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here comes the rain again
the growing light telling me that its another day
another day without you my friend.
here comes the wind again
blowing through the walls
like thoughts through my heart.
here comes the black sky again
lookin like the future,
the future I gotta break out of.
here comes the night rain
another lonely night with no-one to tell the pain.
slippin away all I dream about
is another day
and you my friend.

its raining
tents leaking
no-one talking
somewhere else there's sun
and happy people
i'm going
will you come too?
give up your life
and run away
run to a place
where dreams are real.

i cant find nothing
nobody realise it
uhh,
cant find nothin
malls and cars
but
life...
cant find nothin.
clones around me
uhh,
cant find nothin.
images images images
nothing real
here reality is nothing
life beyond your image
uhh,
ignore being.
uhh,
cant find nothin
believe in it
trust me
buy me
I’m a dream
dream of everything
dreams...
uhh...
cant find nothin.

dont wanna be a rich boy
dont wanna be a poor boy
just wanna be free
dont wanna be a pretty face
dont wanna be an ugly face
just wanna be me
dont wanna be a normal man
dont wanna be a strange man
just wanna be


would you like to learn how to fly?
do you like to
how do you
fly?
strange
sunset
fly
can you swim fly
does it go?
or here, does it go?
do you like to learn how to fly?
weeeowwwwww
do you like to fly?
yeheherhehyehyehyerh
do you know how to how to
how to fly...
snow
smile now
heyeyheyeh
hey hey hey hey
eh hey hey yeahh.
I can fly.

met new people
had fun times
in this place
but its not for me anymore
i have to go
somewhere else
i dreamt of
ill miss you

tomorrow believin people
manana trustin magic
always moving
standing in the same place
all this talkin
and this discussin
but no-one's doin anythin
stand up and do it
fight time for your life
time happens
we are
world watchin
out far
to me, I am
you too
illusions of reality
through the red dawn
cloudy bright beachside sunsets amaze me
because they don't have to be
you too
if this is a dream,
if I wake up
I hope you exist.

walkin alone through the streets
my only life life my bag and my memories
noises hittin me like a dentists drill
sirens walkin runnin feet cars voices
see a light in the rain
it draws me in slowly
I trudge towards it
its been hours without a sitdown
a bit to eat
its a bright restaurant
with polished plate glass windows
a prison to keep me out
maybe to keep them in too
I look in, exhausted with my hands on the window
I press my face to the glass
The light must be lighting up my face out of the dark
drawing attention to me
I draw my face back instinctively
but not before you look up
stop eating, stop talking, listening
catch my eye with a mix of fear and shock
For a moment our two universes colide
before you quickly block me out
as too dangerous a challenge.
So I turn back to the wet street
with a sad feeling in my throat
Maybe that would’ve been my life,
but although I dont like mine too much now,
I prefer it to the glass fun.
Expensive to many and ready to shatter.
rain...

I wanna travel the world & find
party people in the streets, really out of my mind
had fun times here, but now it makes me sad
sooo, Ive gotta leave now behind
find a new beach, discover my mind
oh, nothing really matters
ohh, Ive gotta be in a sunny place
where I can share toys,
go sane off my face
I think that I'm gonna go now
don't try to stop me, ask why or how
some things just weren't meant to be
baby this is now.
the sun's come out, it's another crazy day
I'm going somewhere else, who are you today
oh nothing really matters
work all day, dance all night
makes the closed people really scared
no, nuthing matters to me
gotta dance right now, baby I've gotta be free,
don't know if I'm right or wrong
but I do so hope that when I'm gone
that you'll think.
oh I've gotta be in a sunny place
sharing small toys
going sane off my face.
oh yeahh.

you...
you...
speechless
just words.

so cold
dance to live
till the morning grow old
happy, warm
good sounds
not forever
body's gotta rest soon
last night closed fucking shut cold
felt my bones grow old
fingers peeling after the swim
wicked belgian dreads diabolo
wanta know which way to go
morocco not toulouse or marseilles
maybe calais london home
nah, it's cold there
but no money, place to sleep or mental people here.
try and find some good music,
things'll happen.

when the morning comes along...
gonna find out where we're goin...
when the morning comes along...
gonna find out if I'm goin...
don't know where I'll be
won't know where you are, hope it's not too far
got enough for the train
guess I'll find out, if I'm on it
African morocco or rainy fuckin home
tomorrow won't be the same
tomorrow'll be the day
gonna find your place
gotta see your face
tomorrow I'm goin away, somewhere else to stay
hope I'm alive
when the sun maybe rise
tomorrow I know I'll be gone
when the sun comes along.

tomorrow I hope I'm alive
when the sun rise over my body
I hope my body there when the sun rise
hope it rise, hope the earth still is
the universe too.
don't know why, no real reason.
human fear of change
probably
Hope I am.

