Mister 1234 Lyrics
All lyrics written by Tim Durland. Published by Mister 1-2-3-4 (ASCAP)
Now we rise up in the morning, in the evening we lie down
And the clouds of rain are forming just to pour down on the ground
And the roulette wheel keeps turning, taking tourists for a ride
And a candle keeps on burning, red wax dripping down the sides
Then a smile blinds my eyes like a bolt out of the blue
I love you
I love you
Now fade to shades of black and blue
So a mirror keeps reflecting even when the owner’s not at home
DNA keeps on collecting into twisting chromosomes
And a pinwheel keeps on spinning like a spiral galaxy
And a man’s skull goes on grinning through the lonely centuries
’Til the final cymbal crash, with a dash of déja-vu
Keep on saying these three words that I pray to God are true:
I love you
I love you
Now fade to shades of black and blue
Don’t know where this road is gonna take me
Don’t know what these dreams are for
Don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow evening
Just one thing I know for sure
You’re in my blood
You are the air I breathe
You’re my drug, honey
You are the air I breathe
The lights were flashing
The bass was pumping
You had a face to die for
And now you’re in my blood
You are the air I breathe
I could run away to California
Or go down to New Mexico
But you know I’d still be yearning for ya
Doesn’t matter where I go
You’re in my blood
You are the air I breathe
You’re my drug, honey
And I can’t escape what is chasing me
You’re in my blood
You are the air I breathe
You’re my drug, honey
You are the air I breathe
When I broke into the Night Museum
I found out what you’ve got in store
While for now I’m still a human being
Soon I will be so much more
You are my goal
You are the air I breathe
You have my soul
And you know I’ll come
When you call to me
You’re in my blood
You are the air I breathe
You’re my drug, honey
You are the air I breathe
Sweeter than the pinkest piece of bubblegum
Perfect equilibrium
Floating in the summer sun
I escape from these blasted catacombs
From this wasteland of concrete, bricks, and chrome
When I taste some of Piper’s honeycomb
(And it’s got me singin’)
Oooh, I get a buzz from you
Oooh, I get a buzz from you
And when you’re ready to spread your wings
I’m gonna pierce you with my honey sting
Oooh, I get a buzz from you
Now she gleams like a freshly-minted dime
Bees love her more than summertime
And the breeze longs to blow through Piper’s windchimes
(Listen to it singin’)
Oooh, I get a buzz from you
Oooh, your eyes are big and blue
And when you’re ready to spread your wings
I’m gonna pierce you with my honey sting
Oooh, I get a buzz from you
Bzzz
Problems seem so far away
When you’re drivin’ down the freeway in L.A.
The kids all dig the way that you sing
And for 15 bucks they’ll make you king
And now the tree you painted on the carpet
Tells you to change into a dancing queen
And get down on the Train
Dressed like a candy cane
Hey you! Come in from the rain
You’re drifting in and out of phase
And looking extremely thin these days
You close your eyes and start to grin
Like an alien being in Sinatra skin
And now the tree you painted on the carpet
Tells you it’s time to move on to Berlin
And quit cloggin’ up your brain
With Kabbalah and cocaine
Hey you! Come in from the rain
And now the tree you painted on the carpet
Tells you you really are quite insane
But you always entertain
Even as you go down the drain
Hey you! Come in from the rain
Plug into my juice box
You’re a sexy machine
Sliding down the sidewalk
Through the heat and gasoline
Laughing as the neon streams
Down the front of your blue jeans
Shinin’ on the streets of New York City
Diamonds on the streets of New York City
Robot pistons got me pumpin’
As the limousines pass
Dip into these pockets
Full of plastic and cash
Pigeons pickin’ through the trash
Mixed in with the broken glass
Shinin’ on the streets of New York City
Diamonds on the streets of New York City
I can’t tell you what it means
The way you shake it makes me hungry
And now I’ve got you on my screens
Squeeze my synapse trigger, honey
Ain’t it funny?
Ain’t it funny what a funky beat can do?
On the streets of New York City
Yeah
I’ve got something to tell you
That I think you’d like to know
I went out to a club last night
And saw a crazy show
The music wasn’t that great
But the DJ lost control
I couldn’t quite believe my eyes
When I saw that DJ go
Saw that DJ go out of control
He must have done a few lines
Of some outrageous blow
A flashback to Blue Sunshine
When I saw that DJ go
Saw that DJ go
Saw that DJ go out of control
Running around like a psycho
In the disco
He’s out of control
Go, mister DJ, go!
