THE ART OF PARTIES
Once
I was young
Once
I was smart
Now
I'm living on the edge of my nerves
The
things we said weren't quite so tough
When
we were you
Well
I'm burning, I'm burning buildings
I'm
building this time
Burn
For
the art of parties
Burn
Under
heavy weather
The
art of parties
I'm
burning.....burning
I'm
living
I'm
living my life
I'm
living this time
Burn
For
the art of parties
Burn
I'm
burning.....burning
(The
wind blew through my hair)
Once
I was young
(I'd
shelter from the sun)
Once
I was smart
(We
lived on the strengh of our nerves)
When
we were you
Well
I'm building, I'm burning buildings
I'm
burning
Burn
For
the art of parties
Burn
Under
heavy weather
Burn
For
the art of parties
I'm
burning.....burning
TALKING DRUM
I hear
a voice
I
hear a sound
But
nothing plays on my mind
I
take the car
I
travel 'round
But
nothing stays on my mind
What
do you do when things go wrong?
I'm
winning
In
the heart of the bushland
But
now I'm scared
Now
I'm lost in love
All
these things were never done
Your
burning bridge
My
talking drum
Now
we're too late for heaven
My
talking drum
My
talking drum
What
do you do when things go wrong?
I'm
winning
In
the heart of the bushland
GHOSTS
When
the room is quiet
The
daylight almost gone
It
seems there's something I should know
Well
I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
And
I've no particular place to go
Just
when I think I'm winning
When
I've broken every door
The
ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just
when I thought I could not be stopped
When
my chance came to be king
The
ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
Well
I'm feeling nervous
Now
I find myself alone
The
simple life's no longer there
Once
I was so sure
Now
the doubt inside my mind
Comes
and goes but leads nowhere
Just
when I think I'm winning
When
I've broken every door
The
ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just
when I thought I could not be stopped
When
my chance came to be king
The
ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
STILL LIFE IN MOBILE HOMES
Sometimes
the comfort of a room
Sometimes
I'm quite alone
I
pack to leave a foreign town
It
seems I'll never know
But
I'll rent new accomodation
We'll
make plans from mobile homes
The
slow boat's moving with the tide
Drifting
far from shore
It's
the nature of this country life
I've
never known before
Still
we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From
mobile homes
Plant
life
My
life
Still
life in mobile homes
The
sound of wildlife fills the air
So
warm and dry
The
bushland burns in this southern heat
Like
an open fire
Still
we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From
mobile homes
In
mobile homes
Plant
life
My
life
Still
life in mobile homes
A voice
screams from heaven
As
we start to sail
It's
the going of the fatherland I used to know so well
Still
I'll find new accomodation
We'll
make plans from mobile homes
Plant
life
My
life
Still
life in mobile homes
VISIONS OF CHINA
I'm
walking young and strong
But
just a little too thin
I
may be happy,
But
I don't have a clue to this life
In
my mind
Stay
with me
We
could learn to fight
Like
every good boy should
Cling
to me
We
are blacked-out
In
visions of China tonight
I'm
building heroes again
I
never thought of before
I
remember the fashion
But
don't have a clue
To
this life
In
my mind
Stay
with me
We
could learn to fight
Like
every good boy should
Cling
to me
We
are blacked-out
In
visions of China tonight
We
walk backwards, say nothing
My
visions of China
We're
young and strong in this party
We're
building/ living our visions of China
SONS OF PIONEERS
Sometimes
I feel I've been here forever
Sometime
ago
Sometimes
we sense the doubt together
Sometimes
alone
I'm
tired but we won't sleep at all
Even
though the air is calm
There's
something here it's something warm
Something
cuts and scars inside tonight
Sons of pioneers are hungry men
Every
voice I hear sounds so familiar
Every
song I know
Still
there's been no change in the weather
But
sometime we'll have to go
I'm
tired but we won't sleep at all
Even
though the air is calm
There's
something here it's something warm
Something
cuts and scars inside tonight
Sons
of pioneers are hungry men
CANTONESE BOY
We're
pushing through these farming towns
We've
worked hard ploughing over grounds
Red
army calls you
The
call of the crowd
Red
army needs you
It
calls you now
Cantonese
boy
Bang
your tin drum
Cantonese
boy
Civilian
soldier
Cantonese
boy
Bang
your tin drum
Cantonese
boy
Red
army calls you home
We're
singing
Marching
through the fields
We're
changing
The
lives we've led for years
Red
army calls you
Red
army needs you
Gentlemen
you heard this call
Raised
your glass and called for more
Only
young men broke the wall
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