All lyrics for *5IVE HOURS OF US (gulp)*

PRODUCTION LINE (NO HUMAN)

Part and parcel.
All part of the same thing,
On a production line (no human).

Robot assembly.
Line up for the new mode,
On a production line (no human).

In the banks of the control;
Underworld, underground,
On a production line (no human).

In the shelters all the corpses;
Dead below the ground,
On a production line (no human).

And the machine travel on,
Now all life is gone,
On a production line (no human).

Turning out the arms,
No-one will ever use,
On a production line (no human).

Machines have made machines,
That have been the end of Man,
On a production line (no human).




ADVERTISING SPACE

Yeah, everything is dual,
Everything has a pole.
The devil lived backwards in my heart;
Feeding and breeding in my soul.

A useless tool to fill my day,
With words in head & actions done.
A tasteless glance, a giveaway.
My guilt exposed in Africa

Canned flesh under a wheel.
Cue laughter, dark-sex-appeal
Video-accelerate,
Watch nothing faster, faster.
Multi-corporate dangle-lead,
YOU are my master!

And now Advertising cuts into my life.
It suggests I fall apart.
Why not accept their new truth?
Castrated, ahhh, from the start.

Hmm, Scraps of paper.
Eyes that fail on sight.
Some salesman tried to tell me,
This ain't the dead of night, huh!




SAYONARA

No use to cry,
'Cos it's hard to drive,
With tears in your eyes -
Things collide.

Another road to somewhere,
Emotions cul-de-sac.
Asleep at the wheel
And you don't come back.

Island of barren office.
How did we come this far?
Glowing on the horizon,
You face, this sky, the car.

The road before me opens
And leads into the gloom.
Now I've lost my foothold,
What more can I do?

Last night I got out,
Three, maybe four, kilometers from the city.
Into the night,
A country track.
I stopped by a stream.

Kill the enguine, kill the lights,
Her kimono on the backseat.
My head in my hands...
Cry.
Cry.

human male : "Sayonara..."

robot female : "Sayonara..."




SMILE WITH THE EYES

[Lyric extracted from a saleman's training manual, found in a skip]

Many people are good starters but bad finishers,
because they lack the self-discipline needed to find their way through the
difficulties which almost always obstruct the achivement of objectives.
Only one thing is more infectious than enthusiasm and that is the lack of it.
Be sincere.
Make the buyer believe that you are genuinely trying to render him a service.
With a prospect you have to get it across in as few words as possible
that your company is a force to be reckoned with.
The human brain retains more of what it sees than what it hears.
Very little in life remains static. Those who don't go forward mostly slip back.
So how do you rate in the art of persuasive communication?
Who is the right man? The man with the money.
There are mainly two types of receptionist:
The young and probably pretty, usually inept, girl
with limited thinking/observation powers
and the Other.
Many girls mention dirty hands and/or fingernails.
Receptionists like a man to be positive.
Whichever type of receptionist you are faced with
be sure to ask for exactly what you want,
as though you fully expect to get it.
Smile with the eyes.
Be sure to break off contact immeadiately after this.
Treat a receptionist or secretary as normally as possible.
Do not try and disguise the fact you are a salesman - be proud of it.
Remember, the value of a smile but don't overdo it.




RACHEL

The streets are full of Chinese,
The rain it never stops.
The people in apartment,
Are playing techno-pops.

The voight kampf test is final,
This corner I must turn.
I'll fire one into your heart
And through your eyes I'll burn.

The time will come for you now,
No more to live in fear.
No time to cry, it's time to die.
Earth won't have you here.

The streets are full of police,
The rain it never stops.
Rachel's breath is fading,
Her dream of life is gone.




ETHNIC BOMB

I still love you, napalm
C&BW
Sounds like country & western

I want an ethnic bomb
drop it on me & people like me.

Chemically & biologically unclean
you still magnify the burn
inside of me, napalm.

Yes i still love you
I want a mutant bomb
drop it on mutants & people like me
but that is just a problem,
people like me.

