Fashion Nugget
Album - 17 settembre 1996 - Debaser id 15405

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.

While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather",
The flies and spiders get along together.
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

Beyond the suns that guard this roost,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truth,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns...

An old man sits, collecting stamps
In a room all filled with chinese lamps.
He saves what others throw away;
He says that he'll be rich someday.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.

While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather",
The flies and spiders get along together;
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes; the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup

They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up, and they get out of town
The arena is empty, except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns

He's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance
Ahh ahh

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no line
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force

In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade
'Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns

'Cause he's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance
He's going for speed
He's going the distance
Ahh ahh

To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word,
That I heard.
Call me morbid or absurd,
But to me,
Coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word

To me,
Coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard,
Call me morbid or absurd,
But to me,
Coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word

When I go fishing for the words,
I am wishing you would say to me,
I am really only praying that
The words you'll soon be saying
Might betray the way you feel about me.

But to me,
Coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.

She's writing, she's writing,
She's writing a novel.
She's writing, she's weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can't put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.
But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you've gotta write them all again.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.

But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you?

when you tried to kiss me
I only bit your tongue
when you tried to get me together
I only came undone
when you tried to tell me
the one for me was you
I was in your mattress back in 1982

Daria, I won't be soothed
Daria yeah, I won't soothed
over like smoothed
over like milk, silk,
a bedspread or a quilt,
iceing on a cake
or a serene translucent lake

Daria, Daria, yeah Daria
I won't be soothed
I won't be soothed

when you tried to tell me
of all the love you had
I was cleaning oil from beaches
seeing only what was bad
when you tried to feed me
I only shut my mouth
food got on your apron
and you told me to get out

Daria, I won't be soothed
Daria yeah, I won't soothed
over like smoothed
over like milk, silk,
a bedspread or a quilt,
iceing on a cake
or a serene translucent lake

Daria, Daria, Daria,
Daria yeah, Daria, yeah Daria yeah
I won't be soothed
I won't be soothed

At first I was afraid
I was petrified
I kept thinking I could never live without you
By my side
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you've done me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to get along

And so you're back
From outer space
I just walked in to find you
Here with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my fucking lock
I would have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me

''Chorus''
Oh now go,
Walk out the door
Just turn around
Now, you're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh not I,
I will survive
Yeah
As Long as I know how to love,
I know I'll be alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
I will survive,
I will survive
Yeah, yeah

[...]

It took all the strength I had
Just not to fall apart
I'm trying hard to mend the pieces
Of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry,
But now I hold my head up high

And you see me
With somebody new
I'm not that stupid little person
Still in love with you
And so you thought you'd just drop by
And you expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my lovin'
For someone who's lovin' me

''Chorus''
Oh now go,
Walk out the door
Just turn around
Now, you're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh not I,
I will survive
Yeah
As long as I know how to love,
I know I'll be alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
I will survive,
I will survive
Yeah, yeah
Oh no

Stickshifts and safetybelts,
Bucket seats have all got to go,
When we're driving
In the car,
It makes my baby seem so far.
I need you here with me,
Not way over in a bucket seat.
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat.

But when we're driving in my Malibou,
It's easy to get right next to you.
I say, "Baby, scoot over please,"
And then she's right there next to me.
I need you here with me,
Not way over in a bucket seat.
I need you to be here with me,
Not way over in a bucket seat.

Well, a lot of good cars,
Are Japanese.
But when we're driving far,
I need my baby, I need my baby
Next to me.

Well, stickshifts and safetybelts,
Bucket seats have all got to go,
When we're driving in the car,
It makes my baby seem so far.
I need you here with me,
Not way over in a bucket seat.
I need you to be here with me,
Not way over in a bucket seat.

You won't admit you love me
And so
How am I ever
To know
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

A million times I ask you
And then
I ask you over
Again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna' wind up
Being parted, broken hearted

So if you really love me
Say yes
But if you don't, dear,
Confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna' wind up
Being parted, broken hearted

So if you really love me
Say yes
But if you don't, dear,
Confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's raining outside.
You've nowhere to hide.
She's asking you
Why you think it's funny.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
She's leaving your house.
She had to get out.
She's mad,
And she'll take her mattress with her.

It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.

It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
You lie on the floor.
She's slamming your door.
She's gone,
And she's wearing your red sweater.

It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.
It's coming down.

heads of state who ride and wrangle
who look at your face from more than one angle
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
now heads of state who ride and wrangle
who look at your face from more than one angle
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets

shut the fuck ahhh
no shut the fuck up
right right learn to buck up
right shut the fuck up
now now learn to buck up

now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

shut the fuck ahhh
no shut the fuck up
right now learn to buck up
right shut the fuck up
learn to buck up

now simple feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smokey spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness than
sombre thoughts of burning planets
now clever feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smokey spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness than
sombre thoughts of burning planets

shut the fuck
oh right OK
shut the fuck
I don't wanna
shut the fuck
I don't wanna hear it
shut the fuck
thats right
shut the fuck
oh no OK
shut the fuck
I don't wanna

Last night I said to her
I didn't want to live inside a lie
If she wants him more than she wants me
Let this be
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
All day I wait and wait
To hear her footsteps on my walk-way
She never came
She never even called
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
Somehow I know
It won't last
Somehow I know
It won't last too long
(Instrumental part)
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me

She doesn't care
whether or not he's an island.
She doesn't care,
just as long as his ship's coming in.
She doesn't care
whether or not he's an island (oh no).
They laugh, they make money,
he's got a gold watch,
she's got a silk dress
and healthy breasts
that bounce
on his Italian leather sofa.

She doesn't care
whether or not he's a good man.
She doesn't care,
just as long as she still has her friends.
She doesn't care
whether or not he's an island.
They laugh, they make money,
he's got a gold watch,
she's got a silk dress,
and healthy breasts
that bounce
on his Italian leather sofa

INSTRUMENTAL

She's got a serrated edge
that she moves back and forth.
It's such a simple machine,
she doesn't have to use force.
When she gets what she wants,
she puts the rest on a tray
in a Ziploc bag..
(x2)

...in the freezer.
(ohh no)

She doesn't care
whether or not he's an island.
She doesn't care,
just as long as his ship's coming in.
(all right, here it comes, here it comes)
She doesn't care
whether or not he's an island.
They laugh, they make money,
he's got a gold watch,
she's got a silk dress,
and healthy breasts
that bounce
on his Italian leather sofa.

I'm writing a song all about you
A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it
'Cause no one will hear it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
I'll tell all about how you cheated
I'd like for the whole world to hear
I'd like to get even
With you 'cause you're leavin'
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
Though my record may say it
No one will play it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
Though my record may say it
No one will play it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year