Panorama
Album - 12 agosto 1980 - Debaser id 30794

I'm gonna get what's coming to me
no surprises, no impressions
hey, what's a wrong with you tonight
just sittin' on your can can
doin' the panoram

with nothin' to contemplate
with nothin' to search for
with nothin' to integrate
with nothin' to do
'cept think about you
with nothin' to do
'cept fall for blue

I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)
I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)

I'm gonna to take what's comin' to me
no entanglements, and no compromise
hey get the picture, I'm on my knees
lookin' at your hot shot
turnin' down your offer

well I'm rippin' it up
I'm lookin' awa-ay
I'm pullin' my flag up
'cause I'm miles away
with nothin' to do
'cept think about you-ou yeah

I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)
well, I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)

I'm gonna to find my way out of here
no pushing the buttons, no deals with daddy-o
I'm gonna to get myself in trouble
gonna take my chances
if I break your bubble

well I'm rippin' it up
I'm lookin' away
I'm pullin' my flag up
'cause I'm miles away
with nothin' to do
'cept, think about you

I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)
said, I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)
well I just wanna be in, I just wanna be in
(panorama)
I just wanna, I just wanna be in your panorama
(panorama)
[repeat]

I wanna shake like Liguardia
magic mouth in the sun
train ride to the courtyard
before you can run
down at the end of Lonely Street
where no one takes a walk
someone lyin' at your feet
and someone's gettin' off

just gimme some slack, yeah
just gimme some slack
just gimme, slack
that's all I want is slack

the seven floors of walkup
the odor musted cracks
and the peeping keyhole introverts
with the monkeys on their backs

and the rooftops strung with frauleins
the pastel pinned up sails
the eighteen color roses
against your face so pale

a just gimme some slack, that's right
uh gimme some slack
gimme, slack, oo yeah
all I want is slack

I wanna float like Euripides
all visions intact
I'm alright with Fellini fiends
a trippin' over the track

down at the end of L-onely Street
where no one takes a chance
someone's in the cheap light
someone wants to dance

just gimme some slack, that's right
all I want is slack
oh, gimme, slack
all I want is slack

gimme, slack
slack
slack
sssslack
slack
[unintelligible]slack

It's my party, you can come
It's my party, have some fun
It's my dream, have a laugh
It's my life, have a half

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Don't tell me no

It's my transition, it's my play
It's my phone call to betray
It's my hopscotch, light the torch
It's my downtime, feel the scorch

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It's my ambition, it's my joke
It's my teardrop, emotional smoke
It's my mercy, it's my plan
I want to go to futureland

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I don't want to be your party doll
All flaked out in Tinsel Town
Circus mouth shooting all directions
With TV ads that sell erections

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I got no clue what they want to do with you
It's just getting through, getting through to you

Living outside the misdemeanor
Some get lost and some are screamers
It's easy to tell the great pretender
Broken wings and flip top fenders

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I don't want to be your suffering box
Argue art or untie your knots
I don't want to be your bad connection
Or fit into your reality vision

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I'm comin' around
I want you to come
I'm comin' arou-ound
just for the fun

havin' a real time
just taking what's not mine
and I'm doin' what I want to do

that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
(runnin' to you)
that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
that's (runnin' to you) runnin' to you

you're lookin' for someone
maniacal shots
you're lookin' for someone
all over the top

I'm havin' a real time
just reading your head-line
and I'm doin' just what I want to do

that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
(runnin' to you) runnin' to you
that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
(runnin' to you)

you're hopin' for someone
that fits in the plan
you're hopin' for someone
two in the hand

havin' a real time
just taking what's not mine
and I'm doin' what I like to do

that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
(runnin' to you)
a runnin' a runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)

uh that's runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
(runnin' to you) runnin' to you
(runnin' to you) runnin' runnin' runnin' to you
runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)

I like runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
(runnin' to you) runnin' runnin' to you
(runnin' to you)
I like runnin' to you
(runnin' to you) runnin' runnin' runnin' to you

Do you have to be so hard to get
Especially with those emerald eyes
You might have been a neon lover
But you didn't have to advertise

Well come on, well come on
You might have been a crackshot shooter
Hung up on your figurine
Under the cold and darkly sky
You're the only light I've seen

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Well come on, well come on
And it happens everytime
I'm still hanging on the line
Don't want to go up and down

You don't have to be so touch
I'll tell you when I've had enough
You don't have to reek with charm
You won't have to twist my arm
Well come on, well come on

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