Music From The Body
by Ron Geesin and Roger Waters
Lyrics by Roger Waters
Our Song (Waters-Geesin)
Instrumental
Sea Shell and Stone (Waters)
Sea shell and stone
Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of
foam
Search for the gold

Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds
Smooth and round and brown
See how the sunshine creeps over thistle and down
Hillock and hump, hummock and clump and mound
I feel a lump, see a bump, hear a bulboba sound
Hollow and valley and shadow and dimple and hill
Glisten and glimmer and shimmer and sparkle and still
Sunlight is warming the land before your eyes
And the sunrise is on your side
A
nd the sunshine is on your thighs
Lady of stone, you are alone
Lady of stone, you are alone
Red Stuff Writhe (Geesin)
Instrumental
A Gentle Breeze Blew Through LIfe (Geesin)
Instrumental
Lick Your Partners (Geesin)
Instrumental
Bridge Passage for Three Plastic Teeth (Geesin)
Instrumental
Chain of Life (Waters)
Cry, Baby, cry
Grow, Baby, grow
Stand on your own
Holidays and happy days at home

Seaside, bike ride, fun land, hot sand, childhood
floating by
Wonder why I feel
so shy when you are passing by
The years of love and wine
Pass by the magic eye
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Pass by the magic eye
Your child is growing fast
His future is your past
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
His future is your past
Slow down, look around
Memories come drifting down
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Memories come drifting down
And I remember rather well
Gather round my chair and I will tell
Carriages were open to the breeze
Muffin boys and trams and trees
I recall when I was younger, world was not so small
The Womb Bit (Waters-Geesin)
Instrumental
Embryo Thought (Geesin)
Instrumental
March Past of the Embryos (Geesin)
Instrumental
More than Seven Dwarfs in Penis-Land (Geesin)

Instrumental
Dance of the Red Cropuscles (Geesin)
Instrumental
Body Transport (Waters-Geesin)
Instrumental
Hand Dance - Full Evening Dress (Geesin)
Instrumental
Breathe (Waters)
Breathe in the air
Make for the meadow and savour the grass while it lasts
By and by
Spidery fingers of industry reach for the sky
Brick upon brick, stone upon stone they grow
Choking the atmosphere, oh, so incredibly slowly
Sulphur and carbon and hydrogen sulphide and lime
Fever, corrosion and cover your cities with grime
Something is killing the land before your eyes
And the sunshine
Is not to blame
Could be the insane, inhuman games we play
Day by day
River and fool
??? (Rushing) home in a crowd, I'm alone
Close your eyes, lie still
You are a mountain stream and I am a hill
Far, far away
There is a field of blossom and bees and new mown hay
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air

Breathe in the air
Old Folks Ascension (Geesin)
Instrumental
Bed-Time-Dream-Clime (Geesin)
Instrumental
Piddle in Perspex (Geesin)
Instrumental
Embryonic Womb-Walk (Geesin)
Instrumental
Mr. Throat Goes Walking (Geesin)
Instrumental
Sea Shell and Soft Stone (Waters-Geesin)
Instrumental
Give Birth to a Smile (Waters)
Long live the child and the man
Long live the mother and the lad
The hills behind us and the sea
Reach out to welcome you and me
Valley deep and mountain tall
Lie upon the ground before us all
Strange are the colours of the turf

Heralding the rebirth of the earth
Gather all your energy and try
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile,
everytime you think about it
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile, hear me tellin' you
Give birth to a smile, give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile, give birth, give birth
Give birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile, every day of your life
Give birth to a smile, give a little birth to a smile
Give birth to a smile

