Every breath you takeEvery move you makeEvery bond you breakEvery step you takeI'll be watching you.Every single dayEvery word you sayEvery game you playEvery night you stayI'll be watching you.Oh can't you seeYou belong to me?How my poor heart acheswith every step you take.Every move you makeEvery vow you breakEvery smile you fakeEvery claim you stakeI'll be watching you.Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace.I dream at night, I can only see your face.I look around but it's you I can't replace.I keep crying baby, baby please.Every move you makeEvery vow you breakEvery smile you fakeEvery claim you stakeI'll be watching you.Every move you makeEvery vow you breakEvery smile you fakeEvery claim you stakeI'll be watching youDon't stand so close to meYoung teacher, the subject, of school girl fantasyShe wants him, so badly, knows what she wants to beInside her, there's longing, this girl's an open pageBook marking, she's so close now, this girl is half his ageCHORUS:Don't stand, don't stand soDon't stand so close to meDon't stand, don't stand soDon't stand so close to meHer friends are, so jealous, you know how bad girls getSometimes it's not so easy, to be the teacher's petTemptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cryWet bus stop, she's waiting, his car is warm and dryCHORUSLoose talk in, the classroom, to hurt they try and tryStrong words in, the staffroom, the accusations flyIt's no use, he sees her, he starts to shake and coughJust like the, old man in, that book by Nabakov

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Every little thing she does is magic

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Everytime that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing she do is magic magic magic
Magic magic magic



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King of Pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the King of Pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the King of Pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the King of Pain

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of Pain

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
That's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the King of Pain

King of Pain
King of Pain
King of Pain
I'll always be King of Pain



Synchronicity (I)

With one breath, with one flow
You will know
Synchronicity

A sleep trance, a dream dance,
A shared romance,
Synchronicity

A connecting principle,
Linked to the invisible
Almost imperceptible
Something inexpressible.
Science insusceptible
Logic so inflexible
Causally connectible
Yet nothing is invincible.

If we share this nightmare
Then we can dream
Spiritus mundi.

If you act, as you think,
The missing link,
Synchronicity.

We know you, they know me
Extrasensory
Synchronicity.

A star fall, a phone call,
It joins all,
Synchronicity.

It's so deep, it's so wide
Your inside
Synchronicity.

Effect without a cause
Sub-atomic laws, scientific pause
Synchronicity...................



Synchronicity (II)

Another suburban family morning.
Grandmother screaming at the wall.

We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all.
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
But we know all her suicides are fake.

Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take.
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.

Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky.
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why.
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish lake.

Another working day has ended.
Only the rush hour hell to face.
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
Contestants in a suicidal race.
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights,
the pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake...............