Radio Musicola

 

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B03.01 Radio Musicola

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination

More fodder for the new lost generation

I got a question to send you to the nearest closet

Why can't you let us do it like JONI does it

There you go again, giving it your very best

Trying so hard to make it sound like all the rest

And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul

You gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V. rock 'n' roll

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

I got political inclinations to announce

But no way, if it doesn't scan with your accounts

I got some spiritual ideology for you

I know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

You can find it in the streets

You can find it in the elevators

You can find it where the ladies wash their hands

It emanates from little boxes on the wall

And it'll soon be coming in disposable tin cans

My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio

Wall street liquid lunches showing us the way to go

Why tolerate this numismatical polity?

There isn't any other way, there isn't any other way

More's the pity

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

We're growing up

We're growing up

To Radio Musicola

 


 

B03.02 Nobody Knows

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

I thought I heard a lover's sigh

It wasn't very loud

It came as I was passing by

Somebody else's cloud

The curtains were the finest lace

And when the night winds blew

I saw the dew upon her face

And other places too

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

I took a walk down lovers lane

A quick call to the boss

And yet again it seems my gain

Is somebody else's loss

Automobilia nowhere steer

My camera standing by

I wait for evening mists to clear

So I can find out why

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

Nobody knows…

Nobody’s business at all…

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

Nobody knows what you do to me

And nobody's past is history

But the thing they should know seems to be

That it's nobody's business at all

 


 

B03.03 L.A.B.A.T.Y.D.

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Permanent wave

Temporary laughter

Morality's soul

Living happy ever after

Never see the end

Never in a million years

And never be afraid

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

L.A.B.A.T.Y.D.

All our bodies

Three score years and ten

I know we're waiting for the big amen

Only one chance

Tears of blood and years of sweat and toil

Give it all up

Then shuffle off your mortal coil

Don't it make you sigh

Don't you want to bend and cry

Don't you be afraid

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

Life's A Bitch And Then You Die

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

Even when my head says this is all there is

I believe there'll be another time

 


 

B03.04 What The Papers Say

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

I read it in the papers

It must be true

It said « girl gives birth to alien boy »

But do we see a photo of this bundle of joy?  No, no

I saw another headline

It knocked me flat

It said « dinosaur found alive today »

It's easy when you're talking the rhetorical way

It's what the papers say

You know it's right

It's down there written in black and white for you

It's what the papers say

You know it's true ‘cause

They're responsible citizens and would they lie to you?

I saw it on the front page

Whatever next?

It read « NASA plans sex in outer space »

No doubt to procreate the human race

They put it in the late news

Well, now hear this,

It went « man with two heads learns to fly »

Well, JESUS, but it must have been one hell of a guy

It's what the papers say

You know it's right

It's down there written in black and white for you

It's what the papers say

You know it's true ‘cause

They're the pillars of society and would they lie to you?

I saw it on the newsstand

It shouted at me

It said « we are all good and they are all bad »

Well, drive me to the clinic ‘cause it's driving me mad

It's what the papers say

You know it's right

It's down there written in black and white for you

It's what the papers say

You know it's true ‘cause

They're responsible citizens and would they lie to you?

It's what the papers say

You know it's right

It's down there written in black and white for you

It's what the papers say

You know it's true ‘cause

They're the pillars of society and would they lie to you?

It's what the.

 


 

B03.05 Life Goes On

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Even though I think of you

Life goes on

I keep your photograph in my attaché

Your eyes seem to follow me from day to day

I make the curtains sing and dance in my room

I'm sure I see your smile and smell your sweet perfume

And

Sometimes your face is in everything I see

Forever with me

And

Sometimes our love is more than just a memory

And even though i think of you

Life goes on

My heart keeps me awake as loud as it beats

I'm sure I feel your skin between the warm silk sheets

And

Sometimes your face is in everything I see

Forever with me

And sometimes our love is more than just a memory

And even though i think of you

Life goes on

When I'm awake or am sleeping

When I got things to do

Why does everything i see remind me of (you?)

(You) swept the broken years away

Just like a brand new broom.

And there was only you there in (the room)

(The room) grows hazy and the people grow loud

I'm sure I hear your voice above the madding crowd

And

Sometimes your face is in everything I see

Forever with me

And

Sometimes your face is in everything I see

Forever with me

And

Sometimes our love is more than just a memory

And even though i think of you

Life goes on

Life goes on

Life goes on

Life goes on

Life goes on

 


 

B03.06 Running Scared

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Neon glistens and shadows wave

Who knows whether we're stupid or brave

And they say we are

Oh we are running scared

No use fighting in the name of pride

When there probably isn't any place to hide

And the two of us

Two of us running scared

They're fakin' their peace and makin' their tracks

They’re watching you, watching them, watching your backs

And they know we are

Oh we are running scared

Running scared

From hearsay and hate

Fatality and fate

St Peter's pearly gate

On the run (Running scared)

To merciful release

Where paranoias cease

And an everlasting peace is not a gun

Running scared

From hearsay and hate

Fatality and fate

St Peter's pearly gate

On the run (Running scared)

To merciful release

Where paranoias cease

And an everlasting peace is not a gun

We could be pushing it much too far

Well, maybe we, maybe, just maybe we are

And the both of us

Both of us running scared

Excuse me officer, don't you know

That this is the place where you people don't go

That’s we are

Here we are running scared

Running scared

From hearsay and hate

Fatality and fate

St Peter's pearly gate

On the run (Running scared)

