1. TRACKLISTING
    Click title for lyrics
  2. Notorious
  3. American Science
  4. Skin Trade
  5. A Matter of Feeling
  6. Hold Me
  7. Vertigo (Do the Demolition)
  8. So Misled
  9. Meet El Presidente
  10. Winter Marches On
  11. Proposition

Release Date:

November 18, 1986

Record Label:

EMI Records

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Tracklisting

  1. Click title for lyrics
  2. Notorious
  3. American Science
  4. Skin Trade
  5. A Matter of Feeling
  6. Hold Me
  7. Vertigo (Do the Demolition)
  8. So Misled
  9. Meet El Presidente
  10. Winter Marches On
  11. Proposition

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Lyrics

  • Notorious

    No-no-Notorious. Notorious. Ah. No-no-Notorious.

    I can't read about it.

    Burns the skin from your eyes.

    I'll do fine without it.

    Here's one you don't compromise.

    Lies come hard in disguise.

    They need to fight it out.

    Not wild about it.

    Lay your seedy judgements.

    Who says they're part of our lives?

    CHORUS

    You own the money ;

    You control the witness.

    I'll leave you lonely.

    Don't monkey with my business.

    You pay the prophets to justify your reasons.

    I heard your promise,but I don't believe it.

    That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

    Girls will keep the secrets (uh)

    so long as boys make a noise.

    Fools run rings to break up.

    Something they'll never destroy.

    Grand Notorious slam (bam).

    And who really gives a damn for a flaky bandit?

    Don't ask me to bleed about it;

    I need this blood to survive.

    CHORUS

    That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

    CHORUS

    CHORUS

    That's why I've done it again. No. No.

    That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

    That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

    No-no-Notorious. Yeah.

    That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

    No-no-Notorious. Yeah.

    That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

    No-no-Notorious.

  • It's a little bit late now,

    but there's times you will

    Get a little bit out of hand,

    making all of a spill.

    And if we can lay this down,

    you're going all the way.

    Take a look and I'll check it out,

    'cause I can always find it.

    Such a lonely place. Ooh.

    This room without your face. Ooh.

    CHORUS

    Ooh. American Science.

    All night long she can two-step and sway.

    Ooh, it's such awful manners.

    Don't keep me waiting, come and lie beside me.

    A little megalomania becomes you, evidently.

    There ain't a thing you can acquire

    with your cling-wrap plaything.

    Just look at this state.

    I crawl around in a daze,

    like symptomatic case

    of your soul persuasion.

    Such a lonely place. Ooh.

    This room without your face. Ooh.

    CHORUS

    Ooh, it's a little bit later now,

    And there's time you will let it all get

    Out of hand when you feel you feel.

    I just switched on the operation.

    Such a lovely face. Ooh.

    It pulls me into place. Ooh.

    CHORUS (Repeat for FADE)

  • Working on the weekend, baby.

    She's working all through the night.

    A jump into the deep end gave her

    the evidence she required.

    Takes five; she's got pearls.

    Don't fake it when it comes to making money.

    So she smiles. But that's cruel.

    If you know what she thinks

    If you knew what she was after.

    Sometimes she wonders,

    And she laughs in her frustration.

    CHORUS

    Would someone please explain

    The reason for this strange behaviour.

    In exploitation's name

    We must be working for the Skin Trade.

    Doctors of the revolution gave us

    the medicine we desired.

    Besides being absolutely painless

    It's a question of compromise.

    They got steel.

    So cool to get angry at the weekend

    and go back to school.

    So big deal; it's what rules.

    When it comes to making money,

    Say yes, please; thank you.

    Sometimes you wonder, and ask yourself the question.

    CHORUS (Repeated)

    I know the answer, but I'm asking you the question.

    CHORUS (Repeat for FADE)

  • How does it feel

    when everyone surrounds you?

    How do you deal?

    Do crowds just make you feel lonely?

    What do you say

    when people come and try to pin you down?

    Acquaintances smile,

    but that's no understanding.

    How, after a while

    you keep falling off the same mountain.

    Try to explain it,

    but nothing really gets them that high.

    CHORUS

    Steal away in the morning;

    love's already history to you.

    It's a habit you're forming.

    This body's desperate for something new.

    Just A Matter of Feeling

    These moments of madness are sure to pass,

    And tears will dry as you're leaving.

    Who knows, you might find something to last.

    Emotion's a game,

    saved up for a rainy Monday.

    But you laugh just the same,

    'cause it's been pouring on Sunday.

    Call up your numbers,

    and never let the zeros bring you down.

    How does it feel?

    Is time too heavy to hold?

    Whatever you decide for the moment is holy.

    Whenever you slow down to see life is passing by.

    CHORUS

    You can...CHORUS

    A matter of feeling. A matter of feeling.

    A matter of feeling. A matter of feeling.

  • Yeah, this time.

    Shall we walk?

    Shall we run through my head, you understand?

    Does the body you conceal

    need the touch of someone's hand?

    Ashes; violations.

    Who would they burn for?

    In your isolation what can't you see?

    I wonder if the light's down.

    I wonder if they're listening.

