L Y R I C S

Little Yellow Stars

ARCHIBALD, DIMITRI AND ME

Archibald, Dimitri and me, lying naked in the parking lot. There's snow all around, and the night sky. Dimitri says "there's shells under me heels, i'd love to hear the sea again, for the last time, for the last time". So, Archibald says "move your hands and feet, we can make angels in the snow". It starts to burn my skin, as it should do. Dimitri says "there's shells under me heels, i'd love to hear the sea again, for the last time, for the last time. The storm clouds are rolling in again, the storm clouds are rolling in again. I don't think, I don't feel. Dimitri says "my breath is growing slow, for the last time".

LITTLE YELLOW STARS

This is Gods green acre of land. And as much as you hate it, I know you'll never share it. Raise your hands. Raise your hands. I've got time for you, time enough to spare. Swing low, sweet chariot. Your politics and this beer just don't mix. So, raise your hands. Raise your hands. I've got time for you, time enough to spare.

IMPRESSIONABLE

The steam rises from the smoke stacks, as the neon signs fill the sky. They say "Jesus will save" I hope and I pray that they are right this time. I'm impressionable, feeble and slow and will the sun shine again? Oh will the sun shine again?

STROMBERG

Late last night at the Tinder Box, it felt like time had stopped, for a while. The traffic bleeds past the window and the conversation quickly runs dry. He thinks - of someone else instead, or of being safe and warm at home in bed. Then she says "If you're scared of drowning don't get out of the boat, don't get out of the boat. You will never see your home again".

THE LOOP

I, I want to get back at you. It seems the thing to do. Just to get back at you. And I, I don't want to be set out to sea never to return. So, pick up the phone and let me know. This feeling your feeling will scratch at the front of your brain. And I'll go on waiting until I am driven insane. So take me out of the loop?

THE WINE BAR REVOLUTION

I think I should remind you that you shouldn't get in my way.

WE'RE ALL GOING TO JAIL

Oh well I've been reformed, yes i've been reborn. Oh, I think I've been reformed. But i've got this sinking feeling that there's nothing to believe in - any more. But I'm not scared. When I was a small boy I think I stayed at a beach house. I used to sit in my bedroom and stare at the ocean. Flood lit by the moonlight. I'd scratch out my name on the frozen window. M-I-K-E, I'm fairly sure that was me. But I'm not scared.

PACK YOUR BAGS

Pack your bags, we'll move far away. Where the air is clean and it's safe to stay. We'll be happy there, oh so happy there. Pack Your bags we will leave this town and drive out East, where we won't be found. We'll be happy there, we'll be happy there.

Our Homes Are On The Flight Path

STRANGE

The alcohol here is expensive, I find your clientele offensive - shoveling the words they bring, and dancing to this mindless din. Take your hands from my throat, it's no joke! It's strange, the people never knowing my name, lets spill the swine and run away. The blast of things I cannot say. The strobes they send the people demented. "you spill our drinks and we'll be offended" we dance around in awkward ways, and shout so you can hear what we say...

FLIGHT PATH

And all the airports just keep on closing, the motorways are packed with trees all frozen. They say "Our homes are on the flight path, We hope and pray you do not last, We hope and pray, you do not last!" And you just keep asking, But all our smiles they are rented. Rented like you know, I hope this does not show.

IN LOCO PARENTIS

They're closing down this town, and the shipyards no longer make a sound. Through incident and accident and all kinds of coincidence, the ships have all run aground. The police cars they circle like crows, while the youths take turns to piss in the snow. Like Kamikaze pilots without the need to learn Japanese, you know they'll breed. The photograph still shows - the sunset on the snow as the floodgates begin to burst. Do you like what you've become? The pilots let out a scream to let business class know that they are keen to get their feet on terafirma as the cockpit starts to depressurise (I'm telling lies). The autopilot knows there's no place left to go as we yaw into the ground. . And business kills this town and kicks you when you're down to let you know where you stand. The photograph still shows the sunset on the snow ... Do you like what you've become?

NEW YORK

I've never been to Central Park, I hear it's cold and rather dark. The trees they don't appeal to me, you know they have no sense of history, and you can hide there in your cave afraid of the digital age. Just save our dignity - this is the second verse you see. And when you're lying on the floor with the earplugs you adore - I know you can change us, but I know that you'll blame us. And I would sell my bones to research if it got me a little respect and you, well you stand there on the overpass with the sparypaint gripped so firmly in your hand - You know I love You more. I hope that when I die there's a nice place in the sky. Where the cigarettes are free, and I have good company. I know that I'm dreaming and I just keep scheming now. And I would sell my bones to research if it got me a little respect and you, well you stand there on the overpass with the spraypaint in your hand. You used to write me letters versed in murder, you'd have thought we would have heard? With your hands across this great ocean - well, no one else will know. I just want to go home! I want to win again, win again, win again with the spraypaint gripped so firmly in my hand - you know I love you more?

