music ask meme : DEAD MAN’S PARTY (1985) by OINGO BOINGO.
a selection of lyrics from the 1985 album dead man’s party. modified slightly for rp purposes.
there’s life underground.
when i step out the door, the jungle is alive.
i do not trust my ears. i don’t believe my eyes.
‘cause hearts are fragile toys, so easy to forget.
there’s murder in the air.
it drags me when i walk. i smell it everywhere.
people cling to light to drive away the fear that comes with every night.
it’s just another day when people wake from dreams with voices in their ears that will not go away.
i had a dream last night the world was set on fire.
the clouds turned into smoke and everyone was dead.
but there’s a smile on my face for everyone.
there’s a golden coin that reflects the sun.
there’s a lonely place that’s always cold.
there’s a place in the stars for when you get old.
there’s razors in my bed that come out late at night.
they always disappear before the morning life.
i’m dreaming again of life underground.
it doesn’t ever move. it doesn’t make a sound.
just when i think that things are in their place, the heavens are secure, the whole thing explodes in my face.
i’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.
i’m walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder.
i’m goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive.
i was struck by lightning walking down the street.
i was hit by something last night in my sleep.
it’s a dead man’s party. who could ask for more?
leave your body and soul at the door.
don’t run away. it’s only me.
don’t be afraid of what you can’t see.
i got my best suit and my tie with a shiny silver dollar on either eye.
i hear the chauffeur coming to my door. he says there’s room for just one more.
i went to see what i could find, like flowers in the dead of night, like shadows in the moonlight.
i heard a choir with a single voice-a picnic on a cliff.
antenna like an insect-to pick up all your thoughts.
it isn’t true. i am not the ghost without a soul.
listen to my heart. you feel the beat.
listen to the sound of moving feet through the halls at night when i’m asleep.
the shoe is on the other foot. the glove is on the fist.
the first is like a cannonball but it feels like a kiss.
i got a bed that’s real soft in a room that’s always sad.
i thought i heard a window sigh.
i sip the running water like rivers from your eyes.
i thought i’d go and see.
i thought i heard somebody cry.
i thought i heard somebody cry. somebody might be me.
you can’t change fate, but don’t feel so bad.
enjoy it while you can. it’s just like the weather.
quit complaining, brother.
there’s a full moon in the sky.
it’s the hour of the wolf and i don’t want to die.
i’m so happy dancing while the grim reaper cuts, but he can’t get me.
i’m as clever as can be and i’m very quick.
but don’t forget, we’ve only got so many tricks.
you think you’ve got it rough.
i don’t think it’s very fair.
no one beats him at his game for very long, but just the same, who cares?
there’s no place safe to hide, nowhere to run, no time to cry.
so celebrate while you still can, ‘cause at any second it may end.
and when it’s all been said and done, better that you had some fun instead of hiding in a shell.
why make your life a living hell ?
have a toast, down the cup. drink to bones that turn to dust.
this is not the first time you tried to get away.
this is not a party where people know your name.
this is not a classroom with teacher at the board.
this is not a game show with prizes at the door.
won’t you stay with me one more day ?
if we get through one more night.
this is not a horse race where winners beat the time.
this is not a funeral with mourners in a line.
this is not a sitcom where everything’s all right.
this is not a prison with terror through the night.
on the quest for the holy grail, try and live on razor’s edge.
find a mountain or cross a valley.
why bother ? it’s all for sale.
true love was in her eyes. burning truth was on her face.
i even thought it was late at night.
i saw here once. there’s no mistake.
now that we’ve found this precious place, how do we keep from going crazy now ?
my life was leading to this day.
i was watching the whole thing slip away.
it’s just a fools paradise.
there’s dirty stains on brand new linen.
there’s fresh tracks on virgin snow.
i caught a saint while he was sinning.
people scream. what do they know ?
turn it off and find religion.
tune it out and find a cause.
get it up and tell the world.
don’t stop. don’t ever pause.
here in this place from all our dreams, it doesn’t seem to make us better now.
if it will get us through the night with all our conscience still intact, it’s just a fool’s paradise.
two heads are better than one.
two hearts bleed so much more.
serious, but no laughing.
why run when you can crawl ?
there’s true love around the corner–out of reach, so hard to hold.
my life’s an open letter. tear it up and throw it away.
when you spend your whole life building stone castles, when the walls start to crumble, exposed to the world, when the wind burns my face and the smoke burns my eyes, i can’t ever cry.
you gotta help to make somebody.
you gotta help to open my eyes.
the temperature’s rising.
how a cool drink would help.
i’ve been thirsty for years.
i’m hungry for something.
just the touch of your flesh to sooth and refresh.
i’m not the same man i was before.
i haven’t changed my perception.
i haven’t lost my protection.
what i have, lost intentions.
two by two coming through the door, singing like a bird.
boys and girls voices joined in song.
fire crackers make so much noise, flying in the air.
they all start yelling at me.
everything you do is wrong.
i’m not the same person i was before, but i’ve not changed my desires.
i’ve not extinguished the fires.
i haven’t lost wide eyed wonder.
i haven’t lost the stupid fear of thunder.
two by two walking hand in hand.
the bone come marching from the promised land.
their voices carry like the sound of glass.
it burns my ears when they sing.
i’m not the same ghost i was before, but i still converse with the spirits.
when people talk i don’t hear it.
i walk through doors when no one sees me.
i disappear whenever it may please me.
from my heart and from my hand, why don’t people understand my intentions ?
there’s things i’ve never seen before behind bolted doors.
it’s not what teacher said to do, making dreams come true with living tissue and warm flesh.
it’s my creation but i do not know.
no hesitation, no heart of gold.
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