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Saw Johnny tonight
But we didn't say hello to each other
We're all moving pretty fast these days
Bumping around like bumper cars
Slippery kelp in the tide
It's awful hard to hang on to each other
Flying around hot H2O molecules
Balls that come in contact often alter their direction
High pressure days, high pressure
High pressure days, high pressure
High pressure days, bumping round bumper cars
High pressure days, high pressure!
Our paths still cross in these high pressure days
A crowd pattern will emerge
Exchange phone numbers, wither away
Our paths still cross in these high pressure days
A crowd pattern will emerge
Exchange phone numbers, wither away
High pressure days, finding that our motions
High pressure nights, fit into a pattern
High pressure days, finding that our motions
High pressure nights, fit into a pattern
Saw Johnny tonight
But we didn't say hello to each other
We're all moving pretty fast these days
Bumping around like bumper cars
Slippery kelp in the tide
It's awful hard to hang on to each other
Flying around hot H2O molecules
Balls that come in contact often alter their direction
High pressure days, high pressure
High pressure days, high pressure
High pressure days, bumping round bumper cars
High pressure days, high pressure!
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Roger liked to watch her with a telescope
And follow her around with a tape recorder
He put the information in the firm's computer
Comparative analysis, he thought he knew her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
He pulled out his digital calculator
And figured out a formula on how he could make her
Bill Wyman's T.V. course for data technicians
Planned his future around a woman and children
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
Roger finally met her on an elevator
And put his plan to work for a movie and dinner
But afterwards he realized there's no gratification
Without digital stimulation
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
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Out of six million sperm cells
I came in first and won a warm moving body
A warm moving body, a warm moving body
I came in first and won a warm moving body
We are the ones
The ones that got the bodies
We are the ones
The ones that got the bodies
The warm...moving...bodies
I get to see hear touch taste smell my partner
Attracted by the odor I respond to the stimulus
A gene machine surrounded by a cell wall
Protective shell of similar units
We are the ones
The ones that got the bodies
We are the ones
The ones that got the bodies
The warm...moving...bodies
Skyscraper cells
Full of water
A portion of matter, structure and substance
Scientifically different than the monkey
Turn back the hand of time with a youthful chin line
Turn back the hand of time with a youthful chin line
On our warm...moving...bodies
Look sharp feel sharp be sharp see sharp
Head to foot and cellar to attic
Lovely hair deserves fine care
There's a five o'clock shadow
Beneath skin level
We are the ones
The ones that got the bodies
We are the ones
The ones that got the bodies
The warm...moving...bodies
An anonymous sperm bank donation
Stepping in a roll of propagation
Versatile hands and a well-developed larynx
A nose that blows
Tongue that licks
Now let's
Turn off the sentences
And turn on the senses
On our warm...moving...bodies
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My dad yells, I gotta leave
Get into my car, I drive hard
Outside, it's a real nice blur
But inside, I'm just sitting here
I want to be a blur, I wanna be GO
I wanna be go, I want to be a blur
I wanna be GO!
Like the blood in my veins
I drive around the same old lanes
With windows up at a hundred & ten
I feel my sigh upon my head
I've never held a girl
As long as this wheel
One two oh
It seems so still
I punch it to the floor
I hit the tape machine
I open up the windows
And listen to the scream
Now no more time, no more space
just energy...until I stop some place
I WANNA BE A BLUR, I WANNA BE GO
Let's GO!
