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Rite Time (1989)
1989
1.
On The Beautiful Side Of A Romance
2.
3.
Below This Level (Patient's Song)
4.
5.
6.
7.
Give The Drummer Some
8.
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On The Beautiful Side Of A Romance

[No lyrics]

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Bad man running round, running around the corner,
Bad man running round, running round the block,
Bad man running round, running around the corner,
Bad man can't go, he can't, no, he can't stop.

Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, ciao, ciao, ciliciaoi,
Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, bad man, bad man, oh.
Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, ciao, ciao, ciliciaoi,
Ciao, ciao, ciliciao.

Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, ciao, ciao, ciliciaoi,
Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, ciao, ciao, back to me,
Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, ciao, ciao, ciliciaoi,
Ciao, ciao, ciliciao, ciao, ciao, waoh!

Didou, didou, didou, didou,
Didou, didou, didou, didou,
Didou, didou, didou, didou,
Didou, didou, didou, didou.

Back to lose, I've been around to see,
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, to see me,
He was a baby, will belong to his daddy.
Did you believe, did you believe, did you believe this life?

He was a baby from lease to evil,
I been me, been me, I wouldn't be,
Jesse James was his name,
Jesse James was his name,
Jesse James was his name,
Jesse James was his.

Two times,
Big time,
Four times,
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, Jesse James,
Get it, Jesse James!
Jesse James, Jesse James, not the same, no,
Jesse was bad, bad to the bone.

. . .

Below This Level (Patient's Song)

[No lyrics]

. . .


Dreisenberg, keep your head up,
Dreisenberg.

Moving all along from Paris to here,
What you say you say, my dear, dear, dear, dear,
Dear, dear, dear, dear,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.
Moving right along, moving right along,
Moving right along, moving right along.

Dreisenberg, Dreisenberg,
Dreisenberg, I said Dreisenberg.

Moving all along the track, moving all along the track,
Moving all along the track, Dreisenberg,
Ahahahaha, ahahahaha,
Ahahahaha, ahahahaha, get it!

I said Dreisenberg.

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Good night, sinner,
All right with me,
If it's the wrong way
Let me get close to you now,
Ohwaoh.
Don't pay, no, what did you to me,
Oh yes, your silent partner in your mystery?
Oh, midnight man, oh,
Don't let me get you on the wrong track.
It's hardly, hardly , hardly, hardly,
Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly,
Hardly, hardly, hardly bad.
It's the sound, former ground
Coming down, coming down with ice,
Beaten round, beaten round,
Beaten round like the sound,
Coming on the night.
Oh, midnight sin,
Oh, midnight sinner,
Don't make no mistake, oh,
Don't beat it now, yeah.
Why don't you go and get it now, yeah, yeah?
Oh, may sign, oh, may sign like a new child,
Hardly sign like a new child.
Yes, it's OK.

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Alright, alright.

Get it while you can, when you can you can be square,
But you know you can't be square, the hoolah hoolah dance.
Get it while you can, when you can you can be square,
But you know you can't be square, the hoolah hoolah dance.

You can't in the hoolah hoolah dance.

Oh, we don't repence in the hoolah hoolah dance,
They do their dance in the Southern side of France.
Oh, what did you say when the Southern side of France
They do their dance, oh, dance, oh?
We don't repence in the hoolah hoolah dance,
They do their dance in the Southern side of France.
We don't repence in the hoolah hoolah dance,
They do their dance in the Southern side of France.

We don't repence in the hoolah hoolah dance,
They do their dance in the Southern side of France.
We don't repence in the hoolah hoolah dance,
They do their dance in the Southern side of France.

Hoolah hoolah hoolah dance, skipping along,
Hoolah hoolah hoolah dance.
Hoolah hoolah hoolah dance, skipping along,
Hoolah hoolah hoolah dance.

Apologies intended for the man who was suspended,
But I'll tell you what's a man in the hoolah hoolah dance.
Somewhere below this love will never run,
But they don't repence when they're having, having fun.

Alright, oh yeah, OK,
Get it, get it, get it, gotta get it away.
Alright, oh yeah, OK,
Get it, get it, get it, gotta get it away.
Ow!

No disrepeat intended, but I know I am suspended,
But no matter can be rended in the hoolah hoolah dance.
Apologies intended for the man who was suspended,
But I'll tell you what's a man in the hoolah hoolah dance.

Alright, oh yeah, OK,
Get it, get it, get it, gotta get it away.
Alright, oh yeah, OK,
Get it, get it, get it, gotta get it away.

Ohya, ohayaya, ohya, ohayeah,
Ohya, ohayaya, ohya, oh, get away,
Ohya, ohayaya, ohya, oh, get away,
Ooh.

. . .

Give The Drummer Some

[No lyrics]

. . .


In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future.

Cracking all like it's a game,
But you never, never care,
Cracking all that's in the air,
So, my friend, beware.

In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future,
Lies the future, lies the future,
In the distance lies the future.

All the sights in cyberation,
All your stars in figuration,
In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future,
In the distance lies the future.

Mercy, mercy, mercy.
In the distance, in the distance lies the future.

You may try to get yourself there,
But try to get the other way here.
You may try to get yourself there,
But try to get the other way here.
In the distance lies the future.

Hold the cows, it's a sound from outer space.
In the distance lies the future.

Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
In the distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
Distance, distance, distance, distance,
In the distance lies the future.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
In the distance lies the future, lies the future.

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