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Albums:

Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · The Psychedelic Furs/Talk Talk Talk/Forever Now/Mirror Moves/Midnight to Midnight (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk [Expanded] (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · No Bad Talk or Loud Talk 1977-'81 (Joe Ely) · Talk Talk (George Maple) · Talk That Talk (Johnny "Hammond" Smith) · Spirit of Talk Talk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Very Best of Talk Talk (Talk Talk) · Natural History: The Very Best of Talk Talk [Bonus DVD] (Talk Talk) – and 90 other albums »


Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation

Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little
get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation

Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little
like a red hot meter

What a walk
C'mon mouth and talk that talk

You know I couldn't make a sound
My head was goin' round
I was speechless, yeah
Burnin' like a red hot meter.

(Whistles)
What a walk
C'mon mouth and talk that talk.

You know I couldn't make a sound
My head was goin' round
I
on
I'll brew up some decaf
C'mon kick off those heels ma'am
Now breathe in and sigh out
Let's get with the program
(Let's talk about the good times)
by four 
Yeah 
I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you 
I'm gonna be that one who breaks you 
Put the screws into ya, my way 
Hey c'mon, c'mon
cloud of white
Just sittin' and watching
The blues go by

Hey baby
What can the number be
That makes your telephone ring
I've got some talk-
Hey
cloud of white
Just sittin' and watching
The blues go by

Hey baby
What can the number be
That makes your telephone ring
I've got some talk-
Hey
Uh, ha, ha

Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
Pump ya fists like this, c'mon
around 
You doing anything to keep her by your side 
Because she says she love you love you long time (c'mon!)

You wish you never ever met her
the villa and rock chinchillas
Girl I ain't going nowhere, sit here and play cops and robbers down by the moonlight
Sunrise it's time to go, grab your phone
potential
Can't you hear the sound?
You better get up, get up, get up
So we can get down

We've got the groovy potential
C'mon baby
Let's keep it down
by monsters
Kissing dogs

Lately a message talks about a place in the world
Little by little the mystery begins to uncurl
Snakey's awakey and he
C'mon baby
C'mon baby
C'mon baby
C'mon baby

Yeah!

Don't want to talk about it
And I don't want to hear what's for sale
Just move on baby
proud 
She tears up in church and she sings her harmonies loud 
She's got a Bible by the bed, a prayer journal, and a fish on her car 
She makes sure
proud 
She tears up in church and she sings her harmonies loud 
She's got a Bible by the bed, a prayer journal, and a fish on her car 
She makes sure
I know you heard it before, but it's true
C'mon! What you 'fraid of?
It's gon' do you some good

For all the girls that I loved before
That got
music) get on the dance floor 
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music) talk about, talk about 
C'mon 
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music) talk about (uh-huh) 
Talk
on let's go, come on let's go, c'mon let's go

We can be leaves pushed by the breeze
Towards the mountains or toward the sea
Or just out to eat
Please
all soon will be. Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good
me
Hang by their Ts rated PG in sight
I ain't sellin my soul when there's nothin' to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while
me
Hang by their Ts rated PG in sight
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothin' to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while
This is the place this is the time
My enterprise and this my rhyme

C'mon, 'cos I walk, walk, walk what I talk
Walk, walk, walk what I talk

Deep
all soon will be. Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good