1. BABOOSHKA

She wanted to test her husband
She knew exactly what to do:
A pseudonym to fool him
She couldn't have made a worse move

She sent him scented letters
And he received them with a strange delight
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears
And how she was before the years flew by
And how she was when she was beautiful
She signed the letter

"All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"

She wanted to take it further
So she arranged a place to go
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito
And when he laid eyes on her
He got the feeling they had met before
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady
Capacity to give him all he needs
Just like his wife before she freezed on him
Just like his wife when she was beautiful
He shouted out, "I'm

All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"


2. DELIUS (SONG OF SUMMER)

Ooh, he's a moody old man
Song of summer in his hand
Ooh, he's a moody old man
...In...in...in his hand
...In his hand

"Hmm"

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah
Delius
Delius amat
Syphilus
Deus
Genius, ooh

To be sung of a summer night on the water
Ooh, on the water

"Ta, ta-ta!
Hmm
Ta, ta-ta!
In B, Fenby!"

To be sung of a summer night on the water
Ooh, on the water
On the water


3. BLOW AWAY (FOR BILL)

One of the band told me last night
That music is all that he's got in his life
So where does it go?
Surely not with his soul
Will all of his licks and his R'n'B

Blow away?
Blow away
Blow away

Our engineer had a different idea
From people who nearly died but survived
Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here
And went to a room that was soon full of visitors

Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny
Please don't thump me
Don't bump me
Don't dump me back there
Please don't thump me
Don't bump me
I want to stay here

Put out the light, then, put out the light
Vibes in the sky invite you to dine
Dust to dust
Blow to blow
Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight

Hello Minnie, Moony, ("Bill "), Vicious, Vicious
Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny
Please don't thump me
Don't bump me
Don't dump me back there
Please don't thump me
Don't bump me
I want to stay here


4. ALL WE EVER LOOK FOR

Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him
Me, I'm just another
Like my brothers
Of my mother's genes

All they ever want for you
Are the things they didn't do
All they ever wanted ...a little clue
All they ever wanted ...the truth
All they ever wanted ...a little bit of you
All they ever wanted
But they never did get

The whims that we're weeping for
Our parents would be beaten for
Leave the breast
And then the rest
And then regret you ever left

All we're ever looking for
Is another open door
All we ever look for ...another womb
All we ever look for ...our own tomb
All we ever look for ...ooh, la lune
All we ever look for ...a little bit of you, too
All we ever look for
But we never do score

All we ever look for ...a god
All we ever look for ...ooh, a drug
All we ever look for ...a great big hug
All we ever look for ...a little bit of you
All we ever look for ...a little bit of you, too
All we ever look for
But we never do score


5. EGYPT

Follow the Nile
Deep to much deeper
The Pyramids sound lonely tonight

The sands run red
In lands of the Pharoahs
Their symmetry gets right inside me

I cannot stop to comfort them
I'm busy chasing up my demon
I cannot stop to comfort them
I'm busy chasing up my demon
Oh, I'm in love
With Egypt

My Pussy Queen
Knows all my secrets
I'll never fall in love again
I drift with dunes
I whisper of the tombs
They offer me Egyptian delights

She's got me with that feline guise
Got me in those desert eyes
She's got me with that feline guise
Got me in those desert eyes
Oh I'm in love
With Egypt


6. THE WEDDING LIST

No, I'll never give the hunt up
And I won't muck it up
Somehow this is it, I knew
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
We've come together in the very same room
And I'm coming for you

Do you think I'd ever let you
Get away with it, huh?
He swooned in warm maroon
There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom
You've made a wake of our honeymoon
And I'm coming for you"

"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime"
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man' God help the bride
She's a widow, all in red
With his red still wet. She said..."

I'll put him on the wedding list
I'll put him on the wedding list
I'll get him and I will not miss

Now, as I'm coming for you
All I see is Rudi
I die with him, again and again
And I'll feel good in my revenge
I'm gonna fill your head with lead
And I'm coming for you

And when it's all over you'll roll over
The butt of my gun:
One in your belly, and one for Rudi
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie
Bang-bang ...Out! like an old cherootie
I'm coming for you

"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime:
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man' God help the bride
She's a widow, all in red
With his red still wet. She said..."

