Four songs
Tears For Fears, Start Of The Breakdown:
Scratch the ice
Let the telephone ring
Sense of time is a powerful thing
And we love to laugh
Love to cry
Half alive
We love to
Go slow when we’re dancing for rain
Dry skin flakes where there’s ice in the vein
And we love to cry
Half alive
Is this the start of the breakdown ?
I can’t understand you
Kirsty MacColl, Soho Square:
One day you’ll be waiting there, no empty bench in Soho Square
No I don’t know the reason why I’ll love you till the day I die
But one day you’ll be waiting there
Come summertime in Soho Square
And I’ll be painting stars up in the sky
Before I get too old to cry before my birthday
I hope I see those pigeons fly before my birthday
In Soho Square on my birthday
Joe Jackson, flying:
the older i get the more stupid i feel-i don’t
know what’s going on/ tired of trying to be strong when
i should be crying/ the further i go the less distance i
see-leave behind another home/ the harder i try the less
people i please/ the older i get the more lucid i feel-let
it go and let it come/ tired of trying to belong-when i
could be flying
Optiganally Yours, Oar:
The waves hit the caves and the men underwater
try to swim through the shards of light.
The ship’s run aground.
All hands overboard.
I can’t stay afloat.
My raft’s taking water.
My friends, if you see my oar float alone
then you know I won’t be back and I never made it home.
Wave bye.
I’m gone.
