01. Gratuitous Sax
02. When Do I Get to Sing ‘My Way’
03. (When I Kiss You) I Hear Charlie Parker Playing
04. Frankly, Scarlett, I Don't Give a Damn
05. I Thought I Told You to Wait In the Car
06. Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil
07. Now That I Own the BBC
08. Tsui Hark
09. The Ghost of Liberace
10. Let's Go Surfing
11. Senseless Violins
'Age has certainly not mellowed the Mael brothers and this majestically punned collection is further proof of the injustices of their continued lack of commercial success since the early 80s...Musically, it takes its roots form the late 70s Giorgio Moroder-produced period, while keeping a firm eye on European dancefloor trends. A TRIUMPH.****' (Tom Doyle, Q magazine, 22 October 1994)
'It's rare that an album captures an extreme danceability with experimental work and truly eclectic songs. Few make it work but Sparks has done so with unusual flair and panache. This is a not-to-be missed, non-stop trip into the heads of the authors who seem to create music which oddly reflects the state of being we all share.' (MixMag, 1994)
'If style and wit are among your favourite things, then dont deprive yourself of the precious box of jewels...the deliciously named Gratuitous Sax and Senseless Violins album.' (Melody Maker, 2 March 1996)
'Age has not withered the Mael brothers...Now they’ve made a deliberately European sounding record which crackles with all the wry romance and surreal dramatics of their finest moments. And hell, how many bands approaching their 25th year together still have this much creative ambition and this much to say?' (Johnny Cigarettes, New Musical Express, 3 December 1994)
'One day someone will do the mother of all deals with Sparks' 20-odd different labels, create the most immaculate Greatest Hits collection in pop history, and Sparks will finally be recognized as the enduringly mercurial, idiosyncratic geniuses they are. In the meantime, they'll just have to keep making LPs like this.' (Simon Price, Melody Maker, 19 November 1994)
You need another relative, you need it right away
What should I do, what should I do?
Another entertainment so that they won’t go away
I thought of you and how you blew ‘til you were blue
Throw in some
Gratuituous sax
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say 'who are you'
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot
Is predictable, not new
But you're still stunned at the things you will do
No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes
On a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain
When no person looks at you
So just be gracious and wait in the queue
So when do I get to sing ‘My Way’
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way’
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way’
In heaven or hell
Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day
And traditions must go on
And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see
Is my smiley face still on?
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn
So when do I get to sing ‘My Way’
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way’
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way’
In heaven or hell
They'll introduce me, ‘Hello, hello’
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams
and to flying plates and shoes
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse
So when do I get to sing ‘My Way’
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way’
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way’
In heaven or hell
Out of the doorway, into the morning
Wish I was a bird that was migratory
Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that's in my nest
Out of the doorway, into the morning
All of them seem to be selling something
Illegal substances, or an hour with no kisses
Though I am tempted, they are pre-empted
You and your rosary are exempted
From criminality, still there is a duality
You'll never know it, I'll never show it
Only I hear it, only I know that
What's apropos for me, may for thee be blasphemy
And the hills are alive with the sound of music
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When the playing ends one night
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When I finally see the light
Where are they going, what are they doing
Who are they chasing, who are they suing
It all ends up OK in this Tennessee Williams play
What are they facing, who are they casing
When you're attacked, tell me, who are you macing
For me it's all just fine, 'cause she's a Frank Lloyd Wright design
The finest of material
A little asymmetrical
But that's the way it goes, my love for her just grows and grows
It's bigger than Fuji, bigger than Fuji
Sometimes she's a little screwy
But all that is offset when we dispense with etiquette
And the hills are alive with the sound of music
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When the playing ends one night
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When I finally see the light
Out of the doorway, into the morning
Wish I was a bird that was predatory
Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that's in my nest
There's rebel advances, labor disputes
Somebody's shot and somebody shoots
And hits the bullseye — bam - captured on a portacam
And the hills are alive with the sound of music
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When the playing ends one night
When I kiss you, when I kiss you
I hear Charlie Parker playing
Will I miss you, will I miss you
When I finally see the light
Might as well just say it
Might as well just come out and say it
You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
All that Moonlight and Magnolia
It just doesn't cut it, it just doesn't cut it anymore
You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
Ashley Wilkes, gentleman that he is, he'll protect you
You had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head
Like this, like this
Like this, like this
You can lie all you want to do
You can cry all you want to do
You can scheme all you want to do
See if I care
You've had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
Buildings were burning to the right of us
Buildings were burning to the left of us
Those fires are out now
You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
That soft southern accent
Delivered without the slightest trace of a British accent
Even that's starting to wear on me
I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head
Like this, like this
Like this, like this
You can lie all you want to do
You can cry all you want to do
You can scheme all you want to do
See if I care
You had your plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
We cut each other so much slack
That we were both falling over backwards
You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
Got my bearings now, know where I'm going now…out...out...
