Dissidents (T.Dolby/K.Armstrong/M.Seligman)

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

Courting disaster we ran in the night
wings of an angel were 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
I too become a dissident

The Flat Earth (T.Dolby)

Friends have often asked me why
I'm sensitive about my height
I will look around and say,
hmm--I thought I was immune
all my life I have waited
to be given any word
it was screaming to be heard
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

Turn the island to the storm tonight
Who turned it?

Then when they spill the demon seed
turn and face into the wind
all along you still believed,
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 ray gun 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

Screen Kiss (T.Dolby)

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
And deer look down from the hills
And it's three o'clock in the morning
Pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer boys
Crying out, mommy 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
Change the world overnight
Any more than the invention of the six-gun, child
Any more than the discovery of Radium,
Or California tipping in the ocean.

White City (T.Dolby)

Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
From his dreams of china mountains
Far from the clatter of these autobanks
That keep chucking up money!
It turned into the kind of joke
That Keith feels isn't 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.

Mulu The Rain Forest (T.Dolby)

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 these 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 knew --
the prisoner of the rain forest.

I Scare Myself (D.Hicks)

I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you
I scare myself the moment that you're gone
I scare myself and 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 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...
It's me I'm scaring.

Hyperactive! (T.Dolby)

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 chucked me out of 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, 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 --
ah, 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!

BONUS TRACKS:

Puppet Theatre (T.Dolby)

One more night in the puppet theater
and i'm dancing on a string
one more pawn for the puppet master
the lines are drawn the hook is in

and they used me
for a plaything
but i'm crying real tears
in an ocean of gold

we are half of a million people
and our limbs have lost control
and we play the machines a dozen at a time
the only song we know

one more night in the puppet theater
and i'm dancing on a string
one more pawn for the puppet master
the lines are drawn the hook is in

same old night in the puppet theater
same old dancing on a string
one more pawn for the puppet master
can't take it any more, the hook is in

in the surgery of the open heart
there's a soldier on every fader
and a madman in control
and he plays the machine for hours at a time
the only song he knows

so I wound up alone on the dance floor
and a laser hit me in the eye
I began to feel my body dissolving
melting in a pool of light

and they need me
for a plaything
but i'm crying....

Field Work (R.Sakamoto/T.Dolby)

Brush up on my field work
better brush up on my field work
gonna get my fingers dirty
better brush up on my field work

one thing I need
is to understand this jungle
before I can untangle
the part of me that's fungoid
was a hundred and three
when the world was still a baby
but instinct's an equation
you could program in an android

brush up on my field work
better brush up on my field work
gonna get my fingers dirty
gonna brush up on my field work

somewhere inside
there's a place where we can travel
a code we could unscramble
a riddle to unravel

brush up on my field work
gonna brush up on my field work
gonna get my fingers dirty
gonna brush up on my field work

somewhere inside me
are the caves of Iwo Jima
and the sands of Arizona
better brush up on my field work

Don't Turn Away (T.Dolby/A.Willis)

I don't know why you're not talking to me
I don't know what went wrong
two people who had so much together
really ought to get along - yeah
But something started to change inside of you
and right out of the blue
two friends with such a lot to give
I don't know where you are
or what you're going through now
What are we trying to prove?

Cause when this world's too big to take on your
shoulders
Feels like love is in vain
You could break down in my arms babe
But it really hurts when you turn away
And I can take the look you give me, believe me
I know you are in pain
I can take the names you call me
But I can't stand when you turn away
Don't turn away

And I can feel you all around me
But you keep me here in the dark
And each time we try to settle down
Something seems to keep us apart, don't it baby?
You and me, we're on the outside
Pretending we don't care
Too proud to show our feelings,
To open up the love you know we could share
I will always be there

Cause when this world's too big to take on your
shoulders
Feels like love is in vain
You could reach out for my hand babe
But it really hurts when you turn away
And I can take the look you give me, believe me
I know you are in pain
And I can take the names you call me
But I can't s

And when the world's too big to take on your shoulders
Feels like your love is in vain
You could reach out for my hand child
But it really hurts when you turn away
And I can take the look you give me, believe me
I know you are in pain
And I can take the names you call me
But I can't stand when you turn away
Don't turn away

The Devil Is An Englishman (T.Dolby/S.Volk)

A poet walks amongst the Gods
But jealous men have pulled me down
Now exiled in a foreign land
I coax my demons into life
While people cross themselves and say
The Devil is an Englishman

Beelzebub in human form
I mingle with the noblemen
Young girls fall pleading at my feet
As I defile them one by one
Devouring half of London Town
The Devil is an Englishman

A nest of tiny scorpions
Are breeding in my cranium
Poet Laureate of hell
The Devil is an Englishman

And yet a hundred years from now
As leeches suck upon the flesh
Of those who step beyond the grave
This dark demented soul lives on
The Devil is an Englishman

Marseille (T.Dolby/A.Bertei)

Back in the days of bread and roses
we felt the sunlight beating down our backs
chanson, chanson d'éspoir
ça y est! ça y est! the docks are closing
we are waiting for the ship in from Tangiers.
Shutting down the freight line
took away our mainline
no more working overtime.
This waterfront is hot tonight
Boy Morocco under streetlight
Bongo beat across his shoulder
had a girl, he could not hold her
she became Apache dancer
sings for any man who'll have her.
The Marseillaises know secret places...
(light the light, draw down the blinds)
no more working overtime!

Back in the days of bread and roses
we felt the sunlight beating down our backs
chanson, chanson d'éspoir
ça y est! ça y est! the docks are closing
we are waiting for the ship in from Tangiers.

Marseillaises-- ça y est!
Marseillaises-- ça y est!

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