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO....GO
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When the sun goes down
And leaves this unit all alone
I stand up to face him
Because i'm tired of this lie life
When no one hears my shoes
And no one sees my face
I feel just like a fast fog
That goes dancing past the street light
When the sun goes down
And leaves this unit all alone
I stand up to face him
Because i'm tired of his lie life
Surrounded by smells
Surrounded by sounds
I feel life on my skin
Like a fog that's on a street light
So quietly i yell
It's my time now
Invisible man
What i want to be
The crest of a wave
Escaping the sea
A dot of the fog
Evaporating
The part of the wind
That lives in the night
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I see a lot of people lined up in formation
Waiting for lively moments to come to them like victims
Rows and rows and rows of vampire eyes
This is a generation of cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
This is our generation
Lines & lines & lines & lines of people
Rows & rows of people feasting on a rare man's life
Lines and lines of people, waiting for a victim
This is a generation of cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
This is our generation
People out there lying, waiting to be discovered
People out there lying, hoping to be discovered
Rows & rows of graves waiting to be uncovered
This is a generation of cannibals
Hoping some rare man's blood is going to give them life
Hoping some rare man's blood is going to give them life
Hoping some rare man's blood is going to give them life
This is a generation of cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
Cannibals, Cannibals, Cannibals
This is our generation
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His father was a lawyer
Mother a psychologist
He was just a boy who liked to torture bugs
When they'd go out to work
He'd go out to play
With pockets full of weapons
Bugs you'd better stay out of my way
He'd say
There's no love, no understanding
I just torture the bugs
It's survival of the fittest
And torture for the winner
He liked to get in garbage cans
And capture little bugs
And burn them with a magnifying glass
After he pulled off their wings
His father did not think it right
To pick upon helpless things
And his mother did not understand
How he could be so unfeeling
He'd say
There's no love, no understanding
I just torture the bugs
It's survival of the fittest
And torture for the winner
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Not new, old hat
Good times, low rent
Known love, same language
Good bargain, same brand
Minutes matter and the hearts beats weaker
Hair grows thinner and the fat gets thicker
Is it passion, or patterns you're after?
When you worry so much about your image
You only look good in front of a mirror
When you worry so much about your image
You only look good in front of a mirror
Minutes matter and the hearts beats weaker
Hair grows thinner and the fat gets thicker
Is it passion, or patterns you're after?
You calculate the things that worked in the past
And think that will guarantee your future success
Your formula provokes no exhaustion or esteem
You end up in the dough boy's skin.
Minutes matter and the hearts beats weaker
Hair grows thinner and the fat gets thicker
Is it passion, or patterns you're after?
Is it really passion, or patterns you're after?
Is it really passion, or patterns you're after?
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GO (Instrumental)
02:12
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CANNIBALS (Instrumental)
02:47
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BUGBOY (Instrumental)
02:14
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When the sun goes down
And leaves this unit all alone
I stand up to face him
Because i'm tired of this lie life
When no one hears my shoes
And no one sees my face
I feel just like a fast fog
That goes dancing past the street light
When the sun goes down
And leaves this unit all alone
I stand up to face him
Because i'm tired of his lie life
Surrounded by smells
Surrounded by sounds
I feel life on my skin
Like a fog that's on a street light
So quietly i yell
It's my time now
Invisible man
What i want to be
The crest of a wave
Escaping the sea
A dot of the fog
Evaporating
The part of the wind
That lives in the night
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1,2,3,4!
I see a lot of people lined up in formation
Waiting for lively moments to come to them like victims
Rows and rows and rows of vampire eyes
This is a generation of cannibals
(Chorus)
Lines & lines & lines & lines of people
Rows & rows of people feasting on a rare man's life
Lines and line of people, waiting for a victim
This is a generation of cannibals
(Chorus)
People out there lying, waiting to be discovered
People out there lying, hoping to be discovered
Rows & rows of graves waiting to be uncovered
This is a generation of cannibals,
Hoping some rare man's blood is going to give them life
Hoping some rare man's blood is going to give them life
Hoping some rare man's blood is going to give them life
This is a generation of cannibals
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Roger liked to watch her with a telescope
And follow her around with a tape recorder
He put the information in the firm's computer
Comparative analysis, he thought he knew her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
He pulled out his digital calculator
And figured out a formula on how he could make her
Bill Wyman's T.V. course for data technicians
Planned his future around a woman and children
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
Roger finally met her on an elevator
And put his plan to work for a movie and dinner
But afterwards he realized there's no gratification
Without digital stimulation
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
I need to know her, I need to know her, I need to know her
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UNITS - Scott Ryser Brooklyn, New York
Scott Ryser and his partner & wife, Rachel Webber, were the principal, songwriters, synth players, singers and filmmakers for the UNITS. The UNITS were one of America’s first electronic new wave bands and have been cited along with The Screamers and Suicide as pioneers of the music genre “synthpunk”. Scott & Rachel moved from SF to NYC in 1984 where Scott continues to make music & film ... more
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