Small Girls Talk A Lot (S.Simon) People walk outside my window People talk outside my window People love outside my window People hate outside my window Sometimes I wonder what's it all about Talking much too fast and too loud Baby, what's wrong with you ? Baby, the lights have changed for you People lie outside my window People cry outside my window People fly outside my window People die outside my window Sometimes I wonder what's it all about ? Talking much too fast and too loud Baby, don't you really know ? Baby, small girls talk a lot Bridge Baby, what's wrong with you ? Baby, the lights have changed for you Baby, don't you really know ? Baby small girls talk a lot

Star (S.Simon) Every word you say is full of crap Pretend to know where it's at But you're a liar, oh not a star You're a liar, oh not a star Transparent lies all you praise Heard it all before in same old ways But you're a liar, oh not a star You're a liar, oh not a star Everybody knows the tunes you slay There's nothing new in the shit you play Liar, oh not a star Liar, oh not a star Think that you're hip from the start But my rhyme will close, you're just a fart Just a liar, not a star Just a liar, a boring fart

Mary Jane (S.Simon) Mary Jane's got a splendid game Everyday she choose a new name Change the style and the colour of her hair Why should she care 'bout the people who stand and stare Her dress is made of London Times Wrapped in paper waste, she's ready to chime In on talks that no one will share Why should she care 'bout the people who stand and stare ? Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Jane Playin' hide and seek in the rain The oher day I missed her scene The same today nowhere to be seen Just a nothing in a lonely dream ? Why should she care 'bout the people who stand and stare ? Mary... quite charming solo passage in semi-arabian style repeat first verse and modified chorus

By Numbers (S.Simon) First seconds then minutes A game of ours to daze For ages and ages On all counts Endlessly Waste your time on same old things You wait and see what tomorrow brings The daily noose winding 'round and 'round And it brings you further down Solid ground, solid ground The solid ground of your breakfast-plate Is plastered with important dates Like when it's time to go the loo Count again the tiles 'til you're through Skyblue, skyblue Do you really know what you always do ? Do you really know what it's like to be ? Do you draw the lines at all your points ? Do you end life by numbers ? First seconds then minutes, A game of ours to daze, For ages and ages, On all counts, Endlessly... Skyblue once, but fade to grey For twenty years camp holidays Near the Atlantic Sea in Western France The bingo-hall's put you in a trance You're making friends, making friends Making friends is out of reach You're known to be a boring peach Wasting time on same old things Heaven helps a fool to shrienk Makes me think, makes me think Do you really know what you always do ? Do you really know what it's like to be ? Do you draw the lines at all you're points ? Do you end life by numbers ?

Not To Sirius (S.Simon) A stupid joke explode in my brain Teardrop on fire got salty flames Burning like a gas-can Faster than my shadow gets a tan Bursting out in tears of joy, I roll on the floor Who are all those big-eyed beans I see ? Have I accidently found a galaxy Where happiness is public enemy No.1 ? But why should I care, I'm havin' fun Bursting out in tears of joy, roll out another one Bounce, up and down, jump in the sky, day and night Night and day, I fool the games, that you play, all the time Explosive words of gas tend to burn Another green bean face, who has to learn What stupidity causes in the end My shadows fartin' faster than you can Bursting out in tears of joy, roll out another one Bounce, up and down, jump in the sky, day and night Night and day, I fool the games, that you play All the time All the time All the time All the time

Modelled Right (S.Simon) Julie's got some lovely dollsinside her silver bag Each one's got a different name engraved on it's head It's alright, right, right, right, right for you It's alright, right, right, right, right for you Sometimes there are mojo-pins stuck inside one's heart The other day my best friend Chuck, well he burnt in his car It's alright, right, right, right, right for you It's alright, right, right, right, right for you Burn, Baby burn, Baby burn Burn, Baby burn, Baby burn I'd better not told my Doc about feelin' not quite well 'Cause livin' in this looney-bin, is my place to dwell It's alright... "rediculous eargoggle attack under Stromsteve's command" Well I get my special food and Julie's been gone But if you listen close enough, I can hear her sing along It's alright... Burn, Baby burn...

Peppermint Cheesecake (S.Simon) High up in the evening sky, right below the moon I swear I saw a fool's parade, moving through the blue All sat on white ponies paaler than snow-geese And sailing on cloudy boats, torn by the breeze Please, smile and say cheese, show me your teeth If you'd like to be... Listen, can you tell me, who's the stranger in the night This little big-eyed buddy or Frank dressed in white ? Believe in all my fairy-tales, that's alright with you Weird things happen all the time and they love you too Please, smile and say cheese, show me your teeth If you'd like to be my friend tonight, until the morning Comes again and we'll be yawning And taste some lovely peppermint again, again... Again the sun rises, keep turning in space For some more billion years, after we've left this place Maybe we'll make our way onboard a rocket-ship If you'd only be so kind, I'd like to paint your trip Please, smile and say cheese, show me your teeth If you'd like to be my friend tonight, until the morning Comes again and we'll be yawning And taste some lovely peppermint again Be my friend until the morning Comes again and we'll be yawning And taste some lovely peppermint again

Stumbling (S.Simon) There's an old wooden house in the street The paint is peeled and overgrown with weeds But an old lady is still living there Brushing all day long her coloured hair Well, her mirror isn't charming anymore Reflects her how she is, not years before Several make-up layers upon her face Can't bring back the beauty and her grace Up in Hollywood Hills She's got time to kill She can't stand the light Burning herinside Shadows 'round her eyes stay like close friends Who won't dare to say: you're looking grand Dry bloodred roses are turning black Life's got no chance of coming back Up in Hollywood Hills She's got time to kill She can't stand no light Burning her inside Yesterday I saw her on the screen A Hitchcock femme fatale all dressed in green A weird mad man in black twisted her soul Living dead's can't change their stumbling role Stumbling role...

Green Sun (S.Simon) Inside your mind you try to find A deeper meaning of your kind And while searching your inner glow You'd better listen, how the wind blows A storm is coming up, but not in your coffee-cup Position No. 49 Meditate in front of your shrine Burn incense and ding a dong Do you listen to the wind's song The eyes of hurricanes won't leave you the same Hello my green sun in the wide white sky Yell out your scream sun in the white, white light Paralized in paradise The naked truth blinds your eyes Flaming sword shows you the way Snakes and ladders 'til your dying day Along the beaten path, watch all the signs you pass How many angels on a pin-top Will take a seat to watch you sob While you ignore their silent mourn Is it important how your bits are torn ? Beware the seeds you sow and all the fruits you grow Hello my green son in the wide white sky Mellow my green son, right rite in time

Heads For The Crowd (S.Simon) Follow me thru' history, read between the lines What was there that is still here, ever all the time Galleries present the dead in glorious lights But look at the shadowing, the sardonic smiles Who will it be this time ? Who will it be this time ? Dukes and lords, kings and queens, popes in red robes They all loved the pain of man, nailes to the cross Unbelievable crimes were done to reach a bloody high Slaughter's just a game of lust, justified by might Who will it be this time ? Who will it be this time ? Execution a killing-fair, let it all hang out Sighing: who's next in line ? Heads for the crowd

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