Intercontinental Pop Exchange No.7

How I Saved My Life Tell the ghost of Emma Clark, I grasp the irony... of haunting a library at night when it's too dark to read. Coca-cola everywhere but not a drop to drink. I slept in the kitchen sink but could not pay the water bill. How I saved my life. How I saved my life... By surrendering it to him, to him, to her. Tell the ghost of William Floyd the road to hell is paved, with the souls that he has "saved" by taking their music away. How I saved my life. How I saved my life... By surrendering it to him, to him, to her. She shook a black tambourine, in my seasick dreams. A heart like a lighthouse took these dark hours away from me. She shook a black tambourine, in my shipwrecked dreams. A heart like an anchor that sank her down to me... at the bottom of the sea. How I saved my life... I'll be tied to the mast of a pirate ship when god's children rejoice. Because when I was given the choice...I chose to hear the bad news first.



  Famous When Dead CDep
  unreleased EP, included on "The Happiest Days of Our Lives" 2CD/2LP

The Happiest Days of My Life I ran from the haunted mansion. Left behind my inventions. A talent for my own destruction is all I've ever owned. And in the dark a fog descends, the velvet edges split and then, the bright lights have found me again...alone with a microphone (so I sang.) These are the happiest days of my life, I know. Black anoraks. Synthesized strings. Two tarnished tin wedding rings. Nostalgia for meaningful things is all I've ever known. These are the happiest days of my life, I know. My death scene played to no applause, two angels came to my dire cause. Their voices like melodicas, they spoke to me and said... "Your darkness is brighter than all the lights in the disco tonight." "Your darkness is brighter, you are inevitable!" Then why is she making me wait so long?

James Dean (Awaiting Ambulance) There was a terrible crash. They found his still beating heart in the ash. He'd turned down a dark road, and was blinded by a dizzying flash. My boy, my boy, I'm sorry. Je suis vraiment désolée. My boy, my boy. He was my sacred disgrace, his eyes as cold and black as space. And since his poster came down, they're all I recall of his face. My boy, my boy, I'm sorry. Je suis vraiment désolée. My boy, my boy. (Call an ambulance) It is a terrible fall, when your teen idol is proved mortal. And the saddest thing is, I'll say that I never liked him at all.

A Cathedral at Night This is the last song I will write for you. The inter-titles in our silent picture show. I spent my whole life singing to you, but you never seemed to know. This is the last song I will write for you. Like black wires drawn across blank sheets of snow. I had so many things I wanted to say, but you always have to go. This is the last song I will write for you. For the crown of thorns you put on my ring finger. Another melody I could not resolve, well I was just an absolute beginner....my marie...don't say you never believed because you did, just not enough. Have you ever seen a cathedral at night? Have you ever been in love? Memory, my marie, memory.

Half There and Dancing I'm not a saint, I'm not a soldier. I'm just a picture frame that could not hold her. But don't cry for me, Argentina. I tried to make a bride out of a ballerina. And she's still... Half there and dancing, Half there and dancing, Half there and dancing in my room. Do the stars above ever long to be put back together? Or is it better to drift apart forever? Half there and dancing, Half there and dancing, Half there and dancing in the dark.



  NY: The Next Wave Compilation CD

My Life With The Living Dead I took a job at the factory, (when I realised) that you were not coming back to me. I put your letters in the kitchen drawer. I should not read them anymore. The Substitute Cult Heroes Union is still without a contract. My life with the living dead. All dressed up in nightmares, they took me to bed. My life with the living dead. A long walk off a short stage, they took me instead. I joined a band called The Haunted Hearts, wrote some dubious keyboard parts. I wore my eyeliner just like you. Just like you taught me how to. The Substitute Cult Heroes Union is still without a contract. My life with the living dead. All dressed up in nightmares, they took me to bed. My life with the living dead. A long walk off a short stage, they took me instead. The band thinks I sold my soul for Rock n' Roll. But God only knows... I sold it for a lock of your hair. To keep underneathe my pillow. To keep underneathe my pillow. To keep...


