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| In March of 2002 I found a British release of "Halfnelson" and "A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing" combined, complete, on a single CD (ESM CD 877) at CDNow, but a few years later I can't find a trace of it anywhere on the Web. Fortunately, both were re-released individually in January 2006; they are available at Amazon: Halfnelson and A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing. You may also find the Sparks Compilations of interest. | |
They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in
And the Führer is alive and well in our panelled den
Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war, what a war
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word... Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine
Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made
They resent that less than the people who are German-made
Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war, what a war, some war
My word... Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word... Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and its wonderful rivers that do flow from her hills
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word, she's from Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word, she's from Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word, she's from Germany
With its splendid castles, its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and you and me!
I'm one minute older, I'm doing all right
I'll gain valuable experience with you tonight
They say my voice is going to change
It cracks like Artic ice-flows then it croaks like old-folks homes
B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, I'm the London that is dead, I'm the boy in your bed
B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, sure you've seen me before, no doubt you'll see much more
Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed
The trashman's valet, the words that you say
You've seen me before, you'll see me much more
Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV
I'm the words that you say, the words that you say
The trashman's valet and the words that you say
Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more
Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV
I'm your wallet-sized friend, your wallet-sized friend
The London that's dead, the London that's dead
Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more
Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV
B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed
B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, sure you've seen me before, no doubt you'll see much more
Adding some of this to some of that Madame Science wins again
We are now forever people, we'll outlive our will to live
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
I remember when I needed you several billion years ago
If you'll hang on just a trifle more I might need you once again
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
I am sure you will appreciate your new found leisure time
I am sure we will appreciate our new found leisure time
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Well, if you have the money I've got time
And if you know a honey I've got time
If you have the money I've got time
And if you know a honey I've got time
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more...
Girl this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect
Of course I'll pay and by the way my dear
Here comes Bob
I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends
But here comes Bob
Sometimes I will stoop to hitting two-door coupes without the frills
But that is just for casual acquaintances, for stripped-down thrills
Your car girl or mine it doesn't matter doesn't matter no
But for affairs with staying power I go after limousines
It's always nice when something big is acting as your go-between
For a group encounter I'll hit busses, mobile homes or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
It's hard to make acquaintances in our big town
Most eyes stare at nothing much at all
But here comes Bob
I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends, friends, acquaintances
Instant adulation comes to some at birth
Born to queens or corporate entities
But here comes Bob
Someday they'll put me away
I'll think back on active days
Most were worth the minor scars
Some were worth the damaged cars
And the judge will say to me
"Bob, You've got a bad means to a worthwhile end"
An end
Moon over Kentucky
Take me with you
Full moon over Kentucky
Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous
Cut your ties with this possessive mother, she'll destroy you
Cut your ties and find another one who will respect you
Moon over Kentucky
Take me with you
Full moon over Kentucky
Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous
You've been waiting for your first encounter, what a letdown
I'm just finishing my first encounter, what a letdown
Moon over Kentucky
Take me with you
Full moon over Kentucky
Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous
No interviews please, no interviews please
Life's not so free for stockyard femme fatale
Nor is my life carefree and serene
All this comes free with Angus Desire
Summer heat ebbs, romance denied
It's back to school, that good-old college try
Why don't you stay with your own kind
Let's not admire Angus Desire
(Angus in the summer waltzing with her friends)
Once I dreamed I was on a basement tape
Took in just one take
Oh Lord, we gained our world distribution by relevant means
Jazz folk-rock fusion appealed to the teens
Why don't ya please go with me underground
Where love is free and supergroups can be found
Take the plunge now deep into the earth
Where heavy sets do lurk
Oh you and I and mystery follows close at our heels
Whispering secrets and travelling concealed
Down under cities and the roots of the trees
Oh how I love you in times such as these
We shall sail off over rainbows till we spy the lands that come together
Smiles will greet us, heads will turn to meet us as we make the scene, as we would make the scene
Oh won't you please go with me underground
Oh won't you please go with me underground
Oh won't you please please
Je sais pourtant que j'dois rester
Parmis tous ces héros tués
Protegeant leur liberté de vivre dans des musées
Mais mes yeux sont fixer sur la porte
Essayer donc de m'enlever
Je voudrais voir si vous oser
Quelqu'un a entendu ma supplique
Depuis quelques heures, je vole
Mais à l'aurore elle me quitteras
Et les murs se refermeront sur moi
Il ne restera plus que le marbre froid
The tourist guide explains my aims
"This one's a monument to change."
The tourists do marvel, they touch my cold marble
But my eyes are fixed upon the door, upon the door
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
But nothing happened when I did
Nothing happened at all
I kicked it down the stairs
I threw it at the wall
Hey kid, batteries not included