mamamamamamax headroom

tarkovsky- the mirror

Paradjanov- shadows of forgotten ancestors

bauhaus shes in parties

cavaliers- steve harley/cockney rebel

nevermind the images, just listen



Make mine old time, or i'il spit in your eye
It's better than lying, anytime . . .
I'm horrified of modern times, I'm trying
Very hard to keep up my guard
Everything's becoming drag, we'd best be off
Escape the bad- could be very sad
Misery coming over me, I'm thinking about
Going blind and don't want to see.

Shift around this one-song town
Like a sparrow with a broken wing -feeling blue!!!
Terrified to step outside, it's so easy
To make a suicide come true
Masturbation-getting off; you can scoff
Your ideals offer nothing new!
I'm getting ready to run and hide,
Looking for a suitable bitch to crucify.

We're all beginqing to
Testify, testify-it's getting fierce
We're all beginning to testify,
Testify, to be cavaliers
How does it feel now you've testified?

Love to have God next to me with his
Hands around my throat in harmony
Take away the silver tray, fetch me water
God, give me strength, I'm in pain
Seeing, blow-job blues and boogaloos
Ten little niggers hooked on absinthe and daffodils
Telling tales of white gardinia,
Honky-tonking all the love that's in ya!

We're all beginqing to
Testify, testify-it's getting fierce
We're all beginning to testify,
Testify, to be cavaliers
How does it feel now you've testified?

Long-tailed coat, a silly joke; they drink
Like men then see them choke on coca-cola
Morgue-like iips and waitress tips and you
Shuffle around on your sabrina hips
Make mine old time or I'll spit in your eye
It's better than lying-anytime
Horrified to step outside, trying very
Hard to keep up my guard.

We're all beginqing to
Testify, testify-it's getting fierce
We're all beginning to testify,
Testify, to be cavaliers
How does it feel now you've testified?

born to run fucking great

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

the chauffeur live

cant find a good version of the superb ian emes video. one of the best videos i know

rip daul kim