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A FEW LYRICS FROM THE URGE SONGBOOK
Revolving Boy

Born in this & that
Cut of space
Feels Just like
A floating cavern

He hit his head
Against the wall
Now you can see
The behavior pattern

Revolving boy
Revolve
Turn around
Revolve, revolve, revolve
Turn around a boy

Different to you
He is different to me
The boy revolves
He writes a letter

Requires a revolving girl at once
And he loves her almost even before he's met her

Revolving boy
Revolve
Turn around
Revolve, revolve, revolve
Turn around a boy

Perfect left and perfect right together
Up and down and all around together
We must revolve together - oh -oh - oh - oh - oh

Revolving boy
Revolve
Turn around
Revolve, revolve, revolve
Turn around a boy

Turn - turn - turn

Revolve - You better revolve!

He goes to school, he eats his books
He looks at food, he hangs around
He crawls up the wall
And he doesn't know what he's doing anymore

He hangs around
The walls not there
Anymore - anymore
Anymore - anymore

Revolving boy
Revolve
Turn around
Revolve, revolve, revolve!

© 1979 David Wankling

Bobby

I and Bobby were glad when bobby was there tonight
I and Bobby were glad when bobby was there tonight
(Because) They're on overload again
They're on overload again

Every soul looks demented (oh demented)
They would not have been good for me
They would not have been good for me

So Bobby and I were glad
That bobby is looking around
So Bobby and I were glad
That bobby's looking around

Their frugal minds were fit to burst
Outlandish cries that mean the worst
The blue light shines and they light up
They drag their feet and stamp about

B - O - BOBBY - B - O - B - B - Y
B - O - BOBBY - B - O - B - B - Y
B - O- B - B - Y!

The night almost began at quarter the past eleven
Bobby shines his light and moves my cracked whine smile

AS A RULE I DONT LIKE BOBBY
AS A RULE HE'S NOT TOO KIND

Tonight he helped me quite a lot
Tonight he helped me quite a lot
For once I didn't quite mind

But they wanted to kick him
He didn't know what to do
Bobby won't talk to bobby
He never would dress in blue

As a rule I don't like bobby
As a rule he's not too kind
He wouldn't know what to do
He never would dress in blue

B - O - B - B - Y

6 - 0 - 6 - 6 - 4

© 1979 David Wankling

Outside Interference

Bloodstained footprints in the snow
Ghost riders in the sky
The slide towards shutdown
Is coming home

Red shift's gonna take some beating
Make french hearts bleed
What can I do?

To fill in the blank space
The same dumb questions
Haunted by the past
Magazine was empty
Our wires were crossed

Sitting in a car
Turned the radio off
Got a party goin'
It's the same old song

Give me the new noise x4

On my shiny red transistor
The current crisis goes on, and it's
Outside interference
Just a shot in the dark

Frankenstein heartbeat
One electric guitar
A stranger in the shadows
Who'd never learnt to dance

In the cold harsh monochrome
I caught a brief glimpse of you
In a black beetle VW
Driving through the snow

The talks had failed
The house was now empty
He'll take some beating in the weekend riots

Give me the new noise x 4

And it's outside interference x 4

Outside

© 1979 Kevin Harrison

Shadow Man

Who's sending the angels to Coventry
He spoke in his new voice
Everyone loves a mystery
Though they seem to have very little choice

Against the fall of night
Teenage torso queens go girl go
Shards cut in towards them
At the red light disco show

Wham! It's the Shadow Man
He has his fingers into everything
Yes, it's the Shadow Man
No way of knowing who's next

He paints a disturbing picture
He's always forecasting doom
Pain, real or imaginary
Invades the living room

He works in miracle alley
Just a little way down the street
Desperate with a secret guilt
The action man he'll never be

Wham! It's the Shadow Man
He has his fingers into everything
Yes, it's the Shadow Man
No way of knowing who's next x 3

Some people work very hard
On the fabric of society you can trust
Somebody damned, slammed the door
And the street was transformed into clouds of dust

From the monsters who vomit darkness
To the sound of the sonic boom
To the vibrations of a nervous membrane
In a quiet suburban bedroom

Wham! It's the Shadow Man
He has his fingers into everything
Yes, it's the Shadow Man
No way of knowing who's next x 3
Who's next?

© 1979 Kevin Harrison