pped out on a new horizon
Felt a new spring in my feet
Found a job, it could set me up
Dangling in the lap of luxury

Living in luxury

And the gaffer is a man of substance
Drives a Jag and takes high tea
Lives beyond the industrial wasteland
Laughing in the lap of luxury

Oh, living in luxury

I need money now to soothe my heart!

Buy me a Datsun or Toyota
Get the tax man to agree
All expenses I can muster
From the lap of luxury

Oh, living in the lap of luxury



Under wraps No1

(Anderson)

Keep it quiet, go slow
Circulate, need to know
Stamp the date upon your file
Masquerade but well worth while

Wrapped in the warmth of you
Wrapped up in your smile
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Wear an air, keep mum
Of casual indifference
Careful how you go
About your usual business

Wrapped in daydreams of you
Wrapped up by your eyes
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Under wraps
I've got you under wraps
Under wraps
I've got you under wraps

Tell you when, not yet
Soon the great unveiling
Bless my boots upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing

Wrapped in your summer night
Wrapped in your autumn leaves
Wrapped in the winter of your sleeping

Under wraps
I've got you under wraps
Under wraps
I've got you under wraps



European legacy

(Anderson)

She smiles at me from beyond the eastern sea shore
Flashing jewelled eyes
She hoists her skirt so high
Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar, it's really up to her

I'll write every cheque she brings to me
I'll shoot on sight, it's my european legacy

'Round the castle walls about the highlands and the islands
The faint reminders stand
Visitors who took a hand a thousand years ago
Or so stranded high and dry by tides

Washed up a new identity
The channel's wide but it's their european legacy

I strain my eyes against the southern light advancing
On whiter cliffs I'm high
The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly
I hear distant mainland music echo in my island ears

My feet begin to move instinctively
To the warmer beat of my european legacy

European legacy
European legacy



Later, that same evening

(Anderson/Vettese)

Later, that same evening, she ran
I think she ran alone
Later, she had early warning
From a hidden phone

Checked with the embassy
She might have been a million miles away
Should I circulate her likeness?
At all airports without delay

It was later, later that same evening

Earlier, we had had a drink or four
In some Kensington hotel
Hard, it was hard to keep my mind
On what she had to sell

And with all business done we took a cab
Should it be her place or mine?
Good security prevailed
And I was home just after nine

It was later, later that same evening

Now I want you back
Yes, they want you back
We want you back
My country wants you back

Later, in the wee small hours
There was heavy traffic on the radio
Scare at a channel port
Small craft warnings to keep to shore

Lobster men thought they saw a submarine
Half submerged suspiciously
Though I arrived too late
I'm sure she blew a kiss to me

As the sub sailed out to sea

Now I want you back
Yes, they want you back
We all want you back
My country wants you back



Saboteur

(Anderson/Vettese)

In and out of shady places
Walking on cold corners of the maze
Following the trace you leave unwittingly

I wanna be no saboteur
Oh, no! Me no saboteur

Painted ducks across your landscape
Happy in your domesticity, it don't come free
Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs over you

I wanna be no saboteur
No, no! Me no saboteur

Deepest regrets I humbly offer you
As I cut into your life
With clean precision, all is simplified
Pass the hat and pass the knife

By now you must be worried, wondering
Who is me and what lies behind my art
I'm only removing broken sea shells from the beach

Oh no! Me no saboteur

There's at least one of me inside your ranks
In your factory or school
I anticipate a cleansing opportunity
To take the horns by the bull

History forever writing
Pages to be cut or painted grey
Or celebrated like Jesus in his temple rage
As he chased the money men away

I wanna be no saboteur
Be no, be no saboteur



Radio Free Moscow

(Anderson/Vettese)

Tune into messages
From the eastern avenue
Lock on to the ether
Squeeze the signal through and through

War of the air waves
Making scare waves
I'm getting pictures from my radio Free Moscow

Moscow radio

Voice of America
Symbol of the free
Mine of disinformation
Pleading sympathy

Down in the cold war games
Forever naming names
I'm getting pictures from my radio Free Moscow
Keep getting pictures from my radio Free Moscow

Moscow radio
Moscow radio

I put my headphones on
Reach out on the beam
Shutter up the windows
I'm getting up some steam

Somebody's at the door
Catching me in the act, they've been keeping the score
I'm getting pictures from my radio Free Moscow
Yes, I'm getting pictures from my radio Free Moscow

Moscow radio
Moscow radio



Astronomy

(Anderson/Vettese)

Astronomy
Astronomy

The middle lane has trapped my car
In red light claustrophobia
I slip the shackles, cut the rope
Stand naked with a telescope

