Letra
Glamour Profession
Autores: Walter Becker y Donald Fagen

6:05, outside the stadium
Special delivery for Hoops McCann
Brut and charisma
Poured from the shadow where he stood
Looking good
He's a crowd pleasing man

One on one
He's schoolyard Superman
Crashing the backboard
He's Jungle Jim, again
When it's all over, we'll make some calls from my car
We're a star
It's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its toll

Illegal fun
Under the sun, boy

All aboard
The Carib Cannibal
Off to Barbados
Just for the ride
Jack with his radar
Stalking the dread moray eel
At the wheel
With his Eurasian bride

On the town
We dress for action
Celluloid bikers
Is Friday's theme
I drove the Chrysler
Watched from the darkness while they danced
I'm the one
It's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its toll

Illegal fun
Under the sun

Hollywood
I know your middle name
Who inspires your fabled fools
That's my claim to fame

Jive Miguel
He's in from Bogota
Meet me at midnight
At Mr. Chow's
Szechuan dumplings
After the deal has been done
I'm the one

It's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its toll

Illegal fun
Under the sun
Letra
The Heat Is On
Autores: Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler y Buddy Yochim

Whatever happened to good time Sally
I don't see her around no more
She used to be all over me
It ain't like that no more
Sally had the best game there was in town
Now the good girl just can't be found
Whatever happened to good time Sally
I don't see her around no more

The heat is on — everybody has gone underground
The heat is on — everybody hiding out just like Jesse James
My old home town
Lord it don't seem the same

Well I walked in this place, I was just looking for a game
Everybody here wanted to know my name
I said hush, hush up your mouth, I'll introduce my own self
To this house
I was born in the back woods, I was raised up like a slave
Having me a good time now is all I crave
I spotted me a barroom queen, skin tight blue jeans
That same old midnight show
I took her to the side and I said I won't be satisfied
Until you tell me everything you know

Whatever happened to big time Buddy
I don't see him 'round no more
I heard tell that they got him in jail
But I don't know what they got him for
They caught him with an airplane
Talking 'bout some cocaine
Nobody knows for sure
Whatever happened to good time Buddy
I don't see hem 'round no more

The heat is on — everybody has gone underground
The heat is on — everybody hiding out just like Jesse James
My old home town
Lord, it don't seem the same
Letra
Straight edge
Autor: Ian MacKaye

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's just something I don't need
I've got the straight edge
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know that I can cope
Laugh at the thought at eating ludes
Laugh at the the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never gonna use a crutch
I've got the straight edge!

Letra
Llorando en el espejo
Autor: Carlos Alberto García

Te siento respirar
lejos de tu lugar
hoy tuve un sueño con vos,
¡Qué locos éramos los dos
en los buenos tiempos!

Vos deseabas salir
de tu eterno jardín,
yo de mi tonto fulgor,
cuando encontramos era el fin
y la vida el motor.

La línea blanca se terminó
no hay señales en tus ojos
y estoy llorando en el espejo
y no puedo ver.

A un hábil jugador
trascendental actor
en busca de aquel papel
que justifique con la acción
toda fantasía.

Que toca el saxofón
mientras su inspiración
baila tu forma de ser
que desintegra con un blues
esta oscura prisión.
Letra
Genius of Love
Autores: Tina Weymouth, Christopher Frantz, Adrian Belew y Steven J.C. Stanley

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun
I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning and there is no end
Time isn't present in that dimension
He'll take my arm
When we're walkin', rolling and rocking
It's one time I'm glad I'm not a man
Feels like I'm dreaming, but I'm not sleeping
I'm in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and skankin' to Bob Marley
Reggae's expanding with Sly and Robbie
Oops! Your mama said uh
Oops! Your mama said uh
Oops! Your mama said uh
Oops! Your mama
All the weekend Boyfriend was missing

I surely miss him
The way he'd hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine
"Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon"
"Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon"
Stepping in a rhythm to a Kurtis Blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go?
With a hippie-the-hip and a hippie-the-hop
Who needs to think when your feet just go
"Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon"
Who needs to think when your feet just go
"Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon, Bohannon"
James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown
If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well he's the genius of love
He's got a greater depth of feeling
Well he's the genius of love
He's so deep

Letra
Forest Fire
Autor: Jello Biafra

No junk food, just earthly goods
I ate weird berries in the woods
Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher
I think I'll start a forest fire
There's a forest fire climbin' the hill
Burning wealthy California homes
Better run run run run run run from the fire
But some of us stay and watch
And we think of your insurance costs
And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh at your lives
Windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a fortress?
Against the rest of the world
Windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a prison, how you gonna get out?
Electric bull and your tennis courts
Pink sports cars and your boats
Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried by the fire
Windows covered with bars
Floodlights for the yard
It's a pleasure to watch you
Watch it all melt
But hey!
What about the cocaine
Stockpiled in the basement?
Be a hero and save it
You know you're gonna need it
Where's your brand new pretty wife?
She might still be inside
Either save her or your cocaine from the fire
But the gates and doors are locked
'Cause the burglar alarms went off
Ever wonder why we laugh laugh at your lives?
Windows covered with bars
Fences spiked with barbed wire
Never looked so helpless
Engulfed in flames
Cameras watchin' the walls
Don't forget the dogs
Now you're trapped in your prison how you gonna get out?
Yee-ah!
See the gerbil run run run run run run run run run
Run run run run run run run run run
Run run run run run run run run run from the fire

