LYRICS TO SELECTED SONGS
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PARANOID BLUES
(Hard Rock: Very Thematic to Story)
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We're working late in our garage
Building you the last mirage
The words and tunes are camouflage
To set you up for our basic barrage
We're gonna treat you too tough, we're rough you right up, uh huh
We're tight and we're tasty
And the latest in style
We gotcha where we wancha
With the twist of a dial
So yeah if you wanna rock
Then you are in for a shock
We gotta little number just for stopping your clock
We'll attack you then we'll jack you up and knock off your socks
And play you the paranoid blues
We're bashing out your baffled brains
With rusty motorcycle chains
You'll see the sights, you'll feel the pain
You're all set up to get deranged
We're gonna rip out your pipes, we're gonna plumb you up right, oh yeah
We're not taking prisoners
We're just copping slaves
We're a religious disease
Spread by radio waves
So if you wanna get wrecked
We can write you a check
We keep it low profile, but we shred it high-tech
We'll screw you and tattoo you, do you right in your neck
Catch it tonight on the news
Let's turn out the lights and flick on the projector
We'll take the wheel of the image selector
You might call us criminals, you might call us cancer
You can call us collect and not get a straight answer
Or write to Central Command, care of a rock and roll band
We're the midnight cruisers, subconscious invaders
We're what you hear about the hidden persuaders
Cognitive cannibals, subliminal rapers
The ultimate news you never read in the papers
We make your myths on the spot and we call your cheap shots
And we call it all the paranoid blues
So if you wanna dance
We're gonna give you a chance
We've gotta little number that's a kick in the pants
We'll zap you then we'll wrap you in electrical trance
And play you them paranoid blues
We're hooking up the sleep machines
We're sure you'll all have pleasant dreams
What it all means, we're into your genes
And taking things to the rudest extremes
It's all the big bang heat, to us you're just so much meat, uh huh
We'll jump right off the bandstand
For a kick in your face
We'll eat you and excrete you
We're the new human race
So if you want a buzz
We'll just turn up the fuzz
If you wanna get wasted, well that's just what it does
It's the oldest and the coldest stuff that there ever was
Listen up, this is one of the clues
To them cryptomorphological
Pyramanizodiacal
Kodachromozomal
Schizofrebeephiliac
Paranoiandroidal blues
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DON'T LET'S TALK
(Husky Ballad by Female Lead)
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Don't ever tell me to my face
Bite your tongue, consider it done
Let's just go through the motions
Keep it to yourself this once
Just don't speak the words you seek
If I don't hear your voice
Then I'll still have a choice
We can't talk now
It's not the time
We can't talk here
It's not the place
We can't talk straight
It's not the same
Don't talk, dear
Not to my face
Don't try to write it down in words
I read just fine between the lines
Let's just scratch the surface
I'd be stupid to get wise
I don't read what I don't need
If it's not black and white
Then it can't be right
Don't draw me any pictures, please
I see it all scrawled on the wall
Let's just keep this civil
Don't do me any favors now
It won't be hard to play that card
I'll be last to know
Don't tell me though
Don't tell me so
Tell it to the night
Don't come too close
We might catch our death
Don't tell me no
I'll never hear it right
Don't even move
Don't take a breath
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BEEN SOME TIMES
(A Slow, Mournful Blues)
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Been times that I loved
Been times that I lost
Been times that I lied
Been times that were cruel
Been times I got crossed
Been times that I cried
But I thought that this time
It was my time for love
Love, love, clean and true
But you let them blues
Get ahold of you
You're just gonna lose
These times gotta change
These times gonna pass
The time's gonna fly
The time's gonna come
The time never lasts
These times go on by
But I thought there'd be time
Somewhere between the lines
Some kind of love we could find
Guess I thought that I
Would get something right
One of these times
One time I was young
One time I was strong
One time I was high
Times I was right
Times I went wrong
Times I ran dry
I thought it was high time
To be my time for a love
Sweet like I never knew
But then when the blues
Get their hands onto you
There ain't nothing to do
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NE SELLEZ PAS
(Cynical Take on Sold-Out World Tour)
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You can’t sell out
What you ain’t got
If you don’t know that
That says a lot
About the state of mind
You’re likely to find
Up in the big time
You can’t sell out
Something you ain’t got
If you don’t know that
Then you don't know squat
Because talent talks
And bullshit walks
Up in New Yawk
You can’t sell out
Nothing you don’t got
If you don’t know that
Then you just best not
Because the stuff you say
Ain't enough to play
In San Tropez
You can't sell out
What you ain't got
C'est une pas de deux, mis enfants
Une mise en scene, je ne sais quoi
You just can't hide
What you got inside
When you go worldwide
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