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Bananas (2003)
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Contact Lost
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Have you ever had a woman
That could make you crazy
You ever had a woman
That could drive you mad
you ever had a woman
Give you so much trouble
And the best lovin' you ever had

My friends all say I'm losing it big time
But I know where I've got to go
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
Back to the house of pain

Have you ever had a rock
That just keeps on rollin'
you ever seen a train
Comin' down the track
ever jumped
Into the cold, cold river
And know there's no turning back

My friends all say I'm crazy, baby
But I know where I've got to go
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
I'm going home
Back to the house of pain

Have you ever had a weight
That was much too heavy
you ever had a burden
That was yours alone
you ever spent a night
When you keep on waiting
Staring at the telephone

My friends all say I'm crazy
But I know where I've got to go
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
Back to the house of pain[pain,pain,pain]

. . .


Oh you're all looking up
With hearts of devotion
Through the dust and the heat lost to me
In a cloud of emotion
I have no motivation
To keep up this breathless pace
I'm more inclined to stay here
In this breathing space

And the sun goes down
And the moon comes up

I never tried to walk the walk
'Cos the steps are elusive
The membership is too costly
And exclusive
Hey, the more I've got
The more I stand to lose
So I'm gonna unpack my bags
And take off my shoes

And the sun goes down
And the moon comes up

Let me tell you there's no point knocking
At the big oak door
Can't you see that it's al full up
They can't take no more
The line's so long
It's almost Disney
Ooh ...
Won't somebody kiss me

And the sun goes down
And the moon comes up

. . .


I hear the beating of your wings
And you're playing on my strings
In mysterious ways
You draw me in to a love
Beyond all understanding

Beyond my reach
So far away
But it seems
Like only yesterday

I'm Haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted?

All that's left
Is the ghost of your smile
It stays a while
Then fades away

I hear your footsteps on the ground
Tempting me to turn around
It's just the echo
Of a disenchanted lover
Shuffling aimlessly
Homeward bound

To empty rooms
And picture frames
And Friends
Who can't recall our names

I'm Haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted?

All that's left
Is the ghost of your smile
It stays a while
Then fades away

. . .


I don't have the time of day
I don't know what day I is
Someone's falling on my head
Get up:get up
We're going out on the raz

Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
To me it don't matter
It's where I belong
It's a matter of distinction
A real fine line
Between an orgy of destruction
And a wonderful time

This room's so cold and bare
There's nothing here for me
I've got to find some heat somewhere
Get up:get up
We're going out on the raz

Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
It really doesn't matter
When I'm bangin' on a gong
While someone's holding out
To a willing congregation
And we can all forget about
The state of the nation

Can't hear a thing
But I see your lips are moving
I'm working on my thinking
And I think it's improving
I'm going to get the blame
So I might as well deliver
If only I can swim across
This weird human river

I know I started out
With the best of intentions
Some blinding inspiration
And a few not-to-mention
And now I'm looking deep
Into the last dying embers
Shouting what are we doing here
And nobody remembers

I've lost a friend or two
I don't know where they have gone
Only one thing I can do
Get up:get up
I'm going out on the raz

Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
To me it don't matter
It's where I belong
It's a matter of distinction
A real fine line
Between an orgy of destruction
And a wonderful time

. . .


Well I'm standing here on moving station
All the world is traveling by
To strange outlandish destinations
There they go, I wonder why

I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
I get along
I use my silver tongue

You know I can dream in any language
Flying on my magic bed
And I don't need to work my passage
All I do is use my head

I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
Sometimes I ramble
Then I'm Lucid
I might seem lazy
But I'm hurting no-one
I get along
I use my silver tongue

I know exactly what you're thinking
But you don't know what's in my mind
You went too fast and now your sinking
Because you forgot to read the signs

. . .


