SARCASTALITES

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THE REAL THING

I want the real thing, I want the real thing
I want the real thing, I want it

On the look out for original copies
Of 'The World of Null A.'
Carpet samples from the hotel lobbies
Where my heroes all stay.
A collector knows a replica
So follow my lead to the authentic one
It’s a miracle

I want the real thing, I want the real thing
I want the real thing, I want it
On the look out for the a-ha moment
That begins the whole thing
I’ll show you where your idol eats his donut
Fingerprints at the scene
A collector knows a replica
Its 'je ne sais quoi' cannot awaken one
Like the Original

I want the real thing, I want the real thing
I want the real thing, I want it
(Want it want it want it want it want it)

Don’t want it if it ain’t got the GATTACA traces
Don’t need anymore of your inadequate phrases
Don’t want it…

We want the real thing, we want the real thing
We want the real thing, we want it


A collector knows a replica!

SAND

I may have held the interview
I may have dropped a ball or two
I may have given you the price right down the dime
(I’m way off tune)

I may have shared my point of view
I may have dropped a bomb on you
I may have given you a year or day or time
(Time heals all wounds)

Look at me take the heat
Take it like a man
Look at me shake the heat
Head stuck in the sand
Don’t you wanna shake my hand?

I must have made a fine debut
I hope that I can live up to
But looking back at everything I said I’d do

Look at me take the heat
Take it like a man
Look at me shake the heat
Head stuck in the sand
Don’t you wanna shake my hand?

Don’t you wanna, don’t you wanna shake my hand?

Keep your head in the sand
Keep on dropping the ball

If you're gonna keep your head in the sand
Then you’re gonna keep on dropping the ball

Head stuck in the sand

PARTY PEOPLE

I gave out my number to the world without shame
Made sure everybody’d seen my face and knew my name
Many hands were shaken and it’s taken an eternity

But I don’t know the party people
And the party people don’t know me

Should’ve stopped to ask myself if I was having fun
Strictly undiscerning I would talk to anyone
Ending up just standing on a landing overlooking a tree

‘Cause I don’t know the party people
And the party people don’t know me
Hey now – another day without a single missed call
Hey now – dancing myself at the silent disco
My own private disco, oh oh

‘Cause I don’t know the party people

I don’t know the party people

I said, I don’t know the party people
And the party people don’t know me

And if they come a-knockin’, door’s a-lockin’ and they ain’t got the key

‘Cause I don’t know the party people
If the party people don’t know me

I don’t know the party people
If the party people don’t know me

ADVICE

She loves to give advice but she gives terrible advice
She’ll give it to you once then she’ll give it to you twice
The first time it comes free but the second time it’s double price
She gives terrible advice.

She wants to hold your hand everywhere you go
To teach you all the things that she thinks that you don’t know
School you when you’re “wrong” ‘cause she says you had to grow
But she gives terrible advice

Terrible

She gives terrible advice

She’s boring, obsessive, highly insecure
Annoying, aggressive, and one thing is for sure
She takes it out on everyone by spouting even more of
Her unbearable advice
She gives terrible advice.

She gives terrible advice.

Terrible

She gives terrible advice
Terrible advice

She gives terrible advice.

Terrible

Terrible advice
Terrible advice

EARTH IS FOR FRIENDS,
SPACES IS FOR STRANGERS

Here on the ground, micro-exchanges
Just look around and you’ll find spaces for strangers

Subways and planes, sitting next to new flames
Elbows and knees, birds and the bees

When we’re together, living social pressure
But just you wait till there is space

Earth is for friends and space…
Space is for strangers

Orbiting near, implementing landing gear –
3, 2, 1
Resting your head, I’ll tell you when

Earth is for friends and space…
Space is for strangers

Here on the ground, micro-exchanges
Just look around and you’ll find spaces for strangers

Earth is for friends and space…
Space is for strangers

STRANGE NOSTALGIA

I distinctly remember
A strange nostalgia came over me the first time I listened to Yes

I could see the clouds that we would have seen passing by
On long summer days spent listening to Yes

Ecstatic yet sore
To think that this had passed me by
Those long summer days spent listening to Yes

Drop the needle now
Drop the needle now

On the porch with bare feet and the smell in the air is sweet
And something is sparkling yellow or green

And your neighbour’s gone. He’s taking a trip so his front lawn
Is the longest that we’ve ever seen

Drop the needle now
Drop the needle now

Time played a trick on me
For a moment I couldn’t see
Those long summer days spent listening to Yes

Were yet to come

Another year, another year
And now they’re here
And now they’re here

We’re watching clouds
And the smell in the air is sweet

THREE DEGREES

Three degrees
Three degrees of separation
From the red queen and the candidate

Three degrees
Is all it can ever be
For a little black sheep
An apostate

Three degrees
My own but not my own
My own but not my own

Commentary, admiration
Of your soulful contemplation
My description’s just narration of the way you’ve set the tone

For my fancy captured, my boredom raptured
Arm’s-length annotation
Is the crux of my vocation

My own but not my own
My own but not my own

Three degrees
Three degrees of separation
From the red queen and the candidate
And I’m afraid that it’s a little late
For playing hard to get on first name basis games

JUNKYARD DISCO

The crown is yours...

You got the feeling that you've been here before
On the ceiling and you can't find the floor
Piling up and what remains to be seen:
Who'll be voted this year's junkyard queen

Gotta get it out the door.
Gotta get it out the door.
Gotta get it out the door.
Gotta get it out the door.

The crown is yours.

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