Vegas20: Album Lyrics

As well as the tracks on the album, there are 6 additional tracks that appeared as B-Sides suggesting the recording sessions were highly creative.

The lyrics to all the tracks are featured below.

Album Lyrics

Got tired of being gifted and tormented

Signed, sealed, delivered, then resented

I think I’ve lost a very nice part of me

And even though I’m only half the man I used to be

It feels good

I’m flying high again

Spinning round and round again

I even like myself again

I’m not exactly sure of what I’m after

But I won’t be happy until I get it

I’m either innocent or just plain stupid

What’s the betting I’ll regret it

But it feels good

Feels like I’m home again

Feeling safe and sound again

I even like myself again

And it feels good

I’m flying high again

Spinning round and round again

I’ll never touch the ground again

Feels like I’m swimming in a sea of beauty

Feels like I’m going round the bend

God defend me from my enemies

God defend me from my friends

Cos it feels good

I’m flying high again

Spinning round and round again

I even like myself again

And it feels good (possessed)

I’m coming home again (possessed)

Feeling safe and sound again (possessed)

I’ll never touch the ground again (possessed)

Cos

It feels good

You have to learn to love my loving

Turn around and say you care

You have to learn to give by giving

Give me a beatnik love affair

We’ll watch the shooting stars go crazy

So what d’ya say, a definite maybe

Should we walk into the wind

Maybe fall when autumn falls

Let’s walk into the wind

You have to learn to touch by touching

Touch me, touch me if you dare

We’ve reached the end of the beginning

In this beatnik love affair

Should we walk into the wind

Maybe fall when autumn falls

Let’s walk into the wind

Before you taste another tear my love

I know a place where rainbows end

The kingdom of the final kiss is but a breath away

Here come those shooting stars again

Should we walk into the wind

Maybe fall when autumn falls

Let’s walk into the wind

 She’s good

But not religious good

She’s kind

But not all the time

She says funny things

We get happy

She’s bad

But not religious bad

She smiles

But not all the time

She puts funny things in my coffee

She asks questions like

How many beans make five?

She’s alright

Sometimes she gets ugly

Sometimes she looks ill

She’s here to watch over me

Her looks tend to kill

She’s blind

But not religious blind

She’s wild

But not all the time

She drinks funny things

We get touchy

She screams and shouts a bit

But she leaves me out of it

She’s alright

Sometimes she gets giggly

She won’t then she will

Sometimes she gets giggly

Sometimes she lies still

Sometimes she breaks glasses

Sometimes she breaks hearts

Sometimes she gets messy

Sometimes she gets smart

She’s funny peculiar

And funny Ha – Ha

She’s good

But not religious good

She’s kind

But not all the Timmy

She says funny things

She’s alright

She’s bad

But not religious bad

She smiles

But not all the time

She does funny things

She’s alright

She’s blind

But not religious blind

She’s wild

But not all the time

She drinks funny things

She’s alright

i’d like to build a house

without any walls

an open paradise

with a waterfall

life is quite detestable

for some with feeble minds

who always make the mistake of being someone else

i always make the mistake of being myself

i’d like to make a friend

without any flaws

who takes me for what am i

and nothing more

life must be incredible

for those who stay out late

and always make the mistake of being someone else

i always make the mistake of being myself

they always make the mistake of being someone else

i always make the mistake of being myself

life must be incredible

for those who stay out late

and always make the mistake of being someone else

i always make the mistake of being myself

they always make the mistake of being someone else

i always make the mistake of being myself

The trouble with lovers

They don’t know how to say no

The trouble with lovers

They don’t know when to let go

They drink too much coffee

Smoke too many cigarettes

Stay up all night to

Watch Woody Allen

Truth equals beauty

Sun equals laughter

That’s all they’re after

And God only knows

I’d like to be there too

With Jackie Onassis

But if not then maybe you

The trouble with lovers

The trouble with lovers

The trouble with us is

We don’t give each other a chance

The trouble with us is

We’re living in cloud Disneyland

We try to be happy

We’re never happy

Try not to argue

Then start to argue

Truth equals beauty

Sun equals laughter

That’s all we’re after

And God only knows

I want to be with you

But Jackie Onassis

Will probably be there too

The trouble with us is

The trouble with us is

Let’s put on our raincoats

And walk through the rainy day blue

Go searching for something

Without really having a clue

We’ll drink too much coffee

Eat too much chocolate

Watch Thirtysomething

Never stop laughing

Truth equals beauty

Sun equals laughter

That’s all we’re after

And God only knows

God only knows

The trouble with lovers (I want to be with you)