    CHORUS

    Hold me. Lay your shame away.

    Show me where your lovers stay.

    Hold me. Lay your ghost away.

    Show me for yourself.

    You are lost and alone,

    but a prisoner of your pride.

    When the passions you ignore

    you can never hide.

    One of these days you're gonna find out,

    'cause one of these days you're gonna try.

    And what did I say

    to make you wind up

    with this spear of guilt inside.

    I wonder if the light's down.

    I wonder if they're listening.

    CHORUS

    Na na na na na na na. Hold Me.

    Na na na na na na. Show me.

    No na na na na na na na na na.

    CHORUS

  • Hey guys, turn it up to get sleazy.

    Twist it in a vice

    Nobody said it was easy.

    Just use your naked eyes, oh.

    How to see and how to hide it.

    How to save it. Well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

    You can take it and eat it, and chew your life supply.

    Where's the real life in your illusion?

    On the dark side your power's in confusion.

    Do the dance. Do the demolition.

    And lose the chance to hear when you don't listen.

    Don't you feel edgy?

    Bite your lips and bleed.

    Conversation is empty;

    Abandoned in the freeze.

    Freedom is your condemnation.

    Free to say well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

    You can take it or leave it.

    Just need a little hit tonight.

    Where's the real life in your illusion?

    On the dark of power in confusion.

    Do the dance. Do the demolition.

    Don't lose the chance to hear 'cause you don't listen.

    Maybe. Maybe. Maybe you can try to believe it.

    Just need a little help tonight.

    Where's the real life in your illusion?

    On the dark side of power in confusion.

    Do the dance. Do the demolition.

    And lose the chance to hear when you don't listen.

    Where's the real life in your illusion?

    On the dark side of power in confusion.

    Do the dance. Do the demolition.

    And lose the chance to hear when you don't listen.

    Repeat for FADE:

    Hear it when you listen.

    You don't hear when you don't listen.

  • I,.......So Misled.

    In the summer of a London life,

    "Gold," she said, was a month before I

    Realised sold instead.

    Babe, it's such an awful choice.

    Don't break my back.

    Take it easy, now you whipping boy.

    Don't wanna feel the crack.

    Trust my head to say lose it;

    Now my body's got to use it.

    CHORUS

    I should not be So Misled.

    I should not be So Misled.

    Saw an advert in a magazine;

    Safe it said, with the satisfaction

    Guaranteed to cool your head.

    I can't see the solution

    To this state of confusion.

    CHORUS

    Instrumental ad lib.

  • Miss November Tuesday,

    bend your rubber rules.

    Take your time, but don't take

    off your high heeled shoes.

    She's in demand at dinner time;

    she's on the factory wall.

    And when the gentlemen retire

    guess who's in control?

    She blew your money

    on taking a cruise.

    If that isn't funny,

    well, watch out teacher.

    CHORUS

    Ooh, ooh. When the chamber's empty

    She said ooh, ooh, Meet El Presidente.

    Dressed in flimsy clothing,

    use your lipstick line

    To colour fear and loathing

    with a pink disguise.

    You've never refused when she lies back

    Put a stripe on the union; and a star on the jack.

    She's on the case at dinner time.

    She's on the evening news.

    And if you dare step out of line

    you're going to be abused.

    You may not like it;

    you may not be scared.

    But hell has no fury like a

    young girl's ego.

    CHORUS

    Ooh, ooh. Doo, doo, doo.

    You might adopt an attitude;

    look on the moral side.

    But if police are after you,

    where's the best place to hide?

    For this production

    they gave her a gun.

    Ain't no director--

    so watch out actors!

    CHORUS (Repeat till finish)

  • The trade's on.

    She drains emotion

    To drink from her breast of fortune.

    Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning.

    Birth time rose;

    A thorn for coronation.

    All arise from your rest.

    We will find enough there to feed you.

    Soon you'll belong to the blest.

    Spare us your lives while we need you.

    Loud is the music the crowd is bringing

    Out of my head as the winter marches on.

    Loud is the music. The sky is ringing.

    Out of my head as the winter marches on.

    Loud is the music the crowd is bringing

    Out of my head as the winter marches on.

    Loud is the music. The sky is ringing.

    Out of my head as the winter marches on.

    And on.

    Winter marches on.

  • "Bring back that child," she said.

    Spare me the price of freedom.

    Cold is my baby's head,

    blown by the wind of reason.

    Even the rage behind

    cries out to see

    We're still standing

    under the closing edge.

    Pay for the crime of feeling.

    When all your pride is dead

    you must be scared instead.

    CHORUS

    A quiet word is my Proposition.

    A promise made of a fierce day.

    A body bleeds for this coalition.

    Without surrender if you stay.

    "Show me my youth," she cried.

    Wasted for desolation.

    Hold up the sacrifice.

    Pull down your institution.

    Resting while anger flies.

    Question's the same.

    Who's deciding after the clouds have lain.

    Shame on your generation.

    When all your guilt lies dead

    you must be scared instead.

    CHORUS

    When all your pain lies dead

    you must be scared instead.

    CHORUS (Repeating for FADE. Vocal ad lib.)

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