| PASSENGERS Original Soundtracks One Slug Don't want to lose my shirt Don't want to dig the dirt Don't want you to get hurt Can't help it, I'm a flirt. Don't want to take your drugs Don't want to be your slug Don't want to overdress Don't want to make a mess Don't want you to confess Not under duress Don't want to be unchained I want to be with you. Don't want to lose my nerve Don't want to clothe the curve Don't want to make you swerve Don't want what I deserve Don't want to change the frame Don't want to feel your pain Don't want to stay the same. Your blue room It's time to go again To your blue room Got some questions to ask of you In your blue room The air is clean Your skin is clear I've had enough fun Hanging 'round here It's a different kind of conversation In your blue room Saw me coming In outside Saw me coming Somewhere I can hide And time is a string of pearls... Your blue room See the future just hanging there... And you frame a new perspective Looking down on my objectives Your instructions Whatever the directions Your blue room Saw me coming In outside Saw me coming Can you feel It's alright Your blue room One day I'll be back... Your blue room Yeah, I hope I remember Where it's at... Your blue room We see me slide Won't you give me a home So much for change Zooming in Zooming out Nothing I can't do without A lense to see it all up close Magnifying what no one knows Never in company Never alone No car alarm No cellular phone A different kind of blue Those cars All new So small Down there From here So high We drift We fly The twlight breaking through A different kind of blue More lights Blue signs More gold More new So small So high Down there Tonight With the twilight breaking through It's a different kind of blue The twilight breaking through It's a different kind of blue Miss Sarajevo Is there a time for keeping your distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for cutting hair Is there a time for high street shopping To find the right dress to wear Here she comes Heads turn around Here she comes To take her crown Is there a time to run for cover A time for kiss and tell Is there a time for different colours Different names you find it hard to spell Is there a time for first communion A time for East 17 Is there a time to turn to Mecca Is there time to be a beauty queen Here she comes Beauty plays the clown Here she comes Surreal in her crown Dici che il fiume Trova la via al mare E come il fiume Giungerai a me Oltre i confini E le terre assetate Dici che come fiume Come fiume... L'amore giunger L'amore... E non so più pregare E nell'amore non so più sperare E quell'amore non so più aspettare Is there a time for tying ribbons A time for Christmas trees Is there a time for laying tables And the night is set to freeze Corpse (These chains are too long) Hey, see you soon Sail through your room I'll meet you there Hey, be my friend Stay 'til the end Don't walk away Hey, hey, hey, hey... Hey, take 'em off Don't talk that way Don't feel my lover say Hey, hey, hey... Chains move that thing Chains we can see My chains way too long Chains in this Chains move that thing Chains we could see Chains are way too long And I hear my song Hear my song Elvis ate America White trash, the memphis flash, didn't smoke hash and woulda been a sissy without johnny cash didn't dodge the draft has his own aircraft having a laugh on the lisa marie in a colour photograph under the hood, cadillac blood, darling bud flowered and returned to the mississipi mud ain't gonna rot in a memphis plot didn't hear the shot but Dr. King died just across the lot from vanilla ice cream, girls on 14, memphis spleen shooting tvs reading corinthians 13 Elvis, with god on his knees on three tvs here come the killer bees head full o' honey the bumper stickers the white knickers the white nigger ate at the burger and just kept getting bigger sang to win the battle hymm the battle to be slim elvis ate america before america ate him stamps, necromance, fans, psychophants, the public enemy - don't mean shit to chuck d changed the centre of gravity, made it slippy hitler nixon christ mishima marcus jackson the pelvis the psalmist the genius the generous forgive us pray for us aaron presley elvis - ah ooh ho hoooo......