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Revenge He went to work Went on with a Thompson gun Ten magazines and his case weighed a ton Booked a hotel room with a view of the street And a speakeasy bar room where the hoodlums all meet He sat up till dawn The sky was all torn The sun was a slaughter of red But he waited until he slayed before he went to bed For the one with the stick pin Who shot his daddy dead He knelt with the parts spread on the the hotel room floor For cleaning and oiling when he heard the door He called out "Who's that?" And a voice said "The maid." He said "Come later, if you want to get laid." He waited till ten Then he saw the men Four men in a Ford limousine He fired through the curtain so he would not be seen And got all four of those men And he got away clean Revenge is sweet Revenge is sweet You know Revenge is sweet Revenge so sweet Fascism - Futurism Command the good incendiaries With their chard fingers Set fire to the shelves of the libraries Deviate the course of canals To flood the cellars of the museums These pick axes and hammers Sap the foundations of the centre of the cities Fascism / Futurism Fascism / Futurism In the moment the mothers are 30 years And there are fouteen years at least To accomplish our tasks When you are 40 Let others Younger and more valiant Coerce him int othe wastepaper basket Like useless manuscripts Fascism / Futurism Fascism / Futurism Futurism / Fascism Futurism / Fascism And Ending Justice Bugatti  [animation w. sound / 260 k] Isadora  [ animation w. sound / 120 k ]

Over My Head She was talking about the world situation She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation And the Ayatollah's rule It was over my head Her eyes were plastered with a lot of mascara And her hair was cut by Vidal I was wondering how I was going to score her A real live intellectual And then she started talking bout a new production Of Dostoyevsky in drag The way her mouth moved was pure seduction When she said she'd written it up in a mag It was over my head Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of thinking Getting plugged into silicon chips All I could think about was lateral linking And I just watched her Mary Quant lips It was over my head She asked me was I ever into Fellini And what did I think of Godard I tried to imagine her in a bikini And didn't find it was hard She said have you seen that Fritz Lang movie Where the hero loses his soul? I said I didn't think that sounded too groovy I'm more into rock and roll It was over my head Ambitious You work all night And it's really frightening 'Cause you're so ambitious It's just a habit That you have to grab it You're avaricious I know you'll make it But I just can't take it You're so ambitious Nothing's ever going to make you stop Not even when you've made it to the top You're a workaholic It's so hyperbolic 'Cause you're so ambitious You're a finance wizard A Stock Exchange lizard 'Cause you're so ambitious Always talking deals Turning cogs and wheels You're so ambitious What has happened to the girl I knew? When you're rich and famous you'll just say we're through You want a Rolls-Royce motor And an eighty-foot boat, oh You're so ambitious Your satisfaction Is a new transaction 'Cause you're so ambitious Your excitation Is negotiation 'Cause you're so ambitious You want a house that's Georgian And ahead you're forgin' You're so ambitious Nothing's ever going to make you stop Not even when you've made it to the top You've got a pinstriped suit A polka-dot computer You're so ambitious Your calculator It says "see you later" Its voice sounds vicious I know you'll make it But I just can't take it You're so ambitious Nothing's ever going to make you stop Not even when you've made it to the top It's the Same It's the same An action replay It's the same A game that we play It's the same the things that we say All over again It's the same It don't get better It's the same She tore my letter It's the same I must forget her All over again I know it could be different If only we do something I wish we could do something I wish it could be different But It's the same the pain, the rages It's the same We talk for ages It's the same You hung the phone up It's the same it's time to own up All over again It's the same I know it could be different If only we do something I wish we could do something I wish it could be different But It's the same A deja-vu thing It's the same It's not a new thing It's the same A shame you're moving It's the same All over again It's the same The way your head turns It's the same Your cigarette burns It's the same The way your lips pursed It's the same It all looks rehearsed I know it could be different If only we do something I wish we could do something I wish it could be different But It's the same Hanging out on the Seafront Vegas neon skin Coin arcade Like Pigalle at night Esplanade Could be Amsterdam Might get laid Hanging out on the seafront Play the fruit machines Get some change Photos from a booth Rifle range People look at me Like I'm strange Hanging out on the seafront All our old horizons The ocean delivers to the edge of the tide All a scroll horizons On a roller-coaster ride Seagull lizard screech Turn stone sky That girl's out of reach Passed me by I've been