gotta swallow some too
yoU gotta feed the animals 'n' burn down the zoo
you gotta make amends 'n' plan 'n' play the kazoo
Feeling your way
pleading for release
rollin' in the hay
slippin' in the grease
in the grease
Gotta get yer
fingers in the grease
fingers in the grease
fingers in the grease
gotta get yer
fingers in the grease
Feelin' your way, inch by inch
sometimes you feel velvet and sometimes the pinch
feelin' your way, inch by inch
sometimes you feel velvet and sometimes the pinch
Sometimes velvet, sometimes the pinch
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A Longer Look
You sit in that room
waxing all Iyrical
writing these so say songs
well sometimes I don't believe it
think that it's all from a book
and mavbe it takes
a bloody sunday school miracle
to see where your heart belongs
sometimes you can't conceive it
you need to take a longer look
I still like it
when you bring up my name
when you talk to your friends on the phone
I still hate to hear you say the words
"I feel so alone"
I see that I should apply myself
to the task of love undertook
I see this so clearly now
having taken a longer look
a longer look
Oh, lord help me to keep my big mouth shut
to listen, Iook and learn
to shoot for the moon
without the result of another powder burn
In order to make yoU believe me
I need to give yoU some evidence
to show my true intention
I need to draw on experience
to be the bird of a different feather
I keep caged up inside
I need to make a commitment
to take a longer look outside
a longer look
a longer look
a longer look
a longer look
a longer look
d longer look
a longer look
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Sad Side to the Sandboy
He's in the pink, smiles with these eyes
tips that hat to his old friend the sun
inclement weather comes as no surprise
but it's over before it's begun
winter can make the day a gloomy thing
but a feather in your cap can make it feel like spring
the splinter that caused the sting
has been pulled from the lion's paw
see the lion dance and sing
He wakes up on a bright shining day
spring-heeled and walking on air
his life's a present, tears the ribbon away
lets out blue skies and magpies in pairs
that cloud that comes driftin' by
will have a silver lining
on that you can rely
cat proud and living a lie
if you look closely, you will see the sandboy cry
No one knows, there is a sad side to the sandboy
no one knows, there is a sad side to the sandboy
no one knows, there is a sad side to the sandboy
no one knows
Woe begone and woe betide him
he needs somebody that he can confide in
could it be you?
he's the lonely circus clown
with the booze in the trailer for when he's down
ruined and blue
No one knows, there is a sad side to the sandboy
no one knows there is a sad side to the sandboy
no one knows there is a sad side to the sandboy
no one knows
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New Woman Is an Attitude
Who are these dangerous women
the ones men hate to love?
what is this strange attraction
when the hawk has it over the dove?
If you haven't met mister right
read this
if you want to win the fitness fight
read this, read this
Which coIour becomes you?
burgundy, lime or pink?
what becomes of the broken hearted?
do the pieces float or sink?
do you believe in magic?
milk and honey on the way
what does the horoscope say?
the horoscope says you're o. k.
What sort of tired are you?
read this
if you really loved me you'd...
read this
want to dress to impress?
read this
When the perfume becomes a caress
do vou know the feeling?
second start not second best
are you on the ceiling?
they said it would never last
but it did so
will your perfume betray your past?
Paloma Picasso
Oscar de la Renta knows what makes a woman beautiful
Oscar de la Renta knows what makes a woman beautiful
Oscar de la Renta knows what makes a woman beautiful
Oscar de la Renta
Paris
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Sweet Anaesthesia
I need to come round slowly
very, very slowly
when I come round from the anaesthetic
I need to come round slow
so let me down now gently
very, very gently
so that when I finally hit it
I'll hit the deck real slow
Doctor, doctor
prescribe a pill
doctor, please doctor
to cure me of this ill
administer a potion
I'll owe the fee
come on doc
lay some of that medicine on me
I tried to climb but the wall was too steep
I slipped and lost my grip
I was out for a week
When I came round
I was in a strange place
there were angels with thermometers
and bandages on my face
Now I'm slowly slipping under
falling deep into that well
subject to the sirens call
of the anaethetist's spell
tie some cotton to my finger
and the other end to you
so that I might find my way back home
from the place I'm going to
The anaesthetics taking over
like a winter setting in
it feels like late October to Christmas on my skin
now I want yoU to count to ten for me''
said the doctor with a smile
and as he spoke he became a memory
and I drifted for a while
Now I need to come down slowly
I need to come down slowly
so let me down now gently
very, very gently
so that when I finally hit it
I'll hit the deck real slow
sweet anaesthesia
sweet anaesthesia
sweet anaesthesia
sweet anaesthesia
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I'll Be Your Chauffeur
I'll be your chauffeur
drive you to a distant shore
fill the tank with gas and dreams
follow signs and semaphore signals
'till we reach that place
a better place
misplaced and lost for a millenium
then found
I'll be your chauffeur
the go-fer who will fetch and carry you home
so curl up on this mobile sofa
We'' orbit strange moons and constellations unknown
we'll go to that place
that perfect place
the place you thought you'd lost
can now be found
I'll be your chauffeur
no diversion shall deter
I'll wear the uniform
