Release Date: 1985
Label: Passport
Catalog Number: PB 6044
I could be jealous and grasping with greed I could pretend that I want something I don't need These are the things that go through my head But then, I could be an angel disguised as a man I could be the sun that shines in the midnight land If you would only stand in my corner Give that advantage to me Don't you feel something? You know what I'm thinking but I can't set it free We must Play this game, take the prize But not before you realize That win or lose, it's all the same Then maybe we can play this game I can't remember the reason I'm here Sometimes it seems like it's all out of habit or fear Sometimes I wish I could just go to sleep But then, I'll have a dream with a beautiful end I'll wake up and feel alive, then I'm off again If I could only keep your connection Give me whatever remains Then I might win you total liberation But I can't break these chains We must Play this game Let's pretend that we could never reach the end For it would be a crying shame If we can't learn to play this game Stand in my corner Give that advantage to me Stand in my corner Pull down a message with me The answer that evades our brains We only think we're wearing chains
Style must not be underrated Style is often overlooked Style is never in the papers I read it like an open book Style If you can't see the substance Style shows how it's organized Style is looking for your money It's in the way you paint your eyes There is always a way A way things are done I've been learning my ABC's I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in Style is a naked look Underneath your style Style of a different place Talking through your style Even the way you hide it Reveals the thing you hide Your style may never cause a riot It's still a style to have no style There is always a way To light up a lamp It's been a crazy year all around The check never came I can't let it cramp my Style is a world for sale You can't buy this style Style that you can't resist You won't cramp my style
When you cry I know you've got a good reason to cry If you can't come I know it's not just an alibi Now I hear things that are better kept under the hat Who backs it up? Look at your hand, you can count on that When you talk, it's hard to disagree And when you dance, you're talking to me When you stand, you stand for something Stand for something They can't dim your flame When you stand, you stand for something Stand for something They can't bend your stream Here I stand Outside the world of politica I would not lose that For all the gold in South Africa What you wear did not come easy What you hear sounds different to me When you stand, you're standing next to me You put your foot down every day Make sure you bring it down on the up beat So walk away those feet of clay We are fighting and dancing in the street
When we were young they would break our hearts You and I had to go undercover We knew in time we would be pulled apart We found a way we could hold on to each other Gave our souls to another world Sealed in blood with a sacred vow Now we've forgotten but beneath all this A part of you and me is still there now Go on and sing Go on and dance It'll all come back if you just give it a chance Don't you remember me? We had a secret society Refresh your memory We were the secret society I never see you in the waking world We make an effort to avoid each other But every night we penetrate the veil Where everybody acts like sister and brother You never speak the words in broad daylight They're much too delicate and too naive But everybody's been a witness sometime It doesn't change it if you don't believe So go on and sing Go on and dance Someday soon you'll hear that little bell ring And you'll remember me We have a secret society Not just a memory We are the secret society You've got to come with me You're in the secret society Until eternity We are the secret society (It's no secret)
You're always finding out About the things that people never talk about I didn't ask to know But now I'm compensating as I go I know the script I'm in I'm only thoughts of heaven trapped in flesh and skin And from the world of men I try to tighten up the code again And the code is a play A play is a song A song is a film A film is a dance Boot me up on the Zen Machine Log me onto the Zen Machine Load me down Everybody get ready Hook me into the Zen Machine Sharing time on the Zen Machine Load me up Everybody get ready Sometimes it's clear to me Then for a moment I'm in timeless ecstasy There are no reasons why And everyone's a passer-by But when they've gone to bed A fire's burning on the screen and in my head And on a windy day You can smell it from a mile away And the smell is a note A note is a taste A taste is a hue A hue is a touch
Everyone asks Are we some kind of lovers? Everyone asks what you're doing with me I know this is not what they want They're afraid you've been blinded But I already know how it's going to be If anyone should ask Say we're mated For as long as this life lasts We are mated Why else would you be here right now And you know we'll still be here tomorrow Nobody else understands what I'm doing Nobody else makes me act in this way And because they can't comprehend What we mean to each other They won't leave you alone So you know what to say I hold you in my heart 'Cause we're mated In a very special part We are mated Why else would I be here right now And you know I'll still be here tomorrow I see things far ahead, maybe light Maybe beautiful children I don't have words I'm thinking of But it's way beyond what they call love
Mommy told me she has everything I want Mommy told me that I should not worry 'bout nothing else Mommy told me that I can't do what I want Mommy told me But she's only thinking about herself Can't think about nothing else I'm thinking about myself Time to leave and it's just as well 'Cause I can't help thinking there's something else Wildlife So I told he that I must have something more than she offered And she should not worry about my health I'm a big boy, not her little boy no more I'm a big boy and I must learn how to protect myself Hold my own when they give me hell She can worry about herself Tiny eagles must leave their nest Wild horses withstand the test Old lovers become estranged Little boys who can't help but change Could be nothing but who can tell?
