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(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
She caught me in the washrooms / I had crayons in my hands
I want to make graffiti / I want to put a little blood / in america's veins
See she said if you want to get down in the dark / I'll come with you
Cause I see that natural look in your eyes
She stopped me in the washrooms / I had latex in my hands
I wanna paint the stars and stripe / all over your dress--see
Oh water

(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Clavinet
April in Toledo / talking to myself / talking to myself
She's hiding out in Lake Louise / says she's taking a break from my face
See--I'll run I'll run to Niagara / I'll hide I'll hide in the dark
She wouldn't have me for conversation no more
Her last destination was out of town
These letters from Lake Louise / sound like damn DIARIES of a winter freeze

Could you explain to a simple man
Why you always have to back away?
When something in your eyes
Is asking me to make you stay

Let's say we're lost in a sudden storm
And settle down into the night
We're still a universe away but it's alright

It's another world we think in / because words are obsolete
Two thousand years we kissed the devil / before we knew defeat
Chapter eating marx one morning / freaking out on electric meat
Chewing thrills with turkish madmen / space speed to sweden without sleep
Cocaine coloured computer cards / coding cosmic zipper skies
Vitamin clouds beyond the moon / yogurt blood lunacy shoes
Acid warped the global fetus / like the bourgeois look at feet / and cadillacs
Two thousand years we crossed up jesus / thinking he'd make ends meet

The music always had something to say to us
The girlfriends always had something to wear for us
The little class from the back-beatin dream
They rock-n-roll to the drums of the summer

Sometimes we thought we were the only ones under the sun
Dear ma and pa, we were just having fun

(M & L--Terry Watkinson)
There's a bottle of wine in the kitchen
If you feel like hanging around
We can watch the rain on the window
We can burn your blues to the ground
Blowing the blues away
If you got shot down by a bad man
Baby I can bring you around

From where I sit, I see chain of events
Boy meets girl, boy meet chest
From where I sit, I see chain of events
Boy goes "wow", girl goes "I guess"
From where I sit, I see chain of events
Boy wants number, girl plays hard to get
From where I sit, I see chain of events
Boy wants girl, boy needs chest

Like a thirsty horse going for the water
Like a race horse going for the wire

Chalk, chalk, chalkers
Coming from the shadows
Putting a hand on at this time
Hotter than the odds on favorite
Hotter than the gamblers line

If you lean too hard, I just back away
From your blackmail eyes
If you cut me off, you might find
That grin is a thin disguise

But don't let it weigh
Don't let me mess up your day
Just find my bell and ring it

(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
Coming off the moon / with my lady luck in haste
Gave me shots of sorrow / shaved in photogenic lace
Tying off her arm / my lady luck did answer--
Turn up the sky father music / everything below you is cancer
Talking as she walks / so nervous and so shy
She reads the look a second time / because of people's eyes...
See--I love I love I love I love Khalidia

She took the morning lightly across my eyes
She sees faces but not her own, her own
I don't want to use you, baby, but you sound confused
Are you taking on prestige, baby?
Because you've been abused, abused

I am perplexed, I am distressed
Where did I park my wheels?

(Music--Kim Mitchell/Lyrics--Pye DuBois)
Tomorrow don't be here today / take a cruise take a holiday
Cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
See--I don't feel you but I know you're around
I can feel you cause I feel the sound
Cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
Alka seltzer, tang and a 50 / it's all over / hangover
It's getting warmer

(Music--Kim Mitchell; Lyrics--Pye DuBois)
You got detective eyes / and you refuse my lies
A hand on a shoulder / a hand on a gun
But the hand takes a hand / before the gun takes a gun
HIGH CLASS in overcruise / a little hip talk in borrowed shoes
A foot in the kitchen / a foot in the door
But the foot in your mouth / is so you don't get bored
HIGH CLASS in overcruise / a little hip talk in borrowed shoes

In the world of giants
Candy stores, you got the morning look
And your head is screaming
And you can't tell where do you come from