Out of control
He’s psycho
Silently, he passes
In his black sunglasses
Kevin Bailey
The eternal private eye
He’s going undercover
To get the dirt on lovers
Underneath this great, big,
Orange sky
He’s put another case behind him
But he’s wondering if the next assignment
Will be the one that finally
Puts him in his grave
Still, he keeps on spying
Even though he feels like dying
He knows that he can never
Stop this wave
Weak, pale, and unhealthy
Bats flap in my belfry
Freak feasting on static
The beast in the attic
Screams like a banshee
Stretched into the red zone
“Wretch” etched on my headstone
The stench of carrion lingers
Lick the grease from my fingers
And pick up a microphone
Can’t you see I’m doing very well?
Snares, trips, traps, and lures
Block my route through the sewers
Slip, hit the tripwire
Towers open fire!
My ticket expired
Can’t you see I’m doing very well?
Dig the pit that I live in
I don’t ask to be forgiven
The House of Usher collapses
I dance in the ashes
And spit on your dignity
Can’t you see I’m doing very
Don’t you see I’m doing very
Can’t you see I’m doing very
Well.
In the distance, you can see
The gleaming pyramids of Egypt
As the priestess of your dreams
Sacrifices you to Venus
You move on, you get gone
In the silver light of dawn
You move on, you get gone
But the hunger lingers on…
Now a gang of angry peasants
Break into your tainted tomb
And the crucifixes in their hands
Have preordained your doom
You move on, you get gone
In the silver light of dawn
You move on, you get gone
But the hunger lingers on…
Now you’re just another lamb
Sent to the slaughter
‘Cause they found you sleeping in a bed
Next to the preacher’s daughter
You move on, you get gone
In the sacred light of dawn
You move on, you get gone
But the hunger lingers on…
Get gone
I wish that I could see you
But you’re so far away
I wish I could be with you
But you’re so far away
I wish I could believe you
Everything you say
I wish that I could see you
But you’re so far away
I wish that I could see you
But you’re so far away
I wish that I could be you
And run so far away
We were two dreamers
Beneath the Milky Way
Now the distance between us
Gets bigger every day
Oh, Sarah
The piercing, unyielding,
melancholy cry of my vocation
Ringing incessantly
Like the silver bells
Of Edgar Allan Poe
I wear this black tie
It is nothing but dissimulation
I owe my loyalty
To the scorpion
And all the birds of prey
Under a heavy sky
In a stolen car, a premonition
A girl sighs and I wonder why
Then my fingers turn
An awful shade of grey
Don’t cry for me as I die
Oh my ebony infatuation
My soul is a samurai
It’s a carnivore
Running through the snow
Out in the snow…
The living room, about 3am
40 Watt gloom from the light fixture
An amber glow seeps up from the floorboards
A shape uncurls from the corner
I’m missing you, and the air is so warm
The lack of you gives the night a form
It’s got the smile that never cracks
A cold finger brushed against my back
It’s got the tools that make me wince
It leaves behind strange fingerprints
It makes the wrong seem right
And stands just beyond the light
It makes the wrong seem right
It leaves, leaves me with the night
Babe, you know that I’m your buddy, and I don’t wanna fuss now
But you got a little problem that we need to discuss now
You got a hair-trigger and you overreact now
Little by little you’re startin’ to crack now
You’re thinkin’ ’bout it
Maybe you think that you’re lackin’ for nothin’
But you can’t tell me that you ain’t missin’ somethin’
Now it shouldn’t be a problem ’cause you’re so good lookin’
But you can’t find nobody to keep it cookin’
I’m talkin’ ’bout
Love
Ooh, the victory of
Love
If you’re hearin’ what I’m sayin’ then you shout it out now
C’mon, say it loud! Make me proud now
You don’t get nothin’ if you’re holdin’ back now
You’re either in it to win it or you’re out the back now
I’m talkin’ ’bout
Love
Ooh, the victory of
Love
Silently, the sun sets on the stones
And all the good folks huddle in their homes
But we are moonlighting
We’re flying high
Other folks can drown their hopes in bars
We would rather dance beneath the stars
And we’re moonlighting
We’re flying high
We fly
Normal folks can spend their lives in cars
We would rather catch a ship to Mars
Blow your farewell kisses to the day
Tonight we’re gonna drink the Milky Way
We are moonlighting
We’re flying high
Bye bye
It wouldn’t do any good to not go
To not do what we should
So let’s get on with the show
Yeah, let’s go for a walk in the wood
You know it could be for good
Yeah, it could be the last one ever
But shed no tears for the past
No, don’t cry for the ties that we sever
And it’s never too late
Never too late to be sorry
We are led down the path
By a man on a black motorcycle
Now take a deep breath, hold my hand
And step into the circle…
I look at your face with surprise
You’ve got fire in your eyes
You blow me a kiss and you tell me
That you are my lover
Then in an instant you’re gone
And I know that this time it’s forever
But it’s never too late
Never too late to be sorry
Cars roll down the road like jellybeans