  The Kids Are All Wrong CDep

Burning Hearts We met first in cafes, and later in ruins. My best friend and I are saying goodbye to Hiroshima. We walked down the tarmac, again grey on grey. My sweetheart and I are saying goodbye in Hiroshima. Chorus: I was an architect, she was an actress. I drew the Eiffel Tower upon her dress. So we could see the world... The flash burnt our shadows right into the wall. But my best friend and I will leave them behind in Hiroshima. I will keep her secrets, I will change my name. My sweetheart and I are saying goodbye to Hiroshima (Repeat Chorus) The songs we sung and then forgot, The hearts that would burn and the hearts that would not. And the saint in tower, died for her sins not ours. All of this snow just made us glow in the dark. La La La La. From the boy in the bubble, to a whore in the rubble. All of this snow just made us glow in the dark. La La La La. All of this snow just made us glow in the dark.

The Radiation These voices have ruined my life. These voices have ruined my life. I'd tell you the whole story, but you wouldn't believe me if I did. Laying in the gutter, looking up at the stars like an idiot. Waiting for the bomb to drop... She told me the whole story, but I didn't believe her when she did. Why I could not touch her, why we had to just watch films instead. And wait for the bomb to drop... Chorus: Let's go out in the radiation. It's Sebastian that broke his vows. He put you on the television, turning tricks in a haunted house. These voices have ruined your life. These voices have ruined your life. All the shadowy things, that seem to envelop her. Sitting in the darkroom, drinking developer. Since the day the bomb dropped... Let's go out in the radiation. It's Theresa who broke your heart. She put you on the television, suffering only for your art. Seems a crime to burn, for a sin left undone. These voices have ruined our lives, Sugar... Waiting for your bubble to burst. (Repeat Chorus) Seems a sin to burn, for a crime left undone. So let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it. Let's do it, while the night still makes us sick. Oh yeah. These voices have ruined our lives.

Rescue Us Rescue us! With our figureheads in cut-out bins, even punks need safety pins. Rescue us! Because I don't want to be a hero anymore. When I was a girl, I murdered my parents. I thought that I could sing my way to Paris. I thought that I could.... Rescue us! With our photocopied tragedies, even goths need rosaries. Rescue us! Because I don't want to be your hero anymore. When I was a girl, I murdered my parents. I thought that I could sing my way to Paris. I thought that I could... It was never this cold in my dreams and I think I might have fought for the wrong side... Da da Da da Da da Da da Da Da.

The Lesser Saints At a seaside home for convalescence, I took his name in vain during piano lessons. Three nuns like shadows came and dragged me up the stairs, then beat me black and blue with my book of prayers. I closed my eyes until they were gone and then fell asleep with my headphones on. I fell asleep with headphones on. I dreamt about poetry and woke up on the floor... You were our patron saint yet still they blame us for only praying to be famous. Is Nothing worth dying for?



  A Cult Of One CDep


Le Monster
He looks like rain. He is not mine. I am indoors. I think he crashed the car. I flew through the glass. I guess when it rains it pours. The streets were crawling with vampires, because after your shelf life expires... You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster. Singing "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la" until the fin du monde. I miss my friends and I want to go home and I am tired of taking pills to make me feel better. I spent five years in the infirmary but he never sent me letters. He only sent me dirty polaroids. "You're not fucked up, you're beautiful" is what I dreamed he said. While I played with myself in the hospital bed. The halls were crawling with vampires, because after your shelf life expires... You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster. Singing "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la" until the fin du monde. I miss my friends and I want to go home and I am tired of taking pills to make me feel better. I spent five years in the infirmary but he never sent me letters. He only sent me dirty polaroids. I need something warm.

The Suburbs Are Killing Us You did what you did, in defense of the diary. You did what you did because a pathetic mythology is better than no mythology at all. Back to the old house, the detectives came by to slum. But they found no mystery in these crimes that we had done. "But what could we paint when all we see is rain?" The suburbs are killing us. Asleep when we should be dancing. Leave your masterpiece unfinished. Asleep when we should be dancing all night long. You did what you did, with a broken bicycle chain. You did what you did and you swore that you would "do it again!" But Steven for some reason I don't think you can. The suburbs are killing us. Asleep when we should be dancing. Leave your masterpiece unfinished. Asleep when we should be dancing all night long. The suburbs are killing us. Asleep when we should be dancing. Leave your masterpiece unfinished. Asleep when we should be dancing. The suburbs are killing us. "But Michael what will we paint when all we see are lights?"