I'll never grow up, I won't try I can live with that, don't ask why I am resigned that this is me If I can take it, why can't she? I am bad at my best, but she will not accept that I can't get away with things I might regret She makes me get started when nothing's ever through And I do the best that I can do but Mimi gets mad when I make her wait Mimi gets mad when I phone too late But then Mimi gets sad if I hurt myself Can't say that about nobody else Someone should tell her honestly She is a fool to count on me I swore there would be no delay I should have been here yesterday So I sneak in the door and there she is again She could squeeze off a shot just as soon as look at me She don't say a word and every word is true And if that's the best that I can do then Mimi gets mad every time I'm wrong Mimi gets mad when I sleep too long But then Mimi gets glad when I do my share See no smile but I know it's there There must be a dozen other boys She could give her anger to I'm the only one, it doesn't matter what I do It's not very pretty but it's absolutely true That I'm still the best that she can do so Mimi gets mad
I'm sitting here looking at your picture I see a light all around your head You got a green I ain't never seen And what a strange shade of red And everything is turning inside out And something gets ahold of me And turns me inside out There is a place where the others go You can forget everything you know But every night is the same to me Lying awake and longing to be Mystified Cannot help myself Mystified Could not stop myself You got a wishing well in your eye The surface starts to ripple Pardon me, what might your entendre be? I'm seeing double, sometimes triple Every thought wears a thin disguise It's not a thing that I can verbalize But if you knew what I was looking for You'd get off your ass and walk out that door Mystified Last night I was laying down sleeping You know I was dreaming all to myself In the evening, darling when the sun goes down Whoa! You know it's mighty hard to tell Tell me what more can a good man do? You hold the world hostage in your mind Standards and practices are well defined But if you choose to walk a different road Hold onto your hat, your head might explode Mystified
I think the last time I was warm was in my mother Now I'm listening in the darkness but there's nothing on the wire I'm locked inside the refrigerator So while I sit and shiver I rub the sticks together And if it takes forever I will find my way back to the fire Heat is not enough More light Love is strong enough More light Faith is not enough More light Everybody must be touched I think that we don't need another great communicator And there's a million extended mixers we are ready to retire We all face obsolescence sooner or later So while we sit and shiver We rub the sticks together And if it takes forever we will find our way back to the fire
You got all the time in the world You count the minutes like beads on a string Open the floor for a little debate While you sit and watch the rug unravelling You got a message from the weather man You're looking for a thumb when there's a hole to fill Who bites the bullet? Man of action will Call me. Have gun. Will travel. Think about it, ponder on that If you can't make that move, man of action will Think about it, ponder on this With a fist or a kiss I'll put your dreams in action Pressure's building up and down the line You see the difference in the smallest thing Put a new tape in your message machine Hit the shelters 'til you see what change will bring Sometimes justice seems a fragile thing You paralyze it with a lack of will Trade in your karma Man of action will Call the avenging angel Think about it, ponder on this If you can't make that move, man of action will Think about it, ponder on that Time to cut through the fat I am your first reaction Someone's got to push it on Someone's got to shake it on Someone's got to take it on Man of action will
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