I met a gin-soaked bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind
If drinking don’t kill me, her memory will
I can’t hold out much longer, the way that I feel
With the blood from my body, I could start my own still
But if drinking don’t kill me, her memory will
Saw the demonstration
On Remembrance Day
Lest we forget the lesson
Enshrined in funeral clay
History is never written
By those who’ve lost
The defeated must bear witness to
Our collective memory loss
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t we’re gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse”
Sing it to me, honey
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find
You get what you need
Ah baby, yeah
Now, I go down to Speaker’s Corner, I’m thunderstruck
They got free speech tourists, police in trucks
Two men say they’re Jesus, one of them must be wrong
There’s a protest singer, he’s singing a protest song
He says, "They wanna have a war, keep their factories
They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
They’re pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy, incarcerate your mind
Give ya ‘Rule Britannia’, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in España and Sunday striptease"
Meanwhile, the first Jesus says “I’ll cure it soon
Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons”
The other one’s out on hunger strike, he’s dying by degrees
How come Jesus gets industrial disease?
They amplified the autumn, nineteen seventy-nine.
Calculate the capital, up the republic my skinny ass.
TV tells a million lies. The paper’s terrified to report
Anything that isn’t handed on a presidential spoon,
I’m just profoundly frustrated by all this. So, fuck you, man. (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry
Careless in our summer clothes splashing around
In the muck and the mire
Careless in our summer clothes splashing around
In the muck and the mire
Fell asleep with stains
Caked deep in the knees
What a pain
Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out
Too too too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I’m pearly like the whites
The whites of your eyes
The deacon walks by a dollar hits the plate
Tryin’ to buy self a ticket to the pearly gates
Old sister Rose on the very first row been a sittin’ right there twenty years or so
Never hears a word when the preacher speaks
Too busy talkin’ bout the bad girl down the street
Saturday Satan, Sunday saint…
If I go to church on Sunday
Then cabaret all day Monday
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
Never gonna fall for
(Modern love) walks beside me
(Modern love) walks on by
(Modern love) gets me to the church on time
(Church on time) terrifies me
(Church on time) makes me party
(Church on time) puts my trust in God and man
(God and man) no confession
(God and man) no religion
(God and man) don’t believe in modern love
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize
This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
Whitewashed lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes
Look into my eyes – You will see,
What you mean to me
Search your heart, search your soul
When you find me there, you’ll search no more
(Everything I Do) I Do It for You – Bryan Adams
-“BB”-
Your eyes got me dreaming
Your eyes got me blind
Your eyes got me hoping
That I’ll be holding you close tonight
Ebony eyes
Ebony eyes
Ebony eyes
Ebony eyes
I look at her and she looks at me
In her eyes I see the sea
I can’t see what she sees in a man like me
She says she loves me
Her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles
The playmate sings
Like Orphee in some thunder world
Asking to be bathed in light
To be exemplified
With grey desire he looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes
Indigo eyes
Childhood comes for me at night
Voices of my friends
Your face bathing me in light
Hope that never ends
I won’t grow up
I don’t want to go to school
Just to learn to be a puppet
And recite a silly rule
Remember a day before today
A day when you were young
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came.
Why can’t we play today?
Why can’t we stay that way?
I seen you walking down in Chinatown
I call you but you could not look around
Why can’t we be friends?
Why can’t we be friends?
Why can’t we be friends?
Why can’t we be friends?