THE PROS AND CONS OF HITCHHIKING
Music and Lyrics by Roger Waters
Roger began work on the concept and songs of The Pros and Cons of
HitchHiking in the late 1970's and it was only after Pink Floyd disbanded that he
refined the lyrics and music. Pros and Cons became his first \"Solo\" album
without the other Pink Floyd members as backup studio musicians as some say
was the case with the albums, \"The Wall\" and \"The Final Cut.\"
His new band, which he called \"The Bleeding Hearts Band,\" was composed of
various great studio musicians he had befriended over the years. However for the
album, and this first iteration of the band, Roger called upon non other than Eric
Clapton for it's lead guitarist and main instrumentalist.
The Pros and Cons of HitchHiking was released in 1984 with concerts beginning
two tours in Sweden shortly there-after. There were trivial differences in the lyrics
reported between the US Pros and Cons album release and the British release, as
well as extra lyrics sung during the Pros and Cons tour.
The lyrics
4.30 AM (Apparently They Were Travelling Abroad)
Apparently they were travelling abroad
And they picked up some hitchhikers...drill
Wake up you're dreaming...what...you're dreaming
We were moving away from the border
Uh what border?
Have a nice day...uh...have a nice day
We were moving away from the border
Looking for somewhere to sleep
The two of us sharing the driving

Two hitchhikers slumped in the back seat
Hello
I sneaked a quick look in the mirror
She gave me a smile
I said \"Is anyone hungry?
Should we stop for a while?\"
So we pulled off into a layby
Her dress blew up over her head
I said \"Would you like to come with me?\"
She said something foreign under her breath
And the sun shone down on her lovely young limbs
I thought to myself she's much too good for him
I lay down beside her with tears in my eyes
She said
4.33 AM (Running Shoes)
So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal magnets
Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather dull child could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborghini
So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map

I opened my eyes and to my surprise
4.37 AM (Arabs with Knives and West German Skies)
There were Arabs with Knives
At the foot of the bed
Right at the foot of the bed
Oh my God how did they get in here?
I thought we were safe home in England
She said \"Come on now kid, it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong\"
Oh god....Jesus
Sleep Sleep
I know that I'm only dreaming
Leave her alone..get out..out..get out of my house
Through closed eyes
I see West German skies on the ceiling
And I want to get back
To the girl with the rucksack
To feel her flaxen hair
I want to be there
See the sun going down
Behind Krupps steelworks
On the outskirts of some German town
Guten Abend meiner Damen und Herren Ha Ha Ha Ha
Willkommen in Konnigsburg Ha Ha Ha Ha
Wollen zie danzen mit mir oder drinken Bier Ha Ha Ha Ha
Thank you but......
This young lady and I
Will just finish this bottle of wine
It was kind of you...but
I think we'll just say goodnight
Leave us alone
Goodnight
Leave us alone
Could I have the key to one four three please?
There you are

Thank you, goodnight
Hello yes I'd like to order breakfast please
I'd like coffee for two, and toast with marmalade
No...marmalade.
4.39 (For the First Time Today-Part 2)
For the first time today
I held her naked body next to mine
In this hotel overlooking the Rhine
I made her mine
Ooh babe...ooh babe
Come with me and stay with me
Please stay with me
Uh...what is it?
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
No...
Stay with me
Forget it
4.41 AM (Sexual Revolution)
Hey...girl
Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
Tomorrow lets make...our new resolution
Yeah, but tonight lie still
While I plunder your sweet grave
And remember

Only the poor can be saved
Hey girl
As I've always said I prefer your lips red
Not what the good Lord made
But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't point the finger at me
I am only a rat in a maze like you
And only the dead go free
So...please hold my hand
As we blunder through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain
(Thunder)
Don't point
Don't point your finger at me
I awoke in a fever
The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat
She said \"You've been having a nightmare
And it's not over yet\"
Then she picked up the doggy in the window
(The one with the waggly tail)
And she put him to bed between two bits of bread
4.47 AM (The Remains of Our Love)
I just cowered in the corner
My pyjama coat over my head
And she smiled as she finished her sandwich
And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history
As she brushed the remains
Of our love from the bed
And when she had turned back the covers
When all of the prayers had been read
She said \"Come on over here you silly boy
Before you catch your death of cold

