Give me all your paper ma
Gimme all your jazz
Give me something that I need
Something I can have
Mrs. London's coming round
She's coming with her son
Gimme all your paper ah
So I can get a gun
She has got it in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
She's so mean
Give me all your paper ma
So I can buy a train
They just want to suck you in
To being one of them
Tell her that I'm not in here
Tell her I'm a freak
Tell her that I fall about
Every time I speak
She has got in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
I just scream
Give me all your paper ma
So I can buy a train
I don't know how I got in here
It's making me insane
Have another cigarette
And have another cigarette
In a room where lovers go
Talking on the telephone
They have go it in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
They all dream
The Psychedelic Furs - Talk Talk Talk Album Lyrics
The Psychedelic Furs - Talk Talk Talk Lyrics
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pretty in Pink
Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day
Loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself 'round
And she smiles and she says
"This is it, that's the end of the joke"
And loses herself in her
Dreaming and sleep, and her
Lovers walk through in their coats
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
All of her lovers all
Talk of her notes and the
Flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy
Isn't she pretty in pink?
The one who insists he was
First in the line is the
Last to remember her name
He's walking around in this
Dress that she wore
She is gone, but the
Joke's the same
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Caroline talks to you
Softly sometimes, she says,
"I love you" and "Too much"
She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She give you her clothes
These cars collide
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself 'round
And she smiles and she says
"This is it, that's the end of the joke"
And loses herself in her
Dreaming and sleep, and her
Lovers walk through in their coats
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
All of her lovers all
Talk of her notes and the
Flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy
Isn't she pretty in pink?
The one who insists he was
First in the line is the
Last to remember her name
He's walking around in this
Dress that she wore
She is gone, but the
Joke's the same
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Caroline talks to you
Softly sometimes, she says,
"I love you" and "Too much"
She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She give you her clothes
These cars collide
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Wanna Sleep With You
She comes in like an angel,
And goes down like these flats.
I don't know why she does all this.
It's making her see that
I don't want you always,
And I won't hold your hand.
I won't give you flowers,
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I got my own morals,
You've got your own too.
Lovers will just steal your clothes,
But I'm not one of them.
Forgive me.
I just didn't want to run away with you.
There's romance, or so she says.
I want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I want to sleep with you.
I didn't want to fade in you.
I make my own scenes.
These go-go girls are happening.
They're just like accidents.
He's got sunglasses, electric shoes,
This vicious dog, and I shake.
A uniform in black and blue,
He wants to be your guard.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you, now.
And goes down like these flats.
I don't know why she does all this.
It's making her see that
I don't want you always,
And I won't hold your hand.
I won't give you flowers,
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I got my own morals,
You've got your own too.
Lovers will just steal your clothes,
But I'm not one of them.
Forgive me.
I just didn't want to run away with you.
There's romance, or so she says.
I want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I want to sleep with you.
I didn't want to fade in you.
I make my own scenes.
These go-go girls are happening.
They're just like accidents.
He's got sunglasses, electric shoes,
This vicious dog, and I shake.
A uniform in black and blue,
He wants to be your guard.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you, now.
Writer: JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY, DUNCAN KILBURN, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No Tears
There's demonstrations
And demonstrations
Listen to the weathermen
They're not saying anything
They're tripping flags for you
This crazy face for you
You don't have a point of view
You don't have to say you do
No tears, no colours, yeah
There's conversation
And conversation
Talk about yourself again
Talk about the rain again
Another lie for you
Another point of view
How can you believe in them?
Don't believe in anything
No colours, no tears, yeah
There's demonstrations
And demonstrations
Listen to the weathermen
They're not saying anything
There's conversation
And conversation
Talk about yourself again
Talk about the rain again
No tears, no colours,
No you now
And demonstrations
Listen to the weathermen
They're not saying anything
They're tripping flags for you
This crazy face for you
You don't have a point of view
You don't have to say you do
No tears, no colours, yeah
There's conversation
And conversation
Talk about yourself again
Talk about the rain again
Another lie for you
Another point of view
How can you believe in them?
Don't believe in anything
No colours, no tears, yeah
There's demonstrations
And demonstrations
Listen to the weathermen
They're not saying anything
There's conversation
And conversation
Talk about yourself again
Talk about the rain again
No tears, no colours,
No you now
Writer: JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD LOFTHOUSE BUTLER, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY, DUNCAN KILBURN, ROGER MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mr. Jones
Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four.
Moderately pretty.
She is all the girls, you know.
We are going far away.
We're going for a ride.