The trouble with lovers

The trouble with lovers

 Nothing to do but work work work

Nothing alas alack

Nowhere to go but out out out

Nowhere to come but back

It’s Christmas day in the workhouse

They’re handing out lollipops

Progress would be wonderful

If only it would stop

No bees no honey no work no money

Nothing to do but think think think

Nothing alas alack

Nowhere to go for a drink drink drink

Nowhere to come but back

It’s Christmas day in the doghouse

Lassie’s gone barking mad

Here comes Father Christmas

Handing out lucky bags

No bees no honey no work no money

Nothing to do but work work work

Money

King bank is calling.…

Maybe I should go to bed

Maybe I’m the glutton for the truth

You’ve got me standing on my head

Trying to put on someone else’s shoes

And

The thought of you

Keeps the gates of heaven open wide

The thought of you

Keeps this stupid brain of mine alive

I promise you a miracle

I promise you everything he is

Please don’t get hysterical

Can’t you see I’m trying to take the piss

But-

The thought of you

Keeps the gates of heaven open wide

The thought of you

Keeps this stupid brain on mine alive

You float around inside my head

Going from one extreme to the other

But words like these should go unsaid

So I’ll keep y big mouth shut forever

And

The thought of you

Keeps the gates of heaven open wide

The thought of you

Keeps this stupid brain of mine alive

The thought of you

Is enough to make a million angels sing

The thought of you

Make the bells of hell go ting a ling a ling

Leave my face down beneath the sun

I’ll get a better view of what’s going on

Let me do the things that I do best

In a state of humble gratefulness

This must be where I belong

The ice-cream king is playing my song

To a girl with a teenage clothing dilemma

Who says

Let me kiss your lips

If you smile with the wise

You get a key to an open sky

If you smile with the wise

You get to see your name in neon lights

Lead me into unknown pleasures

Save your lying for the needy

Give me something good to treasure

As I bite the hands that feed me

Suffer

Suffocate in wisdom

Read a book then smash the system

Free and foolish call it clever

I’m the one and only

Go-go getter

If you smile with the wise

You get a key to an open sky

If you smile with the wise

You get to see your name in neon lights

Once upon a time there was a funny girl

Who fell for a funny boy

They built a funny house and made some funny kids

And christened it the house of holy joy

If forever meant forever that was the place

Or so she told her friends

But the city took her lovers to another world

Left her waiting for the flowers to bloom again

And she laughed

And she cried

She damn near died

On the day it rained forever

She walked around the garden with an empty mind

Feeling tired and worn

Not exactly sure what she was meant to find

Heaven knows maybe a rose without a thorn

She laughed

She cried

She damn near died

On the day it rained forever

She may be the face I can’t forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the children autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell

She may be the mirror of my dream

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one’s allowed to see them when they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to leap from shadows of the past

That I’ll remember ’till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I’m alive

The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I’ll take the laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I’ve got to be

The meaning of my life is

She, She

Oh, She

I’ve been infected

Resurrected

Injected

Corrected

By your love

I’ve been infected, selected

By your love

I’ve been infected

Resurrected

Injected

Corrected

By your love

I’ve been infected, selected

By your love

“I’ve been infected

Resurrected

Injected

Corrected

By your love” in various languages

 

B-Side Lyrics

As the sun shone through her fingertips

The first attack of blood

Fell from her lips

All wrapped up in bliss

To leave me never

If only that one kiss

Could last forever

Feels like I’m lost on an ocean

Drowning in thoughts, emotions

But she, she refuses to answer, and whispers

Truth is stranger than fiction

So let’s just pretend it’s you and me

Let’s just suspend reality

Tell me lies that heal

Instead of truths that only wound

Don’t tell me how it feels

To be alone

I’ll be there soon

Feels like I’m lost on an ocean

Swimming in thoughts, emotions

But she, she refuses to answer, and whispers

Truth is stranger than fiction

Got a rhyme and a reason on the Tip of my tongue Got a rhyme and a reason on the Tip of my tongue

Why talk forever, forever is too long

Got a rhyme and a reason on the Tip of my tongue Got a time and a season on the Tip of my tongue

Why wait forever, forever is too long

I consider myself as one of your favourites

I’ve considered the future,

You’ll probably hate it, but I might as well say it

I’ve got me a road, I’ve got me a car

We’re chasing the moon on a falling star

So let’s make a pact as we crawl through the fog

Like if you kill my cat, I’ll kill your dog

A particular sense of fun is monastic

And a peculiar show of strength is elastic

But I think it’s fantastic

I’m throwing the dice before we get lost

You know that our future is not what it was

We’re making a pact, and leaving the fog,

But if you kill my cat, I’ll kill your dog

I consider myself as one of your favourites

I’ve considered the future,

You’ll probably hate it,

I’ve got me a road, I’ve got me a car

We’re chasing the moon on a falling star

Let’s make a pact as we crawl through the fog

If you kill my cat, I’ll kill your dog

I’m throwing the dice before we get lost

You know that our future is not what it was

We’re making a pact, and leaving the fog,

But if you kill my cat, I’ll kill your dog

I’ve got me a road, I’ve got me a car

We’re chasing the moon on a falling star

I don’t think

No point in lying

You just don’t know what your buying with the money

Art blind

Art blind

Ignorance prevails When all else fails

Ignorance prevails When all else fails

Art blind

Art blind

Untitled instrumental track on the standard album leading into wise Guy.

 I hear a banging and shouting from those kids next door

There’s a pile of something out there on the floor

And the man at the door wants to sell me a brush

But I’m lying in bed barefoot

The alarm clock is singing to the milk on the step

And the radio says I should cry me a flood

Oh its hardly surprising that my feet feel like ice

But I’m lying in bed barefoot

Have mercy

Is this December it feels like July

I’d love to remember what happened last night

I got a sneaky suspicion you bought him by

Was I lying in bed barefoot

Was I lying in bed barefoot