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Dreamline (4.38)

Bravado (4:56)

Roll The Bones (5:30)

Face Up (3:54)

Where's My Thing? (3:49) (instrumental)

(Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy)

The Big Wheel (5:15)

Heresy (5:26)

Ghost Of A Chance (5:19)

Neurotica (4:40)

You Bet Your Life (5:00)

 

 

Dreamline

 

He's got a road map of Jupiter

A radar fix on the stars

All along the highway

She's got a liquid-crystal compass

A picture book of the rivers

Under the Sahara

 

They travel in the time of the prophets

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun

Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone

We're only at home when we're on the run

On the run

 

He's got a star map of Hollywood

A list of cheap motels

All along the freeway

She's got a sister out in Vegas

The promise of a decent job

Far away from her hometown

 

They travel on the road to redemption

A highway out of yesterday - that tomorrow will bring

Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring

We're only at home when we're on the wing

On the wing

 

WHEN WE ARE YOUNG

WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH

WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH

LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL -

FOR A LIMITED TIME

 

Time is a gypsy caravan

Steals away in the night

To leave you stranded in Dreamland

Distance is a long-range filter

Memory a flickering light

Left behind in the heartland

 

We travel in the dark of the new moon

A starry highway traced on the map of the sky

Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry

We're only at home when we're on the fly

On the fly

 

We travel on the road to adventure

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun

Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone

We're only at home when we're on the run

On the run...

 

 

 

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Bravado

 

If we burn our wings

Flying too close to the sun

If the moment of glory

Is over before it's begun

If the dream is won -

Though everything is lost

We will pay the price,

But we will not count the cost

 

When the dust has cleared

And victory denied

A summit too lofty

River a little too wide

If we keep our pride -

Though paradise is lost

We will pay the price,

But we will not count the cost

 

And if the music stops

There's only the sound of the rain

All the hope and glory

All the sacrifice in vain

If love remains

Though everything is lost

We will pay the price,

But we will not count the cost

 

 

 

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Roll The Bones

 

Well, you can stake that claim -

Good work is the key to good fortune

Winners take that praise

Losers seldom take that blame

If they don't take that game

And sometimes the winner takes nothing

We draw our own designs

But fortune has to make that frame

 

We go out in the world and take our chances

Fate is just the weight of circumstances

That's the way that lady luck dances

Roll the bones

 

Why are we here?

Because we're here

Roll the bones

Why does it happen?

Because it happens

Roll the bones

 

Faith is cold as ice -

Why are little ones born only to suffer

For the want of immunity

Or a bowl of rice?

Well, who would hold a price

On the heads of the innocent children

If there's some immortal power

To control the dice?

 

We come into the world and take our chances

Fate is just the weight of circumstances

That's the way that lady luck dances

Roll the bones...

 

Jack - relax.

Get busy with the facts.

No zodiacs or almanacs,

No maniacs in polyester slacks.

Just the facts.

Gonna kick some gluteus max.

It's a parallax - you dig?

You move around

The small gets big. It's a rig

It's action - reaction -

Random interaction.

So who's afraid

Of a little abstraction?

Can't get no satisfaction

From the facts?

You better run, homeboy -

A fact's a fact

From Nome to Rome, boy.

 

What's the deal? Spin the wheel.

If the dice are hot - take a shot.

Play your cards. Show us what you got -

What you're holding.

If the cards are cold,

Don't go folding.

Lady Luck is golden;

She favors the bold. That's cold

Stop throwing stones -

The night has a thousand saxophones.

So get out there and rock,

And roll the bones.

Get busy!

 

 

 

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Face Up

 

You turn my head

I spin my wheels

Running on empty -

You know how that feels

 

I'm on a roll now -

Or is it a slide?

Can't be too careful

With that dangerous pride

If I could only reach that dial inside

And turn it up

 

FACE UP - Or you can only back down

FACE UP - Hit the target, or you better hit the ground

FACE UP - There's still time to turn the game around

FACE UP - Turn it up -

Or turn that wild card down

Turn it up

 

Don't complain

Don't explain

I don't think my new resolve

Can stand the strain

 

I'm in a groove now -

Or is it a rut?

