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This Wreckage
('Telekon' album, 1980)
And what if God's dead
We must have done something wrong
This dark facade ends
We're independent from someone
This wreckage I call me
Would like to frame your voice
This wreckage I call me
Would like to meet you, meet you
Soon
We write suggestions
Suggesting fading to silence
And that must please you
My mirrors tarnished with 'no help'
This wreckage I call me
Would like to frame your voice
This wreckage I call me
Would like to meet you meet you
Soon
(Japanese)
I leave you
Turn out these eyes
Wipe off my face
Erase me
Replay 'The end'
It's all just show
Erase you
I need to I need to I need to
The Aircrash Bureau
('Telekon' album, 1980)
Hello I'm the aircrash bureau
I bet you're so surprised to see me
I could specialise in rumours
I'll send shivers up your spine
Pilot, back, I need my squadron
I was flying before D-Day
Now I'm warning you of falling
I'll tell you when you're going down
Sometimes I get these questions
It reminds me of the skin game
We used to hang around on corners
Saying 'well here we are again'
So now she motions closer
Now that's what I call romance
Someone's calling me but vaguely
You need the feeling, not the man
Telekon
('Telekon' album, 1980)
Where is my outline I start to fade
No concentration means 'fail' these days
I leave the table saying, 'I am real'
I feel the pressure like your eyes on me
Don't mention that name and
Books on love
I can't be sure, I can't be sure
You end on reel one
You end on reel one
You quote from 'anxious' and the things we do
I need protection from the likes of you
Do you begin to see that I don't know
I live on memories that are hard to find
Send me a card and write, 'I think of you'
I'll say you lied, I'll say you're lying
You are, you are
Tell you a secret I'm sure to fall
My dog runs AWOL I blame you all
We're in formation saying, 'Safe, safe, safe'
Turn up my collar and mix with dark
The speaker turns on me spot her eyes
It's hard to breathe, it's hard to breathe
You end on reel one
You end on reel one
You are, you are
Remind Me To Smile
('Telekon' album, 1980)
We'll take a taxi to the show
We could report by phone
We could remind ourselves that
We must laugh
Reconsider 'fame'
I need new reasons
This is detention it's not fun at all
Remind me to smile
You know the old 'friends' line
It gets so I feel like
I'm in this cold, glass, cage
I've got the horrors
Check, over my shoulder
I punch the air and fight
But no-one's there
You you - Oh no
Old scars - Don't show
We fall - You see
Crawl crawl - In love
I dive - So clean
Young things - Don't scream
Toys toys - So far
Boys boys - You are
(Chorus)
Get off the car
Get off the phone
Move from my window, leave me alone
Keep your revivals
Keep your conventions
Keep all your fantasies that's all
We are
Sleep By Windows
('Telekon' album, 1980)
You can cry by my window
You can crawl on the floor
You can scream if you want to
But I won't unlock the door
You can sleep in bus shelters
You can sleep in the park
But I'll rip up the trees
Until you tear yorself apart
But I don't love you
No I don't love you
Do you dream?
Back to surveillance
Open eyes and wash out 'tear'
A sign that says 'no exit'
And 'no-one can save you here'
I could talk about my programme
Where everything is white
I could specialise in pictures
Where nothing's ever right
But I don't love you
No I don't love you
Do you dream?
We are just sound
We are just noise
And we are all here to lie
Do you dream?
You sleep by windows
You sleep by windows
Do you cry?
Do you dream?
Do you?
Did you?