As the cat walks alone under a big sky
Against the dark, so thin and white
Gonna be a big sky night

Astronomy
Astronomy

Miss Galileo, come with me!
And view the new astronomy
Black hole dressing on salad plate
Quasar at the kissing gate

Now the cat, he walks alone under a big sky
Umbrella dome pin pricked in lights
Gonna be a big sky night

My spectacles, my white lab coat
My coffee thermos and my notes
I pat my pockets, I got the keys
To the secrets of the observatory

And closing the door, I feel a new dawn
As the darker sides align
You to yours and me to mine

Astronomy
Astronomy

And now you stand, assisting me
I can touch what I can see, see, see
I look in wonder, feel no shame
See the consequences of the game

Expand my universe
Head for the Big Bang
Reach for my switch and shout
Gonna turn the big sky out

There's got to be astronomy
Astronomy



Tundra

(Anderson/Vettese)

Short arctic desert day
And someone left their snow shoes in the tundra
Look around every which way
But I can't see just where the footprints go

Is it a casual disappearance?
Plucked from the middle atmosphere like straw wind blown
No speck on the horizon
No simple message scrawled upon the snow

Unearthly visitation
Someone left their snow shoes in the tundra
Hungry buzzard flier
Circling 'round and round, rattling death's tambourine

Have to run it down the cold wire
Late insertion in tomorrow's lost and found
Should I spread out searching?
But I'm a little thin upon the ground

So I raise my lips to coax
The last drop of brandy from the bottle
Rest my feet and contemplate
The mystery that's haunting this siberian space

Snow shoes, they bind me down
I'm just one more parasite of the surface layer
I begin to get the feeling
I've been on this stage before and I'm the only player

One more arctic desert day
Another set of shoes out in the tundra snow
I make my fade to white out
And you can't see me where my footprints go



Nobody's car

(Anderson/Barre/Vettese)

Black Volga following me
Nobody's car
Mr. No One at the wheel of
Nobody's car

Wet pavements, thin apartments
Quiet dissent from darkened doorways
I want out alive! Speak up for me if you can
So careful how you drive in tourist city

Slap in front of my hotel
It's Nobody's car
Is that my limousine?
No, it's Nobody's car

Are you on routine assignment?
Plastic shades on black browed eye holes
I read this book before, I even saw the film
How did the ending go? In tourist city

Blackout!

Oh, it's a weird scenario!
I've seen a thousand times before but only on my video

Nobody's car
Nobody's car
It's Nobody's car
Nobody's car

Feel my steps quick in the headlights
Of Nobody's car
Down cobbled alley with no exit
From Nobody's car

Doors slam, two figures silhouette
Somewhere before, I feel we've met
Can't tell you any more, I agreed to go along
With all they asked of me in tourist city

I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car



Heat

(Anderson/Vettese)

Get out of the heat
Get out of the heat

When the rats are running
And the boys are gunning
For heads on a tin plate

You can hear the footfall
Softly in the back yard
And the black jack is called
Face up on the last card

You'd better call your witness
In your dirty business
Trop tard sera le cri

Better run while you can
Better set the tall sail
Better make deep cover
Before the boys have you nailed

There's just one chance to get away
I'll catch up with you another day
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
And come right after you again

Grab your credit cards
Cash in on your resources
Take your passport from the drawer
Don't stop to change the horses

Get out of the heat
Get out of the heat

Now can you feel the pressure?
Have you got the measure?
Of being a wanted man

Cold drink in your hand
Hot sweat on your brow
And there's no understanding
Gonna help you now

Get out of the heat
Get out of the heat

Grab your credit cards
Cash in on your resources
Take your passport from the drawer
Don't stop to change the horses

Notify all parties
Of an earlier vacation
No use trying to board the train
After it's left the station

Get out of the heat
Get out of the heat



Under wraps No2

(Anderson)

Keep it quiet, go slow
Circulate, need to know
Stamp the date upon your file
Masquerade but well worth while

Wrapped in the warmth of you
Wrapped up in your smile
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Wear an air, keep mum
Of casual indifference
Careful how you go
About your usual business

Wrapped in the warmth of you
Wrapped up in your smile
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Under wraps
I've got you under wraps
Under wraps
I've got you under wraps

Under wraps
I've got you under wraps
Under wraps
I've got you under wraps

Tell you when, not yet
Soon the great unveiling
Bless my boots upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing

Wrapped in the warmth of you
Wrapped up in your smile
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Under wraps
I've got you under wraps
Under wraps
I've got you under wraps



Paparazzi

(Anderson/Barre/Vettese)