I need some feedback

But all the lines are cut

I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut

And turn it up

 

You get all squeezed up inside

Like the days were carved in stone

You get all wired up inside

And it's bad to be alone

 

You can go out, you can take a ride

And when you get out on your own

You get all smoothed out inside

And it's good to be alone

Turn it up

 

 

 

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The Big Wheel

 

Well, I was only a kid - didn't know enough to be afraid

Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played

Nothing to lose - maybe I had something to trade

The way the big wheel spins

 

Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade

I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made

Take no chances on paradise delayed

So I do a slow fade

PLAYING FOR TIME

Don't want to wait for heaven

LOOKING FOR LOVE

For an angel to forgive my sins

PLAYING WITH FIRE

Chasing something new to believe in

LOOKING FOR LOVE

The way the big wheel spins

 

Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance

Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance

I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance

The way the big wheel spins

 

Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance

Going for broke, going for another chance

Hoping for heaven - hoping for a fine romance

If I do the right dance

 

Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith

Taking your chances you'll have the right answers

When the final judgment begins

 

Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate

Life redirected in ways unexpected

Sometimes the odd number wins

The way the big wheel spins

 

 

 

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Heresy

 

All around that dull gray world

From Moscow to Berlin

People storm the barricades

Walls go tumbling in

 

The counter-revolution

People smiling through their tears

Who can give them back their lives

And all those wasted years?

All those precious wasted years -

Who will pay?

 

All around that dull gray world

Of ideology

People storm the marketplace

And buy up fantasy

 

The counter-revolution

At the counter of a store

People buy the things they want

And borrow for a little more

All those wasted years

All those precious wasted years

Who will pay?

 

Do we have to be forgiving at last?

What else can we do?

Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

Yes I guess we do

 

All around this great big world

All the crap we had to take

Bombs and basement fallout shelters

All our lives at stake

 

The bloody revolution

All the warheads in its wake

All the fear and suffering

All a big mistake

All those wasted years

All those precious wasted years

Who will pay?

 

 

 

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Ghost of a Chance

 

Like a million little doorways

All the choices we made

All the stages we passed through

All the roles we played

 

For so many different directions

Our separate paths might have turned

With every door that we opened

Every bridge that we burned

 

Somehow we find each other

Through all that masquerade

Somehow we found each other

Somehow we have stayed

In a state of grace

 

I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY

OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE

I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER

OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE

I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS

OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE

BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE

WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE

AND MAKE IT LAST

 

Like a million little crossroads

Through the backstreets of youth

Each time we turn a new corner

A tiny moment of truth

 

So many different connections

Our separate paths might have made

With every door that we opened

Every game we played

 

Somehow we find each other

Through all that masquerade

Somehow we found each other

Somehow we have stayed

In a state of grace

 

 

 

 

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Neurotica

 

You just don't get it

What it is ... well, you're not really sure

You move like you're walking on this ice

Talking like you're still insecure

 

Time is a spiral - Space is a curve

I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve

Life is a diamond you turn into dust

Waiting for rescue, and I know you just

Don't get it

You just don't get it

 

Neurotica - Exotica

It's just Erotica - Hypnotica

It's just Psychotica - Chaotica

It's just Exotica - Neurotica

 

You just don't get it

Baby, don't you ask yourself why?

If you don't like the answer - forget it

You know I hate to see you cry

 

Fortune is random - Fate shoots from the hip

I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip

Life is a diamond you turn into dust

Looking for trust, and I know that you just

Don't get it

You just don't get it

 

SNAP!

Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell

It's like Russian roulette to you

SNAP!

Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old

It's a personal threat to you

SNAP!

The world is a cage for your impotent rage

But don't let it get to you

SNAP!

 

 

 

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You Bet Your Life

 

Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun

Just another junkie on a scoring run

Just another victim of the things he has done

Just another day - in the life of a loaded gun

 

THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game

THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same

YOU BET YOUR LIFE

 

Just another winner, pours his life down the drain

Just another island in a hurricane

Just another loser, like a cat in the rain

Just another day - in the path of a speeding train

 

THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game

THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same

YOU BET YOUR LIFE

 

anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist

hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist

rational romantic mystic cynical idealist

minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist

armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist

deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist

be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist

gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist

 

Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar

Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars

Just another dreamer who was going too far

Just another drunk - at the wheel of a stolen car

 

THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game

THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same

YOU BET YOUR LIFE

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