Tag: Twentieth Century

Running so fast, trying so hard
Losing a girl who is closing, she’s chasing behind
When I get home I lock up the door
Close the window, I don’t come out no more

Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes

I’ve gotta get out, climbing the walls
But it won’t be too long till I want to be
Locked up again
Driving me wild, being alone
You’re outa my sight and I swear
I’ll go outa my head

Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes

Running so fast, trying so hard
Losing a girl who is closing, she’s chasing behind
Running away, all of the time
Most of the day and all of the night

Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Just pass me by

“Who’s that on the telephone”
The fisherman said
“Looks like a writer”
She turned her head
“Could be, we’ll see”
Ma ring replied
“There were rumours when he came”

And as the evening fell
Around the old hotel
The stranger left his dial-tone
His place was gone
In the game

“He’s down from the city
And he’s here to think.
He pays his money”
She got another drink
“Who knows, his book
Is closed to you and I
We may never know his name”

The music drifted down
The same repeated sound
“If Nat King Cole
Can save his sole
He’ll find his peace”
The fisherman eased his frame
“If I was asked
Just who’s to blame
To read his past
I’d have to say
She’s a woman . . .”

When all your cards are done
Just leave your share
And make your run
They’ll burn your contacts down
Plans on fire
You know they’ve won
Just turn and walk away
And start again, a brand new day
In lonliness their aim will turn
Against themselves
For one more play
In the game

Standing on this intersection
Yelling for my change
Watching personalities
Collapse and re-arrange
Gotta smile about it
Gotta surf it out or drown
In the twentieth century

Some guy selling liberty
You’ve heard it all before
Let’s take some pet minority
To fame in eighty-four
Lots of fortunes and
Reputations to be found
In the twentieth century

Yankees lookin’ east and west
Before they cross the road
It’s Hollywood democracy
It really doesn’t bother me
It’s entertainment, baby
It explodes

Let the K.G.B. devise
Just what comes after civilised
This intersection’s big enough for me
And when I get some change
I’ll disappear
It’s tricky
But, thank God, it’s never organised
I’m talking about the twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century