Mama take this badge off me
´cos i can´t use it anymore.
It´s gettin´ dark too dark to see
I feel like I´m knockin´ on heaven´s door.
Knock,knock,knockin´ on heavens door
Mama,put my guns in the ground
´cos i cant´t shoot them anymore.
That long dark cloud is commin´ down
I feel like I´m knockin´ on heaven´s door.
Knock,knock,knockin´ on heavens door
02
too much rope
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at your compananions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but i think I´ll wait for the F 50
You don´t have to be Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn my eyes
Moslem or Christian,Mullah or Pope
Precher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they´ll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating ´round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier´s eyes
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tear jerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It´s only two humans begin
It´s only two humans begin
Tears burn in my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tear jerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don´t have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn my eyes
Moslem or Christian,Mullah or Pope
Precher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they´ll fuck it up
Give any one species too much rope
And they´ll fuck it up
03
the tide is turning (after live aid)
I used to think the world is flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt i had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little
ones burning
But ooh,the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing throught the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and the world title fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest,who is the best
Who holds the aces,the East,or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But ooh,the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Ooh,the tide is turning
Now the satelite´s confused
´Cos on saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Ooh,the tide is turning
Ooh,the tide is turning
Tide is turning Billy
I´m not saying that the battle is won
But on saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology´s sword from the hand of the
War Lords
Ooh,the tide is turning
Tide is turning Sylvester
The tide is turning
04
perfect sense,part I
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he started at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains of Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at stars
And he thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There´s an onuce of gold
And an onuce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey´s confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do i have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don´t make us laugh
You´re a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory´s a stranger
History´s for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And send him back in search of
The garden of Eden
perfect sense,part II
Can´t you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds schillings and pence
Can´t you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I´m Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It´s a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem
Can´t you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds schillings and pence
Can´t you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As i speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he´s going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that´s less tax Marv yeah less tax
Uh thank you Emery you´re welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don´t think so
Can´t you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds schillings and pence
Can´t you see
It all makes perfect sense
05
three wishes
Reached back fort the bottle
And rubbed against the lamp
Genie came out smiling
Like some Eastern tramp
He said hey boy what´s happening
What is going on
You can have three wishes
If you don´t take too long
I said well
I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon
Wish somebody´d help me write this song
And i wish when i was young
My old man had not been gone
Genie said consider it done
There´s something in the air
And you don´t know what it is
You see someone through a window
Who you´ve just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You´ve used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Bring her home
Genie said I´m sorry
But that´s the way it goes
Where the hell´s lamp sucker
It´s time for me to go
Bye
There´s something in the air
And you don´t know what is it
You see someone through a window
Who you´ve just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You´ve used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
06
5.06 am (every stranger´s eyes)
In a truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent-backs In sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libaries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal calvary attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger´s eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the China seas
In transit camps,under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger´s eyes
And now from where I stand
Upon this hill I plundered from the pool
I look around,I search the skies
I shade my eyes,so nearly blind
And i see signs of half remebered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It´s oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes It´s obvious
How to beat the tears
That theaten to snuff out
The spark of our love
07
who needs information
Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun
Supping ale in the moonlight
Waiting for the dawn to come
Benny pointed at a hifi shop
He said hey man look at all the stuff they´ve got
How´d you make a have out of a have not
Who needs information
When you´re working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a milion pounds
Benny climbed up on a footbridge
And he teetered on the parapet
He said can you see the whites of their
headlights
Are they comming jet
Who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs information
When you´re living in a constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There´s some way out of here
Some way out of here
Benny hefted a breeze block
And tired to let go
Got hung up on a tear drop
So me and Benny went home
Who needs information
When you´re living in a constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There´s some way out of here