Letra
Nothing to Fear (But Fear Itself)
Autor: Danny Elfman

Interprete: Oingo Boingo
Hey neighbor let me give you some advice
The Russians are about to pulverize us
In our sleep tonight
That is if the crazy Arabs
Or the riots don't get us first
And the fire will rain down from the sky
The fire will rain down from the sky
People will die--People will die
People will die--People will die
But go ahead sleep tight in your beds
Remember what the wise man said
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
And the temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now . . .
Hey little girl won't you come this way
Won't you let me buy you candy or perhaps a chocolate shake
Or perhaps some nice cocaine or perhaps a little kiss
Or perhaps a ride in my big car
Perhaps a ride in my big car
Won't you make an old man happy
Won't you make an old man happy
Won't you let me show you paradise
(Don't ask your mother for advice)
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
And the temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now . . .
If they don't turn you into a junkie or a zombie on the street
If they don't turn you into a yo-cat or a grinning Jesus freak
If they don't take away your brains or turn your body inside out
If they don't take away your passion with a color TV set
They'll take away your heart and soul
They'll take away your heart and soul
They'll take away your heart and soul
Don't let them take away your heart and soul
But remember what the wise man said
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
And the temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now…

Letra
La blanche
Autor: Renaud Pierre Manuel Sechan

Renaud Séchan
Salut Michel ça fait une paye
Que je lai pas vu traîner dans mes ruelles
Qu'est-ce que tu de viens moi ça va bien
Parait que toi tu marches sur un drôle de chemin
T'as les joues creuses les mains calleuses
Et la démarche un petit peu chaloupeuse
Vraiment tu me terrasses bonjour l'angoisse
Paraît que t'es tombé dans une drôle de crevasse
Paraît que c'est pas tous les jours dimanche
La blanche
Tu bois quelque chose non t'as pas soif
Y te faut ta dose t'as pas de tune t'es en carafe
Allez prends une bière ça peut pas te faire de mal
C'est en vente libre profites-en c'est pas cher
Au fait tu me dois cent sacs j'en fais pas un sac
Mais tes petites arnaques ras le bol j'en ai ma claque
Pour décrocher tu m'as taxé
Pour descendre sur la côte te refaire une santé
Est-ce qu'elle coûte moins cher à Ville-franche
La blanche
Paraît que ta gonzesse s'est barrée avec ta caisse
Paraît que tu bandais plus pour sa gueule pour ses fesses
Tu veux que je te dise t'étais trop bien pour elle
Comment ça j'ironise mais non je suis pas cruel
Eh ben ma gueule te voilà tout seul
T'as le regard triste comme celui d'un épagneul
T'es vachement speech mais t'as plus rien dans le bide
T'as que la poudre aux yeux et les yeux bien livides
Y a vraiment plus qu'une seule chose qui te branche
C'est la blanche
T'as peut-être raison je te parle comme un vieux con
Mais je suis un vieux con vivant j'ai la gaule je suis content
Toi t'as les boules moi j'ai la frite
C'est pas do Bashung non mon pote c'est do Nietzsche
Toi tu te fais une ligne moi je bois une bibine
Pendant que tu te dopes je fume mes deux paquets le clopes
Chacun son trip chacun son filp
Toi c'est pas souvent que t'as des parties gratuites
Je préfère te laisser tout seul sur ta branche
Avec la blanche
Allez salut Michel à la prochaine
On se téléphone on se fait une bouffe ça baigne
Eh pi je vais te dire si tu me fais un sourire
Tout ce que je t'ai dit ben je te jure que je le retire
Mais si je croise ton dealer j'y fous dans le cœur
Un coup de surin de la part d'un copain
Ça risque d'être dur vu que cet ordure
Un cœur ça m'étonnerait qu'il en ait un
On couchera avant lui entre quatre planches
Toutes blanches
Letra
Frustration
Autores: Marc Almond y David James Ball

Fr...fr...fr...frustration!
Frustration
Frustration

I have life
Ordinary wife
I have car
A favourite bar
I have job
A moderate wage
I get the pains
That come with age

I am so ordinary

I have child
She goes wild
I have home
A mortgage of my own
I have hobby
But it's nothing very special
I do the garden
I watch girls

I am so ordinary

I have life
I have cage
I'm going bald
I want to tell the world
I've done nothing
I've achieved nothing
I work for a firm
But I want to burn it down, down

I am so ordinary
I am so ordinary

I was born
One day I'll die
There was something in between
I, I don't know what
Or why
I'm a man
I want to break a rule
I am a no, no, no, no, no, no, nobody
Everybody's fool
I am so ordinary

Frustration
I'm so tired of endless art
Love stories
I'm beginning to not give a damn
I wish I could reach right out for the untouchable
Film starring Bruce, John Wayne, Elvis Presley
Experiment with cocaine, LSD and set a bad bad example
Live a little, run a harem, be a tiger
Meet Bo Derek and be her Tarzan
Reach, reach out out
Live, live, live
Die, die, die
I, I, I, I wanna die...

Frustration, oh
Frustration
I wanna die
I wanna die, die, die, die
Die, die, d..d..d..die, die, die
Frustration
I wanna die
Letra
Rush Rush, give me Yeyo
Autores: Deborah Harry y Giorgio Moroder

He's on the level
If he's inclined
The son of a devil
He wants mine and more
He's a high, high climber
Not just a clinging vine
He made the grade, he made his marks, it's secure
And guess who's keeping score?
Rush rush, got the yeyo?
Buzz buzz, gimme yeyo
Rush rush, got the yeyo?
Yo yo, no no yeyo
He's a real speed demon
He's one of a kind
Watching, waiting, winking over his shoulder
He's running out of time
Rush rush to the yeyo
Buzz buzz, gimme yeyo
Yo yo, no no yeyo, go go
Rush rush to the yeyo
Never never take a chance before
Now he's in a hurry
Better, better make your mind up boy
He's faster
Rush rush, gimme yeyo
Buzz buzz buzz, gimme yeyo
No no, gimme yeyo
Yo yo, got my yeyo