If we are playing dueling lyrics......

[khashka]

(he’s here! he’s here!
He’s here! he’s here!)
I hear him, before I go to sleep
And focus on the day that’s been.
I realise he’s there,
When I turn the light off and turn over.
Nobody knows about my man.
They think he’s lost on some horizon.
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I’ve never known before,
Telling me about the sea,
All his love, ’til eternity.
Ooh, he’s here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
Ooh, he’s here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
He’s very understanding,
And he’s so aware of all my situations.
And when I stay up late,
He’s always waiting, but I feel him hesitate.
Oh, I’m so worried about my love.
They say, no, no, it won’t last forever.
And here I am again, my girl,
Wondering what on earth I’m doing here.
Maybe he doesn’t love me.
I just took a trip on my love for him.
Ooh, he’s here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
Ooh, he’s here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.

Khash.

[RetroLounge]

1. Back at you...

I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release

Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.

I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you

Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.

When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else's pocket then make a slip.
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo pool.
I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin' to stay hip.
I'm thinkin' of you you're out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.

Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don't despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But it's gone from your eyes
I'd better realise

Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it's getting worse.

:cry:

RL

[Call Me Wesley]

2. :)

Mmh, yes,

Then I’d taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth
Going deep south, go down, mmh, yes,
Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies
Off of howth head and into the flesh, mmh, yes,

He said I was a flower of the mountain, yes,
But now I’ve powers o’er a woman’s body, yes.

Stepping out of the page into the sensual world.
Stepping out...

To where the water and the earth caress
And the down of a peach says mmh, yes,
Do I look for those millionaires
Like a machiavellian girl would
When I could wear a sunset? mmh, yes,

And how we’d wished to live in the sensual world
You don’t need words--just one kiss, then another.

Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual world.

And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh, yes,
And then he whispered would i, mmh, yes,
Be safe, mmh, yes, from mountain flowers?
And at first with the charm around him, mmh, yes,
He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts
He’d rescue it, mmh, yes,
And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes,
I said, mmh, yes,
But not yet, mmh, yes,
Mmh, yes.

Kate Bush, Sensual World

[khashka]

3. I knew there was a reason I loved Wesley!

So how about this?




We went up to the top of the highest hill
And stopped
Still

It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful

This is where the shadows come to play
‘Twixt the day
And night
Dancing and skipping
Along a chink of light

Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in a dream between
Sleep and waking up
Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in
Like twilight is neither night nor morning

Not one of us would dare to break
The silence
Oh how we have longed
For something that would
Make us feel so…

Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
The night and the daylight
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say

Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in

Khash.

[Call Me Wesley]

4. Heh!

Still have her even on vinyl! ;)

[khashka]

5. As do I

I've still got the ones where she scrattched messages into the first few vinyl pressings.


Cool, huh?

Khash.

[Call Me Wesley]

6. Pretty cool.

I don't think I have these. Where are the scratchings?

[khashka]

7. Back in the olden days

She used to scratch messages in that bare bit of vinyl between the last track and the hole in the middle of the album. She became notorious for it although she only did it on the first hundred or so pressings of her albums and singles.

So each one is different and hand made. It was her way of telling her fans that the inevitable connection that is felt by listening to someone's music was returned.

Khash.

[Call Me Wesley]

8. I'm sure there's nothing on mine,

but I'm also sure to never have looked there. I'll check tomorrow and let you know. But I probably have some German pressings ... :(

[alarcojon]

9. Sup!

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

Hans plays with Lotte
Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willy
Willy is happy again
Suki plays with Leo
Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire
Enrico plays with it

Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
Games without frontiers
War without tears

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag
Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes
Playing silly games
Hiding out in treetops
Shouting out rude names

Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers
Wars without tears
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
Games without frontiers
War without tears

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

[no name no slogan]

10. heads up

"Is It Any Wonder" by the Chameleons (UK)

On the surface he seems sensible
But underneath the logic is crazy
Like a cat that walks with cruelty
Or a dog that always bites for no reason
I could feel the madness there
But I couldn't see the streets for the houses
And all the lies and fantasies
Were suddenly malicious and dangerous

With every passing day you put me through
What have I done to you?
Is it any wonder that I never close my eyes?

Sisters of normality
Collapse into convulsions of laughter
Knuckle walking animals
Are swaggering and spilling their anger
And they're almost walking upright
As they try to ape the madmen around them
But the slightest, kindest hint of love
Leaves them naked snorting like horses

If that's what's waiting for me on the ground,
I hope I never come down
Is it any wonder that I never close my eyes?

Here in this lullaby
We'll leave them all behind
Thoughtlessly wasting time
We'll be gone in the blink of an eye

Is this really where the story ends
For all those so called friends
Is it any wonder that they think I've lost my mind

If that's what they think then fine
We'll leave them all behind

Is it any wonder?

We'll leave them all behind
Hearing these words of mine

[bridgit]

11. this is fun...

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs
spray paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain about
a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
(yo cut it)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor i'm a loser baby,so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
the daytime crap with the folksinger slop
he hung himself with a guitar string
slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax
fallin' on a termite who's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel
it)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?

(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

[khashka]

12. You raise me twenty, I'm raising you five

To you it's another day
to me it's a grim reaping
just another shooting star
strung out on your wire

prick my finger
on his virgin silver
he took me raw, Ginger -
it carmelized me

Tombigbee, Tombigbee
help me hang these bones
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
gonna hang these bones out to dry
dry, dry, dry

oh, you do it, man

Got a blackberry stain
and they're not even in season
if you're not yet a woman
you got no business playing at this

Tombigbee, Tombigbee
help me hang these bones
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
gonna hang these bones out to dry
dry, dry, dry

oh, you do it, man

so you get done
then you get some
sure enough, it won't hold you for long
then you say "right.
this is all mine"
but hasn't your donor card expired
from Blueridge to Cattail
on the prairie
from fly over country
back through Mississippi

I said go, man you go
well you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five
hundred treaties signed by your father's lies

just go man, you go
cause I'm trailing her tears
the ones you won't hold
you roll me a carpet
roll me a carpet, boy
roll me a carpet from here to Oklahoma

Tombigbee, Tombigbee
help me hang this bone
gotta hang these bones out to dry
he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
gonna hang these bones out to dry
to dry, dry, dry

Khash.