Dance On Vaseline

I'm taking back the knowledge

I'm taking back the gentleness

 I'm taking back the ritual

I'm giving in to sweetness

 Come preacherman,

shoot me with your poisoned arrow

But I dance on Vaseline

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution

You don't let the music in

 I'm taking back the children

I'm taking back the ceremony

I'm taking back my offerings

And I'm taking back what you mean to me

 You're dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow But I dance on Vaseline

And I'm slipping out

I'm working on a revolution

Don't let the music in

 And war is all around us

Your Gods are dead and buried underground

I was a silly putty

Your big ideas are useless to me now

 My baby saw the future

She doesn't wanna live it anymore

Its lousy science-fiction

It's on your skin and seeps into your bones

 Come preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow

I dance on Vaseline 

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 

Don't let day begin 

And you're dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow 

But I dance on Vaseline 

And I'm slipping out working on a revolution 

 

Don't let the music in It started in Oklahoma 

You always think it happens somewhere else 

This madness is attractive 

Until the day it happens to yourself 

And power might seem sexy 

But check her in the cool grey light of dawn 

 

A legislative body 

And all at once your lust for her is gone 

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 

Don't let the day begin 

We'll turn you down time to time for evolution 

Don't let the music in 

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 

Don't let the day begin 

We'll turn you down, make a time for evolution 

Don't let the day begin

David Byrne & Morcheeba

Small Town

You feel frozen

But you've been chosen

You lay there drunken

Your dreams seem sunken

Your world's a small one

And you break the rules

You're one big fish

In a bowl of fools

Tired of serving up your town

Tired of wearing that crown

Tired of sliding up and down

Tired of being you

Your work's no future

Your girl don't suit you

Your bar won't serve you

You have no nerve to

Make a break

From this sad old school

Across the lake

Lies a place that's cool

Run, you got a place to go

Run, you got a boat to row

Run, you got a face to show

Run while you can

The high street's sleeping

As Friday's creeping

The shops are open

But their minds are closed

How's it going?

But it's not their concern

They're talking stuff about you

That you never learn

Smile, you're on your own

Smile, 'cause you've outgrown

Smile, you lost your home

Smile to yourself

Morcheeba

Gold chair

  

 I'm not asking you stay forever

A few numbers on a dial

Long enough to see the sun down

Long enough to slow it down

Take hold of your pain

Let it fly

There's no shame

Stand still

This time

Close the door

For a moment you are mine

Morcheeba