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1984 Soundtrack
Cities in Dust- Siouxsie & the Banshees. "Water was running; children were running, You were running out of time. Under the mountain, a golden fountain, Were you praying at the Lares shrine? But, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend. Oh, your city lies in dust, my friend. We found you hiding, we found you lying, Choking on the dirt and sand. Your former glories and all the stories, Dragged and washed with eager hands. But, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend. Oh, your city lies in dust, my friend. Your city lies in dust. Water was running; children were running. We found you hiding, we found you lying. Water was running; children were running. We found you hiding, we found you lying. Your city lies in dust. Oh, your city lies in dust, my friend. Hot and burning in your nostrils, Pouring down your gaping mouth. Your molten bodies blanket of cinders, Caught in the throes. Oh, your city lies in dust, my friend.''
Mexican Radio- Wall of Voodoo. ''I feel a hot wind on my shoulder, And the touch of a world that is older. I turn the switch and check the number, I leave it on when in bed I slumber. I hear the rhythms of the music, I buy the product and never use it. I hear the talking of the D.J., Can't understand, just what does he say? I'm on a Mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican radio. I dial it in and tune the station, They talk about the U.S. inflation. I understand just a little, No comprende, it's a riddle. I'm on a Mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican radio. I wish I was in Tijuana, Eating barbecued iguana. I'd take requests on the telephone. I'm on a wavelength far from home. I feel a hot wind on my shoulder, I dial it in from south of the border. I hear the talking of the D.J., Can't understand, just what does he say? I'm on a Mexican radio.'' I'm on a Mexican radio. Radio radio.. Radio radio.. Radio radio.. I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican radio. Radio radio.. What does he say?"
Personal Jesus- Depeche Mode. "Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers, Someone who cares. Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers, Someone who's there. Feeling unknown, And you're all alone. Flesh and bone, By the telephone. Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer. Take second best, Put me to the test. Things on your chest, You need to confess. I will deliver, You know I'm a forgiver. Reach out and touch faith. Reach out and touch faith. Your own personal Jesus. Feeling unknown, And you're all alone. Flesh and bone, By the telephone. Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer. I will deliver, You know I'm a forgiver. Reach out and touch faith. Your own personal Jesus. Reach out and touch faith."
Invisible Sun- The Police. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life, Looking down the barrel of an ArmaLite. I don't want to spend the rest of my days, Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say. I don't want to spend my time in hell, Looking at the walls of a prison cell. I don't ever want to play the part, Of a statistic on a government chart. There has to be an invisible sun, It gives its heat to everyone. There has to be an invisible sun, That gives us hope when the whole days done. It's dark all day, and it glows all night, Factory smoke and acetylene light. I face the day with my head caved in, Looking like something that the cat brought in. There has to be an invisible sun, It gives its heat to everyone. There has to be an invisible sun, That gives us hope when the whole days done. And they're only going to change this place by, Killing everybody in the human race. And they would kill me for a cigarette, But I don't even want to die just yet. There has to be an invisible sun, It gives its heat to everyone. There has to be an invisible sun, It gives us hope when the whole days done."
We Run- Strange Advance. "You're on your own and you meet a friend, Who doesn't kill but wounds for life. The sun blinds you through the trees, While watching clues fall from the skies. And she smiles. At the point of the knife, You never see anyone. How the strong will survive, At the end of their gun. We run. Frozen smiles for men returned, They never even left this place. She kissed me softly on the cheek, And a shadow cut across her face. At the point of the knife, You never see anyone. How the strong will survive, At the end of their gun. We run. I walked for miles and miles to the sea, I know you never tried to deceive., At the point of the knife, You never see anyone. How the strong will survive At the end of their gun."
The Rat- Dead Confederate. "Shoot from the back, Take good aim. Make sure I'm dead; Bang Bang. Because I'm a rat, There's no mistake. Under the bed, Where you sleep. Crush the skull, Make me tame. Sweep it up, Hide it away. No morals shown, In no way explained. Stupid human, Shit for brains. And draw tiny pictures Around all the days. Bag and burn; Bang Bang. Throw your judgments Across the breeze. Bag and burn; Bang Bang. You live inside, Your Jesus dream. Bag and burn; Bang Bang. Get some sleep, Or lie in wait, Until the day, I run away. Forget the corpse, Present the case, To bring me down, And lose your words.
New Day Rising- Husker Du. "New day rising, New day rising, New day rising.."
Forget the corpse, Present the case, To bring me down, And lose your words. I'll follow you, Into the grave. And at the gates, I see the passing say; "The judge be judged, And all the rich be saved." I throw my curse, All across your days.
And draw tiny pictures, Around all the days. Bag and burn; Bang Bang. Throw your judgments, Across the breeze. Bag and burn; Bang Bang. You live inside, Your Jesus dream. Bag and burn; Bang Bang. And draw tiny pictures, Around all the days. Throw your judgments, Across the breeze. Watch them float off, To never be saved. You live inside, Your Jesus dream."
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