I was only joking
Let's leave behind the city grime
Let's not compete
It could be fine in the country
Couldn't it though...come on lets go
I said \"OK\"
Are we going to go now?
Where would you like to go darling?
Mmm...Vermont...Wyoming (yes)
Wyoming...huh huh
Children...(what) we're going to Wyoming
Darling...Which way is Wyoming?
Hook a right here
You're going the wrong way
I know that
I know children...
Let's see how many...Volvos we pass
On the way to our new life in the country
...One
Jade don't do that, that's really negative
4.50 AM (Go Fishing)
As cars go by I cast my mind's eye
Over back packs on roof racks
Beyond the horizon
Where dream makers
Working white plastic processors
Invite the unwary
To reach for the pie in the sky
Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is

We cut down some trees
And we trailed our ideals
Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled snuggled him down
By the grandfather bed while I wrote
We grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day.
*Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday
And gets two presents
Daddy...come on dad
Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side
Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water
\"Pathetic\" he said, \"That's what it is\"
\"Good morning Eeyore\" said Pooh
\"Oh\" said Pooh, He thought for a long time
The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realized all was not well in the camp
The kids caught bronchitis
The space heater ran out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
Stole your heart
I said \"Fuck it then
Take the kids back to town
Maybe I'll see you around\"

And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left our litter and trash
And set out on the road again
On the road again
Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy
You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl
But don't bring Liza
4.56 AM (For the First Time Today-Part 1)
For the first time today
I feel it's really over
You were my everyday excuse
For playing deaf, dumb and blind
Who'd have ever thought
This was how it would end for you and me
To carry my own millstone
Out of the trees
And I have to admit
I don't like it a bit
Being left here beside this lonesome road.
Lonesome road
Lonesome road
4.58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)
Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?

I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Women are like that kid
What the hell can you do?
She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
I saw a program about that on TV........
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad
Me.....
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Me....
While you were asleep
It was me...I did
I kept you in buttons and bows
Christ all those clothes
So you could encourage this creep
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up
Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here
5.01 AM (The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking)

An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
How ya doin bro?...where ya been?...where ya goin'?
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
Have a nice day
A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex your rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming
I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
\"Jump\" says Yoko Ono
\"I'm too scared and too good looking\" I cried
\"Go on\", she says
\"Why don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony all men must die\"
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
And mother wants you
Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over
Shane
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
Shane
The bitch said something mystical \"Herro\"

So I stepped back on the kerb again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
5.06 AM (Every Strangers Eyes)
Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?
I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?
Ok you take cream and sugar?
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs and sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now from where I stand
Upon this hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love
5.11 AM (The Moment of Clarity)
And the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes
I open one eye
And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And I have to admit
I was just a little afraid, oh yeah
But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
I couldn't take another moment alone.

When The Wind Blows
Songs and Lyrics
\"The Russian Missile\"
(instrumental)
\"Towers of Faith\"
Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith
The prophet reclined
In the Golan Heights

Ohhh, the lonely boys
He said \"This land is my land\"
To the Shiites
Ooooh, the lonely boys
And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said \"I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band\"
Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checkin out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from hate
After dark
And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something t
hat I did not understand
It was in polish
Then up stepped an aide, he said \"I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.
This land is Jesus' land.
And that is all
All that there is to it.'\"
And in New York City
The business Jim in his mohair suit
In the world trade center
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said
\"Well I don't care who owns the desert sands,
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath\"
And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark
Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith
\"Hilda's Dream\"
Radio: \"Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday

lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the
House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is
deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in
the
next two or three days.\"
Jim: \"This is it! This is really it!\"
Hilda: \"I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over.\"
(instrumental)
\"The American Bomber\"
(instrumental)
\"The Anderson Shelter\"
Hilda: \"It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an
old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians
growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it
looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.
Jim: \"Yes, we had a Morrison. I used to sleep in it. Mmmm. I stuck
pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Patricia
Rock. The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in bed with a
candle.\"
Hilda: \"Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the
blackouts, cups of tea...\"
Jim: \"The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the
first time....\"
Hilda: \"Old Churchill on the wires...\"
Jim: \"Those were the days.\"
(instrumental)
\"The British Submarine\"
(instrumental)