The Black Cassette We spent the summer in his room. We spent the summer in his gloom. Feverish and celibate, listening to the black cassette, listening to the black cassette. I would come by after work. I worked as a drug store clerk. I would bring him cigarettes, and listen to the black cassette, listen to the black cassette. Listen. He's staring off into the bookcase. I'm painting stars upon his face. Divining our state of disgrace. Listening to the black cassette, listening to the black cassette, and waiting for Halloween, waiting to put our boots on. It's never like the books you've read. Sitting there beside his bed. In my prom dress and pink barrette, listening to the black cassette, listening to the black cassette. Listen, listen, listen...

John Dark (A Simulation) The songs are wrong but the kids have come and the band is waiting. So give me the ghost. Give me the crumbs. And something to help me sleep at night. Give me the ghost. Give me the crumbs. And something to help me sleep at night. I went to your room and I laid in your bed and I looked out your window, back towards my house.



  Joan of Arc Awaiting Trial CDep

L = P Alone in your dorm trying to stay warm, you're scared of the words that you might write, if you stay in again tonight. Like all the saints and whores who lay here before, you're scared of the things that you might do while you wait for him to come to you. (I understand. I understand.) Loneliness is pornography to them but to us it is an art. They won't read your biography, these men, they will only break your heart. But I read it, then I wrote it. I read it, then I wrote it. I read it, then I wrote it again. Alone in your dorm, you pull the fire alarm. You're scared of the words that you might write if you stay in again tonight.> In your tattered mess of a wedding dress, you're scared of the things that you might do while you wait for him to come to you. (I understand. I understand.) Loneliness is pornography to them but to us it is an art. They won't read your biography, these men, they will only break your heart. But I read it, then I wrote it. I read it, then I wrote it. I read it, then I wrote it again. Out in front of your dorm a crowd will form.

Homeless Club Kids When the dance floor's full all the kids look so beautiful. When the dance floor's full all the kids look indivisible. The disremembered stars of architectural disasters. The disremembered stars as bright and lost as fireflies in jars. Do you really want to stay amongst these starving stowaways? Do you really want to stay lost? When the dance floor clears, I take a pack of matches as a souvenir. When the dance floor clears, I walk home alone with their voices still in my ears. The ghosts of dead teenagers sing to me while I am dancing. They're sad and young, and they'll be sad and young forever. And I cry until I throw up.

Badge And no angels visit me in my room. There's a blue light above me in my room. And I lie motionlessly with my plastic rosary. And no angels visit me in my room. I wear her dreams like a badge, I flash before the criminal world. I wear her dreams like a badge, pinned upon the wrong uniform. And no angels visit me in my room. There's a blue light above me in my room. And I lie motionlessly in immaculate obscurity, and no angels visit me in my room. I wear her dreams like a badge I flash before the criminal world. I wear her dreams like a badge pinned upon the wrong uniform. Like a lost detective so bright and brave, with the mysteries I want to solve and the mysteries I want to save. (I examine the pictures on my wall. I am in the pictures on my wall. I am the pictures on my wall, then nothing.)

White Roses for Blue Girls White roses for blue girls. Grey days for the detectives. And all we want is for you girls to come home soon. On her bed she left a letter. Asked her friends to never forget her. Told her friends that she wouldn't be coming home soon. White roses for blue girls. Grey trains for the detectives. And all we want is for you girls to come home soon. No one, no one, no one, no one will ever grow up again.



  Love at Absolute Zero CD/LP



Absolute Zero He said, "I want to go back." I asked him where. He said, "I don't know. Just back." And two frozen atoms stir. We have a fear of the future. We're young men at the century's end, When the numbers all start over again but, nothing else can, nothing else can. We're young men at the century's end, When the numbers all start over again, But nothing else can, nothing else can. He said, "We're two of a kind," And until then, that had never crossed my mind. Like moths to electric light, we did not even get the crime right. We're young men at the century's end, when the numbers all start over again, but nothing else can, nothing else can. We're young men at the century's end, but the law of gravity will not bend, for you and I again, you and I again. Love at absolute zero. Love at absolute zero. Love at absolute zero. We're young men... Major Tom, I think they filmed the whole thing on a soundstage.

