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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) · The Best of Peter & the Test Tube Babies (Peter & the Test Tube Babies) · Test Tube Trash (Peter & the Test Tube Babies) · Lo Flux Tube (Old) · Test Tube Conceived (Robert Calvert) · Tube Tunes, Vol. 1: The '70s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tube Tunes, Vol. 2: The '70s & '80s (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh 
They're making music to watch girls by 

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh 
They're making music to watch girls by 

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh 
They're making music to watch girls by 

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
What's that sound? Each time to hear a loud collective
Sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk, girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes
feet
Fingers tall
Far from reach
Mind to talk
Still words bleed
Optic box
Melted through
Sonic shock
Silent clue
Drop by drop
Drain-out tube
Broken string that could be tied together
Houses need paint that stand out there by the river
Once I knew a child back then
Who spent all day long
a time
Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans
It's a service funded by a self-made man
Talks to victims and industrial spies
He feeds you tobacco
I haven't cried baby since I learned to talk
Haven't fallen down since I learned to walk
And I don't get bored watching the tube
And I never had
I wish that I had known in
That first minute we met
The unpayable debt
That I owed you

Because you'd been abused
By the bone that refused you
The Arrival 
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, 
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. 
When they catch sight
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But
Bless me
Fill me up with tubes
Pass it off as news
Shut up and listen

Blame me
The workers make it all
Catch you when you fall
Not on your
(Verse One)
Everytime I pick up a paper or turn on the tube a news flash
another youth passed school ground's a bloodbath
Politicians caught in sex
larger and bigger the factor 
here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor 
just the collective my perspective to be
effective is the main
Like a bolt from the blue?
Will we realise?

If they found a tube in outer space
And no-one knew who put it there.
If they looked inside and
Found
the privates feel the pain.

They talk from the screen and T.V. tube.
They talk revolution like it's processed food.
They talk of anarchy from music hall
wants to run across the grass
Instead she's lying on a hospital bed, hooked up to gas and tubes and lights
She doesn't even know she's alive
Except her
can talk to anyone here.
You can throw your arms around your nearest neighbour
And the smiling ones'll tell you that you've saved her,
That she's