If you don't like what you see
If you can do better than me
Walk on

If the road before you winds
Obscuring al the signs
Walk on

You mean more to me
Than just a pretty face
I wont hold you down
You need a little space

If you don't like what you see
If you can do better than me
Walk on

You know I don't like to fight
No matter who's wrong or right
Walk on

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I hear they're trying to make us all the same
It's mind control by any other name
Who's gonna pay the price
For this foolish paradise
Oh:Mamma don't take that train

I hear it said we're headed too far south
Chinese whispers go by word of mouth
Rules for every size and shape
The nag has gone, shut the gate
Once you're in you're never getting out

I'm so misunderstood
There goes my manlihood
She's in my face again
With that picture of innocence

No drinks, No smokes
No dicking around
No dirty jokes
Straight lace, straight face
The old straight jacket
We got no hope

I hear they're gonna try out something new
I can feel it sticking to my shoe
So this is what tomorrow holds
Hopes and dreams are bought and sold
But still the world is misty green and blue

I', so misunderstood
There goes my mannish boyhood
She's in my face again
With that picture of innocence

No deals, No strokes
No forbidden fruit
No holy smoke
What next, no sex
That's the end of the road
That's the end of the road
We got no hope

No drinks, No smokes
No dicking around
No dirty jokes
Straight lace, straight face
The old straight jacket
We got no hope

No deals, No strokes
No forbidden fruit
No holy smoke
What next, no sex
That's the end of the road
We got no hope

. . .


So many signs
So many ways
It's a living thing
No need to rush
The buzz will last for days

When you discover
I'm just a man
Take it girl
Or leave it
Don't be reading out the label on the can

I got your number
I got your number
I got your number

I'll be your lover
I'll be your friend
I'll be your friend
And your brother in love
But that's where the story ends

If you say jump
I'll do it with affection
But don't get pissed
If I don't move
Too fast in your direction

I got your number
I got your number
I got your number

It's that same old nonsense
That same old look
But now I'm turning back
And I can read you like a book
It all means nothing
Nothing at all
It's the same old business
Man it drives me up the wall

You made the potion too strong
I feel I'm going soft
I've been that way far too long
You see, now it's wearing off

So many times
So many days
It's a spiritual thing
That loving touch
I thought you'd be amazed

I like the distance
I like the space
The money's good
The rent is cheap
And I can read suspicion on your face

I got your number
I got your number
I got your number

. . .


Never a word, a word so true
Passed between us, me and you
Heard you found your pot of gold
That's the story i've been told

Never a word was said in vain
Some were never said again
Some were lost in lovers heat
Some lay fallen at our feet

All day all night, I think of you and only you (x2)

Never a word escaped my lips
Silenced by your finger-tips
All this time so hard to breathe...Hard to breathe

. . .


I've got nothing to say today
I used my words up yesterday
I'm just lying here in the sun
Watching you guys having fun

Seven days and seven nights
Working till you got it right

Don't help me I'll help myself
I'll pull some crackers off the shelf
She had her hair done yesterday
Now she's coming out to play

First you pull and then you push
Two in the hand and one in the bush

Oh, my love is
So excited
When I say we've
Been invited
Now we're going
To the palace
Dressing up for
Tea with Alice

Some will rise and some will fall
Some will come to nothing at all
The strangest people have the power
To lead me to my darkest hour

How can you be sure it's me
When it's payment on delivery

Oh, my love is
So excited
When I say we've
Been invited
Now we're going
To the palace
Dressing up for
Tea with Alice

Now my love is
Richer than rich
'Cause I studied
Mathematics
Graduated
Without honours
Everyone has
Gone Bananas

(A rather sinister laugh then just moosic till the end)

. . .


You know I don't have a problem
I'm not seeking her advice
I'm saving that for later
Yeh, it's something awfull nice
I had a shaky feeling
When she floated into the sight
I imagine we'll be doing it tonight

You know I'm ragged round the edges
All these people in the room
There's magic in the air
I'm guessing she can feel it too
Prospective recreation
Helps me keep her in my sight
I imagine we'll be doing it tonight

That's why everybody's sitting around
We can't think of nothing better to do
There's no empty bottle
They're all half full
So we end up spinning a shoe

We keep on going 'til poor old Lenny's
Got drool hanging off of his chin
He can't stop winning
When the shoe stops spinning
But he doesn't know where to begin

She wasn't in the running
She was never in the game
I could see her in the distance
But I could not lay my claim
Let me tell you 'bout this cherry
I never got a single bite
Therefore I imagine
We'll be doing it
tonight

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Contact Lost

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