Absolute Beginners Again Fashions and fundamental things, I'm wide awake when the telephone rings. You could call it a panic, but this is my pain and you can't have it. I wash up on the beach at Three a.m. I'm not one of you, I'm not one of them. She's just killing New York. Disco to disco, it never ends. And it goes... Bang, bang, crash, crash. She just wants the new wave smash. Bang, bang, crash, crash. I just want the green light. Absolute Beginners again, we're Absolute Beginners. Folk devils and chandeliers, someone always disappears. He loosens his tie when the date is through, and all of our dreams lie dead there with you. The East End girls throw parties and for some reason I still go. We're just killing America. Another cocktail, please, bartender. And it goes... Bang, bang, crash, crash. She just wants the New Wave smash. Bang, bang, crash, crash. I just want the green light. Absolute Beginners again, we're Absolute Beginners. With the ghost on our side.

17 Berlin There are grey skies in our blue eyes, but this is not a protest song. This is just static on the hotel intercom, softer than dust and louder than bombs. And the world's not ours tonight in a Berlin flat lit by neon lights. My boyfriend's in the stairwell, he looks just like James Dean, and nothing else matters when you're 17. And the German boys sing, and the German boys talk. Some kids have plans to rule the world, some kids have plans to run away. And you do what you can or you do what you must at the door of the punk rock club, at work at the factory. And the world won't end tonight on a black highway lit by neon lights. My boyfriend's in the driver's seat, he drives just like James Dean, and nothing else matters when you're 17. And the German boys sing, and the German boys talk. Some kids have plans to rule the world, some kids have plans to run away. And you do what you can or you do what you must at the door of the punk rock club, at work at the factory. There are gray skies in our blue eyes, but this is not a protest song.

The Truth About Lake Ronkonkoma Take our photograph. We're all pop stars underneath our raincoats. Dancing in this house, our pockets full of suicide notes. And I can hear a synthesizer play a song for all the days we stay. I can hear a synthesizer play, but we're fifteen minutes away. Take our photograph. We're all pop stars underneath our sweaters. Dancing in this house, our pockets full of unsent love letters. I can hear a synthesizer play a song for all the days we stay. I can hear a synthesizer play but we're fifteen minutes away... from tomorrow.

Let's Stay Alive A song for the young believers, who woke up and found themselves neither. A song for the Young Detectives, tell me what did you find... In Impossible City, my best friend's falling apart. Beneath the satellites and static her morse code breaks my heart. Stephanie! Let's stay alive, let's stay alive, let's stay alive. Let's stay alive, Let's stay alive, Let's stay alive. Computers took your heroes and encoded them in ones and zeros. Robots took your songs and sung them wrong, all wrong. But we're ghosts in the wires, so set the electrical fires. Because something's got to give, but not you, dear, you've got to live! Let's stay alive, let's stay alive, let's stay alive... Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! In Impossible City, the Impossible Pop Star sings, and you and I believe in Impossible things... On the pirate radio station, in my car with no destination, as bright and lost as the stars above, we will reinvent love! Let's stay alive, let's stay alive, let's stay alive... Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!

Go Kid Go Hey kid, time is on your side. Hey kid, you can start an engine. You can throw a switch and I know you need things, and I know you need. But it's architecture. And there's something happening here. It's architecture... Go kid go kid. Go kid go kid. Go kid go kid, I'm sorry. Hey kid, some things bother you. Hey kid, you can catch a ride down to the shops and I know you need things, and I know you need. But it's architecture, and there's something happening here. It's architecture... Go kid go kid. Go kid go kid. Go kid go kid, I'm sorry. Something happens in this town and I go crazy. Something happens in this town and I go crazy. Hey kid, it's secret history. Hey kid, you can roll your jeans and you can shave your head and you can wear your boxing gloves to bed. It's all been said. But it's architecture and there's something happening here. But it's architecture... Go kid go kid. Go kid go kid. Go kid go kid, I'm sorry.

Modulate This is the new sound, this is the new sound. In moonlit transit, the moonlight transmits, the golden years displaced. Nothing rises so we're content to decline with a certain grace. Electricity, it's in me, electricity and trash. This is the new sound, this is the new sound. Tonight my life depends on YOU and ME, and this trust that we'll believe in something when this party crashes us. Electricity, it's in me. Their machinery shuts down. Electricity, it's in me. Electricity and trash. In the absence of love, we loved the absence. For soul, for soul, not money.

Party Crashers Calling all party crashers, calling all party crashers.

