“Mirror People” by Love & Rockets.
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Words and music by Love & Rockets. © 1987 Beggars Banquet.
I’m so happy with my feet on the ground
So happy, my head spins around
Quite content to sit on this fence
Quite content now a little bit older
The mirror people one day shall be free
The mirror people laugh at you and laugh at me
The mirror people, know not how to cry
So they scream, the mirror people scream inside
Because I could be nothing at all
Because I should be nothing at all
I wish I could be nothing at all
I wish I could be nothing at all
Time goes by so slow
When your stuck to me
Time goes by so slow
When your stuck to me
Yes it’s true we’re all in a gutter
And yes it’s true please set me free
The christian says
I love love everybody
And you and you and you can be free
But I’m so happy with my feet on the ground
So happy my head spins around
Quite content to sit on this fence
Quite content
Now a little bit older
Because I could be nothing at all
Because I should be nothing at all
I wish I could be nothing at all
I wish I could be nothing at all
Time goes by so slow
When your stuck to me
Time goes by so slow
When your stuck to me
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“Here On Earth” by Love & Rockets.
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Words and music by Love & Rockets. © 1987 Beggars Banquet.
All the little life forms
Upon this little earth
Multiplying dying and
Returning through rebirth
All the little children
Growing up in space
Adding their small stories
To the history of this race
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
Out-of-towners searching
For the way the world was made
Money spinners reaping
All the gifts from the arcade
All the winos drinking
To a methylated god
All the sleeping policemen
Who go by the book of plod
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
Here on Earth
Another mother’s giving birth
To another mother
Who will then give birth
To a son of a gun
Who will cause the birth
Of another,
Of the family of Earth
All the searchers asking
Who on Earth is heaven bent
All the gurus telling
That to be is heaven sent
The men in see through mirrors
Who observe the masquerade
And we the masqueraders
Who believe we have it made
Who believe we have it made
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
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“Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven” by Love & Rockets.
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Words and music by Love & Rockets. © 1987 Beggars Banquet.
Everybody wants to go to heaven
Everybody wants to go to heaven
Everybody wants to go to heaven
Do you wonder if heaven is true?
Do you want to see an angel?
Do you want to see an angel?
Do you want to hear an angel?
Do you wonder if angels are true?
The picket and the policeman
The astronaut in space
The skinhead and the student
The one who wears your face
Do you want to see the kindom
Without a king?
Do you ever really wonder
If there is such a thing?
The future king of England
The little boy in school
The T.V. commentator
The prophet and the fool
The vicar and the rapist
The prisoner and the judge
The girl who works in tesco’s
The critic with a grudge
The rebel and the teacher
The vandal and the saint
The AIDS patient and the preacher
The one who says he ain’t going anywhere
Everybody wants some heaven
Everybody wants some heaven
Everybody wants some heaven
Do you want to go to heaven?
Do you want to hear an angel?
Do you want to see the kingdom?
Oh Yeah!
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“If There’s a Heaven Above” by Love & Rockets.
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Words and music by Love & Rockets. © 1985 Beggars Banquet.
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
He’s been looking now
For a long time
It seems the more he looks
The less he wants to see
He turned to the west
For a long time
He turned to the east
Then he turned to the west again
If there’s a heaven above
In the meantime
If there’s a heaven above
Let it be near
If there’s a heaven above
In the meantime
Then let it be near
Let it be near to me
We’ve been talking now
For a long time
It seems the more we speak
The less we seem to say
If there’s a hell below
In the meantime
Then let us shut up
Unless we want to pray
He saw everything real too clearly
So close that the bones would show
And to see everything so clearly
Isn’t always the best thing you know
If there’s a heaven above
In the meantime
If there’s a heaven above
Then let it be near
If there’s a heaven above
In the meantime
Let it be near, let it be near to me
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
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