[Beating Heart Animated Graphic]Troublizing[Beating Heart Animated Graphic]
(1997) - Lyrics

By: Ric Ocasek




The Next Right Moment

im getting real fed up now
and its getting on my nerves now
and i got to slow it somehow
cause i'm starting to swerve now
side to side up and down
set me straight on solid ground
i cant wait for the next right moment to come
i cant wait for the pleasures of the midnight sun
i cant wait they say the future has just begun
i cant wait for the next right moment to come
and you promised me some real trash
but you touched me with a limp wrist
and your blinking me your eyelash
and i end up on your hit list
inside out up and down
take me to the battle ground

Hang On Tight

well you're running to the microchips
and you're falling on your feet
and you're running to the west side
but you're trying to be discreet
and you're falling for the hip line
and you're busting out of here
and you're hanging with the sublime
and you're living out your fears
but you hang on tight
like love at first sight
and you hang on tight
like it was your last night
and you're dancing on the windowsills
and you're popping things that count
and you never felt a real slide
no significant amount
and you're going around at warp speed
and you're fishing for a break
and you're living on the east side
and you never feel sedate
and you're living in a dream world
and you're jumping on the roof
and when you're crawling down the hallway
you're still trying to act aloof
and somewhere in your dark side
everythings fuct
it seeps into your vision
of being thunderstruck
but you hang on tight
like love at first sight
and you hang on tight
like it was your last right



Crashland Consequence

if you need to follow if you need a push
if you need to swallow behind the bush
if you want to get out if you want it in
if you need to throw out discipline
take on all the odds and ends
know the way to better friends
its the right time for a change
when things are getting really strange
and its the right time for a change
when you start to feel restrained
if you need to bail out, if your in a spin
if you need to stay out on the rim
if you need to feel the electric lie
if you want to know the warning signs
take on all the odds and ends
know the way to better friends
cause its the right time for a change
when things are getting really strange
its the right time for a change
when you start to feel restrained
crashland consequence
dance band hypertense
head bang on the fence
backhand self defense
its the right time for a change
when you start feeling restrained

Troublizing

if it was easy you would never try
you could be helpless in the wink of an eye
it could be troublizing
it could be tantalizing
you dont know which or way
its tattletale gray
and your backing away
what if you never went along
what if you could never belong
got your hopes from a silver tray
got your dreams on the ricochet
oh no it leaves you in distress
oh no which button do you press
what if you never made the switch
what if you never felt the itch
what if you never found the peace
kept living on a time release



Not Shocked

not shocked at your buff and cocky smart ass grin
not hooked you know you got to sink or swim
not found when you look into the scorchers eyes
not there when the history books were printing lies
you got the weary number pick up the party line
you got the bad cucumber but youre never going to fall behind
youre not shocked
not dreamt in my dreams enough is said
not false its the velvet circus in your head
not nails the gallow glass is cracking fast
not wrecked but feeling just a little smashed
they get so excited they get so united
they get so endangered and you become a stranger

Situation

you got a gangley glover
but you can breath now
its just the mouth of mother
thats so extreme now
play for time to parasites
violent calm by covers night
the situation is kissing the ground
the situation is you take laying down
the situation is passing like rain
the situation eternally flamed
without the rearview mirror
you never see clear
with all the tightrope talkers
you stay in high gear
the situation will soften the glow
the situation is whether or no
the situation is never that clear
the situation will soon disappear
without surrounding darkness
you see no bright stars



Fix On You

i watched you flitter fluttering
i held on to your string
you slid my empty fingers
it didn't mean a thing
i've got to get a fix on you
you got me every way you knew
i got to get a fix on you
cheata maybe she don't mind
she wants to be your valentine
tinkertoy me into tears
throw away my favorite fears
take me to the brave sea
put my knees back on the ground
you took me to the threshold
now you never come around

People We Know

when your eyes are tight now
you see the crash sight howl
a crucified morning
people thunder storming
welcome to the heat race
dancers on a red plate
strike while the iron is hot
but you know that its dark outside
and you have little time to hide
love and disarm now
it will do you no harm now
people we know slip away
feel like a gun head
from things that are not said
you had a sunday notion
youd go through the motions
feeling cross and wavy
you know you couldnt save me
try to retrieve me somehow
you want to lay in the morning sun
and blow around like the chosen one
swinging at the sea stars
living on a memoir
people we know slip away
when your eyes are tight now
you see the crash sight howl
a crucified morning
it comes with no warning
wheres it going to come from
is it going to feel numb
people we know slip away



Here We Go

you think you lead the way
shifting by day
living by night
you think you got it made
creeping by day
cringing by night
and the splinters and slices of sun
cant help you find the 911
here we go broken hose
here we go again
here we go so exposed
here we go again
now you think its time
to pull out all the stops
to come from behind
just south of your smile
safely hostile
cream of the crop
here we go broken hose
here we go again
here we go no one knows
here we go again
pick your angles-dump your heroes
here we go again

Society Trance

i was walking by the oceans lash
and it was like motion from the stars
and light had gone
alien symbols and catfish cracking
lovers outsiders divorced
from the uncaring world
are sometimes viewed as heroes
or antiheroes
absorbed or tormented by loneliness
and the inability to communicate
decomposed by the system
with no power to change it
trying to get upstairs
the nightmares humming
bloody nosed bums on puke stained pavements
cough up chime, snot and liquid shit
on their pants and under their fingernails
imagined maniacs
with blistering lips
scream into cement building doorways
just watching the society trance
just watching the society bash
just watching the society crash
lighting fools the night
the irredeemable night bird flies
still by windows some are running
transatlantic doll boy sleeps
shadows dripcircleswim
mystery riddles
freedom is no direction
the heart of the matter
is all in your head
the past and the future are illusions
they exist in the present
when youre thinking about them
through teeter rose inseams
and wayward grips
like a mosquitos insistence
lightning fools the night
you wont be understood
but always nearly praised or blamed



Asia Minor

Give me a secret
Another secret
Give me the jack down blazer fist
Give me the rundown gossip fits
Give me the black fish rotting core
Give me the milk toast humble bore
Give me the ancient chinese script
Give me the pulsar teenager lips
Give me the papers pedigree
Give me the shoeshine anarchy
I think my head is going to explode
I think my mind is remote controlled
I think my body really hates me
I think I'm just a walking disease
Give me the boom box bottle bitch
Give me the tree trunk tangled witch
Give me the babies missile child
Give me the pistols molten miles




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