Plan B (2005)

Songs

• 01 - Bend the World

  Bend the world
  Through the lens of your eye
  Wrap it around like tie-and-dye
  Bathe in the warm colours
  Don’t you worry about the others
  And suddenly
  Unexpectedly
  You are God

  What is the truth, is it a lie
  And all the time, it comes down to you and I
  You can point your finger
  But the priest of my perception
  Might never see what you see
  And suddenly
  Unexpectedly
  You are gone

  All of this stage is the world
  And all of us are little people
  All of this stage is the world
  And suddenly
  So suddenly
  We are Here…

  When you’re asleep, are you alive
  Or just a dream in the sky, so high in the sky
  You’re a poor little mouse in a white maze
  Under a microscope that you made
  And suddenly
  Unexpectedly
  You’ll find your way out.

  All of this stage is the world
  And all of us are little people
  All of this stage is the world
  And all of us are little people
  All of this stage is the world
  And suddenly
  So suddenly
  We are Here…

• 02 - Chainese Item

  Street-wise, penny-wise hole in the wall
  Beady eyes, fruit pies, you can get it all
  Just one copy of the menu, go ahead and start
  And you can bet your life, they’ve never heard of a la carte
  Watch your step, tread carefully,
  Watch your step, tread carefully,
  Some places don’t divide your tea by two…

  Watch for the

  Chainese item, the chainese item
  You really don’t want to bite them
  You really don’t want to bite them
  It’s a dictionary nightmare
  This mongoloid fare
  The chainese item, the chainese item
  You really don’t want to bite them
  You really don’t want to bite them
  Don’t expect me to tell you how
  But watch out, watch out, for the mean mean mean mean chow…

  The second verse gets worse like the flied lice
  Don’t curse the nurse when you have to pay the price
  Warned about the chicken, you suspect fowl play
  Go ahead and order, live for today
  Watch your step, tread carefully,
  Watch your step, tread carefully,
  Some places don’t divide coffee by two…

  Watch for the

  *

• 03 - Paper Puli

  Just met this funny man
  From the funny papers
  Is there any other kind
  Said he hadn’t heard much
  About my rock níroll band
  Sure hoped he had a story in mind
  He seemed indolent and carefree
  Lit up a cigarette offhandedly
  And then he asked me if I wanted
  Some good publicity
  Hey

  Aren’t we just
  All in the same game
  You need a rag to write for
  And I need one to shine up my guitar
  But tell me do I really have
  To talk to you

  The name in bright lights
  Do you really want my picture
  As you can see I look really cool
  Do you want me smiling
  Or the three-quarter profile
  Weíve got to make this proof for the fool
  Got to have that aura of mystery
  Keep them guessing indefinitely
  And when I drive into that wall
  You can say it was such a pity
  Hey

  Aren’t we just
  All in the same game
  You need a sneaky angle
  I need to fill that monthly rectangle
  But tell me do I really have
  To talk to you

• 04 - The Steal

  It’s a weird weird world
  Said the spider to the fly
  Nobody knows the enemy
  But everybody knows the lie

  You can believe
  And be a paying member
  Of my congregation
  It’s quite a revolution

  Round and round in spiral circles
  The game of half truth we play
  I’ll take my chances with the steal
  ‘Cause when the roads are all done
  There’ll be no gas for my wheels

  We’re in a Technicolor world
  Said the audience one day
  We’re tired of black and white
  It really is so passé

  And we receive
  It’s like a mindful prayer
  A minor libation
  To the gods of our vacation

  Round and round in spiral circles
  The game of grey love we play
  I’ll take my chances with the steal
  ‘Cause when the bridges are all done
  There’ll be no rivers underneath

  It’s a safe safe world
  Said the president
  Our benevolent Armageddon
  Will make those heathens repent

  Round and round in spiral circles
  The game of half truth we play
  I’ll take my chances with the steal
  ‘Cause when the songs are all done
  There’ll be nothing left to feel

• 05 - I Live Here

  It’s a delicate hurrah
  The lines on my face
  Will only stretch so far
  And I won’t ever leave

  I’m a rootless tree
  Tied up to a memory
  And I don’t want to be
  Anywhere but here

  The quiet times ran away
  It wasn’t my fault, it was the asphalt
  Now the road sings to me
  Everybody’s going from A to B
  So quickly

  But I live here…

  Everybody’s gone, gone
  To a better place
  And I’m the only one
  And I won’t ever leave