duh-n nuhnuhneh neh nuh,
de-ne nnuh nuh ne-nuuh

yann you crazy man
couldn't work you out
with your shakes, alki drivin
mental 20 hours straight
few scares for once Holland to your last place in
france
thought you were an idiot more than once
but your mission was like I'd have done
hope you sort it out with your daughter
wanderin what made you so mad
what made you look sad
afraid you're too like me
just remembered you sat inside
in Lee's place in the Hague
hot day: "why, why, why?!"
as I sat here 7pmish in the
warm Barcelona evening.

unbelieving christian fever
where you gonna go to meet her
everyone excited, no-one knows why
loads of ideas, everyone shy
millenium madness
yet still there's sadness
celebrate today, party now
what if you die tomorrow (who knows how)
and everything's cool
and everything's rosy
and still the people are dying in the side streets
while the big shiny party passes by regardless

you've gotta be gone tonight
can't stay here
no not the same place
you're that shadow by the wall
you're the man in the rain
never fit in wherever you are
no it's time to try & ride the train
you can't stay whatever they say
you're gonna risk prison, body, mind
and you know theyll never understand
gettin wet waiting for a lift that never comes soon
how crazy, you think
how things turn out
governments, pain, life
the rain, you never get them
as the sun sets that sad
empty feeling in your throat
is strong
you're alone in the crowd
walking unnoticed past a packed party reaturant
searching for
something but not sure what
a place and people
to feel at ease maybe
but you know it's not here
you're the shadow in the rain
and you know peoplell never understand
the pain
walking alone through the misty streets you're on your
way tonight
you're scaring me because we're the same


why is there so much hatred?
why are you so pissed off?
you work long hours
in a boring job
to get a better car
to work long hours
stop.
there's other places.
there's other ideas.
there's other people.
on this planet
flying round the galaxy
before we die
and rot.


note to be read
many times
when back there:
don't
don't
no really
fukin listen
don't
no, fukin really
don't
follow the rest
and sign up life
to workin
for other people
insanity
pure fukin insanity
of course
has to
happen
first
if not
forever.
got that?
if tempted
to sign up
for a job
promise me:
go somewhere
anywhere
first
to regain sanity
and soul.
deal?

when you've got money
money doesn't matter
when you've got a girl
ugliness isn't a factor
when you're warm, sat in front of the glowing tv
the cold outside and the things you watch
they don't really bother you
when you have a place to stay
the comfort of other places has no meaning
when you have food
you could go without eating
when you can hear music
the sound of it aint too important
when you've alive
life don't matter

can't just ignore it
its not goin away
there's crazy things out there
here to stay


called you up today
old friend
its been a few years
since we sat around
laughing and happy and sure
that we would live our lives fully
and never succumb to working our lives away
not understanding the madness of a few weeks holiday
every year
in a rainy country
that costs too much
and rainy people
who dont smile too much.
you didn’t recognise my voice
for a second or two
but after the first fast talk
you slowed and in a resigned way
told me you're living at home
with your parents
told me that you've had a baby boy
but the father’s gone away
and although you called him everything
it was hard to hear
you never could say a bad word
about anyone else
I've got a nice job, you said
it pays the bills
you sound healthy,
you said,
and eventually I put down the phone
wondering if we would ever speak again
and I know you're thinking the same thing
I wonder if we will ever speak again.
old friend that I shared so much with.


all I want is a ticket outta here
been here so long I've started to get the fear
the fear that I wont leave for a while
I can still just remember the feeling
arriving in a new unexpected wicked place
meeting a new unexpected wicked face
looking for the sunset
and dreamin of all the other mad places
and experiences
that have to be found before
death
or
old age.
The memory of the feeling is fading fast
as my feet grow roots in this place
But there's a memory of telling myself that, as the
rest is so good
if I feel like this
to leave
if I dont feel like leaving
to leave
if I feel a part of a place for too long
to split.
so let's go
lets just get a fucking ticket outta this fucking
great place.
before I change my mind.
and stay
and become like everyone else.


hey you mister missus jimmy jenny
sittin on the brown-stained floor
as you wade thru troughs of excess did you forget to
look round?
check the sty, we're all pigs in this field, just you
got the extra apples
every day
please turn off the fuckin plastic
couch toy dumbin down unrealistic futurisations
shut it the fuck up
its clutterin up my head with your aspirations
still, while you build a luxury fence around your
chicken coup,
im growin wings to fly the fuck away.

all I have to do…
cross my arms and put my head on them
shut my eyes
deep breath
in the dark
alone
could be anywhere
anywhere
on the beach
in the rainy wind-rocking island hut
moving to the waves as the boat sails, sun on my back
on the train
in the cellar room with dark rain outside
on the farm with desert sun
in…
anywhere
all I have to do…