SONNY BOY

Sonny Boy, well they really got the best of you. Sonny Boy, will they ever get the rest of you. With your hands caught up, in the machinery. Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, don't you change. Well I know that someone, really had it in for you. Well Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, don't you change. We watched you punch drunk in the garden oh no, no - we watched it all come true.

ON YOUR SIDE

You've got our attention, but this is what we mentioned- before. I don't need your questions. Our dyslexic friendship's a bore. You've got our attention, we are on your side, son. The underdogs have won again, does this make you cross friend? You've got our attention, I've lost my invention. The sting of this I've mentioned, but I don't really care friend. WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE, SON! WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE, SON!

NERVOUS

They're putting mobile phone antenna, on all of the church steeples. Maybe to see if God will eavesdrop on all of the folk he used to know. And we spend our time dancing in-between aircraft as they twist and fall from the sky. He said we should have known, should have known, should have known. And they've got TV stations that flood our homes with radiation. It gets so hard to breath sometimes. And it's hard to breath sometimes. You're making me nervous, is this the end of the service? And I'm sure that it's Sunday? I think that it's Sunday?

WE DON'T NEED YOU NOW

Your sarcasm fills the room, we drink to lift the gloom. You sing the wrong words to a well known song, where do you belong? because... no one will be saved, and no one will be saved. We don't need you now, you aggravate us and frustrate us, oh no no. And we don't need you now .... you aggravate us - and frustrate us in the strangest of ways. She laughs into her sleeve, and we pray that he will leave, but excuses have more uses than words around here, I bet you know because...

FIRE WILL EAT US

Did you use to live on the West Coast? I suppose it's the most we'd expect - Americana, we are full of such drama. As we list against the wind sheild and your mouth spews more half baked facts, just relax! We'll retract what we said behind your back. State your rank and state your name, the FBI are planting bombs again, selling plans to all of the hired hands. And they just can't help themselves, they just can't help themselves. But we know that - see you wouldn't know us if you tried, we've got seven ways to lie. And you can bet that fire will eat us - it's the least that we deserve. Americana, you are full of such drama. We know your dirty little secrets, we have them written in our black books. Shut your mouth, work it out, some one please get me out.

THE LAST SONG

I'll paint it this way, and no matter how... this position we're in, well there's no way out - anymore. I never said I want to! I never said I cared! I never said I'd hurt you! I never said I'd.. share. Maybe we should kill the show. You Fraternized and Scrutinized, maybe - well I know where you've been. And I don't mind, I don't mind really. Because I know where you've been.


