Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I’m happy to be lonely
Can’t you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway
Just a runaway
I’m saving myself
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moon, held on the crest of the night
I’m too tired to fight
So now we’re passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies
All those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
Oh, I remember Toronto when mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy
The edge of insanity
Another holiday inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
“Talk to me
Won’t you tell me your stories?”
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe
I’ve already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me
To a casual obscenity
It would be incredible
If we could retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, I’ve never been so wasted
I’ve never been this far out before
Perimeter walk
There’s a presence here
I feel could have been ancient
Could have been mystical
There’s a presence
Childhood, my childhood
Childhood
A misplaced childhood
My childhood, a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood
That childhood, that childhood
That childhood
Oh, please give it back to me
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband’s clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling West German autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They’re going to even the score
Oh, I can’t take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares
Destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care? I can’t take any more
Should we say goodbye?
Hey
I see priests, politicians
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations’ flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
I can’t take any more
Should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised!
Mama says, “Truth is all that matters
Lying and deceiving is a sin”
Drifting through a world that’s torn and tattered
Every thought I have don’t mean a thing
Don’t stop, don’t stop the dance
No more music
Don’t stop the dance
Mama says, “Love is all the matters
Beauty should be deeper than your skin”
Living for the moment, lips and lashes
Will I ever find my way again?
Don’t stop, don’t stop the dance
No more music
Don’t stop the dance
Don’t stop, don’t stop the dance
Mama says, “Only stormy weather
Don’t know why there’s no sun in the sky”
Footsteps in the dark come together
Got to keep on moving or I will die
Don’t stop, don’t stop the dance
No more music
Don’t stop the dance
Don’t stop, don’t stop the dance
No more music
Don’t stop the dance
Don’t stop, don’t stop the dance
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was I how was I to know’
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
There’s a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing Oh Yeah on the radio
And so came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting into love
Driving you home from a movie show
So in tune to the sounds in my car
There’s a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing Oh Yeah on the radio
It’s some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our separate lives
But where am I where can I go’
Driving alone to a movie show
So I turn to the sounds in my car
There’s a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
There’s a band playing on the radio
And it’s drowning the sound of my tears
They’re playing Oh Yeah on the radio
I was dreaming of the past,
And my heart was beating fast.
I began to lose control,
I began to lose control.
I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I’m sorry that I made you cry.
Oh no, I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I’m just a jealous guy.
I was feeling insecure you might not love me anymore.
I was shivering inside,
I was shivering inside.
I didn’t mean…
I was trying to catch your eyes,
though that you was trying to hide.
I was swallowing my pain,
I was swallowing my pain.
I didn’t mean…
Times have changed
And we’ve often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock
If today, any shock they should try to stem
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock
Plymouth Rock would land on them
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
But now, God knows anything goes
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose
Anything goes
If driving fast cars you like
If low bars you like
If old hymns you like
If bare limbs you like
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like
Why, nobody will oppose
When every night the set that’s smart
Is intruding at nudist parties in studios
Anything goes
When the Missus Ned McLean, God bless her
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Then I suppose anything goes
When Rockefeller still can hoard enough money
To let Max Gordon produce his shows
Anything goes
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today
And black’s white today
And day’s night today
And that gent today
You gave a cent today
Once had several chateaux
When folks who still can ride in jitneys
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clothes
Anything goes
When Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction
Instruct Anna Sten in diction
Then Nana shows
Anything goes
When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up
Now does a handspring landing upon her toes
Anything goes
Just think of those shocks you’ve got
And those knocks you’ve got
And those blues you’ve got
From those news you’ve got
And those pains you’ve got
If any brains you’ve got
From those little radios
So Missus R, with all her trimmin’s
Can broadcast abed from Simmons
‘Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain and anger can’t see a way out
It ain’t much I’m asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
Listen all you people, come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan, gotta shake you to the ground
But just give me, huh, what I know is mine
People do you hear me, just gimme the sign
It ain’t much I’m asking, if you want the truth
Here’s to the future for the dreams of youth
I want it all (give it all I want it all)
I want it all (yeah)
I want it all and I want it now
I want it all (yes I want it all)
I want it all hey
I want it all and I want it now
I’m a man with a one track mind
So much to do in one lifetime (people do you hear me)
Not a man for compromise and where’s and why’s and living lies
So I’m living it all, yes I’m living it all
And I’m giving it all, and I’m giving it all
Oh oh yeah yeah ha ha ha ha ha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I want it all
It ain’t much I’m asking, if you want the truth
Here’s to the future
Hear the cry of youth (hear the cry of youth) (hear the cry of youth)
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all and I want it now
I want it all yeah yeah yeah
I want it all, I want it all and I want it now
Oh oh oh oh oh
And I want it (now)
I want it, I want it
Oh ha
(Because Disney are greedy jerks, you might not be able to hear the song in the video. Go to the Google Drive for the archive of videos that are blocked in a lot of countries.)
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece
We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework
We are Siamese children related by the heart
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation
Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet
This is the ricochet
Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies
Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce
Screaming out a cease fire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye
Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet
This is the ricochet
Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room
Empty chambers embracing the end
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon
Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries
We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons
You must have known that I was concealing an escape
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye
Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today
And the problem always seems to be we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet
This is the ricochet