\"The Attack\"
Radio: \"An enemy missile attack has been launched against this
country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in
approximately three minutes.\"
Jim: \"God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!\"
Hilda: \"Okay, I'll just get the washing in.\"
Jim: \"Shut up! I'm trying to listen!\"
Radio: \"Stay indoors.\"
Hilda: \"Oh, dear, I've left the oven on.\"
Jim: \"Get in! Get in! Get in!\"
Hilda: \"The cake will be burned!\"
(instrumental)
\"The Fallout\"
Jim: \"Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it.\"
Hilda: \"Wasn't it light?\"
Jim: \"Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!\"
Hilda: \"What does the fallout look like, dear?\"
Jim: \"Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing.\"
Hilda: \"Terrible smell of burning.\"
Jim: \"Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical.
..\"
Hilda: \"It's like...roast meat.\"
Jim: \"Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances...\"

Jim: \"A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear.\"
Hilda: \"Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?\"
Jim: \"Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that.\"
Hilda: \"Oh, look! My hair's coming out.\"
(instrumental)
\"Hilda's Hair\"
Jim: \"I shall hear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the
days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green
pastures..I...I don't know anymore...\"
Hilda: \"That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures--\"
Jim: \"Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death
Hilda: \"no more, now...no more...\"
(instrumental)
\"Folded Flags\"
Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
And babe, hate to see you fall that way
Better spe
ak to the palace than to be today
Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that gun in your hand?
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums
I stood in the wings with you
Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
Holding the high ground
On some old stage
And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away
Will they catch you at the bottom
Hey Joe, where you goin'

With that dogma in your head?
You can prove your point,
But your kids will still be dead
Bring down the curtain
The soap opera must surely close
Before the cold wind blows
Hey Joe, where you goin'
with that gun in your hand
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
Bring down the curtain
The show must close
Before the cold wind blows
So rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums

Radio K.A.O.S. Lyrics
The following is a brief explanation of the story of Radio KAOS as told on the Radio
KAOS video, followed by the lyrics.
Radios KAOS is the story of twins Benny, a welsh coalminer, and Billy, his handicapped
brother. Billy is special, he has the super natural ability to receive RADIO WAVES
directly into his mind. The pit closes, the village is dying.
One night, drunk, after taking Billy on a pub crawl, Benny's anger overflows, as an act of
defiance he smashes the window of a hi-fi shop and takes a cordless phone.
When the police come for Benny he hides the phone under the seat of Billy's
wheelchair. Benny goes to prison; Billy is sent to LA to live with his great uncle David,
who had gone to America during the War to work on the Atom Bomb project and
stricken with remorse after Hiroshima, had never returned to Wales.
Billy is homesick, the cultural upheaval moving from South Wales to SUNSET STRIP
makes him realise how many of us are forced from HOME by the market forces.
Billy experiments with the cordless phone, he learns to make c alls, he accesses
computers and speech synthesisers now he can communicate.
He makes friends with Jim the DJ at Radio KAOS a renegade rock station. Billy
developes his power. He learns control. From the traffic lights of LA to the most
sophisticated military computers the world of electronics becomes his oyster.
Billy decides to shock the world out of its market dominated, war mongering attitude, by
simulating a global nuclear attack. FOUR MINUTES and counting. Silence, whiteout,
blockout. \"I just wanted everyone to know how it felt, you, me and the POWERS THAT
BE! We will learn our lesson THE TIDE IS TURNING.\"
Jim: This is K.A.O.S. You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles. Let's
go to the telephones now and take a request.
Billy: Hello, I'm Billy.
Jim: Yes?
Billy: I hear radio waves in my head.
Jim: You hear radio waves in your head? Ah! Is there a request that you have
tonight for KAOS?
Radio Waves

