Survivor (1989 version)

Survivor

(c) Snakebyte 1989

He was dressed to kill there was no-one there
crying out his eyes but no-one really cared
In Sector 9 there was no reply
He sat down and prayed...
...to be a survivor

As the days passed he walked in the rubble
Wandered off, found nothing but trouble
Sooner or later, he's end up sick
Why had he stayed...
...he was a survivor

Chorus
Now he sits....
...now he thinks
Why is he just the only one
Now he's bad....
...now he's crazy
All he wanted to do was...
...be a survivor

Delving deeply, into his mind
Asking himself, why ain't this mine
No-one to argue, not to complain
All his friends had gone...
...he was a survivor

So many years, they have passed
He must know, he can never last
Now he's dying, from some disease
Savours the time that he is...
...he's a survivor

Chorus

The Cynic 1

The Cynic 1

(c) Sven Logjens 2005

You say you love me dearly
You seem so pleased to see me
But think about it really
Am I that blind?
You always act the right way
Promise me another day
You know the right things to say
But are you really mine?

Bridge
Maybe its just I'm so insecure
Cynical and paranoid
You act so innocent and pure
When I get so annoyed
I've got to know your secret
It might drive you away
Your promises deceit
Why the hell do you stay?

Promises, will turn to dust
Argue, who can you trust?
Leave girl, if you must
Run run away
Yeah baby I'm so hard hearted
What is thing we've started?
Better still if we parted
We could never stay

Bridge

Chorus
Tell me why I don't believe
Any good in any one
Tell me why I don't believe
You're telling me straight
Tell me why I don't believe
What anybody says
Tell me why I don't believe
Sometimes good things happen
Sometimes, sometimes...

I don't know the truth any more
I can't remember what I saw
What made me decide I'd be
Better on my own
The grey cloud of my dream
I was setting myself free
Oh girl, is this my destiny
To die all alone

Chorus

Sometimes there's no hidden agenda
Sometimes things are exactly what they seem
Some people don't want nothing in return
Some things don't have a price
Sometimes there's no double meaning
Sometimes people mean what they say
Some people like soppy love songs
Some things are worth the price
Some things are worth the price
Some things are worth the price.

Just don't find out too late

Bridge
Chorus

The Memory of Binge

The Memory of Binge

(c) Sven Logjens 2005

Let's paint the town, she said
Black and gold and red
Something's got in her head
And she left us all for dead

Her fire burns inside
She trampled on my pride
With all the rules defied
She came to me to hide

She's too wild and free
Never tie her down
Chases every dream
Until it leaves her town
She thinks she's got her plan
But it drives her down
She thinks she's got her man
But he's scared to make a sound

She swore we'd be forever
Meant to be together
With my best endeavour
Couldn't keep her ever

I wanted to be mothered
Never trashed and smothered
All the bases covered
She walked away...

In the mirror's a stranger
Don't recognise the danger
Try to be the Lone Ranger
and it all falls apart...

On this night on the town
You won't remember a sound
Of the miserable clown
Who's world is breaking down
Yeah this night on the town
Lights and "Spinning Around"
The smile or the frown
as you world is breaking down

And you wait til the morning after
And you wait til the morning after
And you wait til the morning after

Come find me a cure

Two Weeks in Hell

Two Weeks In Hell

(c) Sven Logjens 2005

Flabby white bodies spill from the plane
Full of plans for two weeks in the sun
Sleeping with people without knowing their name
Two weeks of choreographed fun

The pattern's the same from coast to shining coast
Sleeping of excess in the midday heat
Trying for conquests of which you can boast
Trying to forget the losers you'll meet

White to pink to very sore red
As the sand rubs into your lotion
And who the hell got in in their head
To get married beside the ocean

Can't find no sustenance so you take it with you
Heinz and Walkers and PG Tips
You're wild and free do what you wanna do
But your parents, they'd have a fit

Separated from the gaggle you're been partying with
Find yourself in a strange bar
The tequila the slammer the Mickey Finn
Whisked away in a strange car

Wake up with the waves lapping your face
and soreness in your head and elsewhere
Last night's memory gone without trace
With guilt but no-one to share

You'd get a taxi back to your hotel
But you've no phrase book and no friendly face
You're panicking now; it was a living hell
You'll say later at Trisha's place

Crawl back in the evening but only to find
No one missed you or came looking
They assume that you'd pulled and had a great time
And had sorted next year's booking

Well it makes you sweat and it makes you swear
You'll soon forget to live in fear
So much for an all-inclusive fare
So what you'll be back next year