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X-Ray Spex




Альбом X-Ray Spex


Germ Free Adolescents (1978)
1978
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I clambered over mounds and mounds of polystyrene foamThen fell into a swimming pool filled with fairy snow
And watched the world turn day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, uh oh
I wrenched the nylon curtains back as far as they would goThen peered through perspex window panes at the acrylic road
And watched the world turn day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, uh oh
I drove my polypropylene car on wheels of spongeThen pulled into a wimpy bar to have a rubber bun
And watched the world turn day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, uh oh

The world turned day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, uh oh
The X-rays were penetrating through the latex breezeSynthetic fibre see-thru leaves fell from the rayon trees
The day the world turned day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, you knowThe world turned day-glo, you know, uh oh

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You are just a concept, you are just a dreamYou're just a reflection of the, new regime
You are just a symbol, you are just a themeYou're just another figure for the, sales machine
Ooo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, cause they're watching yoo ooo
You are just a victim, you are just a findSoon to be a casualty, casualty of time
You are just a concept, you are just a dreamYou're just a reflection of the, new regime
Ooo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, cause they're watching yoo ooo

Ooo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, cause they're watching yoo ooo
You are just a victim, you are just a findSoon to be a casualty, casualty of time
You are just a symbol, you are just a themeYou're just another figure for the, sales machine
Ooo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, cause they're watching yoo ooo
Ooo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, they're obsessed with yoo oooOoo ooo, cause they're watching yoo ooo

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Genetic engineering
Could create the perfect race
Could create an unkown life-force
That could us exterminate

Introducing worker clone
As our subordinated slave
His expertise proficiency
Will surely dig our grave

It's so tempting
Will biologists resist?
When he becomes the creator
Will he let us exist?

Bionic man is jumping
Through the television set
He's about to materialise
And guess who's coming next

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Identity
Identity is the crisis can't you see Identity, identityWhen you look in the mirror do you see yourself Do you see yourself on the T.V. screen Do you see yourself in the magazine When you see yourself does it make you scream
Identity is the crisis can't you see Identity, identity, yeaah

Identity is the crisis can't you see Identity, identityWhen you look in the mirror do you smash it quick Do you take the glass and slash your wrists Did you do it for fame, did you do it in a fit Did you do it before you read about it
Identity is the crisis can't you see Identity, identity, yeaah

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I live off you, and you live off me
And the whole world lives off of everybody

See we gotta be exploited, see we gotta be exploited
By somebody, by somebody, by somebody

Cat ate the rat, while the pimp beat the whore
And she just screams out for more and more

See we gotta be exploited, see we gotta be exploited
By somebody, by somebody, by somebody

La, la, la

I live off you, and you live off me
And the whole world lives off of everybody

See we gotta be exploited, see we gotta be exploited
By somebody, by somebody, by somebody

La, la, la

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I know you're antiseptic, your deodorant smells nice
I'd like to get to know you, you're deep frozen like the ice

She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away, scrub away, scrub away the S.R. way

You may get to touch her if your gloves are sterilized
Rinse your mouth with Listerine, blow disinfectant in her eyes

She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away, scrub away, scrub away the S.R. way

Her phobia is infection, she needs one to survive
It's her built-in protection, without fear she'd give up and die

She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away, scrub away, scrub away the S.R. way

She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
She's a germ free adolescent, cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away, scrub away, scrub away the S.R. way

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Art i ficial

I know I'm artificial, but don't put the blame on me I was reared with appliances in a consumer society
When I put on my make-up, the pretty little masks not me'Cause that's the way a girl should be in a consumer society In a, in a consumer society, in a, in a consumer society
Existence is elusive, the kind that is supported by mechanical resources Existence is elusive, the kind that is supported by mechanical resources
I wanna be Instamatic, I wanna be a frozen pea I wanna be dehydrated in a consumer society In a, in a consumer society, in a, in a consumer society
Existence is elusive, the kind that is supported by mechanical resources Existence is elusive, the kind that is supported by mechanical resources

In a, in a consumer society, in a, in a consumer society
I wanna be Instamatic, I wanna be a frozen pea I wanna be dehydrated in a consumer societyIn a, in a consumer society, in a, in a consumer society, in a, in a consumer society

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It's dark and eerie
And it's really late
Come on kid's don't hesitate
We're going down to the underground
We're going down we're going down
To the underground

The hades ladies are dressed to kill
Dagger glares from Richard hell
Tension heightening heating frightening
Thunder rolls as fast as lightning

If you've got the urge
Come on let's submerge

The subterranean is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Molten lava sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obliterate us