Some way out of here
Who needs information yeah
When you´re living in borrowed time
Just give me confirmation
There will be a winner this time
Who needs information when you´re working
underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs,who needs,who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds-yeah
08
each small candle
Not the tortuer will scare me
Nor the body´s final fail
Nor the barrels of death´s rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when to the ground
The last dim star of pain is hurled
But the blind indifference of a merciless
unfeeling world
Lying in the burned out shell
Of some Albanian farm
An old babushka holds a crying baby in her arms
A soldier from the other side
A man of heart and pride
Breaks ranks,lays down his rifle
To kneel by her side
He gives her water
Binds her wounds
And calms the crying child
Her touch gives absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks his way back through the broken
China of her live
And there at the curb
The samaritan Serb
Turns and waves goodbye
And each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark
And each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark
And each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark
And the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
And the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the tide rolls into great them
And the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And a billion candles burning
Light the dark side of every human mind
Each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark
09
flickering flame (new demo)
When my neurones conspire
To distract my thoughts
Away from divorce
And competitive sports
Back to the place
Where all rivers run to the sea
Then I
I shall be free
I shall be free
On a seesaw
In a strange land
The jackdaw sat
On the Cardinals hand
And the fiddlers played
And the planners planned
What would be
On a back seat
In a courtroom
Molly Malone sat with
Leopold Bloom
´Til the police came down
With a new broom
And swept them clean
Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskymo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Araphao
Like Crazy Horse
I´ll be the last one
To lay down my gun
And when the bell sounds for that final round
I´ll be there
On the open road
In a bar room
A pick up band plays a new tune
When the coloured girl sings
I feel my heart bloom
When a new song
Strikes the right note
When a clearning sky
Saves an old boat
When an insight
Strikes the mote
From mine own eye
Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskymo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Araphao
Like Crazy Horse
I´ll be the last one
To lay down my gun
Just out of sight
Beyond the next rage
I feel the heat
Of a flickering flame
On an African plain
By a thorn tree
My old friend Philippe
Is waiting for me
Que ce passe ce passe
Whatever will be
Will be
When a friend dies
And the tears rise
From that deep well
That never runs dry
And the women break their bracelets
And the men take their whisky outside
In a petit theatre
On the rue St Denis
The red velvet curtain
Draws back to reveal
The place where the dark side
Meets the angel and me
The angel in me
When my synapses pause
In their quest for applause
When my ego lets go
Of my end of the bone
To focus instead
On the love that is precious to me
Then
I shall be free
I shall be free
10
towers of faith
Ooh the lonely boys,in their towers of faith
Ooh the lonely boys locked in their towers
of faith
The prophet reclined on the Golan Heights
He said this land is my land to the Shi-ites
Jehovah looked up from the sea of Galilee
beneath
He said-I see you,you thief
This land is my land,this sand is my sand
This band is my band-oh the lonely boys
Looking over their shoulder
Checking out every boulder in the park
When the gates have closed after dark
Then the Pope rolled up in his armoured van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something that i did not undrestand
It was in Polish
Then up stepped an aide
He said,I will translate
Here´s what His Holiness said:
I am the chief Jesuit,
This land is Jesus´ land
And that is all that there is to it
And in New York City,the business man in his
mohair suit
In the World Trade Center
Puffs on his cheroot and he says
I don´t care who owns the desert sands
My brief is with the hydro-carbons underneath
And the sea of battle rages around the
ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers
of faith
Walk nervous in the park
When the gates are closed after dark
11
radio waves
Radio waves,radio waves,
He hears radio waves,radio waves
The atmosphere is thin and cold
The yellow sun is getting old
The ozone overflows,with radio waves
AM,FM,weather and news
Our leaders had a frank exchange of views
Are you confused,radio waves
Radio waves,radio waves
AM radio waves,FM radio waves
Radio waves,mind-numbing radio waves
Fish-stunning radio waves
Radio waves
Magic Billy in his wheel chair
Is picking up all this stuff in the air
Billy is face to face with outer space
Messages from distant stars
The local police calling all cars,radio waves
Hear them radio waves,radio waves
Jesus saves radio,radio waves
Radio waves,AM radio waves,FM radio waves
All them radio waves
Radio waves,radio waves,he hears radio waves
Radio waves,radio waves,hopeful radio waves,
dopeful radio waves
Radio waves,Russian radio waves,Prusian
radio waves
Eastern radio waves,Western radio waves,
Testing radio waves,one,two,one,two
Radio waves,getting though to you
Morse code radio waves,Tobacco road
radio waves
South to Paloma radio waves,Oklahoma
City radio waves
Sitting pretty radio waves,nitty-gritty radio waves
Radio waves
12
lost boys calling (original demo)
Come hold me now
I am not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this death calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those lost boys calling
You could not speak
You were afraid
To take the risk of begin left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved
and then
You turned back up the gangway of that
steel tomb again
And in Mott Street in July
When i hear those sea birds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
The spotlight fades
The boys disband
The final notes lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling
We left them there
When they were young
The men were until the West was won
And now there´s nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishing dad
And now you never will
And in Mott Street in July
When I hear those sea birds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind