Never for Ever

She wanted to test her husband.

She knew exactly what to do:

A pseudonym to fool him.

She couldn't have made a worse move.



She sent him scented letters,

And he received them with a strange delight.

Just like his wife

But how she was before the tears,

And how she was before the years flew by,

And how she was when she was beautiful.

She signed the letter



"All yours,

Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!

All yours,

Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"



She wanted to take it further,

So she arranged a place to go,

To see if he

Would fall for her incognito.

And when he laid eyes on her,

He got the feeling they had met before.

Uncanny how she

Reminds him of his little lady,

Capacity to give him all he needs,

Just like his wife before she freezed on him,

Just like his wife when she was beautiful.

He shouted out, "I'm



All yours,

Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!

All yours,

Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!

All yours,

Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!

Ooh, he's a moody old man.

Song of summer in his hand.

Ooh, he's a moody old man.

...in...in...in his hand.

...in his hand.

"Hmm."

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,

Delius,

Delius amat.

Syphilus,

Deus,

Genius, ooh.

To be sung of a summer night on the water.

Ooh, on the water.

"Ta, ta-ta!

Hmm.

Ta, ta-ta!

In B, Fenby!"

To be sung of a summer night on the water

Ooh, on the water.

One of the band told me last night

That music is all that hes got in his life.

So where does it go?

Surely not with his soul.

Will all of his licks and his rnb



Blow away?

Blow away

Blow away



Our engineer had a different idea

From people who nearly died but survived,

Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here,

And went to a room that was soon full of visitors.



Hello minnie, moony, vicious, vicious, buddy holly, sandy denny.

Please dont thump me,

Dont bump me,

Dont dump me back there.

Please dont thump me,

Dont bump me,

I want to stay here.



Put out the light, then, put out the light.

Vibes in the sky invite you to dine.**

Dust to dust,

Blow to blow.

Bolan and moony are heading the show tonight.



Hello minnie, moony, ("bill " [? ]), vicious, vicious,

Buddy holly, sandy denny.

Please dont thump me,

Dont bump me,

Dont dump me back there.

Please dont thump me,

Dont bump me,

I want to stay here.

Just look at your father

And you'll see how you took after him.

Me, I'm just another

Like my brothers

Of my mother's genes.



All they really want for you

Are the things they didn't do.

All they ever wanted--a little clue.

All they ever wanted--the truth.

All they ever wanted--a little bit of you.

All they ever wanted,

But they never did get.



The whims that we're weeping for

Our parents would be beaten for

Leave the breast

And then the nest

And then regret you ever left.



All we're really looking for

Is another open door.

All we ever look for--another womb.

All we ever look for--our own tomb.

All we ever look for--ooh, la lune.

All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too.

All we ever look for,

But we never do score.



All we ever look for--a god.

All we ever look for--ooh, a drug.

All we ever look for--a great big hug.

All we ever look for--a little bit of you.

All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too.

All we ever look for,

But we never do score.

Follow the nile

Deep to much deeper.

The pyramids sound lonely tonight.



The sands run red

In lands of the pharoahs.

Their symmetry gets right inside me.



I cannot stop to comfort them.

Im busy chasing up my demon.

I cannot stop to comfort them.

Im busy chasing up my demon.

Oh, Im in love

With egypt.



My pussy queen

Knows all my secrets.

Ill never fall in love again.

I drift with dunes.

I whisper of the tombs.

They offer me egyptian delights.



Shes got me with that feline guise,

Got me in those desert eyes.

Shes got me with that feline guise,

Got me in those desert eyes.

Oh Im in love

With Egypt.

No, I'll never give the hunt up,

And I won't muck it up.

Somehow this is it, I knew.

Maybe fate wants you dead, too

We've come together in the very same room,

And I'm coming for you!



Do you think I'd ever let ya

Get away with it, huh?

He swooned in warm maroon.

There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with doom.

You've made a wake of our honeymoon,

And I'm coming for you!



All of the headlines said passion crime

Newly weds groom shot dead

Mystery man. God help the bride

She's a widow, all in red,

With his red still wet. she said--



I'll put him on the wedding list!

I'll put him on the wedding list!

I'll get him and I will not miss.



Now, as I'm coming for you,

All I see is Rudi.

I die with him, again and again.

And I'll feel good in my revenge.

I'm gonna fill your head with lead

I'm coming for you!



And when it's all over you'll roll over

The butt of my gun:

One in your belly, and one for Rudi.

You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie.

Bang-bang--out! like an old cherootie,

I'm coming for you!



All of the headlines said passion crime:

Newly weds groom shot dead

Mystery man. God help the bride!

She's a widow, all in red,

With his red still wet. She sure--



Got him on the wedding list

I got him on the wedding list!

I got him and I did not miss.

I pinned him on the wedding list!



And after she shot the guy,

She committed suicide.

I'm coming, Rudi!

And later, when they analysed,

They found a little one inside.

It must have been Rudi's child.

I shot, I shot, I shot him honey!

Never mind, she got the guy.

He hit the ground, Rudi!

An eye for an eye.

Ashes to ashes...

Eye for an eye.

I hit him, hit him

Rudi!, Rudi!

I'm coming coming coming honey

Eye for an eye.

Rudi!

Four strings across the bridge

Ready to carry me over,

Over the quavers, drunk in the bars,

Out of the realm of the orchestra,

Out of the realm of the orchestra,

Filling me up with the shivers,

Filling me up wtiith the shivers and quivers,

Filling me up with the shivers.

Chorus

Get the Bow going, let it scream to me,

Violin, violin, violin.

Paganini, up the chimney,

Lord of the Dance with Nero and old Nicky,

Whack the Devil

Into my fiddlestick,

Give me the Banshees for B.V.'s,

Give me the Banshees for B.V.'s,

Jigging along with the fiddle, ooh Johnny,

Jigging along with the fiddle dee-dee,

Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee.

Chorus

Say good night-night

I tuck him in tight.

But things are not right.



What is this? an infant kiss

That sends my body tingling?



Ive never fallen for

A little boy before.

No control.



Just a kid and just at school.

Back home theyd call me dirty.

His little hand is on my heart.

Hes got me where it hurts me.

Knock, knock. whos there in this baby?

You know how to work me.



All my barriers are going.

Its starting to show.

Let go. let go. let go.



I cannot sit and let

Something happen I'll regret.

Ooh, he scares me!



There's a man behind those eyes.

I catch him when Im bending.



Ooh, how he frightens me

When they whisper privately.

(don't let go!)

Windy-wailey blows me.



Words of caress on their lips

That speak of adult love.



I want to smack but I hold back.

I only want to touch.



But I must stay and find a way

To stop before it gets too much!



All my barriers are going.

Its starting to show.

Let go. let go. let go.

(don't let go!)

"b.f.p.o.*"

Army dreamers.

"mammy's hero."

"b.f.p.o."

"mammy's hero."



Our little army boy

Is coming home from b.f.p.o.

I've a bunch of purple flowers

To decorate a mammy's hero.



Mourning in the aerodrome,

The weather warmer, he is colder.

Four men in uniform

To carry home my little soldier.



"what could he do?

Should have been a rock star."

But he didn't have the money for a guitar.

"what could he do?

Should have been a politician."

But he never had a proper education.

"what could he do?

Should have been a father."

But he never even made it to his twenties.

What a waste --

Army dreamers.

Ooh, what a waste of

Army dreamers.



Tears o'er a tin box.

Oh, jesus christ, he wasn't to know,

Like a chicken with a fox,

He couldn't win the war with ego.



Give the kid the pick of pips,

And give him all your stripes and ribbons.

Now he's sitting in his hole,

He might as well have buttons and bows.



"what could he do?

Should have been a rock star."

But he didn't have the money for a guitar.

"what could he do?

Should have been a politician."

But he never had a proper education.

"what could he do?

Should have been a father."

But he never even made it to his twenties.

What a waste --

Army dreamers.

Ooh, what a waste of

Army dreamers.

Ooh, what a waste of all that

Army dreamers,

Army dreamers,

Army dreamers, oh...



("b.f.p.o.")

Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...

Army dreamers.

Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...

("mammy's hero.")

("b.f.p.o.")

Army dreamers.

("mammy's hero.")

("b.f.p.o.")

No harm heroes.

("mammy's hero.")

("b.f.p.o.")

Army dreamers.

("mammy's hero.")

("b.f.p.o.")

No harm heroes.

Outside

Gets inside

Through her skin

I've been out before

But this time it's much safer in



Last night

In the sky

Such a bright light

My radar send me danger

But my instincts tell me to keep



Breathing

(Out, in, out, in, out, in...)

Breathing

Breathing my mother in

Breathing my beloved in

Breathing

Breathing her nicotine

Breathing

Breathing the fall-out in

Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in



We've lost our chance

We're the first and the last

After the blast

Chips of plutonium

Are twinkling in every lung



I love my

Beloved

All and everywhere

Only the fools blew it

You and me

Knew life itself is



Breathing,

(Out, in, out, in, out...)

Breathing

Breathing my mother in

Breathing my beloved in

Breathing

Breathing her nicotine

Breathing

Breathing the fall-out in

Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in

Out, in, out, in, out, in, out

(Out, out, out, out)



"In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method.

The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth,

Brighter even than the sun itself and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size of the weapon.

After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion,

And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognizable as the familiar "mushroom cloud".

As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb;

Then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb;

And finally, one of our very powerful, 'high-yield' bombs



(What are we going to do without)

Please

(What are we going to do without)

Let me breathe

(What are we going to do without)

Quick, breathe in deep

(We are all going to die without)

Leave me something to breathe

(What are we going to do without)

Leave me something to breathe

(We are all going to die without)

God, please leave us something to breathe

(What are we going to do without)

Oh, life is



Breathing