up all night Wondering how Clock tower meeting place One way now Hanging out on the seafront Sensitive Why do you always have to make me explain Go over everything time, time and again You go around with your mind in a sling Even when I tell you it did not mean a thing Oh baby, you're too sensitive I said I liked your brand new Edward Mann hat And you said tell me what did you mean by that? I said I liked it and you said don't you lie I said I meant it and you started to cry Oh baby, you're too sensitive I have to watch every word that I say In case you take it all in the wrong way I'm just a prisoner inside one of your tears I'm so surrounded by your act and your fears You say that I'm always putting you down Why are you laughing now and why did you frown You're always looking for a hidden sign That means I don't love you and you're no longer mine Oh baby, you're too sensitive And when I'm reading you say why don't you speak to me I try to tell you, I'm feeling too weak, and then And then you say you might as well not be here I say I love you, you say you're not sincere I tell you baby you're just a hopeless case You look for lies, you look for signs in my face Oh baby, you're too sensitive Evil Rock Hey Ma, take a look at your boy Up on the stage with his latest toy His hair to his shoulders, growing it down to his knees He looks like he's suffering from a social disease Rock'n'roll music has taken his soul Possesses his mind, your baby it stole Rock'n'roll music, is it out of control It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll Hey Ma, take a look at your kid He's summoned a demon straight out of the id He don't know what he's doin' now, he's blindly inspired The boss has just told him "I'm afraid son, you're fired" Rock'n'roll music has taken his soul Possesses his mind, your baby it stole Rock'n'roll music, is it out of control It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll (All right, Nik, let's rock) Your daughters have dropped out of panties and bras They walk around naked at music bazaars They lie down with long-hairs, they make love to guitars They ride round in vans, not in limousine cars Rock'n'roll music has taken their souls Possesses their minds, your babies it stole Rock road to ruin it's full of great holes It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll Rock'n'roll music killed all your best sons Dying for the sins that you never done Their songs pressed in plastic and they're dressed as tin cans They just didn't ask it, they never made plans Rock'n'roll music has taken their souls Possesses their minds, your babies it stole Rock 'roll music yeah it's takin' its toll It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll We Like to be Frightened With your complicated apparatus In your elaborate laboratory Doctor Frankenstein won't you create us Something terrifying for us to see And ooh, we like to be frightened We like to see something that takes away our breath And ooh, we like to be frightened We like to see something that scares us half to death Ooh-ooh-ooh With your dangerous dental arrangement In your creepy old crumbling chateau Count Dracula showed us what "strange" meant When you started in talking so slow And when I take my baby to a movie show It's got to be a horror flick or she won't go I just want to tell you that it's out of sight When it starts getting scary and she's holding me tight (Hold me tight now!) With your split-personality potion That covers all your body with hair Doctor Jekyll, won't you go through the motions So Mister Hyde can give us a scare? Teen Ballad of Deano He waved a real gun And he went on the run He found out how to live Just like a fugitive Life on the run is like The edge of a razor Tire tracks printing headlines It was not a tragedy Oh no, Deano He stole a Yamaha made him an outlaw star He stole a limousine Drove through the TV screen He rode on through the night Tire tracks printing headlines He robbed and got away Until the seventh day Road block and traffic light Gave up without a fight They put the handcuffs on They shone just for the camera Flight 105 Wait by the barrier For flight one-o-five to clear I followed instructions, kept my cool I gave it five more than the rule But they must have hauled you in For searching and for questioning Five K's of pure cocaine Four paper cups were cleared away Before I made a call to say It looks like the deal is off Fade in the tube, we're through Fingers all stuck with stuff Pink Danish pastry goo They'll untape your legs, unwind your waste No forensic tests, no, just one taste And oh, oh, oh The Luminous Green Glow of the Dials of the Dashboard (at Night) The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure The flickering needle of time overloading The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night The nebula city's like a video coin-game On the curved screen of real-time, the lights blink like radar The radio static white noise fluctuations The changes of accent as you glide through the stations The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night I feel like a pilot in my button-down cockpit Flying nuclear missions flying over the tarmac The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night Spotlit intersection indicate overtaking Turn down