In walks just another client
Crazed and bored, he's got the morning look
And his head is screaming

kids in action if your hearts in your city
it doesnt matter how you feel
or how high you feel you have to get to get by on
if its a sin we have in good time living
then i guess were gonna be
yes i guess were gonna be the best bonfire in hell
CH:
we want modern thrills

I see you there in your satin shirt
Unfocused eyes on the ceiling
Fluorescent lips on a painted face
I think I know what you're feeling

This tightrope just begins to feel like home
When the wind comes rising from a distant storm
But all I know is that tonight I might

Second hand telegram / lip service legal love
Second hand out of town telegram / lip service legal love
So you're the lawyer's wife / how's life on lakeshore road
Furs and boats caviar and moats / and your fat kitten
Is teasing your aunt / in the hall / with the liver hors d'oeuvres
She gives her guest(s) / when on call
Ahhhhh you should be down under / pushin' up wheat for the hungry
Big revolutions in my black book / written down in our teens

World sleeping on a bed of nails / world bleeding bleeding to be born
Look out / look out has been called / look out has been called
For me for you for all
Some think / some drink to for get / it's the same withdraw

To lock our dreams like doors
Bleeding / bleeding to be born / it's a free for all
Of raps of maps of scores

You should see her freelance charm
No nonsense on my arm
You should see her, see her shine
Suburban sweetheart Miss Demeanor you're mine

She got my number with just one look in my eyes
She made me humble with her handkerchief fumbling
You should see her, see her shine

(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
Night flights on a music ship / leading on a never ending trip
We race the sun again and we chase the world
Night flights on a midnight jet stream / riding the wind from dream to dream
We race the world around and we chase the sun
Sky divers touching down / to spread sweet thunder all around
Just one night to shake you loose / then on to take another town
We see you in a fever / standing by the exit door

Only your nose knows
I've been fooling around
Tie me down, tie me down
Tie me down, see me with her

Pull them down tiger clown
Pull them down tiger clown
Pull them down tiger clown

Happiness is beginning to ride
From the streets into paradise skies, oh

Tonight inaugurates rock 'n' roll wings
Tonight bent to turn the world around
And we hover and we leave the ground
And the magic we need frees the dancer we wanna be

(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
I'm going home put my headphones on wave at my dad
I'm going home put my mindphones on listen to the weather
I'm switching out
I'm out to lunch
A.O.M.U.
A.O.M.U.
I'm gonna roll a regal ego cove I need a tie escape

(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
See--in my chair chaise lounge / at my pool / nudes and rave reviews
In my chair chaise lounge / I am hearing sun voices / long and loud
In and out of daydreams I'm drifting / the beat of my heart is delayed
Waiting for wind...my face to the sun / deep into daydreams I fade
The dove and the hawk are leaving / earth / a million vacations away
Deeper in sundreams I rave
Sun voices long and loud...C

Looking for the good life
In between all the clatter
Tonight I'm at the Bojar Grill
And they're serving up only Tennessee water
We gotta turn the party down
We only got 'til tomorrow
So pop them corks you mothers
And let's start drinking all

Cats in the bag
The neighbors holler
This party's higher
Than the Eiffel tower

We're all here to be reckless
We're all sleazy and easy to please
Dreamers and schemers on the loose

Hard headed man lookin' for a heart starter
Hand held man lookin' to make a stand...
There's always been the light in our eyes
Rising slowly to meet the waterline
Time has sifted out all the salt / time has cemented in all the faults
The day of our daze is everyman's day
The wave of our walk is in our walk / the wake of our talk is in our talk
The day of the rebel is song / the day of the president is gone

M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net starting with "Its a wild chance..." are from a song called "what do you do with the urge" from Max Websters "universal juviniles" album. The lyrics in this song may not be exact, and I assume no responibility for their accuracy, but at least now its the right song.

You are an original creation, celebrate, celebrate.
Moving me down to earth, moving me down to words.
Its just so damn easy for me to go,
You hold my line in fate.