Mr. jones has got a plan,
If you just come inside.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones is beautiful.
Your eyes are made of glass.
Looking through the window,
You can see the world go past.
Here's another nine o'clock,
And here's another day.
Wonder how the weather is,
And what the people say?
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones can turn you on
And turn you off again.
Mr. Jones is all of you
Who live inside a plan.
Put your head upon the pillow,
Never put it down.
That would only wake you up
And turn your head around.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Moderately pretty.
She is all the girls, you know.
We are going far away.
We're going for a ride.
Mr. jones has got a plan,
If you just come inside.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones is beautiful.
Your eyes are made of glass.
Looking through the window,
You can see the world go past.
Here's another nine o'clock,
And here's another day.
Wonder how the weather is,
And what the people say?
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones can turn you on
And turn you off again.
Mr. Jones is all of you
Who live inside a plan.
Put your head upon the pillow,
Never put it down.
That would only wake you up
And turn your head around.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD LOFTHOUSE BUTLER, ROGER MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Into You Like a Train
No kind of love.
I don't want to make no scene
Lovers come and go, or make you Mrs.
Anyone or make you Mr.
Me.
I'm into you like a train.
Yeah,
Fall in love.
I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me,
Or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind.
I'm into you like a train.
Now fall in love.
Yeah,
Fall in love.
If you believe that anyone like me within a song is outside it all,
Then you are all so wrong.
If you believe that anyone like me within a song would try and change it all,
Then you have been put on.
I don't want to wear no side or complicate it all,
Or celebrate your prettiness and kick you in it all.
So wrong.
I don't want to make no scene
Lovers come and go, or make you Mrs.
Anyone or make you Mr.
Me.
I'm into you like a train.
Yeah,
Fall in love.
I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me,
Or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind.
I'm into you like a train.
Now fall in love.
Yeah,
Fall in love.
If you believe that anyone like me within a song is outside it all,
Then you are all so wrong.
If you believe that anyone like me within a song would try and change it all,
Then you have been put on.
I don't want to wear no side or complicate it all,
Or celebrate your prettiness and kick you in it all.
So wrong.
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It Goes On
You laugh at her in all the cars
She's easily confused
There isn't any wrong or right
Or up and down on you
There isn't any reason
There isn't any sense
Nothing else is happening
This is where you are
It goes on and then it rains
We run away
It goes on again
If you say no just one more time
He's gonna trash your wife
He has to have a lie to live
Or something to believe
He has a god
He calls it you
He has a highway too
Inside his head these wheels go round
He says that he loves you
It goes on, and then it goes around again
It goes on again
It goes on
It goes on, and then it goes
Around again
It goes on again
You know this guy that lives downstairs
There's parties all the time
Where they put on wigs and stuff
So they can be themselves
He calls you this
He calls you that
You lose your memory
All this goes on all the time
So I don't go down there
It goes on, and then it rains again
It goes on again
It goes on, and then it goes
Around again
It goes on again
She's easily confused
There isn't any wrong or right
Or up and down on you
There isn't any reason
There isn't any sense
Nothing else is happening
This is where you are
It goes on and then it rains
We run away
It goes on again
If you say no just one more time
He's gonna trash your wife
He has to have a lie to live
Or something to believe
He has a god
He calls it you
He has a highway too
Inside his head these wheels go round
He says that he loves you
It goes on, and then it goes around again
It goes on again
It goes on
It goes on, and then it goes
Around again
It goes on again
You know this guy that lives downstairs
There's parties all the time
Where they put on wigs and stuff
So they can be themselves
He calls you this
He calls you that
You lose your memory
All this goes on all the time
So I don't go down there
It goes on, and then it rains again
It goes on again
It goes on, and then it goes
Around again
It goes on again
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
So Run Down
Blue cars, big beat
Dead on my feet
I get this heat
Run 'round lime street
Do this, be there
I just don't care
All day day wear
Go home she's there
I don't think that I can stand
I'm so run down
She is oh so out of hand
She's coming down
Run down, who cares
I'm so happy
I get some clerk
Talk talk talk talk
Get up, get down
This is toy town
All day, day wear
Go home, she's there
I don't think that I can stand
I'm so run down
She is oh so out of hand
She's coming down now
Sometimes she says, she loves me
I just don't believe it
All day she says, my set it plays
Love songs all day
It sells toothpaste, razors band-aids
It sells love
And it sells hairspray
Ha ha all day, Monday Monday
I don't think that I can stand
I'm so run down
She is oh so out of hand
She's coming down now
Dead on my feet
I get this heat
Run 'round lime street
Do this, be there
I just don't care
All day day wear
Go home she's there
I don't think that I can stand
I'm so run down
She is oh so out of hand
She's coming down
Run down, who cares
I'm so happy
