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GET THE LOOK
Baby, you're gonna' get the look
I know I'll catch you in the center
Before you bait the hook
Baby, you're gonna' make it real
I know you're gonna' come out angling
No matter what I feel
One day, prét a porter
You're gonna' have it, your little way
You're gonna' splash it, in West L.A.
Baby
You're gonna' model right
I know you're gonna' come out squawking
You're gonna' last all night
Baby, You're gonna' rule the scene
I know you're gonna' put on purple
To make the queens all green
One day, prét a porter
You're gonna' have it, your little way
You're gonna' splash it, in West L.A.
You've got the look
Just like Antonioni's Blow Up
But you keep me hangin' on
Like a B-film makeup artist, on the run
Baby, one day I'm gonna' prove
All the things you had to gain by staying
All the things you'll lose
One day, prét a porter
You're gonna' have it, your little way
You're gonna' splash it, in West L.A.
MENAGE A TROIS
"Que du monde; what a world,"
she said (ba ba, ba ba)
"Some coq au vin?
Voulez-vous white or red?"
"A quel dommage
Sometimes I'm so sad
You were the best petit mouton
That I ever had"
We met in Spain,
I wanted sweet romance
You fell for him, and
took us back to France
(je m'appelle menage a trois)
You need love, "comment vous?"
"ca va"
Always keep me holding on
to this menage a-a trois
Menage a trois
Well every dog needs a cat to wig
Like every dude needs a chick to dig
Every wolf needs a little pig
A Marlboro man, qui fument,
needs a little cig
Menage a trois
You need love, "comment vous?"
"ca va"
Always keep me holding on
to this menage a-a-trois
STAND UP, BE A MAN
Hope you understand
You're not getting any younger
Stand up, be a man
Take a while and think it over
Dream is still a chance
While the world is spinning
Hope you under- understand
You're not getting any younger
Hope you understand
We're not living for tomorrow
Take me by the, by the hand
We weren't made for sorrow
See you on TV
But you are getting colder
Stand up, won't you be with me
We're not getting any younger
My father you might say he tries
Maybe he could try a little more
It's easy to close my eyes and see him at that door
So where do I run?
Who can I be?
This time I can try, I know I can
Less like a child this time
Not afraid to fall if I should stand
Hope you understand
While this old world is spinning
Won't you tell me who I am
We were both made for winning
See you on TV
But now you're going under
Stand up, won't you be with me
We're not getting any younger
My father you might say he tries
Maybe he could try a little more
It's easy to close my eyes and see him at that door
So where do I run?
Who can I be?
This time I can try, I know I can
Less like a child this time
Not afraid to fall if I should stand
STAND-IN
Every time I pick up your signal,
You're there with him
Through many countries, though
In my dreams,
You call me on the telephone
Oh-oh
Like some stand-in stand-in
Stand-in stand-in
All these years, everything changing
Though I've changed too
Seems life has passed me by
Can't believe, how I used to cry
My counselor says, "Play nice,
Life is never worth the price of flight"
But he's a con artist
From harder to hardest
We learn to fight
Outside, snow ploughs are steaming
It's warm inside
But colder inside my soul
I think of all the things that time has
Stolen
On the road,
The peaks and valleys flow into night
Whisker wheat, dimming light
Let me not be cynicism's fool
My counselor says, "Play nice,
Anger is never worth the price of life"
But he's a con artist
From harder to hardest,
We learn to fight
Wintertime, all of the birds
Are fast asleep
They're making straw pillows
And in their dreams
They dream of being
Birds
NEW YEAR'S EVE 3005
Up in Bristol
They spin it down
With some Kraftwerk and Air at the Lizard Lounge
But in Berlin after Mitte's Goldmine
You head to Schwarzes at 5
'cause it's breakfast time
And in Toulouse
Yeah, you shake it with the bands
We head to Cockpit for dancing and a wristband
Apartment hunting can wait 'til the dawn
'Til the smoke and lights and the music's gone
The DJ's tracks seem to give them away
'Cause they play it in a heartfelt way
Cue it up, digital display
Music skyway
In Barcelona
With the Boozy Crew
We comb the streets with Paloma and her guru
She took-a-hit of "flamingo-lingerie"
Then left him at the corner for a cabaret
You'd never know it from the sound of the bass
The shaggy carpet and incense
at the Capsule Space
But when they want a little fun and anticrime
You can watch all the wigs make a bee-line
The DJ's tracks seem to give them away
'Cause they play it in a heartfelt way
Cue it up, digital display
Music skyway
Oh, oh, oh, happy days spent on the rue
Let's never say, we remember things
That we used to do
New Year's Eve 3005
The talking holograms run from the city drive
Electric beads and a neo-Mersey Beat
And when you look down
you're dancing with 1,000 feet
Jean Genie with Laurent Garnier
Daft Punk, where the neon lights get played
You need to take a little break after it's done
Before you know it, it's time for a rerun
POP MUSIC UNITED
Is it worth it?
A new leather coat and boots
For yourself
Walking by Big Ben, or Pop-In
PMU, London or Paris, Berlin
All this music so united
Will life let me in?
But now that I'm on my own
You might say I'm better off now that
I'm living alone
And not thinking of you
Or of anyone else
In front of some keyboard
Or watching people go by
As they toil at the grind
Another daydream, another seaboard
How many rolls do I have to unwind
Just to feel without attachments?
Where can I feel kind?
But would you live forever?
(Would you write it all down?
United, united, united)
After the party
A little time to be all by myself
Now that the lasers are over
Time to forget the things that I felt
Flying from you and life and London
To some asteroid belt
(Will you fight forever
'Cause no one lives forever)
THE INVINCIBLES
That night on the dark stairway I thought of the heather
And our old TV screen
Though the Ashton-on-Mersey couldn't keep it together
Like the clubs that we loved
Like these places we've been
Walking through old Chinatown or down by the docks
Chilly walks by the pier
Happy times at the quay
Your mother is Bristol and me with my clock
While we looked to the future and what's never to be
It doesn't really matter what you say
We're gonna' feel it anyway
And not invincible again
See it through to the end
And you know I can, and you know I can
Let this be my portent
When I got back home I had to read it in a letter
You'd gone to Mable's K.O.
So I combed my hair
And then I got my bags together
For a long trip to Spain
By the way of Merlot
Alone in the train with my brain turned up high
Trying-to-drown-out-the-sound of the things that we'd said
Suicide has never been my personal style
With this goat mountainside I'm really better off dead
I say it doesn't matter what you say
We're gonna' feel it anyway
And not invincible again
See it through to the end
And you know I can, and you know I can
Let this be my portent
Walking through the streets of Cordoba and I'm thinking
That this is really okay
You with Casanova but I've still got my drinking
But all this life's in my way
In the end it's simple, shed a tear and I'm tender
Or flex this muscle, I'm strong
Fill me up, I'll even take return it to sender
When all my hope is gone