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Skunkworks
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Skunkworks
Singles & Bonus Tracks |
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(C. Dale)
Back from the edge, SINGLE 2
Hello! Well I've studied Greenwich Meantime and its different from CET But in Europe we're all in line and that's no big problem for me, ha, ha But over in the USA, while we're all having our tea They're maybe just getting dressed, well that's no way to be. Americans are behind (x4) Well I called them on the telephone during office hours I'd spoken to their answerphone, some silly mumbling cow She said "I'm sorry we're not open yet but have a nice day" But it's gone noon, they're still in bed they're far behind in the USA Americans are behind (x4) Good Lord, can't you hurry up Americans are behind Americans, get a move on now! Good God, ?? Hardly dressed, get that thing inside your trousers, how dare you! SOLO At the third stroke we will all have a jolly good time... At the third stroke, at the fourth stroke, it will be... the fifth stroke and the sixth stroke... oh, dear! Americans are behind (x6) Precisely...
(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Back from the edge, SINGLE 1
You want a toy, you wanna go from your armchair things you know Secret plans, conspiracy, little people all around You curse love, you curse hate, your curse you life, you curse your fate Whatever you can be If only you could learn (x2) Narrow-vision, that's the way, you find it helps you through the day Too many reasons to believe, no time to understand The clock is ticking like bomb, subversive ? ? going on Your only certainty If only you could learn (x2) If only, If only, If only, If only, if only you could learn CHORUS: Victim gravel on your knees Victim of your own disease Make my day, why don't ya? From your armchair, you're a hero SOLO If only you could learn (x2) If only, If only, If only, If only, if only you could learn REPEAT CHORUS Screaming beauty, suicide So cynical, you never tried To understand the reasons From your armchair you're a hero If only you could learn (x2) If only, If only, If only, If only, if only you could learn
(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Back from the edge, SINGLE 1
Yeah, standing by the three kings and I thought I saw a star [mumble] I could smell the holy spirit, it was coming from the bar [mumble] CHORUS: It's magic they said, back from the dead It's not Christmas yet, God's not coming back [mumble] God's not coming back [mumble] You turn my water into wine, you fix my table, it's just fine Two ton rocks he rolled away, Lepers cured every Sunday ["OK, goodnight, thank you very much, be back next Sunday, alright?"] REPEAT CHORUS SOLO Hanging with Magdalene He never dug the little queen ["She's a little stunner, you know what I mean?"] You look like Ian Gillan but I bet you couldn't scream Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!! REPEAT CHORUS God's not coming back (x3) Oh well...
(C. Dale)
Back from the edge, 7" Pic disc
CHORUS: I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap He just cooks pasta, always faster He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits And when he plays his drums it sounds like this REPEAT CHORUS He's really Italian, hung like a stallion He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss And when he plays his drums it sounds like this REPEAT CHORUS "The characters described in this song are fictitious and any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional" The characters described in this song are fictious and, in comparison what he lives for ?? ?? and order is purely incidental and unintentional REPEAT CHORUS He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits when he plays his drums... ...do you know someone like this I'm in a band with an Italian drummer I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity) You know, son... It's like this you see. We went down the pub one night and he said... ?? geezer ??? on the pub ??? that's when we gave him a fucking saxophone and he ?? to use it, a fucking trumpet Fucking ??, you know, aye, you know, aye so we got rid of this saxophone player and put this drummer on stage and I was a stunned really there's nothing we can do about it really I'm in a band, in a band, in a band...
"Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye?
Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' come se metti del
peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero.
E poi c'era una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo
ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo.
Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?!
E te l'ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo
ragazzo straniero.
...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!
Andate a 'fanculo !!!"
(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Back from the edge, SINGLE 2
Don't start it, what you say to me and what you see it's not for sale I'm a cold starter, don't you hang your hat on my peg pin, your big red heart on my shirt tail I'm coldhearted, I'm mean and bad and virtuous and every bad thing I could ever be Tried to be careful, say I'd never do that again It's on the tip of my tounge and sometimes it just falls out wrong It's not the thing I meant to do It's not the place I want to be Guess I'll keep on walking, baby, motown's gonna give me some clue... of what to do Can I travel on the sunny side when I think of where to hang my feet and what to do You'd better watch out how you drive that thing Been a long time since the spider's done its dancing in the rain Tried a little shuffle but I never had the chance to move Try a different tune
(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Back from the edge, SINGLE 2
Say goodbye to earth's children on a sleigh ride to the moon Blue and white in the distance, not sorry I'm leaving you Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Now and then the darkside fills the sky Turn around the starlight warms my skin Even in the blackness there's a tune Now that I'm not with you I close my eyes and dream Remember all my days as a prisoner of gravity I left a piece of history and the future has begun Sat here with my feet hung up and nowhere is my home Now and then the earthrise fills my dreams Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight warms my skin Every day in the blackness we begin ...again SOLO Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight warms my skin Every day in the blackness we begin Welcome back to the human race so very far from home I know I should be lonely but there's too much going on I left this ball of sadness when the fighting had begun To leave behind your mayhem, your chemistry ?are free? Oh!
(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Back from the edge, SINGLE 1
You don't know your jailer, like you, he's never been free He looks just like you, doesn't he? He's got no sense of his own reward Who needs freedom anyway when you've got your golden cage? What I call isolation you might call a passion play (yeah) CHORUS: How long have you been here? You really can't say How long will you stay, who cares anyway? It's a rescue day (x3) Hey, hey, hey, hey What's the use in fighting battles that you can't lose You're here by an invitation another's mad refuse Escape is a temptation but it's much too tough to choose That's why I'm standing out here, that's why I'm waiting out here REPEAT CHORUS It's a rescue day, another rescue day It's a rescue day, Hey, hey, hey, hey SOLO You build walls to keep me out or maybe to keep you in Which ever jail you choose right now your house is not your friend (yeah) REPEAT CHORUS It's a rescue day, another rescue day It's a rescue day, Hey, hey, hey, hey Rescue day (x2)