Yes i still love you, napalm
give me the stuff where i cannot be asked..
Learning we will be sacked fast with no money..
Just give me the stuff that makes me bleed.

You put a fire in me and i'm burning.

Napalm, give me the ethnic bomb
I'm in love with the ethnic bomb
Sounds like country & western
C&BW

It's all biological
we were made for each other
you & me, yes i'm still in love with you
napalm

Lord have mercy...




TECHNOLOGY

Work it into the framework of Science.
Work all week, in defiance.
Time enough for movement,
Time enough for change.

Keep working at it,
Work at it.

Words like paper on a page,
Out of context, meaning nothing.
Why must you always look for meaning?
It's something I avoid in my life.

Weave it into the fabric of Science.
Technology is full of meaning.
Science and work are full of love,
Escaping every single day.

[List of Worldwide Hi-Tech Companies]




I WANT STRAIGHT SEX

The ice is here whenever you're around.
The ice is cold it forms upon your brow.
You are so cold your lust just brings me down.
You are so cold you shouldn't be allowed.

Evening comes & the deathstar falls.
Evening falls & the dark comes down.
Evening falls & the deathstar comes.
Evening comes & you are the one.




THE MAINFRAME

Drink and drive
Make a pass
Break your head!

Their look is so amazed,
Their eyes fully extended
but they do not know why
and freely make suggestions
to encourage us not to
expect another semi - path
It's no good to turn water into whine
if you can't think straight it's too late

Their smiles are false
but neither have a liking
to enquire after forever
and yet they do not know why

Aloft, alone, outside the cage
my head enraged
to know the bird has flown...past
Generators humming, microcomputers screeching
talk to each other through the mainframe

Their language so BASIC
i can never understand it
ears are all aroused, to attention
stood up like walls
So solids will fall like dandelion seeds
into our laps
for scrutiny, a silver box could be useful towards this purpose
Burn your head to step down the ladder
then go outside yourself and up by the roof

Drink and drive
Make a pass
Erase your head!




GOODBYE JOHNBOY

Goodbye,
Johnboy.
(repeat)




THE SINGLE OFF THE ALBUM

Program this
Machine Code.
A beginning not an end.
Built with one goal -
The expansion of your world.

You've got the problems ... solutions.
We supply solutions ... problems.
You've got the problems ... solutions.

You've got the problems ... solutions.
We'll supply solutions ... problems.




TRICK OF TIME

Passion, you gotta have some -
you better sink your teeth into it.

I know where to get some
if your life's out of date
then i will renew it.

Motor, servo motor
servo mechanistic ruin.

Onward with precipitance
to your destiny -
if that's your prediliction.

Walking, always walking
why bother walking
when you could be flying.

Sometimes never taking
and the aching
only comes from too much trying.

The future is a corner
that sits on the horizon.

I know what i am after
the day after
is just a trick of time.

(repeat)




NO ORDER

Somebody says:
"There's more good than bad".
I wonder.

Noise in my head.
Iron bar in my hand.

Everyday is yesterday.
There is no love that stands up against this.

Everybody says,
They've got their eyes open.

No order.
Just orders.
No order.
Just orders.




PLASTISCHE TASCHEN

Plastische taschen
Konnen gehr verlicht sein.
Um ein gefahr vor ehrstickung.

Zu vehr miedern.
Diese taschen vom
Babies und kindern.
Weghalten.




FIRE IT!

We're into the fabric of Science.
Work all week, for an Alliance.
Time for a movement, time for a change.
Now our sounds blowing out your brains.
There's one thing that we desire,
For the music in our hearts to take you higher.
Cranking it up and pumping it out,
No we ain't gonna shout and
Tell you what we're about.

We are called 5ive Ximes of Dust.
We won't rust,
On us you can trust.
We'll give it our most because we must.
It's been discussed, we're gonna feed your lust.
Your lust for living,
Your lust for fun.
Your lust for life, Like its just begun.
Like stepping in the moonshine and walking in the sun.

