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

Hide all the antiques
And put all the paintings away
Now it’s my turn
To heat up the RCA
Open up the fridge
And put all the food to the rear
Make a lot of room
For another couple boxes of beer

Once I knew a man in love with money
He said it solved his worries and his cares
Then one day, I heard him say
Something I hear everywhere
“Tell me now to find true love and happiness
In the present day”

I wonder if they’re dancing disco in Moscow?

I’m all lost in the supermarket. I can no longer shop happily.

It’s never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Don’t give up the game until your heart stops beating

Some people speak broken English. Others are watching the clothes go round. And some simply fade away. Include me out.

Always work. Go to church. Respect those with authority over you.

I’m a real wild one.

“I wanna be your dog”, he said.

“Just drive”, she said.

All we ever wanted was everything. All we ever got was cold.