Radio waves. Radio waves.
He hears radio waves. Radio waves.
The atmosphere is thin and cold
The yellow sun is getting old
The ozone overflows with radio waves
AM, FM, weather and news
Our leaders had a frank exchange of views
Are you confused, radio waves.
Radio waves, radio waves
AM radio waves, FM radio waves
Radio waves, mind-numbing radio waves
Fish-stunning radio waves
Radio waves.
Magic Billy in his wheel chair
Is picking up all this stuff in the air
Billy is face to face with outer space
Messages from distant stars
The local police calling all cars, radio waves
Hear them radio waves, radio waves
Jesus saves radio, radio waves
Radio waves, AM radio waves, FM radio waves
All them radio waves
Radio waves, radio waves, he hears radio waves
Radio waves, radio waves, hopeful radio waves, dopeful radio waves
Radio waves, Russian radio waves, Prussian radio waves
Eastern radio waves, Western radio waves
Testing radio waves, one two. One two.
Radio waves. Getting through to you
More code radio waves, Tobacco road radio waves
South to Paloma radio waves, Oklahoma City radio waves
Sitting pretty radio waves, nitty-gritty radio waves
Radio waves
Jim: Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves. You are listening to KAOS in
Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line.
Billy: I'm from the valleys.
Jim: You're from the valley?
Billy: No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys; male voice choirs, Wales.
Jim: Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?
Billy: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim.
Jim: Sorry.
Billy: Me and Benny went out.
Jim: Who's Benny?
Who Needs Information
Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun
Supping ale in the moonlight

Waiting for the dawn to come
Benny pointed at a HiFi shop
He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got
How'd you make a have out of a have not
Hmmmm.
Who needs information
When you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Benny climbed up on a footbridge
And he teetered on the parapet
He said can you see the whites of their headlights
Are they coming yet
Who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here
Benny hefted a breeze block
And tried to let go
Got hung up on a tear drop
So me and Benny went home
Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here
Who needs information yeah
When you're living on borrowed time
Just give me confirmation
There will be a winner this time
Who needs information when you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs, who needs, who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds - yeah
Jim: Um.
Jim lights a cigarette.
Jim: So your brother's in jail?
Me or Him

You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days
Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot
Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
Oh how he wanted to talk to the people,
he wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York
Listen tot the Welsh kid talk
Communicating like in the good old days
Forgive me father for I have sinned
It was either me or him
And a voice said Benny
You fucked the whole thing up
Benny your time is up
Your time is up
Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk communicating
Like in the good old days
Forgive me Father
Welsh Policeman: Mobile One Two to Central.
For I have sinned
Welsh Policeman: We have a multiple on the A465
between Cwmbran and Cylgoch.
Father it was either me or him.
Father can we turn back the clock?
Welsh Policeman: Ambulance, over.
I never meant to drop the concrete block.
Welsh Policeman: Roger central, over and out.
Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Just like in the good old days
The good old days
Radio announcer: Do you really think Iranian terrorists would have taken
Americans hostage if Ronald Reagan were president?
Do you really think the Russians would have invaded Afghanistan if Ronald
Reagan were president?
Do you really think third-rate military dictators would laugh at America and
burn our flag in contempt if Ronald Reagan were president?

