OBEDIENCE

This isn't the time This isn't the place This isn't the end This isn't the season. Stick to the facts Who made the rules? How long ago! No rhyme or reason. Your time is up Please join this line Complete this form Time is money. You don't conform You don't compute Check one box This isn't funny.

Obedience...

I take exception to your rules Is this life or is this school? You say your hands are tied, invisible chains. Take a number have a seat This screaming phrase repeats Repeats and repeats in my ear. If it's money don't be late Objections have to wait It isn't your responsibility. Take a number have a seat This screaming phrase repeats Repeats and repeats and repeats and repeats and repeats...

It's too much fun It's much too plain They rule it's much Too much to handle. They close our eyes Decide what's right The naked truth Could cause a scandal. The more they hide The more devised Imaginations Can't be shattered. It's for your soul It's for your good Your mental health's A fragile matter.

Obedience...

Words, Music: M. Johnson

WORLD WITHOUT BORDERS

Living life as if life were safe Forty years without a hiding place One day a friend, the next a foe Never-ending tension lying low Targets from the cradle to the grave Every day another borrowed day. l am singing. I am singing: World, world without borders World without end. Your future stolen from behind closed doors Busy leaders busy breeding wars The world is yours but they don't let on Always claiming that they're never wrong "VICTORY AT ANY COST!" Have they won or have both sides lost?

I am singing. I am singing: World, world without borders World without end.

Words: M.Gane, M.Johnson Music: M.Johnson

WALKING INTO WALLS

She's feigning close attention to the sound that he is making He wants to know why he never wins- ooh! Short on answers she secretly desires To shed her clothes- dance naked on the table.

This is not acceptable behaviour in a jazz club. This is not acceptable behaviour in a jazz club.

Walking into walls- just another urban drama Walking into walls- brou-ha-ha-ha, brou-ha-ha Walking into walls- his smile is like a blowtorch Walking into walls- ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la.

They're saying next to nothing at a party now in progress Where women flaunt the same exclusive dress- ooh! Short on patience he screams, "I'm never happy!" And takes his leave by crashing through the ceiling.

Landing on the amaryllis plant. Killing the amaryllis plant.

Walking into walls- just another urban drama Walking into walls- brou-ha-ha-ha, brou-ha-ha Walking into walls- the furniture surrounds him Walking into walls- ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la.

Words: M. Gane Music: M. Gone, M. Johnson

DANSEPARC (Every day it's tomorrow)

In a crowd, in a city I call my home Undercover on the edge I move alone Faces stare across at me With eyes that look but cannot see Out of reach, out of lave- stepping out of bounds. Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and I feel someone move close to me Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and to dance with you is all I need.

(Into the thick, into the night, into your arms in the failing light.)

Danse parc!

In a park, in a city I call your name Will the way that we dance always be the same? Hold me fast, draw me near Don't let love disappear Come to life, come together, steal me from my sleep.

Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and I feel someone move close to me Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and to dance with you is all I need...

(Into the thick, into the night, into your arms in the failing light.)

Words: M. Johnson Music: M. Gane, M.Johnson

SINS OF CHILDREN

Down on bended knees Words are whispered low Confessing sins They must invent. Harmless fantasies Penance they must pay And their souls Must all be saved.

You call them the sins of children And children must be brave You call them the sins of children And children, children must all be saved.

Angry voices heard From another room Afraid to move Afraid to cry. And if they should die Before the morning breaks Pray their souls Someone will take.

You call them the sins of children And children must be brave You call them the sins of children And children, children must all be saved.

They must be saved...

Words, Music: M.Johnson

SEVERAL STYLES OF BLONDE GIRLS DANCING

Carry me to your blue bed.

My memory was not serving me so correctly (I walked in and kissed the wrong one.) Is that what I want or is that what I am? I respect you! (I inspect you.) I respect you! I respect you!

Carry me to your blue bed.

Watching you move is like sensing The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams. Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air! You perceive me. You receive me. You retrieve me. You reprieve me.

Carry me to your blue bed. Rushing up to meet me...

Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed Is that what I want! Sensing the scheme Watching you move I should know better.

I calculate, the buildings change and there I go again Emerging from the underground not knowing where I am A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this.

Words: M.Gane Music: M.Gane, M.Johnson

BOYS IN THE BUSHES

We see the houses of the rich We see the famous orange bridge We see the many distant hills She picks tiny purple flowers Boys watch intently from a distance.

What a wonderful view! You can see everything!

Tourists are always looking up Never watching where they step Snapshots capturing the wrong things Missing the forest for the trees.

Boys in the bushes.

Down on the hillside Close to the green Flashes of heaven Sensed but not seen.

Watching the city turn We'll be gone in a day Acting like strangers Losing our way.

Words, Music: M. Gane

WHAT PEOPLE DO FOR FUN

The games that we played when we were small DOCTOR, HOUSE, WAR, we knew them all Soldiers for boys, barbies for girls Pretending to be grown-ups in a grown-up world Imaginations took us into outer space As threats of the street lamps quickened our pace Wordless chanting eenie-meenie-meinie-moe If he hollered then we had to let him go.

What people do for fun...

The scent of a man he slaps on his face She puts perfume everywhere- just in case Shaking her hips, flashing her thighs He takes it in with his bedroom eyes Communication happens out on the floor They dance until two, fuck until four Smoke in bed, while outside it rains They don't think they'll see each other again.

What people do for fun... I am using you. Am I amusing you!

Dad in the basement shoots off his gun The war was the only time he had some fun Big bands are best, of that they are sure She thinks of her wedding, being happy and poor Hockey and soaps, their only escape He shoots, he scores, someone was raped Remember the children when they were small DOCTOR, HOUSE, WAR, they played them all.

What people do for fun...

I am using you. Am I amusing you!

Words, Music: M. Johnson