If you've got the urge
Come on let's submerge

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Warrior, warry warrior
Warrior in Woolworth's, humble he may seem Behind his servile innocence, he plots and he schemes
He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town
Warrior, warrior, warry, warrior
Warrior in Woolworth's, his roots are in today Doesn't know no history, he threw the past away
He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town
Warrior, warrior, warry, warrior

He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town
Warrior, warrior, warry, warrior
Warrior in Woolworth's, dips on Friday night Youths meet at Stockwell Tube, weapons rule their lives
He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town
Warrior, warrior, warry, warrior
He's a rebel on the underground, she's a rebel of the modern town
Warrior, warrior, warry, warriorWarrior, warrior, warry, warriorWarrior, warrior, warry, warrior

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I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare
Exhibition is the name, voyeurism is the game Stereoscopic is the show, viewing time makes it growGrow, grow, grow, grooow
I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare
My facade is just a fake, shock horror no escape Sensationalism for the feed, caricatures are what you breedBreed, breed, breed, breeeed
I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare

I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare
Anti-art was the start, establishments like a laugh Yes we're very entertaining, overtones can be betraying'tray, 'tray, 'tray, 'traaaying
I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stareI am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare

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I can't write and I can't sing, I can't do anything
I can't read and I can't spell, I can't even get to hell
I can't love and I can't hate, I can't even hesitate
I can't dance and I can't walk, I can't even try to talk

Freddy tried to strangle me with my plastic popper beads
But I hit him back, with my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back, with my pet rat

I can't spit and I can't kick, I can't even be thick
I can't read and I can't spell, I can't even get to hell
I can't love and I can't hate, I can't even hesitate
I can't dance and I can't walk, I can't even try to talk

Freddy tried to strangle me with my plastic popper beads
But I hit him back, with my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back, with my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back, with my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back, with my pet rat

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Highly inflammable waiting to explode
Neurotic tensions risen overflowed

Thought I was a woman, thought you were a man
I was Tinkerbell and you were Peter Pan

Influenced by the fashion pages influenced by others' phases
It ain't hip if you are retro you're a pseudo quasi intellectual

Supreme equality we used to compete
The right to decide is denied to the sheep

Thought I was a woman, thought you were a man
I was Tinkerbell and you were Peter Pan

Influenced by the fashion pages influenced by others' phases
It ain't hip if you are retro you're a pseudo quasi intellectual

Thought I was a woman, thought you were a man
You thought I was a woman, thought you were a man
You thought I was a woman, thought you were a man
Thought I was a woman, thought you were a man
I was Tinkerbell and you were Peter Pan

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Darling am I
Looking old
Tell me dear
I must be told

Y'know it's a
Million dollar fear
If lines
Creep in over here

Age she's so afraid
Age she's not the rage

She never seems to realise
Celluloid beauty
Never dies

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(spoken)
My mind, is like, a plastic bag
(sung)
1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we've seen too many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
Apathy's a drag
(spoken)
My mind, is like, a plastic bag
That corresponds, to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through my ear
I eat Kleenex for breakfast
And use soft hygienic Weetabix
To dry my tears
(sung)
1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we've seen too many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
Apathy's a drag
(spoken)
My mind, is like, a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I don't know what's going on
It's the operator's job, not mine, I said
(sung)
1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we've seen too many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
Apathy's a drag
(spoken)
My dreams, I daren't remember
Or tell you what I've seen
I've dreamt that I was Hitler
The ruler of the sea
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarket
And even fatalistic me
(sung)
1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we've seen too many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
Apathy's a drag
(spoken)
My mind, is like, a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through by ear
I eat Kleenex for breakfast
And use soft hygienic Weetabix
To dry my tears
(sung)
1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we've seen too many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
Apathy's a drag

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(Spoken) I am a cliché

I'm a cliché, I'm a cliché
I'm a cliché, I'm a cliché
I'm a cliché, you've seen before
I'm a cliché, live next door
I'm a cliché, you know what I mean
I'm a cliché, pink is obscene

Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom
Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom

I'm a cliché, I'm a cliché
I'm a cliché, I'm a cliché
I'm a cliché, you've seen before
I'm a cliché, live next door
I'm a cliché, you know what I mean
I'm a cliché, pink is obscene

Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom
Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom

Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom
Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom
Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom
Huri yama yama, huri yama yama
Boring boredom, boring boredom

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(Spoken)Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I think
Oh bondage up yours, one two three four
Bind me tie me chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave for you all Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more
Chain-store chain-smoke I consume you all Chain-gang chain-mail I don't need at all Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more

Thrash me crash me beat me till I fall I wanna be a victim for you all Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more
Bind me tie me chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave for you all Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more

Bind me tie me chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave for you all Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no moreOh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours, oh bondage no more

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