the engine shall purr as if metal were fur
and when we reach that place
our original place
then we shall stay in our Eden restored
I'll check the water
I'll take the wheel
I'll jump a red light
I'll check the water
I'll take the wheel
I'll jump a red light
if that's how you feel
I'll be your chauffeur
no destination is too far
we'll turn the mileage
the payment we shall disregard
and we will leave this place
for another place
a ticker tape welcome
awaits us in the stars
I'll check the water
I'll take the wheel
I'll jump a red light
if that's how you feel
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
I'll be your chauffeur, yeah
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The Moon in the Man
You scorched one field to sow
another meadow
shot the dollar god with your bow
and left for the meadow
to look fur the moon
to look for the moon in the man
You left the town with its dazzlin' lights
you left the car keys and the credit cards
stopped the clock, tore a hole in the night
and took a last look at the rut
that was your life
when you left to
look for the moon in the man
The town had turned to so much salt
in the distance when vou Iooked back
you kept on going
you had no alternative
you were all in disarray
a run-a-way train off the track
then you had a vision
of your destiny
No more grafting
in some fat cat's pay
sun light shafting
brand new dav
Now you've placed your faith
in intuition
you've left the poor drowned
rat race
your greatest ambition
to Iook for the moon
to Iook for the moon
to look for the moon
in the man
the moon in the man
the moon in the man
the moon in the man
the moon in the man
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Little Star
Your little face
presssed up against
the window pane
rain in your eyes
twigs in your hair
innocent air
your chocolate smile
is too sweet
it's just too sweet
little star
little star
In your little boy dreams
the colours glow
moonlight gleams
you re starting to grow
it's part of the magical frightening world
you're part of the magical frightening world
little star
little star
little star
little star
And one day
you may well drive a car
climb a tree
break a heart
run a mile
go to sea
bury a broken bird
bury a hroken bird
bury a broken bird
bury a broken bird
little star
little star
little star
little star
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Stranded Trans-Atlantic Hotel Nearly Famous Blues
Strangers outside my door
strangers outside my door
I'm on the fourteenth floor
with these strangers outside my door
I'm the man in the phone
to my son I'm the man in the phone
it's almost morning here, but it's still night-time there
and the strangers won't leave me alone
I'm not a silver screen for your dumb projection
so sweethearts go away
I'm not a silver screen
so please go away
come back another day
HoId on to your hat
hold on to your hair
hold on to your senses
or when you need them they may not be there
When they roll the carpet your way
your feet got nothing to do but to fall
when the moon is calling you out to play
you are helpless to refuse the call
They'll have you working the circuit
forty cities in fifty days
and it gets harder to shirk it
when each dirty city really pays
I need some ice, I need a drug
I can't face the crowd, so I creep on the rug
turn down the t.v., say a little prayer
phone down to reception but there's nobody there
so I try to call home but I can't even speak
though it feels like a year, it's been only one week
and another note from no-o)ne I know slides under the door
Now at the moment, this fame thing is only small time
but already little things happen that get to me
that really get to me and I know where it's from
and I can see where it's going and, thing is
l m really not sure if it's where I want to go
The price of fame is a broken case
with your private life spilling out
the price of fame is your very soul
put up for sale by a ticket tout
the price of fame, amonymity,
as you stand naked in a public place
the forfeit payed by the famous
to the fans who made their face
And the fans come bearing gifts
streaming bouquets
or a bullet fired from a gun
and you're blown away
Hold on to your head
'cos we're almost there
hold on to your everything
this should be good folks, pull up a chair
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The National Anthem of Nowhere
You've been looking for the words
the words t0 set you free
searching for the music
to the anthem of your country
you've courted the sublime
you've courted the absurd
you've disbelieved in what you've seen
you've disbelieved in all you've heard
prayed to a vague god above
slipped your fingers from the tyrant's glove
now you're loolking for the words
Now you're stranded on the shore
beached like a big blue whale
sranded on this shore
where the cold north winds prevail
you've steered clear
of the hunter's steel harpoon
and yet you've still landed
In a dinosaur lagoon
you've had a brush with fate
blooded your hands over hate
now you're looking for a word
What's the word?
If I said the word was love
would you agree?
or would vou shake your head
cock a snook and laugh at me?
would you?
well cynicism's easy
and as far as I can see
unfashionable love could be the onnly thing to set you free
You've been living in the city
nailed to a neon cross
pondering the stars
without a coin to toss
made a play for heaven
got a pay off straight from hell
assassinated the angel
ringing that celestial bell
now you're kissing the Devil's hand
seems like the closest thing to dry land
since you've been looking for the words
But the Devil won't set you free
he keeps the monkey in the tree
only one thing gonna set you free
The national anthem of nowhere
the national anthem of nowhere
the national anthem of nowhere is playing
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