Concerned Citizen: Well, it might work!
Hostage: We as a group do most importantly want to beseech President Reagan
and
our fellow Americans to refrain from any form of military or violent means as
an attempt, no matter how noble or heroic, to secure our freedom.
Concerned Citizen: Sure! Only it's going to be mighty dangerous for you,
Cassidy
Hoppy's faithful sidekick: guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy, Mister.
Adventure's his bread, excitement's his butter and danger, why to him that's
like strawberry jam to top it off.
Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll comes out
of
chaos and a song called \"The Powers that Be\"...
The Powers That Be
The powers that be
They like a tough game
No rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof cadillac
Air conditioned, gold taps,
Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps
They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
Nice car Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
They're the powers that be
If you see them come,
You better run - run
You better run on home
Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home
You better run - run
You better run on home
The powers that be
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing
And blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans

They like death or glory, they love a good story
They love a good story
Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late
You better run - run
You better run on home
Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your
Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.
Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the
console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four
sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red
snappers.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish
report with a beat.
Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's Sunset
Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
Sunset Strip
I like staying with my Uncle Dave
And I like playing with his great dane
But I don't fit
I feel alien and strange Kinda outa range
I like riding in my Uncle's car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head
Picking up -------------- and
A male voice choir on the short wave band
Billy taps out Jim's number on the 'phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone
Come on my friend, speak to me please

The land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Come on home
He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home
Billy, Billy, come home
Come on home
Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.
Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles.
Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.
Jim: Yes, we've established that. Ah! Do you have a request?
Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab and lobster,
flounder.I hate fish, but I think most of all I hate fresh fish, like trout.
I
hate fresh trout. My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole. That way you
don't have to see the eyes.
Sole has no eyes.
Jim: Oh no!
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
Jim: Thankyou.
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey ...
Jim: They don't care. Shut up. Play the record.
Home
Jim: Oh, God!
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge
Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills
It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land

Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home
When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
Will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators
Will you discreetly withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion within you roars
Will you take to the hills
Will you stand, will you stand for it
Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within
you roars
Could be your father and it could be your mother
Could be your sister, could be your brother
Could be a foreigner, could be a Turk
Could be a cyclist out looking for work. Norman
Could be a king, could be the Aga khan
Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint, could be a sinner
Could be a loser or it could be a winner
Could be a banker, could be a baker
Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar
Could be a male voice choir
Could be a lover, could be a fighter
Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be
something lighter
Could be a cripple, could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop, could be a thief
Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their silver spoons
Could be the pilot with God on his side
Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight
Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
Could be humble, could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd
Could be the soldier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy his mother said

He'll do his duty when he's grown, yeah
Everybody's got someone they call home
Four Minutes
Billy: Four minutes and counting.
Jim: O.K.
Billy: They pressed the button, Jim.
Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button?
Billy: The big red one.
Jim: You mean THE button?
Billy: Goodbye, Jim.
Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir,
it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!
Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern California summer day.
It's 80 degrees ... I said balmy ... I could say bomby ... Ha! Ha! ...O.K.
I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only four minutes left to us, let's
use
this as wisely as possible.
Molly: Everybody got someone they call home.
Jim: Out at Dodger Stadium.
It's the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are leading
Three to nothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to go
surfing tomorrow, too bad.
'Phone rings.
Jim: I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth ...
O.K. good. Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are getting are
correct, this could be it. Billy, if you're listening to me, please call now.
After a near miss on the plane
You swear you'll never fly again
After the first kiss when you make up
You swear you'll never break up again
And when you've just run a red light
Sit shaking under the street light
You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again
Sometimes I feel like going home
You swear you'll never let things go by again.
Sometimes I miss the rain and snow
And you'll never toe the party line again
And when the east wind blows
Sometimes I feel like going home
Jim: Billy, if you are listening, please call.
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
Molly: Goodbye little spy in the sky.
They say that cameras don't lie.
Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad?
Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes, sole has no eyes
Billy: Ten, nine, eight, seven
Margaret Thatcher: Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helped to keep
the
peace.

Billy: Six, five four, three,
Ordinary Person: ...you've go a job...
Billy: Two, one,
Margaret Thatcher: For nearly forty years
Jim: Goodbye Billy.
The Tide is Turning (After Live Aid)
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the
War Lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
The tide is turning.