To merciful release

Where paranoias cease

And an everlasting peace is not a gun

Running, running, running, running, running

Running scared

Running

Running, running, running, running, running

Running scared

Running, running, running, running, running

Running scared

Running, running, running, running, running

Running scared

Running, running, running…

 


 

B03.07 James Cagney

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

I saw him down at the drive-in Saturday

A forty five to blow away anyone who happens to disagree

Oh, with such panache and style, he wins the game

When all the while

I'm sitting here thinking that it could be me

Suddenly, in walks a criminologist

With too much knowledge to resist and plenty of answers

For the good at heart

Oh, no fear, no pain, no sweat, the teardrop on the serviette,

Oh I could be a hero if I was that smart

Silver cloud, silver tongue on a liver screen

With the sweetest of the sweet and meanest of the mean

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

Back to the movies where

The lady, beset by his charms, falls faintly in the lovers arms

The fate of every watching woman in his hands

After the earth moves, mustn't dwell

Our hero bids a fond farewell

Upon his trusty camel 'cross the desert sands

With the bad guys in a fix and the ladies in a spin

Where does fantasy end and reality begin?

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

When you take up the sword and you fight the good fight

With your ego in the red and your dreams in black and white

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

Talk tougher than James Cagney

Act smarter than Charlie Chan

Love longer than Valentino

Or you never will be a man

 


 

B03.08 Don't Let Me Out Of My Cage

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

I wouldn't if I were you (Thank god we're not)

My finger shoots straight and true (That shows a lot)

Just try it on if you dare (So tough so free)

My shoulder has chips to spare  (Save one for me)

Whenever these bars close before me

I'll tear them down with one fit of temper

It's hot head, hot groove, don't look, don't move

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

(Somebody), gone took my space (Too bad, too true)

They’d better not show their face (What will you do?)

Whatever their name may be (Who dares, who dares?)

Nobody does that to me (Who cares, who cares?)

Whenever these four walls close me in

I'll knock them down with one flick of my wrist

It's so mean, so cute, don't scream, don't shoot

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

I'm counting from one to ten (One two, one two)

No telling what happens then (It's up to you)

Well, it could be love or it could be war

(What will you choose?)

It depends what I want to get out of my cage for

(Choose war, you lose)

Whenever the roof falls down on me

I'll come right through with one beat of my heart

It's you win, you bet, don't cry, don't fret

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

(Too bad, too true)

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

(What will you do?)

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

(Who dares? Who dares?)

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might thrill somebody

(Who cares? Who cares?)

Don’t let me out… Don’t let me out of my cage

(Too bad, too true)

‘Cause I might, ‘cause I might, ‘cause I might kill somebody

(What will you do?)

Don't let me out of my cage ‘cause I might thrill somebody

(Who dares? Who dares?)

Don’t let me out… Don’t let me out….

(Who cares? Who cares?)

Don't let me out of my cage boy ‘cause I might kill somebody

(Too bad, too true)

Don't let me out of my cage ‘cause I might kill somebody

 


 

B03.09 When A Heart Beats

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Halfway to paradise

Or so it seems that way

Same as anyone

The same as any other day

We seek eternity

In all the things we buy

Not top priority

But it sure figures very high

Who steals the real world

Fooling us all as we go

And who gets to heaven

Heaven only knows

When a heart beats, you can see forever

When our time sleeps, you can be forever

Be forever

Meanwhile in cuckoo land

A most delightful place

We look no further than

The nose in front of our face

No wood anywhere

We can only see trees

Last train for

Material refugees

When a heart beats, you can see forever

When our time sleeps, you can be forever

When a heart beats, you can see forever

When our time sleeps, you can be forever

Be forever

Don't concern yourself (don’t concern yourself)

With matters past and future

Just put your mind to where they meet

But when a heart beats

Fooling us all as we go

Who gets to Heaven

Heaven knows

When a heart beats, you can see forever

When a heart beats, you can be forever

Be forever

Be forever

Be forever

Oh…Be forever

Be forever

(Heart beats… Heart beats…)

Be forever

(Heart beats… Heart beats…)

Be forever

Be forever

(Heart beats… Heart beats…)

(When a heart beats)

 


 

B03.10 Violet To Blue

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

Shades of all shades

Every shape and size

Promised parties in the air

Danced before her eyes

But where did love go

And where were you

On the day they turned violet to blue

Friends of all friends

Friends that came and went

Some did care

Some did not

Subway residents

But what did you feel

What did you do

On the day they turned violet to blue

On the day they turned violet to blue

Can't stop, don't start

Warm hand, cool heart

Please hear my call

Out cold, in deep

No sense, no sleep at all

So before you go

Kinds of all kinds

Glittering like gold

Selling for the highest bid

Keeping out the cold

And did the angels

Call by for you

On the day they turned violet to blue

On the day they turned violet to blue

Oh, no, no…

On the day they turned violet to blue

Can't stop (can’t stop), don't start

Warm hand, cool heart

Please hear my call

Out cold, in deep

No sense, no sleep at all

Can't stop, don't start

Warm hand, cool heart

Please hear my call

Out cold, in deep

No sense, no sleep at all

Can't stop, don't start

Warm hand, cool heart

Please hear my call

Out cold, in deep

No sense, no sleep at all

Can't stop, don't start (don’t start)

Warm hand (warm hand), cool heart

Please hear my call

Out cold, in deep (in deep)

No sense (no sense), no sleep at all

Can't stop, don't start

Warm hand, cool heart

Please hear my call

Out cold, in deep

No sense, no sleep at all

Can't stop, don't start

 


 

B03.11 One Of Our Fruit Machines Is Missing

 

Written by Nik Kershaw

 


 

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