Pop Art Blues

 

 Pop culture… anxiety attack,
it’s all in the brochure… don’t look back,

 

The girl in the painting… she is everywhere,

 

All the people… stop and stare,

 

She’s got the pop art blues,

 

And the pop art blues got me,

 

What became… of Marilyn?

 

Have a coke now… no more tears,

 

I’ll paint you a picture… of your favourite stars,
Forget Mona Lisa… she won’t smile,

 

In my pop art book,

 

It’s all pop art blues to me,

 

If i could be a famous painter,

 

I would paint anybody,

 

Everyone’s a star in my gallery,

 

Like Warhol in the movies,

 

Take your brush… take a different look,

 

Fill your mind… with colours bright,
The ordinary… there berfore my eyes,
It makes me laugh… it makes me cry,

 

I’ve got the pop art blues,

And the pop art blues got me.

 

We are beautiful

We're still young
You know...it's itching at the seams, life did the stitching
We get scared sometimes
Hey Mr tambourine man, you...you're getting out of time

All the mods'n'rockers -mockers- banging on the drums...
I don't want to spoil the party, I think I'll stay in bed
Write silly songs instead
Gimme you hands
Let me see you smile
Don't you know, we are beautiful

All the paisley cowboys
They're dancing for joy

You and I,
We can go where ever we want to go
You and I
But we can't seem to go there on time

And when your dreams are lying shattered on the floor
And eveyone around just try to put you down
You know I'll always be around
So gimme your hands
Let me smile
Don't you know....look at us now...we're beautiful

 SHELAGH IS A MOD



A Vidal Sassoon Cut
Like a crown on her head
Courrèges boots look their best
With a simple dress
Because Shelagh is a Mod
And I love her

God she looks so proud
In her ivory tower
Then she bursts into laugh
Like a little child
Yesterday was so sweet
But tomorrow she will cry
And take those little pills to help her sleep at night

She always knew that she wouldnt cope
With a world that spins round then stops short
Untill you get so sick youre resigned to live and die
Shelagh, please dont cry

She is home again
But her mother looks tired
Shes a hard-working office cleaner
Her boss says its never clean enough
And Shelagh, shes a Mod
And I I love her
Shes the girl of my dreams
Im in love with her eyes

In her dreaming, John Lennons alive
And he tells her the words that she needs
« Paul McCartneys songs were not so bad
Yes, Yoko was mad
But I only loved her more for that »

Talking about my generation
Im just talking about your generation

 I See The World The world Sees Me



I see the world
The world sees me
Can't tell where I end
And the world begins
And if the wind ever stole my breath
It was only petty theft
Ain't nothing left...now I see the world
And the world sees me

Then I stalked my own shadow to the places we used to meet...

"Hello Jim, where've you been?
You were so bloody entertaining...
...on the night your girlfriend told she was leaving
HA HA HA, that stupid look on your face!"

Now should I be laughing too, just in case?

I see the world
The world sees me
The world sees me
The world sees me
The world sees me

5am, I wake up all sweaty in the dark
The whole room looks like a stage and I play the part
I look at the cartonn moon, try to act naturally
The door won't shut, the razorblade won't cut
Well, maybe...

Roll up roll up for the tragical mystery tour and that's an invitation

Hello Jim, where've you been?
Go on, break my heart, tear it part...woooo you're a big girl now

D'you know what they say?
Life is just a day
Happiness is an hour
Love, merely a second....excuse me sir what time is it?

And in the end the love you get
Is equal to the hate you get

 GOODNIGHT JOE



'Goodnight Joe, goodnight Joe, goodnight Joe, goodnight...'
'Goodnight Joe, goodnight Joe, goodnight Joe, goodnight...' 
Goodnight to you all my friends
I know...sometimes...
When the world looks sad...
It makes me feel so bad..

'Goodnight Joe'
'Here we go'





 ALL THE POLKA DOT BANDITS



All the polka dot bandits
Had just arrived in town
So the Sherif told them to leave before
The city clock had struck nine
As they entered into the saloon
Everyone was feeling uptight
Hoping all the polka dot bandits
Would soon be leaving this town
They wore paisley shirts, and chelsea boots
They were out for a night in town
But the people thought it was not quite right
For boys to look so camp!

All the polka dot bandits
Had records wrapped in their bags
When 'Revolver' boomed out of the stereo
The Sherif started to frawn
But soon everyone joined them dancing
As the old city clock struck nine
And now all the polka dot bandits
Are welcome here anytime






 THE WIND WILL BLOW IT BACK



Boy you're on a roll, i'm so proud of you
You've been bowing down for years, how kind of you
In every little child, there's a little child to come out
I thought I saw you dancing, you were only freaking out

You can line us up, you can’t knock us down
You were never king so we won't be clowns
We know why you're in it, we're those filthy scruffy beatniks
That you're banging on and on about
Do me a favour and spit it out

But soon the wind will blow it back
Soon the wind will blow it back
Soon the wind will blow it back
Soon the wind will blow it back
Don't you know
Don't you know

Any little piece of shit thrown in our faces
Any litte piece of shit thrown at our every places

The wind will blow it back
The wind will blow it back
The wind will blow it back
The wind will blow it back

The weatherman won't tell where the rain will fall
Not before you got drowned in your white plimsoles
You got the midas touch, but you do it the wrong way round
Sure your local laundrette's had its share of dirty underpants

The tide is high
And it’s a little ship you’ve got

Soon the wind will blow it back
Soon the wind will blow it back
Soon the wind will blow it back
Soon the wind will blow it back
Don’t you know




 YOUR WICKED DREAMS



You come on as a flower child
Innocent and wild
But your words as loud as bombs
Would have Gandhi choke and frawn
You're an awful lot of fun
I should have listened to my mum
Will you ever spill the beans ?
Why they sound so sweet to me, your wicked dreams
Your wicked dreams

You're swinging on a star, at times looking down in the gutter
In search for a few pennies to spend on the roller coaster
«See my baby going up! »
«See my baby going down! »
And I don't care what they think
They know fuck all what they mean, your wicked dreams
Your wicked dreams

Are we dancing the fox-trot
With Jack-in-a-box ?We are now !

I'll take you to my army of renegades and fools
Six old tin toy soldiers
From my Waterloo's at school
We could have a lot of fun
Chasing rainbows in the sun
Purple, yellow, blue or green ?
What's the colours of your strange and wicked dreams…
Your wicked dreams

Are we dancing the fox-trot
With Jack-in-a-box?
We are now!