Between Cafes Lost satellites, lost in satellite towns. But the things she tears up are the things that I write down. Walking these streets like two filmless filmstars, I need a diamond ring, she needs a speeding car. In suburbia, in suburbia. in suburbia. We're aliens in our own world, aliens in our own world, aliens in our own world, her and I. Holding her here, everyday is life and death, from the factory to the strip mall discoteque. Lost satellites that no one recovered. When things go wrong, they just send another. In suburbia, in suburbia. in suburbia. We're aliens in our own world, aliens in our own world, aliens in our own world, her and I. Lost and lonely, waiting to crash. Youíre Joan of Arc. I'm Andy Warhol. We're aliens in our own world.

The Informers He arrived today, my dangerous friend. And because we're still alive, we get into his car and we just drive. You could say we're a team. You could say this world is only a dream. But I won't. And beneath the stars, life is cheap and easy. We take ecstasy in sorrow, today's a party but not tomorrow. And at the disco he masters the new technology. In this country we pay in hard currency. And I know this is gonna hurt. And I know this is gonna be so sad. He keeps talking about the end of the world and he's a dedicated boy. He keeps talking about the end of the world and I'm a follower of fashion. Oh, how do you live? Sir, when love is suicide? Sir, when love is violence? Your world may end in dust and silence. But ours will come undone dancing with the Young Americans. Saints above that must be some sort of love. And I know Heaven help us, heaven help us, help us now.

Working Class Jacket Milk spills and mothers run away. Black shoes shine, flannel sheets are warm. She knows the price of Cheerios. He says, "It's just you and me now kid." He hopes the new job will make things better. She knows it won't matter. Alone at school she sits and dreams of John and Bobby Kennedy. But tonight she'll wear his working class jacket over her prom dress and dance as the pop sings, "It's a crazy world, and you're a messed up kid," and that's why you're my favorite, and I believe in you. Rich kids hate the skinheads, and the skinheads hate the rich kids. She gets thrown in with the deal. She knows just how it feels when God hates you and mothers run away. She says, "I'm gonna kill someone." Alone at school she sits and dreams of Johnny Marr and Morrissey. But tonight she'll wear his working class jacket over her prom dress and dance as the pop sings, "It's a crazy world, and you're a messed up kid," and that's why you're my favorite, and I believe in you.

You Belong With Us Silicon chips make choices with stolen voices, but you have only stolen your party dress. And us our synthesizers. In these towns that despise us, tonight the stars disguise us, synchronize us. Everything old is new tonight. Everyone young is blue tonight. Everything we do tonight is wrong, wrong, wrong. And you belong with us. You belong with us.... Dancing at all-night raves or ice cold in shallow graves or sleeping on speeding trains with our mouths full of novocaine. Everything old is new tonight. Everyone young is blue tonight. Everything we do tonight is wrong, wrong, wrong. And you belong with us. You belong with us... Where are you?



  DA2001 Compilation CD

Detectives of Suburbia (Detectives! Detectives!) Only ghosts and detectives remain, in this town named after the sound of rain. I'm here, I'm making a stand against invisible, impossible plans. The men who sold America don't care what happens to you and your mom. The men who sold America don't care what happens when the money's gone. But I do, and my love for you makes sparks in the haunted vaccuum of freedom. (Detectives! Detectives!) For there are those who will sell you out, take you apart and send you away, and some will say most anything, but some mean what they say.



  DA2000 Compilation CD

Cult Hero, Come Home The girl in the picture, won second prize for something she did when she was in school. Now she wants me to drive her home, Now she wants me to play that song again, "Play it again Michael." The light in the doorway, means someone is waiting. The voice at your window, means you are young. Now what color is your hair today girl? What are you crying about? Please everybody sing... Dear Cult Hero, please come home. The boys and girls are all alone Dear Cult Hero, please come home. The boys and girls know... "Some sad things are going to happen." Nobody tallks to you. There's shouting in the schoolyard. The ghost of Sid Vicious appears in your room. And as you throw out your arms to embrace him, you go tumbling down the stairs. Please, everybody sing... Dear Cult Hero, please come home. The boys and girls are all alone Dear Cult Hero, please come home. The boys and girls know... "Some sad things are going to happen." And Sid says, "leave these kids alone." Sid says, "leave these kids alone."



Words by Michael Grace Jr.