The Lyrics of AMUSED TO DEATH
The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard
Instrumental
crickets
(switch channels)
[Alf Razzell:] \"Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I
had to collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in
no-man's-land.
\"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no
sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a
call, 'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night
here,' and he said 'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard,

one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original
battalion. I had a look at his wound, rolled him over; I could
see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain
he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about
three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a
path or a road I could have done better. He pummelled me, 'Put
me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me
down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any
further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't
be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And
the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had
to leave him there, in no-man's-land.\"
(switch channels)
(girl) \"I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I
_like_ to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if
our side's winning, if our side's losing...\"
(switch channels)
What God Wants, Part I
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets

God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
God wants boarders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God gets
Perfect Sense, Part I
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold

And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden
Perfect Sense, Part II
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range
You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees

I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
Late Home Tonight, Part I
Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But in the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine

Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
In the street below
Late Home Tonight, Part II
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down
His landing gear

Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar
Back home in Cleveland
All the papers and local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Our American friends are late home tonight
Too Much Rope
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at you companions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating 'round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my eyes

What does it mean
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It's only two humans being
It's only two humans being
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
What God Wants, Part II
Do you believe in a better day
Do you have faith in a golden way
If you do then we must come together this day
Come together as one united
Television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United united financially united socially
United spiritually and all possible ways
Through the power of money

And the power of prayers
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God Wants, Part III
Don't be afraid it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took

The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Though his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone
Watching TV
We were been watching
In Tiananmen Square
Lost my baby there
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer

Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a student of philosophy
Won't you grieve with me
For my yellow rose
Shed a tear
For her bloodstained clothes
She had shiny hair
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was the daughter of an engineer
So get out your pistols
Get out your stones
Get out your knives
Cut them to the bone
They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine
They built the dark satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
But I grieve for my sister
People of China
Do not forget do not forget
The children who died for you
Long live the Republic
Did we do anything after this
I've a feeling we did
We were watching TV
Watching TV
We were watching TV
Watching TV
She wore a white bandanna that said
Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of China
Would come tumbling down
She was a student
Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear

For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek
That no-good low-down dirty rat
Who used to order his troops
To fire on the women and children
Imagine that imagine that
And in the spring of '48
Mao Tse-tung got quite irate
And he kicked that old dictator Chiang
Out of the state of China
Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa
And they armed the island of Quemoy
And the shells were flying across the China Sea
And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory
Called Taiwan
And she is different from Cro-Magnon man
She's different from Anne Boleyn
She is different from the Rosenbergs
And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan
Half superstar half victim
She's a victor star conceptually new
And she is different from the Dodo
And from the Kankanbono
She is different from the Aztec
And from the Cherokee
She's everybody's sister
She's symbolic of our failure
She's the one in fifty million
Who can help us to be free
Because she died on TV
And I grieve for my sister
Three Wishes
Reached back for the bottle
And rubbed against the lamp
Genie came out smiling
Like some Eastern tramp
He said hey boy what's happening
What is going on
You can have three wishes
If you don't take too long
I said well

I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon
Wish somebody'd help me write this song
I wish when I was young
My old man had not been gone
Genie said consider it done
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Genie said I'm sorry
But that's the way it goes
Where the hell's the lamp sucker
It's time for me to go
Bye
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
It's A Miracle
Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet
They've got Pepsi in the Andes
McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into
A golf course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
They've got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another Miracle

By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We've got warehouses of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls Royce
We've got choice
She said meet me
In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear
The Lord said Peter I can see
Your house from here
An honest family man
Finally reaped what he had sown
A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan
It's a miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle
Amused To Death
Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment

Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
(switch channels)

[Alf Razzell:] \"Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at
Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he was
now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave
him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it,
because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there
something else that I could have done?' [background: \"I'd rather die, I'd rather die...\"]
And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register -
as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every
name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened
my...heart, if you like.\"
(woman) \"When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?\"
\"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen
eighty-four.\"
(switch channels) crickets