Martha & The Muffins Terminal Twilight

There’s a telephone ringing in an empty room

And car brakes squealing

Distant traffic, constant sighing

Far-off voices mumbling

Vah-vah-vah jet plane droning

Dogs barking \ kitchens moaning

Dishes rattling in a sink

A screen door slams

Someone’s laughing

Grass is being softly trembled

Heavy object dragged on gravel

Children screaming

My own heart beating

Fighting down the panic, panic, panic!

Shapeless silhouettes slipping \ Just out of sight

Car headlights screaming \ Inescapable light

Telephone voice droning \ The words can’t be right

You were warm, even breathing \ This Sunday last night

Lying formless faces \ Turning away

Deaf lips fall silent \ No words to say

If only they’d leave me \ Perhaps you might stay

In my windowless room \ Night turns to day

There’s a crack in my walls

And it looks just like you

Sometimes my sheets are the hills of Arabia

But someone always pulls them down again

Now I think I can hear you \ An inaudible sigh

In the mirror I see you’re \ Inbetweening by

And I reach out to touch you \ This must be a lie

I call out your name \ But there is no reply

Martha & The Muffins Black Stations / White Stations

A voice inside my car told me today

There was a song of love they would not play

She was black, he was white

A voice inside my car told me today

Black stations, white stations break down the doors

Stand up and face the music, this is 1984

Black stations, white stations feet on the floor

Dance on the ceiling with us, this is 1984, ha!

When I dream, I dream in black and white

Trip the light fantastic through the night

Dance with me while they sleep

When I dream, I dream in black and white

Black stations, white stations break down the doors

Stand up and face the music, this is 1984

Black stations, white stations feet on the floor

Dance on the ceiling with us, this is 1984, ha!

If waves could speak, I wonder what they’d say

The tides are growing stronger everyday

Sink or swim, let them in

If waves could speak, I wonder what they’d say

Black stations, white stations break down the doors

Stand up and face the music, this is 1984

Black stations, white stations feet on the floor

Dance on the ceiling with us, this is 1984, ha!

Black stations, white stations break down the doors

Stand up and face the music, this is 1984

Black stations, white stations feet on the floor

Dance on the ceiling with us, this is 1984, ha!

She was black, he was white

She was black, he was white

She was black, he was white

She was black, he was white

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Martha & The Muffins Paint By Number Heart

I could tell it from the start (tell it from the start)

That you wanted me to be (wanted me to be)

A certain kind of girl (a kind of girl)

That I know just isn’t me (well I know just isn’t me)

Well I’ve gone along this far

And I’ve tried to play the part

But now, you’d better listen

I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

There are things I’ve gotta do (things I gotta do)

That I’ve put off much too long (I’ve put off much too long)

I’m tired of always asking (I’m always asking)

If those things are right or wrong (if those things are right or wrong)

Well I’ve got to face the facts

Try and make a brand new start now

Walk out and don’t look back

‘Cause I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

Your star is too restricted

And your moons are black and grey

No matter what I say or do

You colour it the wrong way

You’re green with envy, red with rage

You change from day to day

This situation’s dangerous

I gotta get away

I’ve tried to shape my life (I shaped my life)

So there’s room enough for you (room enough for you)

Mind if I say you’re everything (you’re everything)

Well now you know it isn’t true (well you know it isn’t true)

Well I don’t know if you’ll find a girl

To be your piece of art

So sad to say it won’t be me

‘Cause I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

Oh no, I haven’t got a paint-by-number heart

Martha & The Muffins Echo Beach

I know it’s out of fashion

And a trifle uncool

But I can’t help it

I’m a romantic fool

It’s a habit of mine

To watch the sun go down

On Echo Beach, I watch the sun go down

From nine to five, I have to spend my time at work

My job is very boring, I’m an office clerk

The only thing that helps me pass the time away

Is knowing I’ll be back at Echo Beach someday

On a silent summer evening

The sky’s alive with lights

A building in the distance

Surrealistic sight

On Echo Beach

Waves make the only sound

On Echo Beach

There’s not a soul around

From nine to five, I have to spend my time at work

My job is very boring, I’m an office clerk

The only thing that helps me pass the time away

Is knowing I’ll be back at Echo Beach someday

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Echo Beach, far away in time

Martha & The Muffins Saigon

Limping in the hotel Hilton

Spending days in old Saigon

Walking in pagoda gardens

Drinking absinthe till dawn

City of obscure paternity

Paris of the Orient

Tumbling off into eternity

Bastard of the East and West

Endless nights filled with haunting shadows

Slowly fade into morning mist

Faces seen, but not remembered

A place where time does not exist

Martha & The Muffins Indecision

My life is in a rut

Though my problem’s clear-cut

I find I have two faces

And my hand is in two places

I know I must make a decision

If only they’d invent human fission

A dual personality, my mind permits

I only have one body, it just can’t do the splits

My body is caught

By this freedom of thought

My brain is in confusion

‘Cause I’m faced with all this choosin’

Here we go…

I wish that I could be decisive,

Then I’d understand where life is going, for me

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