PASSENGERS
Original Soundtracks One
Slug
Don't want to lose my shirt
Don't want to dig the dirt
Don't want you to get hurt
Can't help it, I'm a flirt.
Don't want to take your drugs
Don't want to be your slug
Don't want to overdress
Don't want to make a mess
Don't want you to confess
Not under duress
Don't want to be unchained
I want to be with you.
Don't want to lose my nerve
Don't want to clothe the curve
Don't want to make you swerve
Don't want what I deserve
Don't want to change the frame
Don't want to feel your pain
Don't want to stay the same.
Your blue room
It's time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room
The
air is clean
Your skin is clear
I've had enough fun
Hanging 'round here
It's a different kind of conversation
In your blue room
Saw
me coming
In outside
Saw me coming
Somewhere I can hide
And
time is a string of pearls...
Your blue room
See the future just hanging there...
And you frame a new perspective
Looking down on my objectives
Your instructions
Whatever the directions
Your blue room
Saw
me coming
In outside
Saw me coming
Can you feel
It's
alright
Your
blue room
One
day I'll be back...
Your blue room
Yeah, I hope I remember
Where it's at...
Your blue room
We
see me slide
Won't you give me a home
So much for change
Zooming
in
Zooming out
Nothing I can't do without
A lense to see it all up close
Magnifying what no one knows
Never in company
Never alone
No car alarm
No cellular phone
A different kind of blue
Those cars
All new
So small
Down there
From here
So high
We drift
We fly
The twlight breaking through
A different kind of blue
More lights
Blue signs
More gold
More new
So small
So high
Down there
Tonight
With the twilight breaking through
It's a different kind of blue
The twilight breaking through
It's a different kind of blue
Miss Sarajevo
Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for cutting hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear
Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown
Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time for first communion
A time for East 17
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Is there time to be a beauty queen
Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown
Dici
che il fiume
Trova la via al mare
E come il fiume
Giungerai a me
Oltre i confini
E le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume
Come fiume...
L'amore giunger
L'amore...
E non so più pregare
E nell'amore non so più sperare
E quell'amore non so più aspettare
Is
there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze
Corpse (These chains are too long)
Hey, see you soon
Sail through your room
I'll meet you there
Hey, be my friend
Stay 'til the end
Don't walk away
Hey, hey, hey, hey...
Hey, take 'em off
Don't talk that way
Don't feel my lover say
Hey, hey, hey...
Chains move that thing
Chains we can see
My chains way too long
Chains in this
Chains move that thing
Chains we could see
Chains are way too long
And I hear my song
Hear my song
Elvis ate America
White trash, the memphis flash, didn't smoke hash
and woulda been a sissy without johnny cash
didn't dodge the draft
has his own aircraft
having a laugh on the lisa marie in a colour photograph
under the hood, cadillac blood, darling bud
flowered and returned to the mississipi mud
ain't gonna rot in a memphis plot
didn't hear the shot
but Dr. King died just across the lot from
vanilla ice cream, girls on 14, memphis spleen
shooting tvs
reading corinthians 13 Elvis, with god on his knees on three tvs
here come the killer bees
head full o' honey
the bumper stickers
the white knickers
the white nigger
ate at the burger and just kept getting bigger
sang to win the battle hymm
the battle to be slim
elvis ate america before america ate him
stamps, necromance, fans, psychophants,
the public enemy - don't mean shit to chuck d
changed the centre of gravity, made it slippy
hitler nixon christ mishima marcus jackson
the pelvis the psalmist the genius the generous
forgive us pray for us
aaron presley
elvis - ah ooh ho hoooo......