Siberia's Through the Looking Glass Lyrics

This Town Ain't Big Enough for the Both of Us
Originally recorded by The Sparks

Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type
you better walk her tonight
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos
Elephants and tacky tigers
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave
Flying domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near
Do not show any fear
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-coloured bombardier
It's Hiroshima that you're nearing
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave
Daily, except for Sunday
You dawdle in to the cafe
Where you meet her each day
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you
they need their protein just like you do
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave
Shower, another shower
You've got to look your best for her
And be clean everywhere
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town
The bullets cannot cut you down
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave
Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town
Though not enough to go 'round
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that this town isn't big enough
Not big enough for both of us
This town isn't big enough
Not big enough for both of us
And I ain't gonna leave

Hall of Mirrors
Originally recorded by Kraftwerk

She stepped into the hall of mirrors
Where she discovered a reflection of herself
Sometimes she saw her real face
And sometimes a stranger at her place
Even the greatest stars
Discover themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
Find their face in the looking glass
She fell in love with the image of herself
And suddenly the picture was distorted
Even the greatest stars
Dislike themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
Dislike themselves in the looking glass
She made up the person she wanted to be
And changed into a new personality
The artist is living in the mirror
With the echoes of himself
Even the greatest stars
Change themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
Live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
Fix your face in the looking glass...

Trust in Me

Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me
You can sleep safe and sound
Knowing I am around
Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist
Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me

This Wheel's on Fire
Originally recorded for Julie Driscoll,
Brian Auger and the Trinity

If your memory serves you well,
We were going' to meet again and wait,
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell,
But you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!
If your memory serves you well,
I was goin' to confiscate your lace,
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was oh so hard to tell
But you knew that we would meet again,
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!
If your memory serves you well,
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favours done
And after every plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell,
You knew that we would meet again,
If your memory served you well
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!

Strange Fruit
Originally recorded by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
Of the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

You're Lost Little Girl
Originally recorded by The Doors

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, girl
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost

The Passenger
Originally recorded by Iggy Pop

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight
Singing la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
we'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight
O, the passenger
How how he rides
O, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
Cos it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see what's mine
Singing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So lets ride and ride and ride and ride
Singing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la

Gun

Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker
And the creepers get hung
Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor
And the other lost his hand
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin' - just smell the stink
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come
When you've begun to think like a gun
The rest of the year has already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Well, blood on the windows and blood on the walls
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
And the papers keep pounding on everything I burned
And the people getting restless but they'll never learn
I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife
Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
Knows they won't be back for a long long time
Top of the staircase was ready to fall
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Once you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
Mother of plenty, mother of none
You've got me cornered and still on the run
I don't care nothing about you anyway
Stuck in this hole I'm on my way
Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

Sea Breezes

I've been thinking now for a long time
How to go my own separate way
It's a shame to think about yesterday a shame
We've been running round in our present state
Hoping help would come from above
But even angels there make the same mistakes in love
Now that we are lonely
Life seems to get hard
Alone what a word lonely
Alone it makes me cry
Thought-train set in motion
Wheels in and around
Express our emotion
Tracks up then it cracks down

Little Johnny Jewel

Morgan le Fay, the medieval sorceress

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