I get some clerk
Talk talk talk talk
Get up, get down
This is toy town
All day, day wear
Go home, she's there
I don't think that I can stand
I'm so run down
She is oh so out of hand
She's coming down now
Sometimes she says, she loves me
I just don't believe it
All day she says, my set it plays
Love songs all day
It sells toothpaste, razors band-aids
It sells love
And it sells hairspray
Ha ha all day, Monday Monday
I don't think that I can stand
I'm so run down
She is oh so out of hand
She's coming down now
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD LOFTHOUSE BUTLER, ROGER MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
All of This and Nothing
A phonebook full of accidents
A girl to drive your car
A suit to wear on mondays
And a coat a magazine
A heavy rain a holiday
A painting of the wall
A knife a fork and memories
A light to see it all
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you round
Dominoes a pack of cards
A picture of the queen
A dress to wear on sundays
And a handle for the door
A letter that i sent for you
A note you left for me
A wave a pack of cigarettes
A pocket full of beads
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you round
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on
The sound of people getting drunk
A ceiling and a sky
A bank that's full of promises
A telephone that lies
A visit from your doctor
He crawls in through the door
A mirror you can look in
So that you know where you are
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you round
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Now i'm left with all of this
A room full of your trash
A girl to drive your car
A suit to wear on mondays
And a coat a magazine
A heavy rain a holiday
A painting of the wall
A knife a fork and memories
A light to see it all
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you round
Dominoes a pack of cards
A picture of the queen
A dress to wear on sundays
And a handle for the door
A letter that i sent for you
A note you left for me
A wave a pack of cigarettes
A pocket full of beads
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you round
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on
The sound of people getting drunk
A ceiling and a sky
A bank that's full of promises
A telephone that lies
A visit from your doctor
He crawls in through the door
A mirror you can look in
So that you know where you are
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Hey i never meant that stuff
I want to turn you round
You didn't leave me anything
That i can understand
Now i'm left with all of this
A room full of your trash
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
She Is Mine
I hope you get your invitation
It is here for you
Listen to the conversation
Playing pretty tunes
Sorry I can't wait for you
I couldn't stand to stay
You have to get right out of here
You have to get away
I had to pay the doorman
Just to let me use the door
I had to use a muscleman
To pick me off the floor
They're making up things
That we've all heard before
Like romance and engage and divorce
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
I met this girl and called her ma
I called her everything
I called her fab and Mrs. Fish
I didn't get her name
She's making me a pair of shoes
So I can run away
She's making me a plastic wig
She's making me again
I had to pay the doorman
Just to let me use the door
I had to use a muscleman
To pick me off the floor
They're making up things
That we've all heard before
Like romance and engage and divorce
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
Some people are dancing
And some fall in love
To the music of military tunes
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
I didn't want to put you on
Or tape you down at all
Or leave you here so all alone
Or put you in this room
They're making up things
That we've all heard before
Like romance and engage and divorce
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
It is here for you
Listen to the conversation
Playing pretty tunes
Sorry I can't wait for you
I couldn't stand to stay
You have to get right out of here
You have to get away
I had to pay the doorman
Just to let me use the door
I had to use a muscleman
To pick me off the floor
They're making up things
That we've all heard before
Like romance and engage and divorce
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
I met this girl and called her ma
I called her everything
I called her fab and Mrs. Fish
I didn't get her name
She's making me a pair of shoes
So I can run away
She's making me a plastic wig
She's making me again
I had to pay the doorman
Just to let me use the door
I had to use a muscleman
To pick me off the floor
They're making up things
That we've all heard before
Like romance and engage and divorce
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
Some people are dancing
And some fall in love
To the music of military tunes
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
I didn't want to put you on
Or tape you down at all
Or leave you here so all alone
Or put you in this room
They're making up things
That we've all heard before
Like romance and engage and divorce
You have to be crazy to stay in this place
You just have to laugh at it all
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD BUTLER, ROGER NICHOLAS MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Talk Talk Talk is the second studio album by the English rock band the Psychedelic Furs. It was released on 15 May 1981 by Columbia Records. It was reissued with bonus tracks in 2002 by Columbia/Legacy and on vinyl in the UK in 2011 without bonus content.
Performed By:
The Psychedelic FursGenre(s): New wave, post-punk
Producer(s): Steve Lillywhite
Released: May 15th, 1981
Year: 1981