Transmission

Your confiscating transmission
Of liberty, no sympathy
Don't interfere with direct invitations
She's talking of communial love

If you had what it takes
Well you wouldn't be afraid
But you got no I.D.
No identity

Don't break your heart over me baby
Your body falls, too unpredictable
But I'm dancing
The game is up
Your contraceptives love

You programme love insatiable crime
Imprisons me in liberty
Your chauvanism's a sensuous smile
Transmission of commercial love

The Unconventional

Take Position and love will take a stand
That is the way it goes

No inquisition no cynical demands
No-one should ever know

Because I'm dancing
Dancing to your heart
Dancing to your heart now baby
Oh what a way to start

Well I'm trying to find 
All the love we discovered
That is the way it goes

No perversion 
In this unconventional love
Nothing I'd rather see

No diversion 
In this unintentional love
No way I'd rather be

Wish You Were Black

Degredation takes a soul potential
The woman ain't to blame
Infiltrate the morning's passing hours
But love remains the same

I know I wish you were black
But ain't no use you pretending
She ain't ever coming back
To put you on the right track

Unamerican humour
All American smile
Hovers on the horizon baby
But no-one can reply well well

Breezin, breesin, she's no lover
Breezin, breezin

Satisfaction unrequited
A ghetto in your heart
Hoards of mass production baby
Is keeping us apart

I know I wish you were black
But ain't no use singing gospel
She ain't ever coming back
To put you on the right track

Performance

Take it easy check me out

I move from the car wash
Your hands are not clean 
From your fascist graffitti
I'm getting kind of tired
Descending escalators 
To the heart of the subway
But you are not the only one, baby
Check me out

Oh well it's getting kind of silly
Inadequate bodies are waging a war
But you'd better check the situation
Your mouth is open wide 
But your body is too sore
But you are not the only one baby
Check me out

But my performance is good
My performance is good
For your love for your love
My performance is good
As I perform for you
Another nervous breakdown

Well nobody has to suffer
The camera ejects from another location
Take refuge in the city
Then move on down the line
Between the cradle of stations
But you are not the only one
Check me out

Lovers On Main Street

Begging pleading lose your love to me
It's all that I need
No fool can ease my heart my love 
The way that you do
I will follow you
Lovers on Main Street

Don't forget me when you're laughing
Disbelieving in all that's been said
When you're lying back to back 
With your problems
Satisfaction comes slow
You will never know 
Lovers on Main Street

When you need somebody to love
Think of me
But if your time has come
You'll find lovers on Main Street

Arguementative self conceited 
You console all the love I possess
But you'll conceal your own misfortune
Leave heartache behind
You can always find 
Lovers on Main Street

Don't Rain On My Parade

Don't tell me what to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade

I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm spammed out
Your turn at bat sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat sir
Nearly didn't make it

Maybe I'm just a rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A cinder of a shiny apple of it's eye
I've gotta fly once
Only can die once
Right sir
Love is juicy, juicy and I'll say
I gotta have my bite sir

Look out love oh babe I'm coming
Don't tell me not to march
My heart's a drummer
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade

I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
High on the target and wham
One shot one gunshot and bam!

Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade

Suburban Love

Below the city's hustle begins
Expression lost in suburban winds
Don't waste my time the way you do
My heart on Main Street my love for you

Take your turn on the love carousel
Your time will come and I wish you well
'Cos you've got love
Got a whole lot more
You'vce got what I've been searching for

Earth wind, earth wind and fire
Cannot take me take me much higher
Earth wind earth wind and fire
Cannot push me push me much higher

Slow down a love can't wait
When time comes for you, you can't be late
Burning love the whole night through
My heart's decided my love's for you

So let the wind come rushing in
Feel a soul sensation begin
'Cos you've got love
Got a whole lot more
You've got what I've been searching for

Adolescent Sex

The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter
We're just another hype
But the pressure's getting harder

Get on up get on up
Take it much higher

Lovers etiquette make love on first impression
And adolescent sex with juvinile intentions

Whatever gets you through the night
Just keep on dancing

Well the lady buys a thrill
Excitement in succession
But a heartache won't partake
In articulate obsession

Oh well pretty things at rest
No courtesy surprising
For love is heaven blessed
All catastrophies denying

When we were out on the streets
With lovers infections
Count impossibilities by illumination
And your body's still damp
From your one-room apartment
And your heartache remains
Then love's not the anecdote
You'll submerge again
Emerge again
Just get adolescent sex

(Can you hear me?)

Communist China

Your skin a white stained sensation
Clinical bodies won't do
And as we're pumping, pumping and resisting
Inserting love into you

Communist China
Take me to heaven
Somebody wrong
We'll throw glass in your face
Call it new propaganda
'Cos we've been waiting for so long

I'll take you out in the moonlight
Oblique horizons won't do
The knife in your fist
Is breaking up the white walls
Here's penetration for you

face to face confrontation
Personal problems for you
The conversation's getting far too vicious
Impersonation won't do

Television

I apologise again
Time after time after time
The conversation drifts

In no general direction
And your aural love 
Is keeping me from bed
And it's talking and talking
It's all you ever said
You know it's all you want

Television

You don't fool me you don't fool me
No surprises no surprises
Love in the hallway
Sex on the carpet
Antagonism rising
You know you try to categorise me
Because it's all you want

Television

But you're changing my love
Coz all you want is television

No heart is infected
No damage is done
No cavity open
Nobody no fun
They throw shit in your face
And you smile
They throw shit in your face
And you still come up smiling
You've got nothing to believe in
The diverse
The young
The breathing
Coz it's all you want

Television

You've got blasphemy with a smile
Insomnia sleeps with you nights
You've got commercail sex appeal
In sterile black and white
You're glorious colourless motion
From reel to reel you run
Nocturnal television
Internal sanctum
Coz it's all you want

Television

F***ing television

Todas músicas compostas por David Sylvian exceto Don't Rain On My Parade por Jule Styne/Bob Merrill

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