She sure got him on the wedding list
I'll got him on the wedding list
I'll got him and I will not miss
I'll put him on the wedding list

"And after she shot the guy
She committed suicide
I'm coming, Rudi
"And later, when they analysed
They found a little one inside
"It must have been Rudi's child"
I shot, I shot, I shot him honey
"Never mind, she got the guy"
He hit the ground, Rudi
"An eye for an eye"
Ashes to ashes...
"Eye for an eye"
I hit him, hit him
Rudi!, Rudi
I'm coming coming coming honey
"Eye for an eye"
Rudi


7. VIOLIN

Four strings across the bridge
Ready to carry me over
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars
Out of the realm of the orchestra
Out of the realm of the orchestra

Filling me up with the shivers
Filling me up with the shivers and quivers
Filling me up with the shivers

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Paganini up on the chimney
Lord of the dance
With Nero and old Nicky
Whack that devil
Into my fiddlestick!
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s

Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!

Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!


8. THE INFANT KISS

I say good night-night
I tuck him in tight
But things are not right

What is this? An infant kiss
That sends my body tingling?

I've never fallen for
A little boy before
No control

Just a kid and just at school
Back home they'd call me dirty
His little hand is on my heart
He's got me where it hurts me
Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby?
You know how to work me

All my barriers are going
It's starting to show
Let go. Let go
Let go. Let go. Let go

I cannot sit and let
Something happen I'll regret
Ooh, he scares me!

There's a man behind those eyes
I catch him when I'm bending

Ooh, how he frightens me
When they whisper privately

(Poor, stupid girl!)

Windy-wailey blows me

Words of caress on their lips
That speak of adult love
I want to smack but I hold back
I only want to touch
But I must stay and find a way
To stop before it gets too much!

All my barriers are going
It's starting to show
Let go. Let go

(Don't let go)

Let go. Let go. Let go


9. NIGHT SCENTED STOCK

(instrumental)


10. ARMY DREAMERS

(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(Mammy's hero)

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero

Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star"
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician"
But he never had a proper education
"What could he do?
Should have been a father"
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste...
Army dreamers

Tears o'er a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn't win the war with ego

Give the kid the pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star"
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician"
But he never had a proper education
"What could he do?
Should have been a father"
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste...
Army dreamers
Oh what a waste of
Army dreamers
Oh what a waste of
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
Army dreamers

Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do

(B.F.P.O)
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh
(Army Dreamers)
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do
(Mammy's hero)
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do
(B.F.P.O)
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh
(Army Dreamers)
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(No hard heros)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(No hard heros)


11. BREATHING

Outside gets inside
Through her skin
I've been out before
But this time it's much safer in
Last night
In the sky
Such a bright light
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to
Keep breathing

Breathing
Breathing my mother in
Breathing my beloved in
Breathing
Breathing her nicotine
Breathing
Breathing the fall
Out - in - out - in - out - in - out - in - out - in

We've lost our chance
We're the first and last
After the blast
Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung
I love my beloved
All and everywhere
Only the fools blew it
You and me knew life itself
Is breathing

Breathing
Breathing my mother in
Breathing my beloved in
Breathing
Breathing her nicotine
Breathing
Breathing the fall

Out - in - out - in - out - in - out - in - out - in

In point of fact it is possible to tell the
Difference between a small nuclear explosion and
A large one by a very simple method. The calling
Card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
Is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter
Even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration
Of this flash that we are able to determine the size
(What are we going to do without?)
Of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be
Seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
And living things around the area of the explosion,
And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
As the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration
Of the flash duration test let's try and count the
Number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
Small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
Bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
High-yield bombs.

What are we going to do without
Ooh, please, let me breathe
Quick, breathe in deep
Leave us something to breathe
Ooh, life is