(Lyrics: Janey Diamond / Music: Gold-Bloss)

If you need a holiday somewhere in the sun
Let me show you something that is really fun
Take a sparkling holiday somewhere in bubblegum
You can lie down in the shadow of electric silver trees
You can play ferry sinking victim looking water-ski
And if you want excitement ask the poet kids
They all look like Charly Manson a bit
Take a sparkling holiday.. it’s such a fun
You might have a quite interesting sightseeing tour
Go to hangover purgatory nightmare shore
See the damned and the dead and the died for love
The commercial gurus, the artist and the stuff
And if you come to lovey church
Sit down in second row
You can hear your sister screaming in the room below
And the priest will claim thus they might be sure
A girl can either be a saint or a whore
Take a sparkling holiday…
Come to the old bridge where the jokers
Juggle with your fears
Give them a penny and they’ll show you
How to exercise
And under the bridge the junkies shoot sperm
It’s so expensive these days
And they substitute the yearning
And if you want to dine, go to Loony’s Inn
They serve sweet, good collapse with trauma and gin
And afterwards you may need a rest
Then I’ll tell you Pere Lachaise is the best
Take a sparkling holiday…
Take a sparkling holiday…

(Lloyd)

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(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)

Once I was so sure, once I was so blind
Wonder what you said if you read my mind
Angel in a car, devil on a cross
Scarecrows in the fields, Jesus on the rocks
Letters in the rain, rabbit on the run
God was made for you, lizards for the sun
Monkey in the moon, I can see you through
Monkey in the moon, this one’s made for you
(-> message understood?)

Flower in a word, words without a priest
Wings without a bird, beauty without beast
Signal overkill, trains are overdue
Fool upon a hill, ocean overview
Letters in the rain. . .
Fool upon a hill, trains are overdue
Except what we forgot nothing’s really new
Head above the clouds, eyes are opened wide
Windmill burning down, walk into the light
Walk into the light
Monkey in the moon…
Letters in the rain
This one’s made for you
This one’s made for you

(Lloyd-Echolette)

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(Gold-Bloss)

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(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Bloss)

I’m your best friend the dream…
You need a friend without a doubt
I wonder why you came around
Are you awake or do you dream
You’re stuck inside a frozen scene

I’m your best friend the dream…
I’m your best friend the dream…

(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)

She’s like a frostfern in my head
The lamplight burns my eyes and then she fades away
My pencil’s frozen in my hand
And the letter i can’t write, it seems to be a desert without end
I woke up late at night
She called me up then disappeared
And the echo of her voice filled the empty places in my dreams
With the silent tide
She fades away
Again
She fades away
She fades away again,
Don’t go now, please stay
My senses are cruising through a void
As pale reflections play on the deserted road
I hear a humming of machines
A distant sound like thunder
Crawling through the cold
There’s no escape, i know,
I run around in circles without end
And the more the memory grows
Dissolving from reality
With the silent tide
She fades away…
…don’t make me cry
This time, i’ve got to learn
I know, she won’t return
I know, she won’t return

(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)

Lonely boy
Gazing on the afternoon
People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day
There’s a little yellow man
Standing by the railway station
Painting portraits on the brickwalls
Of Billie Holloway
Lovely lady smile,
Dance, my dear,
I’m only operating on Lassie come home
This was authentic you, she spoke,
This was authentic you who blew me cold
She had no chance to realize
It hit her straight between the eyes
So I’ve been told
In the park, she’s giving out some photographs
On which she’s giving out some photos
Of what she hands around
They videoed a ghost tonite,
She said before I turned it off
It rode an orange paper bike
And left without a sound
Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door
And shout it out
Lassie come home, come home
This was authentic you, she spoke,
This was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold
I had no chance to realize
It hit her straight between the eyes
So I’ve been told
Lonely girl
Dancing in a music hall
Lightning struck her silver starship
And turned it into stone
And now she’s falling all the time
Into that void beyond her grey eyes
Somewhere a telephone is ringing
But nobody’s at home
Hello, junkie sweetheart
Listen now, this is your captain calling
Your captain is dead
Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door
And shout it out, shout it out
Shout it out
Shout it out
Lassie come home
This is your captain calling
We’re falling all the time
All the time
Lassie come home
Lassie come home

(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)

She sits by the window, stares into the night
Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside
Far beyond the atmospheres
She is listening for a call to take her homewards
To herself
Oh, I love you so
He who’s master of the icy shots
Won’t harm you in the morning
She knows that the pavement’s hard
There between the stars
To travel on to martian homesick city
She is weeping silently but there’s not a tear
Just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling
The dance of the foraging bee will number
All the things she has been longing for all of her life
I will not pass this night in vain, she says
I’ll stand this kind of rain
I know the way, I’ll find the path
Yes, carol wants to go to mars
Back where the red-cold sun is sinking
To the channels of D’daar
Day breaks through the grating
Someone moves a chair
And sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass
Take a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays
Why aren’t you sleeping in the night
Oh, I love you so
He who’s master of the icy shots
Won’t harm you till the evening
We shall meet tomorrow night
And I’ll kiss you just as tenderly
As Cygnus kissed the deserts
As Cygnus kissed the deserts

(Gold-Lloyd-Mertens)

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