BABBLE The Lyrics



SWAMP (S. O'Néill)

When the cold wind blows And the air is damped with fear Can`t rely on the stars to die Untill the one you`re still holdin In a swamp In a swamp You`re just another bit tumbled You sit around the light You won`t feel on your knees Can`t feel it on your wife In a swamp Wake up every morning With concrete in the head You rather swallow up the freedom That all radiates instead In a swamp Down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down Going down down In a swamp In a swamp Yeah she said When the lights go dim Yeah she said When the lights go dim Yeah she said When the lights go dim Yeah she said When the lights go dim Yeah she said When the lights go dim Yeah she said When the lights go dim She said Yeah she said When the lights go dim Again Yeah she said When the lights go dim In the Swamp swamp In the Swamp swamp In the Swamp swamp swamp swamp swamp Swamp swamp When the cold wind blows And the air is damped with fear Can`t rely on the stars to die Until you see the one you`re Still Holdin In the swamp In the swamp

SPIN CYCLE (S. Mack)

Well You say you're not sure if they approve of us I'm not so sure that I do either Better afar and apart Than a crying bleeding heart World doesn't need anymore sorrow Yeah Selfish you say maybe so with my time As they say it all begins at home The true test of generosity Comes into play when dealing to your own But loneliness keeps my head a mess Now I'm hungry now I'm tired Days like molasses flow uninspired Can't seem to get without regret too much of you Can't find the fun to add to one to make two But loneliness keeps my head a mess Head a mess My head's a mess

FOR WHAT IT`S WORTH (D. O'Néill / R. O`Gormain)

All these years I`ve felt derision For the fools who claim revision Nothing`s ever changed to these eyes Nothing`s ever changed at all Those who seek some inspiration Can`t find the guiding light at all It`s once again the degregation Still the sand flows so freely from hand to hand Still the sand flows so freely from hand to hand For the ones who need assurance What does justice mean to them It`s just another fake illusion It`s filled with acid test once more Still the sand flows so freely from hand to hand Still the sand flows so freely from hand to hand Still the sand flows so freely from hand to hand Still the sand flows so freely from hand to hand From hand to hand From hand to hand From hand to hand From hand to hand

BIG DECISION (S. O'Néill)

See my honey in the streets It`s desolate but where she likes to meet Economies gets weaker Reactionaries stronger As they get satisfaction on their knees You rather sail the ocean Than make A big Decision I won`t function anymore Plastic bullets shoot headlines in store Business men get richer Individual stronger Bells won`t ring when scum boot down the door You rather sail the ocean Than make A big Decision What you`ve gotta do In this day and age You gotta agitate Educate Organize Take the time to live Take the time to give You gotta agitate Educate Organize See my honey in the street It`s desolate but where she likes to meet I`d like to keep her Make her even sweeter For anyone who cares to be with me You rather sail the ocean Than make A big Decision You rather sail the ocean Than make A big Decision What you`ve gotta do In this day and age You gotta agitate Educate Organize Take the time to live Take the time to give You gotta agitate Educate Organize

STATIC (D. O'Néill)

Crushed all together Slushed out in slime We can move on right through This striction combined Socially static It`s open you dry I can go on right now with a shot in the eye Captured in pleasure Now blow up your mind I`m moving on and on Sweet lover of mine Called me with whispers Don`t catch me alive Can you ease on through Cold love of mine Float down the river And blow me to bits Stop `till we organize and unforgettin` it She`s a natural genious This master of surprise It`s time to judge them now With pointing at the skies Socially static It`s open you dry I can go on right now with a shot in the eye Called me with whispers Don`t catch me alive Can you ease on through Cold love of mine

SPLIT (C. McLaughlin)

I cross the great divide but I can't get over I reach my hand out to touch but I get burned I won't I won't I won't I won't accept myself I won't I won't I won't I won't accept myself You look at me sideways and I feel so small You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split I cross the great divide but I can't get over I reach my hand out to touch but I get burned I won't I won't I won't I won't accept myself I won't I won't I won't I won't accept myself You look at me sideways and I feel so small You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split You make me want to Ah Split

BELLY BUGS (That Petrol Emotion)


IN THE PLAYPEN (C. McLaughlin)


INSIDE (S. O'Néill / R. O'Gormáin)


CHESTER BURNETTE (S. O'Néill)

All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be Burn it up Burn it up just tried to lose those girls and boys All I want to be All I want to be Burn it up Burn it up just tried to lose those girls and boys All I want to be All I want to be I`m crazy Don`t wanna die Make me lose and make me cry Burn it up just tried to lose those girls and boys All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be Tear it up Tear it up and let`s forget those girls and boys All I want to be All I want to be Tear it up Tear it up and let`s forget those girls and boys All I want to be All I want to be I practice that Stumble and tow Cotton ball Don`t wanna let go Tear it up and let`s forget those girls and boys Burn it up All I want to be All I want to be Burn it up All I want to be All I want to be Burn it up All I want to be All I want to be Burn it up All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be All I want to be

CREEPING TO THE CROSS (C. McLaughlin)

Ah ah Ah ah ... With a jingle And a jangle And a tingle And a tangle You can slip and slide You can slip and slide To eternity You can`t walk a tight rope Without a safety net Can't forget your tight fist Queuing for it's debt With some shame and sham And some blame and glam With some shame and sham And some blame and glam Tiptoeing west With blindfolds on Tiptoeing west With blindfolds on And I`d rather be the devil than go Creeping to the cross With a jingle And a jangle And a tingle And a tangle You can slip and slide You can slip and slide To eternity You can`t walk a tight rope Without a safety net Can't forget your tight fist Queuing for it's debt Ah ah Ah ah... And I`d rather be the devil than go Creeping to the cross Ah ah Ah ah... With some shame and sham And some blame and glam With some shame and sham And some blame and glam Tiptoeing west With blindfolds on Tiptoeing west With blindfolds on And I`d rather be the devil than go Creeping to the cross Ah ah Ah ah...