Them Heavy People, by Kate Bush (lyrics)

Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 

They arrived at an inconvenient time. 
I was hiding in a room in my mind. 
They made me look at myself. I saw it well. 
I'd shut the people out of my life. 

So now I take the opportunities: 
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me. 
I must work on my mind. For now I realise: 
Everyone of us has a heaven inside. 

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Them heavy people help me. 
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 

They open doorways that I thought were shut for good. 
They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu. 
They build up my body, break me emotionally. 
It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling! 

I love the whirling of the dervishes. 
I love the beauty of rare innocence. 
You don't need no crystal ball, 
Don't fall for a magic wand. 
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles. 

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Them heavy people help me. 
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball... 

(1978)

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Tracks, by Gary Numan (lyrics)

Where are the tracks?

Where are the lines?

Where are the tracks?

Where is the time?

You were so cold

You were so slow

And we were so old

And we were unsure.

And I want your lines

And I want your time

And I want your face

And you can have mine.

(1979)

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Rock N' Roll Suicide, By David Bowie (lyrics)

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk float ride your mind
You're so natural - religiously unkind

Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only
make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone 

Just turn on with me and you're not alone 
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.

(1972)

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Crossroads, by Don McLean (lyrics)

I've got nothing on my mind: Nothing to remember, 

Nothing to forget. And I've got nothing to regret, 

But I'm all tied up on the inside, 

No one knows quite what I've got; 

And I know that on the outside 

What I used to be, I'm not anymore. 

You know I've heard about people like me, 

But I never made the connection. 

They walk one road to set them free 

And find they've gone the wrong direction. 

But there's no need for turning back 

`Cause all roads lead to where I stand. 

And I believe I'll walk them all 

No matter what I may have planned. 

Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it? 

Can you find my pain? Can you heal it? 

Then lay your hands upon me now 

And cast this darkness from my soul. 

You alone can light my way. 

You alone can make me whole once again. 

We've walked both sides of every street 

Through all kinds of windy weather. 

But that was never our defeat 

As long as we could walk together. 

So there's no need for turning back 

`Cause all roads lead to where we stand. 

And I believe we'll walk them all 

No matter what we may have planned.

(1971)

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Mad World, by Tears for Fears (lyrics)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World 
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

(1983)

Higher Hell, by Echo and the Bunnymen (lyrics)

Smack in the middle of today
Got to learn new words
Merely got to simply say
I think we all misheard


Cracked in the middle of me
Have to find my heart
Smiling equates with happy 
But I know they're miles apart


Just like my lower heaven
You know so well my higher hell


When confronted by 
Continuing the course
Will you open up
Or do I have to force
The words right out
Of your stubborn mouth?
Stunted of course,
Guilty in their growth


Just like my lower heaven
You know so well my higher hell


Crashed through the floor today
I couldn't find my legs
Suppose you live and learn
Learn it again and again


Smack in the middle of today
Got to find new words
Merely got to simply say 
I think we all misheard


Just like my lower heaven
You know so well my higher hell
(When confronted by continuing the course)
(Will you open up or do I have to force)
(The words right out)
(Of your stubborn mouth)
(Stunted of course)
(Guilty in their growth)

(1983)

Ants Invasion, by Adam Ant (lyrics)

10:35 and I hope I've made
the right decision
heart is beating I'm alive
but I don't call this living
rationalise till I'm blue in the face
you cannot lose if you throw the race
I'm still searching for the
ants invasion

10:36 and I hope I've made
the right decision
ninety eight point four's the bore
with twenty twenty vision
you want a thrill so you come and see me
a cheap line in fantasy
but I'm still searching for the
ants invasion

if I'd the courage
I would make my way home
too many antics in the forbidden zone

10:38 and I think I've made
the wrong decision
another lifeless man with a strange incision
I hope that insect doesn't see me
he's not renowned for his courtesy
I'm not searching for the
ants invasion

(1980)

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