Music

  • We're the children of the eighties, haven't we grown
    We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than a stone
    And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden

    We like the music of the sixties
    It's the Rolling Stones, the Beatles and the Doors
    Flower children, Woodstock and the war
    Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us
    And we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus
    Jimi Hendrix is playing on
    We know Janis Joplin was The Rose
    Ah but all the stuff that she put in her arm
    We're not alarmed

    Some of us are the sisters and the brothers
    Who take a leather jacket and a single golden earring
    Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing
    Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows
    Our brains are turning to Jell-O
    We are looking forward to the days
    When we live inside of a purple haze
    And the salvation of the soul
    Is rock 'n' roll

    Recently have you looked in our eyes?
    And maybe will your conscience in disguise
    We're well informed and we are wise
    Please stop telling us lies
    We know Afghanistan's invaded
    And we know El Salvador's dictated
    Ah but our lives are just begun
    We are the warriors of the sun
    We're the golden boys
    And the golden girls
    For a better world

  • Wake me with kisses in the afternoon
    The butler knows any time you arrive is never too soon
    He knows just where you are by the sound of your car
    He'll be waiting there by the spiral stair

    You could drive me crazy with your unkept hair (note 1)
    You don't know what a comb is and frankly I don't really care
    'Cause you're fresh and you're wild
    And you make the butler smile
    By bringing me flowers like meteor showers
    Treating me like a Queen though I'm only nineteen
    Which reminds me of something that I've recently seen
    It was a look in the eye of Lady Di

    As she stood on the balcony
    Knowing the last fantasy of the century
    Was in her long white veil
    Maybe she'd rather have you than the Prince of Wales
    And all the jewels in the crown
    And all the villages and towns
    That line the sea of the Monarchy

    And while I cut the roses, what about Lady Di?
    She's a child of the eighties just like you and like I
    Think of all the things that she'll never do
    See a rock 'n' roll show, get a heart-shaped tattoo
    Wear a t-shirt around in the middle of town (note 2)
    Take a Harley ride as the sun goes down (note 2)

    Look at all the music that I make with you
    Let's take a walk on the wild side, baby I'm in love with you
    I'll leave my Dior in the cabinet door
    And I'll leave my bouquet on the breakfast tray
    My parents are out, let's head north of the Bay (note 2)
    Maybe go for a sail just like the Prince of Wales

    And does he ever love her in the afternoon?
    Was the kiss that she gave him in public oh just a little too soon?
    And it's really a shame she'll take half of the blame (note 2)
    For the boys in the Maze and their numbered days (note 2) (note 3)
    There's a tear in the eye of Lady Di (note 4)

    As she looks from the balcony
    Knowing the last fantasy of the century
    Is probably a lie
    My heart goes out to you Princess, lovely Lady Di
    'Cause for all that it seems, here I stand in my jeans
    Oh whatever it means it is I who am Queen

  • You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red
    You like [softball], oh, and the Grateful Dead
    Why am I attracted to
    The body and the [mind/soul] of you?

    You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer's eyes
    And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
    Running through a field of flames
    Playing our forbidden game

    Camouflaging all, you pass me in the hall
    Leaving me standing naked with my feelings
    Did you see me here, swallowing my tears?
    Everything that was [solid] now is reeling

    Ah, but I know you, oh, and you know me, too
    You know the closet, oh, that I share with you
    There are places we could go
    No one would ever, ever know

    Let's try real time, oh, come sit on my bed
    We'll share our lifetimes, oh, and the Grateful Dead

  • My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, USA
    I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way
    To chase my future down and lay it at my feet
    So I can answer all the questions of my old friends on the street

    I lie awake at night and I think about the year
    The petty victories and all the hidden tears
    And about the girl I loved who had to set me free
    She said she'd never marry anyone undisciplined as me

    And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
    It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
    Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
    May scatter like a raibow on the open seas
    Oh no you won't find me, staring down an M16
    You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
    You took my brother from Marriott and from me

    My dad's made window shades for twenty seven years
    He's had his share of laughter and an equal share of tears
    And I still live in the second room of my parents hall
    My brother watches me from the solitary frame upon the wall

    Mom tends the garden and occasionally perms her hair
    She's not political she sticks to her own affairs
    But they voted the cowboy in and they think he's doing fine
    He's created some very new and interesting, innovative lines

    We celebrated when they came home from Iran
    We tied a buch of yellow ribbons on the van
    Drove into Marriott went into church and prayed
    But secretly I asked the Lord if this is how heroes are made

    And speaking of heroes a word about my dad
    Son of mine take your time for now you're all we have
    And if you refuse to go I'll support you all the way
    And this will surely be a very first in Marriott, USA

  • I never knew you meant that much to me
    Why did I light a candle when you died
    Find a picture of you walking in Central Park
    With the iron woman by your side

    That candle burned for twenty days
    Most of my good friends came to mourn
    And we talked about the good old days
    Before my friends and I were born

    Now I think I understand
    It was Sgt Pepper's Band
    That put the sixties into song
    Where have all the heroes gone

    Lucy in the sky with the lads from Liverpool
    Drop some acid, meet the queen
    Coming out of both eyes of the hurricane
    You sang your music sweet and clean

    Oh you may not want my poetry
    I surely would not want your fame
    You rose over the dawn of my early history
    I'll pay you tribute all the same

    Where have they gone
    Where have they gone
    Where have they gone
    Where have all the heroes gone

    It was a diamond studded hard day's night
    They tell me everyone was there
    I must have heard you from my mothers arms
    I must have thought somebody cared

    And I live in the age of cosmic maniacs
    One of them put a bullet in your side
    New York City nineteen eighty
    The day the sixties finally died

    Where have they gone
    Where have they gone
    Where have they gone
    Where have all the heroes gone

  • We are the warriors of the sun
    Fighting post-war battles that somehow never got won
    It may be crazy or it may be the final run
    We are the warriors of the sun

    Say we feed the hungry and we tend to the sick
    Say that we're always around when the going gets thick
    Say we'll carry off the evil and your weary ones
    Say we are the warriors of the sun

    It's true about no more water but the fire next time
    Will the children of the eighties be ashes or discover their prime
    We don't heed the Nobel laureate warning 'bout things to come
    Or the incinerated warriors of the sun

    New York guardian angels, you all right?
    No one's gonna violate Ronnie on the subway tonight
    Smile as a child and then you buried your gun
    Another couple of thousand warriors of the sun

    In the ghetto by any other name she remains the same
    Now more than ever survival is the name of the game
    Prove that you're truly needy by eating dinner from a dog food can
    One of these days, the apple's gonna hit the fan

    We are the warriors of the sun
    Fighting post-war battles that somehow never got won
    It may be crazy or it may be the final run
    We are the warriors of the sun
    We are the warriors of the sun
    We are the warriors of the sun