These are my demons, ones that I’ve grown
These are my demons, from seeds that I’ve sown
These are my demons, leave them alone
These are my demons, go get your own!

My mother gave me an intercontinental
Ballistic missile with a nuclear warhead
With USA on the side of it and
Coca-Cola in brackets …
… For Christmas!

 To all wavebands on Earth 
 Reconnoiter on the kilohertz 
 This tune is going out to Marconi 
 To all corners of the globe 
 There ain’t no hut in the Serengeti 
 Where my wavelengths do not probe 
And if a rocket went to Saturn
 We sure hope a D.J. is on board

There’s razors in my bed, 
That come out late at night. 
They always disappear, 
Before the morning light!

If only I’d thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Feeling attack put up defenses
Nothing you’ve ever said made much sense
Words are just another violence
Nothing rings as true as silence

Since re-starting this show after a 37-year hiatus some 18 months ago, I’ve discovered or re-discovered a lot of songs that have become the new soundtrack of my life. This show includes sixteen of them. Hope you enjoy!

I watch you on the TV every single day 
Those eyes make everything okay

I want to go to cool places with you 
I want to take you to cool places tonight 
I want to go where nobody’s a fool 
And no one says uh, “Hey girl, need a light?”

I can’t tell you 
We can’t tell you 
They can’t tell you 
Why

Is it an horrific dream?
Am I sinking fast?
Could a person be so mean
As to laugh and laugh on my own?
Could you ease my load?
Could you see my pain?
Could you please explain the hurting?

I want to be a Yank. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got unfinished business to straighten out, because the night. Let’s all make a bomb.

Endicott’s carryin’ a heavy load but Endicott never really ever moans
 Endicott’s not a wealthy guy but Endicott pays the bills on time 
Endicott’s got ideas and plans, Endicott’s what you call a real man Endicott always will provide ’cause Endicott is the family type 
Why can’t you be like Endicott?

… I thought these lyrics sounded eerily appropriate:

Another year older and what have I done, 
my aspirations have shriveled in the sun, 
I’m crippled by guilt, 
blinded by science, 
I’ve been waiting for tomorrow all of my life

Hey! On this show we play our 1000th unique song! I never would have thought we’d get there but it’s been a fun ride so far. Hope you enjoy it!

Hey you, in the front row, are you coming backstage after the show?  
Because I’ve got a chaise longue in my dressing room, and a pack of warm beer that we can consume

This week’s show features music not heard previously on this show, selected from the #PunkandNewWaveClassics tournament on Twitter that can be found on the “Everything 80’s” feed curated by @Oliver_Shergold.  Check it out by clicking here!

Don’t you like the way I move when you see me? 
Don’t you like the things that I say? 
Don’t you like the way I seem to enjoy it? 
When you shout things but I don’t care

Walk out to winter, swear I’ll be there 
Chill will wake you, high and dry 
You’ll wonder why 
Walk out to winter, swear I’ll be there 
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow

Out of concealment 
Blank and stark-eyed 
Why so uncertain? 
This culture deceives

I had a one-way ticket and a little radio
I turned it on, heard the sound from twenty years ago
Somebody smiled and said, that’s the only way to go
He died at twenty-one, now nobody’s innocent in
Memphis! So where the hell is Memphis?

When she walks, the revolution’s comin’
In her hips, there’s revolution
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her kiss, I taste the revolution