One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way
To find the answer to the mystery
They found his body lying where it fell on that day
Preserved in time for all to see
No brave new world, no brave new world
Lost in this place, and leave no trace
What became of the man that started
All are gone and their souls departed
Left me here in this place so all alone
Stranger in a strange land
Land of ice and snow
Trapped inside this prison
Lost and far from home
I’m 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”
A kid on the way, babe.
A family on my mind
I’m 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I’m heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I’m all right with you
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
She was seven and I was just ten
When she moved next door to the house we lived in.
She’d follow me around and get in my hair
Wherever I looked, she’d be there.
An awkward little girl with big brown eyes
She’d ask me over for tea and mud pies,
A freckle-faced angel, always in my way
But I couldn’t refuse when she’d say
Big brother, take me with you
Wherever you’re going, I want to go too
You’re so silly, the things that you do
But big brother, how I love you.
Mrs. Jones is a lady on Hudson Street
She sent her dog to bark at my brother and me
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She’s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Man I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the mornin’
Sha la la la la la la la yeah… uh huh, yeah…
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin’
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
I was fourteen, she was twelve
Father traveled, hers as well, Europa
Down the beaches, hand in hand
Twelfth of never on the sand
Then war took her away
We swore a vow that day:
We’ll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
Oh my country, Europa
I’ll stand beside you in the rain, Europa
Ta république, Europa
Nine years after, who’d I see on the cover of a magazine? Europa
Buy her singles and see all her films
Paste her pictures on my windowsill
But that’s not quite the same (it isn’t, is it?)
Europa my old friend
We’ll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
Oh my country, Europa
I’ll walk beside you in the rain, Europa
Ta république, Europa
My blood runs cold,
My memories have just been sold:
My angel is a centerfold!
Then out of darkness I found I could still feel
Something good
Out of the woods
Eyes closed
All of the rest will flow
One simple thing that I never could see
But now I know
All of the rest will flow
Stay with me my angel I found you
Now I don’t feel low
All of the rest will flow
Eyes closed
All of the rest will flow
if this world is wearing thin
and you’re thinking of escape
i’ll go anywhere with you
i’ll do anything it takes [just wrap me up in chains]
but if you try to go alone
don’t think i’ll understand
stay with me, stay with me.
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I’ve had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show, same tape I’ve had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I’ve had for years
Old battery’s running down, it ran for years and years
Turn on the radio
The static hurts my ears
Tell me where would I go, I ain’t been out in years
Turn on the stereo
It’s played for years and years
An Otis Redding song, it’s all I own
When the world is running down
You make the best of what’s still around
When the world is running down
You make the best of what’s still around
When I got to the show
Yo ho ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song, and the DJ sucks
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
To say goodbye my love
That radio song
Hey hey hey
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
Yeah
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Hey hey hey
I’ve everything to show
I’ve everything to hide
Look into my eyes listen to the radio
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it
Hey hey hey
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane, and Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, don’t misserve your own needs
Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter with a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the Furies breathing down your neck
Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh-oh, overflow, population, common group
But it’ll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it
But every day is the end of the world
Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it’s bound to scare ya boy]
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction.
He was a hairy bear
He was a scary bear
We beat a hasty retreat from his lair
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy.
Was he?
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
Here I go when I don’t know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he’s taking over me
I’m dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine
Sleep with the window open
Sleep till tomorrow
Be my hero
Be without being lonely
Try to open
We try to open
Hoping for a hero
I want something
I want everything
I want nothing
Nothing else
I want someone
Not just anyone
Be my hero
Keep what is secret
Secret
We can believe it
Be my hero
I want something
I want everything
I want nothing
Nothing else
I want someone
Not just anyone
Be my hero
We don’t need another hero.
In the desert sun every step that you take could be the final one
In the burning heat hanging on the edge of destruction
You can’t stop the pain of your children crying out in your head
They always said that the living would envy the dead
So now you’re gonna shoot bullets of fire
Don’t want to fight but sometimes you’ve got to
You’re some soul survivor
There’s just one thing you’ve got to know
You’ve got ten more thousand miles to go
Because you’re one of the living
And if we can’t stick together
One of the living
Who’s gonna make it tonight