And Now- Bob Geldof

SEX, AGE & DEATH

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ONE FOR ME

You're a lotta laughs ain't you babe
You cracked me up
I laughed so much
I nearly died
It's so funny I was weeping
Cried so hard
I nearly split my side

I watched you laughing on the TV
I don't get it said the kindly host
But there are many here among us
Who feel the sight is but a joke

Your imagination's running riot
Sometimes I swear you believe what you say
No-one seems to notice it's the same joke
It's just told in a thousand different ways

And I can't wait to read the new ones
Yeah the comedy just gets better every day
You're a lotta laughs ain't you baby
It's funny how it all turned out that way

You should have known better
It's not for you
This one's for me

I saw a picture of you grinning
Yeah that smirk covered your entire face
It almost split your head in two
I hear you sold it to OK

Sell a photo of you laughing
The more you hoot the more they pay
You don't even need to get your clothes off anymore
You're a bit too old for that stuff now anyway

Somebody saw you at the party
You did the one where you're falling flat on your face
You had the whole place cracking up in stitches
Apparently you fall with such good grace

And the teenage clothes and see-through sizes
The mutton dished up on the Sunday plate
Is now the lamb in Ghostly guises
It's all done in the best of taste

You should have known better
It's not for you
This one's for me

$6,000,000 LOSER

Take my head and fuck with it
Put it back again
We've got the technology
Put it back again
The $6,000,000 loser
Rides again

A very old friend

Hey baby are you up for pumping
Hey baby let's go bumping
Hey baby are you up for humping
Hey baby let's go jumping
Cos I . . . .
Oh I . . . .

PALE WHITE GIRLS

Pale white girls
Look for love
Pale white bodies
Stretch for love

Scratching the flesh
Scraping of bones
Limbs that are trembling babe
For something to hold

Languid and liquid
Well maybe I'll stay
Marbled and ghostly girls
Take me away

Your mouth on my body
In this tall room
Crushed, bruised and crimson
Lit by the moon
The fluorescent moon

Sacred those hours
Away from the storm
Wrenched from the deepest pits
Crying "Reborn, Reborn, Reborn"

And I will not follow
And I will not lead
Your permissions to bleed
Have been guaranteed
By the one
Whose approval you seek

Pale white girls
Scratch for love
Pale white bodies
Stretch for love

The crucifix stares
>From its hip-cocked heights
But I hold the secrets now
Velvet the night
Velvet the night

And I will not follow
Why waste my time
My permission to bleed
Has been guaranteed
By the one
Whose approval you need

THE NEW ROUTINE

Sink with me beneath the waves
Drowning not waving
Stay a little
Dream a while
On loving and being loved

Brilliant shafts of chemical light
Pierce the gloom
Turn on the night
Talk to me a while
On loving and being loved
Whatja have to do to get a drink here
Whatja have to do to get a drink

Trip down to the great unconscious
Lose yourself feel slightly nauseous
Past nowhere, nothing
And the void between them
It's red and gold and orange too
This underwater's much too blue
Silent silver jellyfish sail passed you

The cushion's soft, the fire's warm
The candle burns
This feels like home
I fall into your arms
Almost happy

It's not exactly Ovaltine
But welcome to the new routine
Whatja have to do to get a drink here

MUDSLIDE

Dog days fall
Without saying anything
Razzing round your head
Like unwanted flies
One day I'll get it together
And buy one of those
Electric blue fly killer things
Mount it on the kitchen wall over there
And watch 'em fry (wouldn't you?)
Watch 'em die (couldn't you?)
Pass the time (shouldn't you?)
And you did. . .didn't you?

Baby, baby love falls away
Floats away
Melts into the April air
Summer's coming
I caught it on the hill
Over-ripe already
Still unfilled (wouldn't you?)
Unfulfilled (couldn't you?)
Still unstilled (shouldn't you?)
And didn't you?

Here we all are
Sitting on a mudslide
Are you on my side
Or are you on the other side's side
Here we all are
Standing in a minefield
How does your mind feel?
Standing in my field?

Hey Adrian, I've been dreaming of deserts again
Crocodiles of weeping children
Pass as slow as the sky
Their eyes the only source of water
For two thousand miles
What does it all mean?
I wake up and I swat the night
But everything's so dusty
So empty
So arid (wouldn't you?)
So dry (couldn't you?)
But you did, didn't you?
Didn't you?

MIND IN POCKET

Say what you want

Stuffed air, muggy, thunderous July
Snatches of human drum 'n' bass rolling by
Noise intrudes into my interesting mood
Over half-read books
And half-eaten food
Upstairs they're staging the usual riot
But I'd prefer it to the silence
I'm more afraid of quiet
I need the cities shrieks
This night of urban charms
There's people on the street
Dancing to their car alarms

Put your mind in your pocket
Put your pocket
Where your mouth should be

Talk to a totally nude girl for a dollar
I'm in a topless mood
But my dick can't be bothered
I want to speak to a fully clothed person
For free I think
But I'm not really certain

MY BIRTHDAY SUIT

I meant to say
I thought you knew
I always prayed
For me and you
The birthday suit
In which I was born
Is torn and frayed
Is ripped and worn
Never mind

And everything we've been
Has been undone
And everything we did
Is been and gone
And left unsung

I meant to say
I thought you knew
I always prayed
For me and you
But never mind
It doesn't matter now

SCREAM IN VAIN

Money in my pocket down at Scream In Vain
Come on
Lambs led to the slaughter
They cut you in second down at Scream In Vain
Come on
Lambs led to the slaughter

Sweet Yams in the fields of Harbo
Made me feel better
They took the straw from off the roof
To make the fire catch as it should
They boil the water and they cook the roots
For them it's new
For me old fruits
But more precious now than it's ever been
We share the food in the noonday heat
Sweet Yams in the fields of Harbo
The mountains roll
Green on green
The mountains roll
Green on green

INSIDE YOUR HEAD

You got the gold
I got the lead
What the fuck's going on
Inside your head

You got the juice
You left me the dregs
What the fuck's going on
Inside your head

Must it always
Come to this
Someone out there
Must be taking the piss
Does it always have to
Turn to shit
Someone out there's
Seriously taking the piss

You got the view
I got the ledge
What the fuck's going on
Inside your head
You got the palace
You left me the shed
What the fuck's going on
Inside your head

You got a life
You left me for dead
What the fuck's going on
Inside your head
So why put a noose
Around your neck
What the fuck's going on
Inside your head

10:15

Jeanne saved my soul
Again last night
She bathed me in love
She told me I was beautiful
And I made her come a lot
She made me special perfumed tea
Went and bought patisserie
Put on music. . . . Bob Marley
Lay me back
And fed me

She read a poem by Baudelaire
Sitting naked in a chair
Her perfume filled the holy air
And eased my tired heart
She lit a fire later on
Put her bra and panties on
I watched her as her beauty shone
And filled my empty soul

And though I did my best and tried
Sadness claimed me and I cried
She wiped the wetness from my eyes
Being kind
She said she didn't mind
She drew a bath and washed me clean
Then kneeling took me by degrees
She held me till I went to sleep
Then put me on the 10:15

God you work in wondrous ways
Bless this girl for all her days
And when I'm old and tired and grey
I'll think of this day
Smiling

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