		Little Yellow Stars ARCHIBALD, DIMITRI AND ME Archibald, Dimitri and me, lying naked in the parking lot. There's snow all around, and the night sky. Dimitri says "there's shells under me heels, i'd love to hear the sea again, for the last time, for the last time". So, Archibald says "move your hands and feet, we can make angels in the snow". It starts to burn my skin, as it should do. Dimitri says "there's shells under me heels, i'd love to hear the sea again, for the last time, for the last time. The storm clouds are rolling in again, the storm clouds are rolling in again. I don't think, I don't feel. Dimitri says "my breath is growing slow, for the last time". LITTLE YELLOW STARS This is Gods green acre of land. And as much as you hate it, I know you'll never share it. Raise your hands. Raise your hands. I've got time for you, time enough to spare. Swing low, sweet chariot. Your politics and this beer just don't mix. So, raise your hands. Raise your hands. I've got time for you, time enough to spare. IMPRESSIONABLE The steam rises from the smoke stacks, as the neon signs fill the sky. They say "Jesus will save" I hope and I pray that they are right this time. I'm impressionable, feeble and slow and will the sun shine again? Oh will the sun shine again? STROMBERG Late last night at the Tinder Box, it felt like time had stopped, for a while. The traffic bleeds past the window and the conversation quickly runs dry. He thinks - of someone else instead, or of being safe and warm at home in bed. Then she says "If you're scared of drowning don't get out of the boat, don't get out of the boat. You will never see your home again". THE LOOP I, I want to get back at you. It seems the thing to do. Just to get back at you. And I, I don't want to be set out to sea never to return. So, pick up the phone and let me know. This feeling your feeling will scratch at the front of your brain. And I'll go on waiting until I am driven insane. So take me out of the loop? THE WINE BAR REVOLUTION I think I should remind you that you shouldn't get in my way. WE'RE ALL GOING TO JAIL Oh well I've been reformed, yes i've been reborn. Oh, I think I've been reformed. But i've got this sinking feeling that there's nothing to believe in - any more. But I'm not scared. When I was a small boy I think I stayed at a beach house. I used to sit in my bedroom and stare at the ocean. Flood lit by the moonlight. I'd scratch out my name on the frozen window. M-I-K-E, I'm fairly sure that was me. But I'm not scared. PACK YOUR BAGS Pack your bags, we'll move far away. Where the air is clean and it's safe to stay. We'll be happy there, oh so happy there. Pack Your bags we will leave this town and drive out East, where we won't be found. We'll be happy there, we'll be happy there. Our Homes Are On The Flight Path STRANGE The alcohol here is expensive, I find your clientele offensive - shoveling the words they bring, and dancing to this mindless din. Take your hands from my throat, it's no joke! It's strange, the people never knowing my name, lets spill the swine and run away. The blast of things I cannot say. The strobes they send the people demented. "you spill our drinks and we'll be offended" we dance around in awkward ways, and shout so you can hear what we say... FLIGHT PATH And all the airports just keep on closing, the motorways are packed with trees all frozen. They say "Our homes are on the flight path, We hope and pray you do not last, We hope and pray, you do not last!" And you just keep asking, But all our smiles they are rented. Rented like you know, I hope this does not show. IN LOCO PARENTIS They're closing down this town, and the shipyards no longer make a sound. Through incident and accident and all kinds of coincidence, the ships have all run aground. The police cars they circle like crows, while the youths take turns to piss in the snow. Like Kamikaze pilots without the need to learn Japanese, you know they'll breed. The photograph still shows - the sunset on the snow as the floodgates begin to burst. Do you like what you've become? The pilots let out a scream to let business class know that they are keen to get their feet on terafirma as the cockpit starts to depressurise (I'm telling lies). The autopilot knows there's no place left to go as we yaw into the ground. . And business kills this town and kicks you when you're down to let you know where you stand. The photograph still shows the sunset on the snow ... Do you like what you've become? NEW YORK I've never been to Central Park, I hear it's cold and rather dark. The trees they don't appeal to me, you know they have no sense of history, and you can hide there in your cave afraid of the digital age. Just save our dignity - this is the second verse you see. And when you're lying on the floor with the earplugs you adore - I know you can change us, but I know that you'll blame us. And I would sell my bones to research if it got me a little respect and you, well you stand there on the overpass with the sparypaint gripped so firmly in your hand - You know I love You more. I hope that when I die there's a nice place in the sky. Where the cigarettes are free, and I have good company. I know that I'm dreaming and I just keep scheming now. And I would sell my bones to research if it got me a little respect and you, well you stand there on the overpass with the spraypaint in your hand. You used to write me letters versed in murder, you'd have thought we would have heard? With your hands across this great ocean - well, no one else will know. I just want to go home! I want to win again, win again, win again with the spraypaint gripped so firmly in my hand - you know I love you more? SONNY BOY Sonny Boy, well they really got the best of you. Sonny Boy, will they ever get the rest of you. With your hands caught up, in the machinery. Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, don't you change. Well I know that someone, really had it in for you. Well Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, don't you change. We watched you punch drunk in the garden oh no, no - we watched it all come true. ON YOUR SIDE You've got our attention, but this is what we mentioned- before. I don't need your questions. Our dyslexic friendship's a bore. You've got our attention, we are on your side, son. The underdogs have won again, does this make you cross friend? You've got our attention, I've lost my invention. The sting of this I've mentioned, but I don't really care friend. WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE, SON! WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE, SON! NERVOUS They're putting mobile phone antenna, on all of the church steeples. Maybe to see if God will eavesdrop on all of the folk he used to know. And we spend our time dancing in-between aircraft as they twist and fall from the sky. He said we should have known, should have known, should have known. And they've got TV stations that flood our homes with radiation. It gets so hard to breath sometimes. And it's hard to breath sometimes. You're making me nervous, is this the end of the service? And I'm sure that it's Sunday? I think that it's Sunday? WE DON'T NEED YOU NOW Your sarcasm fills the room, we drink to lift the gloom. You sing the wrong words to a well known song, where do you belong? because... no one will be saved, and no one will be saved. We don't need you now, you aggravate us and frustrate us, oh no no. And we don't need you now .... you aggravate us - and frustrate us in the strangest of ways. She laughs into her sleeve, and we pray that he will leave, but excuses have more uses than words around here, I bet you know because... FIRE WILL EAT US Did you use to live on the West Coast? I suppose it's the most we'd expect - Americana, we are full of such drama. As we list against the wind sheild and your mouth spews more half baked facts, just relax! We'll retract what we said behind your back. State your rank and state your name, the FBI are planting bombs again, selling plans to all of the hired hands. And they just can't help themselves, they just can't help themselves. But we know that - see you wouldn't know us if you tried, we've got seven ways to lie. And you can bet that fire will eat us - it's the least that we deserve. Americana, you are full of such drama. We know your dirty little secrets, we have them written in our black books. Shut your mouth, work it out, some one please get me out. THE LAST SONG I'll paint it this way, and no matter how... this position we're in, well there's no way out - anymore. I never said I want to! I never said I cared! I never said I'd hurt you! I never said I'd.. share. Maybe we should kill the show. You Fraternized and Scrutinized, maybe - well I know where you've been. And I don't mind, I don't mind really. Because I know where you've been. All Words copyright IR 1998 to 2002