Paparazzi, can't make the man
Paparazzi, can't break the man

Next to the transit lounge
See the Paparazzi tears
No one came in today
From Boston or Tangiers

And in departures
Only faceless trippers trip
Loaded with duty free
Held in white knuckle grip

Snap it up, flash away
Steal a camel for a day
Break the story in heavy type
The news is running late tonight

Be decked with Nikon necklaces
Hear the Paparazzi cries
Under their noses walk
The famous in disguise

Conspicuously huddled there
But no one stops to look
They've got their crayons out
To colour in the book

Snap it up, flash away
Steal a camel for a day
Break the story in heavy type
Paparazzi won't be home tonight

Paparazzi, write it down!
Paparazzi, turn it 'round!
Paparazzi, take it, fake it, break it!
'Cause it's a story

Paparazzi, can't make the man
Paparazzi, can't break the man

Now someone's cut the lines
Communication's down
All photo film is fogged
Celebrities surround

And jab their fingers at me
They kiss but I can't tell
Even poor Paparazzi
Must have privacy as well

Snap it up, flash away
Steal a camel for a day
Break the story in heavy type
The news is running late tonight

Snap it up, flash away
Steal a camel for a day
Break the story in heavy type
Paparazzi won't be home tonight



Apogee

(Anderson/Vettese)

Sailing 'round the true blue sphere
Is it too late to bale out of here?
Well, there has to be some better way
To turn back the night, spin on to yesterday

The old man and his crew
After all these years, it's apogee
Pilot training and remorse
Spirit friends fly too at apogee

Apogee, solar bright
Apogee through the night
Apogee, overground
Don't think I'll be coming down

Screened for a stable mate
With nerves of ice we flew at apogee
No creativity allowed
To pass through stainless veins of steel at apogee

Apogee, put the kettle on
Tight lipped soldier on
High point communicate
Don't forget to urinate

So glad they put this window in
How to explain? How to begin?
See! Tennyson and Wordsworth there!
Waiting for me in the cold thin air

Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
Drifting golden, turned up loud

Tell the boys back home!
I'm gonna get some!
I'm gonna get some!

The Wrong Stuff's loose in here
I'm climbing up the walls at apogee
So hoist the skull and bones
Death and glory's free at apogee

Apogee, solar bright
Apogee through the night
Apogee, overground
Don't think I'll be coming down

A stranger wind, a solar breeze
I'm walking out upon the starry seas
See pyramids, see standing stones
Pink cotton undies and blue telephones

Goodbye, cruel world that was my home!
There's a cleaner space out there to roam
Put my feet up on the moons of Mars
Sit back, relax and count the stars



Automotive engineering

(Anderson/Vettese)

Automotive science and engineering
Automotive science and engineering

In the hands of science
The complete appliance
We're moved to motor
We're moved to motor

Do you fly a Spitfire?
Do you slide on a tea tray?
Or walk on a short trip sundays?
Or drive come what may?

Automotive science and engineering
Automotive science and engineering
We're moved to motor
We're moved to motor

When big was better
And fast was chic
The oil was cheaper
Now we're up the creek

But the japs are coming
And everyone's turbo'd
And carbon fibre
Is the way to go, go

Automotive science and engineering
Automotive science and engineering
We're moved to motor
We're moved to motor

Down at the robot factory
Things are humming
New radical suspension
No humans testing

Wind it up!
Wind it up!

Take a trip
In your Freudian slip
Dr. Ferdinand, Ferdie
Has you in his grip

Automotive science and engineering
Automotive science and engineering
We're moved to motor
We're moved to motor



General crossing

(Anderson/Vettese)

It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery
Rough wheels meshing
Button out, button in!

The tall general will mine a few bridges tonight
Stroking soft machinery
Fanfare at dawn, courting green steel
Lined up for world war one, two, three, four!

It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery
Rough wheels meshing
On a landscape with no trees

The tall general points to the distance
Disconnects his power supply
Crites a stiff note to his nearest and dearest
He takes the battle plan and contemplates his fly

It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery
Rough wheels messing
Button out, button in!

The tall general flies by the seat of history
The tall general is crossing
The tall general, he thinks inevitability
The tall general is definitely crossing

With spit and with polish
Time for desperate measures
The pain in the forehead
From holding up to the pressures

Of life on the rim
Of the convenient alliance
Out on the rim
Let me out on the rim!

The tall general will walk across the compound
With his briefcase and I.D.
Later they'll post him seemingly missing
He's gonna be a generalski

The tall general flies by the seat of history
The tall general is crossing
The tall general, he thinks inevitability
The tall general is definitely crossing