We are the bullet and you are the gun,
so Fire it!

(repeat)




ESTATE CHILDREN

We build up a tolerance to all this sound
It shouldn't be allowed
The estate children.
We put things right in the nick of time
We cut it back down
The estate children.

We're Laying down tracks for ...
Drawing up plans for ...
We're carving out the future for ...
Falling in love for ...

The little ones and babies
We gotta take care of, for today
The estate children.
They'll get bigger, we'll grow smaller
And fade away
The estate children.

We're printing circuit boards for ...
We're building up the walls for ...
Writing down tunes for ...
'cause they will be the words ...

They'll soak up the sunshine and the air
In tomorrows fields
The estate children.
They'll soak up the data in the cities
On tomorrows hills
The estate children.

We're sailing all the seas for ...
We're working on our knees for ...
We're crossing all the land for ...
And space is close at hand for ...

We're putting up the flags for ...
We're pulling out the stops for ...
We're striking up the band for ...
We're doing technopops for ...

We're opening the parks for ...
We're lighting up the dark for ...
So they can see their way
Toward a clearer day.

The sole inheritors
The Sun, the Earth, the sky
We're all working for them
Until the day we die.

The estate children.




NEW ARRANGEMENT

Look at the size of this thing between us.
Where did it come from and how did it happen?
So dense it's impossible to measure.
Could this be a permanent fixture?

Was it born from my words or my actions?
Now estrangement, the new arrangement.
This policy of non-verbal,
Taking me into a darker place

We carry on as though nothing has happened.
One more day of this and I'm gonna crack up.
Said you were trouble, now I know what you meant.
But I can't handle this new arrangement.

Look at the size of this thing between us.

We carry on as though nothing has happened.
One more day of this and I'm gonna crack up.
Said you were trouble, now I know what you meant.
But I can't handle this new arrangement.

Leave me alone, don't look into my eyes.
Please don't witness my pain or fathom my surprise,
'cause I don't want the world to know just what a fool
I thought I was...
Acting cool.

We carry on as though nothing has happened.
One more day of this and I'm gonna crack up.
Said you were trouble, now I know what you meant.
But I can't handle this new arrangement.




COMPUTERBANK

Employment is deployment
March of the working man

Metal penis future
Automation

Call shore stations
Computerbank

Communication through electrification.

(repeat)




MURASAKI KNOWS

Get as much as you can
Down your neck before you die.
Greet the people, shake their hands,
Kiss the girls and make them cry.

Get as much as you can
Down your neck before you die.
Greet the people, shake their hands,
Kiss the girls and make them high.

Asimovs' electric sun
Is coming round again.
Isle of the specific
More Pacific, from that time.

As we've said the vagaries
Therein the shortwave grows.
I'm pining for the superstar
Murasaki Knows.




WHOOSH

Five, five, five, five, five,
Five, five, five, five, five,
Five times of acid -
Five.




LIFE'S A KILLER

10 PRINT "Life's a killer"
20 REM (All you know is illusion)
30 GOTO 10




CAN YOU SEE ME NOW

Can you see me now
not caring if i die tomorrow
can you hear me now
not caring if you die today

And it took this long
to kneel to thee Machine
bow your head down low
accept the new regime

So where are you now
are you with another
smile and you forget
you forget me, erase me woman

Down the autumn hill
where my body starts to go
never turning back
no turning back, no turning no

You'll never understand
just how a man can burn
fire from the skies
ceaseless charm you'll never learn.



COMPUTER GARDEN

Computer :I N V U

Human :
Man has his life,
Just like nature,
Wild and anger,
Trapped and controlled.



VIBRANCE DANCE

V I B R A N C E D A N C E



LOTUS LOVE

In the garden of my mind
There's a bridge where she still walks
She's the lily of the stream
Lotus Love is my dream

In the garden of my mind
There's a place where she still lives
She's the blossom of the tree
Lotus Love where is she?




ALL LYRICS COPYRIGHT 5X0D (1981-1989)