I'm An Agent
('Telekon' album, 1980)
Send in eyes
Thoughts of crashing, all those pictures
Send in thoughts of John the God
Send in dreams
Lovers on corners, clean my sheets
Your only chance is to break the states
We are clean
Don't ask - I'm an agent
Send in change
Secretaries, nothing more
'You can be replaced, you know'
Send in chance
Bad conditions, talk of leaving
Talk of walking out on me
We are clean
Don't ask - I'm an agent
Send in you
Send in pain, send in lies
Send in words that I believed
Send in you
Stick on pretty aircraft nose
Nothing much to care about
Send in you
Just watch the face, you're sure to see
Something, give this game away
Send in you
Get her out, get her out
Call me, just don't say the name
We are clean
Don't ask - I'm an agent
I Dream Of Wires
('Telekon' album, 1980)
I am the final silence
The last elecrician alive
And they called me 'The Sparkle'
I was the best, I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialling 'O'
We drove to work by proxy
I plugged my wife in, just for show
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
So I press 'C' for Comfort
I dream of wires, the old days
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
Remember I Was Vapour
('Telekon' album, 1980)
There's nothing here but us
There's nothing here but us
Remember, I was vapour
Remember, I was just like you
Remember, I was liquid
Remember, I was someone too
Remember, I need others
Remember, I need oxygen
Remember, I need lovers
Remember, I need to forget
Chorus
Remember, I am human
Remember, I feel just like you
Remember, I had reasons
Remember, I had friends like you
Remember, I grow tired
Remember, I could end all this
Remember, I have memories
Remember, I need to forget
Chorus
Please Push No More
('Telekon' album, 1980)
Now I'm behind glass
I'll talk to you
The telephone lines blind
You have defaced my face
I bet you laughed at me
You bright young things
And now I need no-one
I miss you, so
Please push no more
Please push no more
Now it's all over for sure
I'll walk beck home
We must all come down
We all grow old
We are close, we are hurt
So that was love
And love she kills me
It needs to, so
Please push no more
Plase push no more
Please push no more
Please push no more
The Joy Circuit
('Telekon' album, 1980)
Send in the guards
We're all new faces
I'm so sorry
But my reasons are wrong
My reasons are wrong
We're on joy circuit
The image fix
Rewind, cry
Well it's somewhere to go
Well it's somewhere to go
Tell me of your pain
Love it, love it
Show me the new way
Love it, love it
It's so unusual
But all I find is a reason to die
A reason to die
We Are Glass
We are young we can break
Watch us fall
We can take some train
Down to the sea
We are glass, we are glass
We are real you can touch
Just for now
And I say
'Hey you which way is down?'
We are glass, we are glass
We are strong
We're unknown
We have time
And to you I'm just one of those boys
We are glass, we are glass
We are cold
We're not supposed to cry
But it's all just a thought so
Here am I
We are glass, we are glass
They run past impressions
Of floors inviting
Stay with me, stay with me
They run past with telephones
They scream
Well would you
Turn all this down
Turn all this down
You are replaced
You are you
And now dreams are real
And dreams are all we need
We are glass, we are glass
They run past impressions
Of floors inviting
Stay with me, stay with me
They run past with telephones
They scream
Well would you
Turn all this down
Turn all this down
I Die : You Die
This is not love
This is not even worth a point of view
In Echo Park I
Pause for effect
And whisper 'Who are you?'
They crawl out of their holes for me
And I die : You die
Hear them laugh
And watch them turn on me
And I die : You die
See my scars
They call me such things
Tear me, tear me, tear me
But I have your names
Screaming 'You will suffer'
And, 'You're all too late'
Now I feel young
Does everything stop when the old tape fails?
They crawl out of their holes for me
And I die : You die
Hear them laugh
And watch them turn on me
And I die : You die
See my scars
They call me such things
Tear me, tear me, tear me
But I'm still frightened by the telephone..
A Game Called Echo
Here we play games
Like turning men into boys
And everyone must cry or lose
Recall 'my Circuit'
Recall 'I'm not, you are'
Remember that I moved too soon
Corridor empty
Time to call in the stars
A game called echo
Now I ask questions
I get so nervous of
A game called echo
We re-name vehicles
You re-name heroes
I switch to auto
You are reception
I can take it or leave
Do I need permission to stop?
On Broadway
They say the neon lights are bright
On Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
When your walking down the street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The City all lights up but you have left
They say the girls are something else
On Broadway
Looking at them just gives me the blues
Cause how you gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime?
One thin dime won't even shine your shoes
They say that I won't last too long
On Broadway
Picture greyhounds past the home
They all say
I'll bet they're wrong, I know they are
Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy...
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