the dip-switch, the world's just a blurred frame Peripheral detuned forever perspective Morse code off the white line, the motorway flare path The service is neon, a juke-box of concrete The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night The Greenfly and the Rose All good things must end The straightest rose will bend Its colours droop and wilt Just like a love affair The Pink Sensation fades The Sterling Silver fades The Virgo and Blue Moon Soon they're just wrinkled things The Baccara The flame red Superstar Forever yours A rose called Peace At night the aphids dream A micro-locust's dream They eat the world alive There's not a morsel left They eat the jungle leaves Consume the wheat-field sheaves The eat the flowers and plants They eat their stalks as well As their tiny jaws Munch on plan and cause Their complex eyes Examine the skies They eat the cumuli Marshmallow of the sky They eat away the blue To get at the Sun and Moon They swallow all the stars And both the moons of Mars They lick the plate of space And they lick their lips as well The Baccara The flame red Superstar Forever yours A rose called Peace The Greenfly and the Rose Lord of the Hornets Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury And when he whispers commands in his megaphone They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone He's lord of the hornets Lord of the hornets As a tiger wing drones in a hive of industry Each has a place and will be what it must be Queens are machines on a larva production line Laying antenna-ed troops on the stings in a paper mine Lord of the hornets Lord of the hornets He issues commands in a system of pheromones Chemical code that makes warriors out of drones Swarm information on tactics and strategy A squadron of Stukkas, the fighters Kamikaze

Ned Ludd [animated version w. sound / 180 k] Acid Rain There`s home computers now That can keep an eye on you The Talk with swedish accents and tell you what to do an acid rain is falling (2x) hard fresh embryos are frozen and placed in foetus banks heredity is chosen by anyone who wanks an acid rain is falling (2x) hard now all the Japanese cars have turned to rust right through I am singing in the rain showers newspapers in my shoes an acid rain is falling (2x) hard All the Machines are quiet we're walking out we're downing our tools. this management they take us for fools. all we're asking is a living wage a living wage a living wage and now there's nothing i can do i spend my days in dreams and join the endless queue, so far from the machines, all the machines are quiet. i could scream all the machines are quiet. i'll take the kids to chessington zoo. the big gorilla, he looks just like you. watch that tiger pacing in his cage. i feel his rage. i feel his rage. and now there's nothing i can do i spend my days in dreams and join the endless queue, so far from the machines, all the machines are quiet. i could scream all the machines are quiet. the winter's coming we need new shoes. i'm selling the car, i'm paying my dues. the union bosses tell us five more weeks - five more weeks - and now there's nothing i can do i spend my days in dreams and join the endless queue, so far from the machines, all the machines are quiet. i could scream all the machines are quiet. Standing on the Picket Line there's a convoy coming: carrying a load of coal. all we've got is banners, on a six-foot pole. i said: slow down brother, you ain't driving in here. shove that lever into reverse gear we're the picket line. the police are massing, in their riot gear. they've got pick-axe handles and it's very clear, that they're just strike-breakers working for the government. i said: slow down brother, you ain't driving in here. shove that lever into reverse gear we're the picket line. it's cold, it's so fucking cold. my fingers are purple, and i'm losing my hold. it's a shame such a crying shame. even if we win this they'll still red file my name i'm standing standing on the picket line i'm standing standing on the picket line standing, standing standing on the picket line The Cool Courage of Bomb Squad Officers late in the night he woke to a phone call. they'd found a device and it was unstable. they'd thrown a cordon and evacuated …. the cool courage of bomb squad officers he walked through the glass doors dressed in a flak-suit. the silence was deafening, it was so acute. he unscrewed the back-plate revealing the circuit. the cool courage of bomb squad officers he tried to defuse it, testing the salt sweat. the striped resistors; a nest of insects. he touched a component; it started ticking. the cool courage of bomb squad officers … the cool courage of bomb squad officers Work Song when i'm working working on my machine i think about you i think about what you mean when i'm working working on my machine when i'm working working on my machine from the window i can see the canal the cranes are like an x-ray of the taj mahal all the barges painted like fairground rides love the city more than the countryside cam-shafts spinning electrics humming i know i'm winning when the clock says 1500 is coming in the tea-break i smoke an old holborn and then we take the mick out of the foreman in the tea-break our grandads fought hard for a better victory than the whole first world war