Cotton candy clouds float in their windscreens
Cruising to the beat in a bucket seat
And the dials glow on the stereo
My eyes rise to the power lines
Mystery momentum from behind
Propels me like a dart into the realm of art
Then a fall back down, back down to the ground
Right back down
Expressways stretch away, it’s a taffy pull
Echoing the fissures in my skull
Put your seat belt on, surrender to the song
And a love so true crashes into you
Into you
Here we go again
Tiptoeing ’round the battleground
Out to the edge of town
I take your hand and we go tumbling down
Into a secret room
Two frisky kitties peepin’ through a keyhole
To watch the pale moon rise
Amid the flickers of the fireflies
This song is stupid
People are stupid
My job is stupid, too
The planet’s stupid
People are stupid
Oh, but baby, not you
The freckles on your cheeks
The beads of perspiration on your skin
Glistening in the heat
Salty-sweet original sin
This song is stupid
People are stupid
My job is stupid, too
People are stupid
You know I’m stupid
Oh, but baby, not you
Oh, baby, you are a little genius
The freckles on your cheeks
The beads of perspiration on your skin
Glistening in the heat
Salty-sweet original sin
The streetlamps flicker
And shadows skitter
Across your naked thigh
I close the shutter
Your eyelids flutter
Just like a butterfly
Aw, this song is stupid
People are stupid
My job is stupid, too
The planet’s stupid
But you’re not stupid
No, baby, not you
It’s three o’clock as we walk to the parking lot
Her hips sway in a spray of polka dots
Yeah, a sturdy pair of hips swaying
My fingers burn as I turn the ignition key
I’m a hound running ’round a black cherry tree
Yeah, a hound running ’round now
One and one is two
Seems like a simple thing to comprehend
But I’m always up for studying it once again
I take a minute to slip in an Iggy Pop CD
With my senses swimming in her scent of Ivory
Yeah, her skin has got my head spinnin’
One and one is two
Seems like a simple thing to comprehend
But I’m happy to be studying it once again
With a kiss in the morning
She abandons ship
Like a sequence of pictures
In a comic strip
I never learn, I got burned beside the swimming pool
And so I gotta go back to summer school
Yeah, you know I gotta go back
One and one is two
Seems like a simple thing to comprehend
But I always seem to have to study it again
One and one is two
Class already finished up at nine o’clock
Guess I’m not the brightest pupil in the School of Rock
One and one
We played so long and never fought
So I started to believe
That I had won the game but you have got
An ace stuck up your sleeve
May be naïve but I never thought
That I would ever see the day
When you would shut the door and I’d have to watch
As the car drove you away
Can’t take the ache in my heart
There’s not much left to talk about
But one thing I will say:
I put a lot of effort in
To just end up this way
Can’t take the ache in my heart
You ignore the warnings
You open the rotting door
And knock the dust off the mummies
In the dim corridor
Because you’re sure there’s something
Protecting you
You ought to be leaving
But you open another door
And now the demons are seething
You don’t know what lies in store
But you’re sure there’s something
Protecting you
Volcano
Volcano
I’m like a mountain that’s ready to blow
Volcano
Pinball
Pinball
You’ve got me bouncin’ off the wall
Like a pinball
Caveman
Caveman
I want to hold you in my hands
Like a caveman
A smile on your tan face
A lantern in a dark place
Sputtering into life
Jewels gleam in the light
Riding in the rumble seat
Ice cream from a back street
Glistening on your chin
Your hair whipping in the wind
In the wind
Sweaty in your copper plate
The whispers of your classmates
Buzzing like barnyard flies
At the mud on your thighs
Acid sizzle, hot spit
Glitter in a mosh pit
Muffled screams between sheets
Bottles breaking in the streets
In the streets
GM eats Godiva
Motor oil and saliva
Are equivalent things
Benevolent things
They lubricate the pistons
And liquidate the distance
Between man and machine
Between woman and machine
This machine
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Sweaty workers lurking on the off-ramp
Apparitions lit by a sodium lamp
Embrace the night like a king kissing his queen
Now they’re lookin’ for a chain reaction
Just a little bit of satisfaction
Before the night is gone, they’re gonna start to swing
They’ll swing like a wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Safecrackers try to make the late-shows
Legs quivering in black pantyhose
Straddling steel pipes which clank and hiss
Sneaky submarines about to go down
Found in parking lots in every town
Puckered up and ready for a kiss
A sweet kiss from a wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
We’re all lookin’ for a… for a… for a…
We’re all lookin’ for a chain reaction
Just a little bit of satisfaction
Even with our backs pressed against the wall
To make a crack in the comedy
To catch a glimpse of infinity
Everybody’s gonna need a wrecking ball
We all need a wrecking ball
Wrecking ball