COLD WAR POP


Cold War Pop
In the distance from a building on a level near the top
I can hear someone playing cold war pop
In the distance from a building on a level near the top
I can hear someone playing cold war pop
I’m dressed like a futuristic nomad, dressed like the last man alive
Dressed like a futuristic nomad, dressed like the last man alive
In the distance from a building on a level near the top
I can hear someone playing cold war pop
In the distance from a building on a level near the top
I can hear someone playing cold war pop
I’m fixed from my head dress to my makeup,
Fixed with my Checkpoint Charlie eyes
In the distance from a building on a level near the top
I can hear someone playing cold war pop
In the distance from a building on a level near the top
I can hear someone playing cold war pop

My Machine
This is my machine my fingers curl around her circuitry
This is my machine her warm voltage travels to my knees
This is my machine i will put her into gear
Her rhythm murmurs in my ear i love my machine i love my machine
This is my machine i will put her into gear
Her rhythm murmurs in my ear i love my machine i love my machine
This is my machine i have never wanted more than this
This is my machine alone and quiet inside my room
I don’t have to leave my room i have all i need i have all i need
She is my machine she is my machine she is my machine

Someone with Your Name
If i say i love you please promise me you won’t feel sick
Please promise me you won’t feel like i do
If i shred my fingernails don’t promise me i’ll be ok
Just promise me you won’t feel like i do
I don’t care for anyone except for someone with your name
Except for someone with your name except for someone with your name
Except for someone with your name
If i darken up the room please don’t mock what i do for you
Please promise me you won’t feel like i do
I don’t care for anyone except for someone with your name
Except for someone with your name except for someone with your name
Except for someone with your name
I don’t care for anyone i don’t care for anyone
Except for someone with your name except for someone with your name
Except for someone with your name Except for someone with your name

I Say I Do But
I say i do but i don’t realize i say i do but i don’t realize,
I pick a flower and put it inside your hand
I pick a flower and put it inside your hand,
Only sometimes i will see the things not right for me
Only sometimes i will see the things not right for me,
There is something that i want to say doesn’t happen any other day
I pick a flower and put it inside your hand,
I say i do but i don’t realize i say i do but i don’t realize ,
Only sometimes i will see the things not right for me
Only sometimes i will see the things not right for me
There is something that i want to say doesn’t happen any other day,
I say i do but i don’t realize i say i do but i don’t realize

West Berlin Or Die Trying
If we hurry we may still make the last run home
The guards will sleeping or they just maybe drunk
Let us not be afraid of the lights or the barbed wire killers tonight
I love you i won’t let these be the last words you hear
I love you i won’t let these be the last words you hear
So let’s just do it we can still make the last run home
If the guards will be sleeping if the guards are drunk
Let us not be afraid of the lights or the barbed wire killers tonight
We have to go tonight we have to run tonight before we lose our nerve
We have to go tonight we have to run tonight before we lose our nerve
I love you i won’t let these be the last words you hear

Charlie Bravo Safehouse (Ost Berlin)
She was a stranger till i spoke her name
She wore a hooded fleece to conceal her face
The train had brought here to Alexanderplatz
On this grim grey cold war afternoon
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She was a stranger with a nervous twitch
Her body flinched each time i moved in close
Her footsteps quickened i understood her haste
On this grim grey cold war afternoon
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She was a refugee without a home
She had been living close on a razor’s edge
A stoway to Alexanderplatz on this grim grey cold war afternoon
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Fad Gadget
I’m with my fad gadget i hold it in my hands it is glued to my brain
And i don’t want to face anyone i don’t want to engage anyone
I just want my, fad gadget i just want my, my fad gadget
It lights me up fad gadget i can turn it on or off
Shape it anyway i want and yes i can be anonymous yeah right behind my vpn
I just want my, fad gadget i just want my, my fad gadget
There’s only one thing i need to own and that’s my bubble gum coloured smart phone
There’s only one thing i need to own and that’s my bubble gum coloured smart phone
I feel post human with my fad gadget i feel post human with my fad gadget
There’s only one thing i need to own and that’s my bubble gum coloured smart phone
There’s only one thing i need to own and that’s my bubble gum coloured smart phone

Shooting Of A Bricklayer
Grey is the colour of concrete grey is the colour of my wall
So tell me how do i get out of here alive
How do i get out of here alive grey is the colour of my wall
Even the Death Strip looks promising from here
Even the Death Strip looks promising from here
It’s surely suicide but i may not care,
Crucified upon the Wall crucify me on the Wall i oh i’m already there
Freedom to think is a thought crime freedom to think is not mine
Tell me how do i get out of here alive
Even the Death Strip looks promising from here
Even the Death Strip looks promising from here
It’s surely suicide but i may not care,
Crucified upon the Wall crucify me on the Wall i oh i’m already there

I’m In Love with CWSP
From Dusseldorf to Berlin from Berlin to London
An electrical language other worldy and cold
The face of machines erratic and new
We feel it let’s blitz it we feel it let’s blitz it
I’m in love with silhouettes in vinyl black skirts in starched red shirts
I’m in love with electrical language i’m in love with cold war synth-pop
From Kraftwerk to Bowie on the Trans-Europe Express
An electrical language controlled with voltage
Post human machines metronomic new men
We feel it let’s blitz it we feel it let’s blitz it
I’m in love with silhouettes in vinyl black skirts in starched red shirts
I’m in love with electrical language i’m in love with cold war synth-pop

I Might As Well Be Dead
The walls need painting the sink is full of last week’s food
She is gone and i don’t care any more any less
She is gone she is gone i might as well be dead cause she is gone
She is gone she is gone i might as well be dead cause
She is gone, she is gone and i don’t care any more any less
She is gone she is gone i might as well be dead cause she is gone

All songs by G Pappas.
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