  The shadows grow long
  The evening of my years
  And I don’t belong
  Anywhere but here

  The quiet times ran away
  It wasn’t my fault, it was the asphalt-
  Now the road sings to me
  Everybody’s going from A to B
  So quickly

  But I live here…

• 06 - Dead Inside

  I wear my skin quite well today
  The monkey looks up out of my eyes
  The double-helix is spinning away
  But I feel so dead inside
  Doing, walking, smiling, faking
  I feel so dead inside

  I wring myself to drip these words
  Where has all the water gone
  Can’t even spit in anybody’s eye
  I feel so dead inside
  Doing, walking, smiling, faking
  I feel so dead inside

  Where have you gone
  Where have you gone
  Where have you gone
  Where have you gone

  The snake and ladder game in my head
  I think I’ve gone and lost the dice
  See the poor man beg for a crust of bread
  God I feel so dead inside

  Doing, walking, smiling, faking
  I feel so dead inside

  And like summer magic
  Suddenly you’re here
  Open the windows
  Clear out the cobwebs
  Breathe…

  I feel so alive…

• 07 - Cynical World

  It’s a cynical world
  All the stops have been taken out, it’s all a swirl
  Well-dressed generals making speeches, referendums, proxy verbal wars
  You don’t have to be too bright to know it’s all a farce

  The poor get poorer the right get higher
  Keep up with me if you can
  Nobody cares about your fire
  Unless you want to be part of their plan

  What are we going to do, before it’s too late
  (Before it’s too late)
  We’ve got to stand up, join hands and tempt fate
  (We’ve got to tempt fate)
  No more eulogies, fancy fake poetry
  (No poetry)
  We’ve got to get off our backsides now

  Right here right now, baby,
  Take off all your clothes and give me some love
  That’s what’s expected of us, are you wearing rubber gloves
  Lingerie catalogue fantasy girl, be my wife, if only for a while

  Who’s got time for love, let’s just get in bed
  Instant satisfaction, chivalry is dead
  Ella’s gone, gone for ever, she’s taken all her songs
  We’ll have assembly-line babies not before long

  What are we going to do, before it’s too late
  (Before it’s too late)
  We’ve got to stand up, join hands and tempt fate
  (We’ve got to tempt fate)
  No more eulogies, fancy fake poetry
  (No poetry)
  We’ve got to get off our backsides now

   

• 08 - Galacktiqua

  Just a little more just a little more just a little more just a little more

  The streets they have too many names
  Screaming shouting neon lighting
  In my face behind my eyes
  All the time
  Sometimes I wish I’d never learned
  To read a word, a letter turned
  Right side up or upside down
  All the same

  Even my body is advertising space
  The scraps of decency that cover my disgrace

  Too many words, too many lies, too many seeds, too many cries
  Too many thoughts, too many lights, too many times, too many times

  Roll up the windows
  Turn away the smoke the questing hands
  Don’t want to hear any more
  Don’t want to hear any more
  How do I get away
  Eye-candy tells me what to say
  Drive out under the country stars
  Never get away from the cola wars

  *    Even my body is advertising space
  The scraps of decency that cover my disgrace

  Too many words, too many lies, too many seeds, too many cries
  Too many thoughts, too many times, too many times

  Live in the middle of a million lives
  You want it all and hate every minute
  The blinding lights
  Are in your mind
  To stay
  Don’t lose your grip on that wineglass
  Just a little more
  Just a little more

• 09 - Motorbyckle

  I read Bob’s book so well
  So many times
  And here we are
  The edge of the world isn’t so far
  I’ve got an old machine
  40,000 miles by the numbers
  Just the numbers
  And here we are
  Trust in the motorcycle star
  We go through this old land
  Will you give me your hand

  We are heading into the sun
  Highway children laughing at all that we have done
  The hours go by with the broken line
  Tell me darling, do you like the wind
  How it sings in your head, go on, let it in
  Moving mountains is easy when you’re on the road
  On the road

  When we stop for a while
  Touch the warm earth and smile
  Cause here we are
  And the edge of the world isn’t so far
  Do you know where we’re going
  Does it really, really matter at all
  Cause here we are
  Trusting the motorcycle star
  We go through this old land
  Give me your hand

  We are heading into the sun
  Highway children laughing at all that we have done
  The hours go by with the broken line
  Tell me darling, do you like the wind
  How it sings in your head, go on, let it in
  Moving mountains is easy when you’re on the road
  On the road

• 10 - Intermission