TEKSTY

    TUBEWAY ARMY

    

    Listen To The Sirens

Flow my tears; the new police song
The slogan of peace is;you must live
They've got me and I'm one of them

Cancel: silence they screamed for days
We've been here before, we won't stay
They can die, they can just turn off

Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don't mind
I don't mind

Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won't ever call again

Mister Webb there is no way out
Love this room, please don't fight your walls
Can you see I'm wasting your time

A streetcar's rusting unseen
Music hall's empty like me
But I don't care
I don't care

Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won't ever call again

If I could stay here for now
With someone just a bit like you
Oh, no
Maybe I would dream again
Of someone just a bit like you
S'pose so

Station boys keep their hands on steel
Tubeway days now seem quite unreal
It's always so close but never quite arrives

My face is like an old film, shaky
There's nothing through my window, oh my
No photo by my bedside, black/white
No image in my mirror, bye bye

 

    My Shadow In Vain

Stroll to the cafe
My God how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies

I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine

So I hang from the ceiling
Or I sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares

Faces at random
I quote people I knew
I'd love to be like me
If I could feel like you

Here am I, more roche five than pain
Here am I, just me and my walls to blame
Here am I, I really don't feel quite sane
Here am I, still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door I only think in black and white
I'll even try to look ashamed

Moving out of central
Somebody knows me well
Says he'll spill the whole story
He may be lying I can't tell

Meet me inside
I'll keep my head to the floor
And one hand on the handle
Of the mad/sane door

Here am I, more roche five than pain
Here am I, just me and my walls to blame
Here am I, I really don't feel quite sane
Here am I, still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door I only think in black and white
I'll even try to look ashamed

My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain...

 

    The Life Machine

Me I've just died
But some machine keeps on humming
I'm just an extra piece of dead meat to keep running
Why won't you let me die in peace?
Why won't you let me die with some kind of honour?
Why won't you let me die at all?
I know
You've got your principles

My body lies immobile
I left it days ago
And me I watch from somewhere as the loved ones come and go
I see them glancing at the switch
I hear them whispering maybe it's better that way
I see the love turn into feelings
I know
Aren't quite the same

I see the men of learning
Pacing to and fro
But how can I expect the sane to ever know?
I'd rather die than have no mind
I know my brain is gone damaged beyond repair
I see an empty shell below me
I know
I've had my time

 

    Friends

See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that kind
I've got the time if you've got the money
Mister you'll be pleased you'll see
We'll meet by the tubeway as the screamer cries eleven
And you can have your way with me
You're gonna make me feel so cold

See my one love talking to the pretty boy
I never did like her taste
My skin is rubber on a skeletal body
I'm physically going to waste
Feel my eyes and the tongue of a killer
I'm a humanoid logic machine
Don't touch me with your painted little fingers
'Cos I know where they've been
You're not gonna put those scabs on me

I must hide from a thousand grinning faces
All sucking from my crazy mind
Take a ride out in my imagery of ages
And heaven knows what you will find
I've no time for the chitter-chatter ladies
I'm so busy trying to break this wall
Hear my words 'cos emotion now is leaving
You see I'm really not a human at all
And I don't think I wanna stay

 

    Something's In The House

Memories lost in faded films of my life
And a friend that used to be something special to me
Red wine and good times if you don't feel at all
There is no point in going on tonight

Something's in the house something's on the stairs
War's in the air
The queer is out of order and me i'm on the ground
But that's no place to be

Jack Burroughs says what you doing
Oh me, I'm going home
Oh what a shame
Nothing has changed and nothing is new these days

 

    Everyday I Die

The problems of need
I need you
Obscene dreams in
Rusty beds
No one came here
Tonight
I pulled on me
I need to

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die

Her favorite trick
Was to suck me inside
Oh so very
Art nouveau
Completely false
Feelings of love I don't
No one knows, but that died
Years ago

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die

 

    Steel And You

It's so quiet and dark
And I shouldn't be here
This machine won't last
For always

Just my steel friend and me
I stand brave by his side
This machine is all
I live for

I can see in your eyes
You're not so sure about me
This machine is my voice
Please listen

It's so noisy and bright
And I just love being here
This machine will last
For my life

 

    My Love Is A Liquid

Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Don't you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Don't you think she sounds just like me?

You have friends and we have reasons
I can't meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else
Did you know that my love is a liquid?
I could talk to me for years
I can't speak to you at all
Did you know that friends come in boxes?

You have friends and we have reasons
I can't meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

Save your money buy a tube
Let your body flow inside
Watch it grow before your eyes
Watch it grow before your eyes

You have friends and we have reasons
I can't meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

 

    Are You Real?

No one's alive
You could almost be me
What do you mean
Oh, nothing, nothing at all
Room 8 top floor
I've seen this man before
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Cold metal voice
Of no one's friend it could be mine
My reflection
Is no longer me at all
Am I a fake
Of the man and are you of me
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Relax in a backroom
Oh me oh my oh wouldn't you
I know your face
Your connection is broken, boy
Nothing is new
Remember? I've got no time
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Real?
Real?
Real?

 

    The Dream Police

The dream police
Slogan: What is on your mind?
The airwave boys
Junkies won't get radio time
The purist league
White trenchcoats in pre-war style
The aging queens
Mister won't you stay a while?

In death row with Harlow
And others like you
I point my finger of hate
At your picture and love you and love you
The radio is talking 
Is it you or me?
I must admit 
It's far too late to dial police

What is your name?
We are the end of the line
Her eyes went out 
Dreaming overdose on time
Hey you old grey eyes
Don't practice dying for real
The only one
September she knows I can feel

 

    Jo The Waiter

Jo the waiter worked for me
Serving wine in basement bars
Only madmen ever stay, got no time
If you're mindless please take mine

Jo the waiter held me close
Behind the door marked `gentlemen'
Just for now that's all I need
Won't someone call me `friend'?

Long gone, I recall good times
I must confess, I cried

We burned out and the line went dead
At six o'clock I felt so alone
I crawled inside, where else to go?
I could be dead for all you know

Everyday I died for you
Valium boys with painted eyes
Young men need love special
I don't think I want it at all

Long gone, I recall good times
I must confess, I cried

Me, I've retired to a back street flat
Picture `eyes in a cold steel frame'
The freaks arrive, broken needles and blood
What you on, man, to get those eyes?

It's very touching, I'm so close to me
False smiles I've rehearsed for days
Come inside, you won't know I'm wrong
Give me your heart, I'm so quickly gone

 

    Zero Bars (Mr. Smith)

My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out

Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
In zero bars
Even time no longer seems willing to try

Please look around
Empty faces that never quite die
Don't be surprised
Their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes

Nothing is real
If you break down and cry they won't even stare
Nobody feels
It's far too risky to admit that you care

My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out