Thomas DOLBY

One more young writer slid away in the night
Over the border he will drown in light
Hold it -- wait a minute
I can't read my writing, my own writing!
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect in a cloud of mystery
My writing is an iron fist
In a glove full of vaseline
But dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too become a dissident
"Когда человек родится - он слаб и гибок
Когда человек умирает - он крепок и чёрств
Когда дерево растёт - оно нежно и гибко
А когда оно сухо и жестко - оно умирает..."

Courting disaster we ran in the night
Wings of an angel torn in flight
Check it -- verify it
It's all here in writing, down in writing!
At the hands of the press
And in the eyes of the government
I fell from grace
I too became a dissident
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect and an early end to this story
My writing is an iron fist
In a glove full of vaseline
But dip the fuse in the kerosene br>I too become a dissident

2. The Flat Earth

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Friends have often asked me why
I'm sensitive about my height
I just turn around and say
well, I used to be immune
all my life I have waited
to be given any word
and it was screaming to be head
please remember...
the Earth can be any shape you want it
any shape at all
dark and cold or bright and warm
long or thing or small
but it's home and all I ever had
and maybe why for me the Earth is flat

Then when they spill the demon seed
turn and face into the wind
all along you still believed
you believed you were immune
and if love is all you're missing
look into your heart
is anybody home?
please remember...
the Earth can be any shape you want it
any in the world
but don't you point that raygun at me
I might just explode
there are stones buried in your soul
and only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll
and in time you'll come to understand
this flat old Earth is in your gentle hands.

3. Screen Kiss

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Miller time at the bar where all the English meet
She used to drink in the hills
only now she drinks in the valleys
where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue, or so it seems
a Croydon girl could really hope to find a home
but with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from
you begin to see the value of your freedom...
The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood
deer look down from the hills
it's three o'clock in the morning
pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer boys
crying out mummy won't come out of the bathroom
and you'd hoped he'd say he's sorry if he hit you
but he's buried in the screenplay of his feature

Screen kiss, one screen kiss
straight from a film I forget who was in
screen kiss, one screen kiss
blue filter lens in a pool of vaseline
but all the rushes look the same
only there's a movie I wouldn't pay to see again
if it's the one with him in

You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors
hold to me and we'll climb
you could sneak out while he's sleeping
suicide in the hills above old Hollywood
is never going to change the world
never change it overnight
any more than the invention of the six-gun
any more than the discovery of Radium
or California tipping in the ocean

4. White City

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Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sold inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
From his dreams of china mountains
From from the clatter of these autobanks that keep chucking up money
It turned into the kind of joke that Keith feels isn't that funny
White City
White City
Keith talked in alphanumerals
Keith talked in alphanumerals
Keith built a drug cathedral
Shape of an octahedron
Where he could hide from young Orwellians who would trample their brothers!
A thin white powder film on everything but soot is the colour of
The White City
White City
White City

So -- are you happy
With this vision you've created
Should have known you'd never rest
Till we're all incinerated
And you know you are the best

5. Mulu The Rain Forest ( 7" version )

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If I'm not sleeping
It's because I'm frightened
Of what I might find
Behind the curtain
There is a signal
There is a warning
I will not heed them
Until I hear the morning dew
That trickles down my window
Mulu -- the people of the rain forest
Believe in dreamtime
Real time inverted
Along a faultline
Below the surface
There is a sequence
There is a reason
For all the nightmares
All this mayhem
Mulu -- the changes came before he knew --
The keeper of the rain forest... Talk to me Mulu Speak to me Mulu Walk with me Mulu Reach for me Mulu Mulu -- the waters came before he know the prisoner of the rain forest

6. I Scare Myself

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I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you
I scare myself the moment that you're going
I scare myself when I let my thoughts run
and when they're running
I keep thinking of you
and when they're running
what can I do?

I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly
I scare myself, it can get frightening
I scare myself, to think what I could do
I scare myself -- it's some kind of voodoo...
and with that voodoo
I keep thinking of you
and with that voodoo
what can I do?

but it's so so very different when we're together
and I'm so so much calmer; I feel better
'cause the stars already crossed our paths forever
and the sooner that you realise it the better
and then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself
and I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself
and my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself
and I'll think of you and I won't scare myself

7. Hyperactive!

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At the tender age of three
I was hooked to a machine
just to keep my mouth from spouting junk
they must have took me for a fool
when they put me in a school
'cause the teacher knew I had the funk
but tonight I'm on the edge --
better shut me in the fridge
'cause I'm burning up
with the vision in my brain
and the music in my veins
and the dirty rhythm in my blood
they are messing with my heart
and they're messing with my heart
they are messing with my heart
and they're messing with my --
ripping me apart!
hyperactive when I was small
hyperactive now I'm grown
hyperactive and the night is young
semaphore out on the floor
messages from outer space
deep heat for the feet
the rhythm of your heartbeat
'cause the music of the street,
it isn't any rapattack
I can reach into your homes
like an itch in your headphones
you can't turn it up
I'm the shape in your back room
I'm the breather on the phone
and I'm burning up
but there's one thing I must say
before they lock me up again ---
you'd be safer at the back
when I'm having an attack !
hyperactive when I was small
hyperactive now I'm tall
hyperactive as the day is long
hyperactive in my bones
hyperactive in your phones
hyperactive and the night is young
hyperactive when I was small
hyperactive now I'm grown
hyperactive till I'm dead and gone
stand up hyperactivate !
get up hyperactivate !
wise up hyperactivate !
stand up hyperactivate !
Europe hyperactivate !
South Bronx hyperactivate !
London hyperactivate !

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