You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
Might as well just say it
Might as well just come out and say it
Might as well just say it
Might as well just come out and say it
I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
I've made my plans, and frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
I've made my plans, and frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
What's she doing now
Has the encore come yet
And the bravas and bouquets
Don't tell me, don't tell me
Someday I'll find a mind of my own
'Til then, I'm content to hear her say
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
I'll turn on the radio
And look at myself in the rear-view mirror
I know she has an image to protect
I know she's not just being mean when she screams
I thought I told you to wait in the car
What's she doing now
Meeting leaders of the Free World
She's dressed in black, she's their poster girl
Don't tell me, don't tell me
I know she has an image to protect
I know she's not just being mean when she screams
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
Just a glimpse of it all
Just a taste of it all
Just one foot in the door
In the door of dreamland, in the door of dreamland
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
Walking in on an afternoon tryst
Can be a source of embarrassment
Embarrassment for all concerned
Don't tell me, don't tell me
In my wildest dreams
I never thought of Warren Beatty as a rival
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’‘I thought I told you to wait in the car’
I'm the wife of Clinton
I don't have a problem with all of this
They come and go, of course I know, I know everything
You don't know my thinking, who I dream of, or the gifts that I bring
One thing is clear, the atmosphere is thin and it's cold
I am Madame Mao
Following the Tao to the extreme
I know the score, all this and more they're still in their teens
You don't know my thinking, who I dream of, or the gifts that I bring
One thing is true, I won't leave clues to where I have been
Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it)
See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it)
Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it)
Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it)
See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it)
Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it)
We on the Potomac love good times
We on the Yangtze love good times
We on the Nile love good times
Can't get enough of good times
More than enough love to go 'round
More than enough power to go 'round
More than enough ids to be found
More than enough bids to go down
Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it)
See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it)
Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it)
Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it)
See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it)
Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it)
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
I am Cleopatra, Caesar's former lover, now I am yours
Marc Antony, you're biting off more than you can chew
Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it
Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it
Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it
Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it
Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it
Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
What was I thinking, what was I thinking
What was I thinking, what could I have been thinking
It's going one time, it's going two times
Sold to the gent who wears the stunned expression
As I took it off their hands
A five pound note was changing hands
As I took it off their hands
I had plans, I had plans
CHORUS
Now that I own the BBC
What am I supposed to do with this thing
Now that I own the BBC
What am I supposed to make of this thing
All this power, all this glory
All these DJs and all these lorries
What was I thinking, what was I thinking
What was I thinking, what could I have been thinking
Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out
I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind
You know the way to lay things out
For the refined and unrefined
CHORUS
Hey Ted Turner, help me out
I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind
You know the way to work things out
To colorize and still feel fine
CHORUS
Make of it what you will, make of it what you will
Make of it what you will, make of it what you will
Should we go brighter, should we go lighter
Should we go whiter, go left or righter
What was I thinking, what was I thinking
I wasn't drinking, what could I have been thinking
CHORUS
Make of it what you will, make of it what you will
Make of it what you will, make of it what you will
CHORUS
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director
I've made several films
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director
I've won several awards for my films
My first film was
The Butterfly Murders
Shanghai Blues
Peking Opera Blues
Swordsman, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Chinese Ghost Story, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Once Upon a Time In China, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
And several other films
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director
I've made several films
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director
I've won several awards for my films.
It was a dark and stormy night that I stepped out
Something strange was in the air, I couldn't figure it out
Who's there, tell me what you want from me
Oh no, I can't believe what I now see
They say the paranormal's just a sucker's game
I keep an open mind, but deep down I feel the same
Oh no, now I think I've changed my mind
Oh no, now I know I've changed my mind
The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
If he were alive he'd now be at his peak
The ghost of Liberace
The ghost of Liberace
Across the street, in fact across the whole damn town
They're making fun of him, they try to put him down
Oh yeah, but I wished they'd let him be
Oh yeah, he's not hurting you or me
Sometimes he blinds the drivers with his shiny suits
They see that smile and they laugh at him, hey don't shoot
Oh no, now he's hung in effigy
On no, why can't they just let him be
The ghost of Liberace
The ghost of Liberace
The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
If he were alive he'd now be at his peak
The ghost of Liberace
The ghost of Liberace
The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
If he were alive he'd now be at his peak
The ghost of Liberace
The ghost of Liberace
He hums Evita and Moon River and Michelle
Maybe that's why the people scream out 'go to hell'
Oh no, now they're throwing cans of beer
Oh no, I thought ghosts could disappear
But he remains in all his glory, it's so strange
These aren't the kind of people he can change
But wait, now they're starting to applaud
I guess there really is a God above
The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
If he were alive he'd now be at his peak
The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
If he were alive he'd now be at his peak
The ghost of Liberace
Rain is pouring down
In our land-locked town
Skies are always gray
Let's go surfing, babe
Somewhere there is hope
Somewhere there are dreams
Far from soot and smoke
Let's go surfing, babe
Tonight as we look at the moon and the stars
From our room with security bars
There's a westerly wind that is blowing both our minds
And both our feet
Walk through sand that's as white as the snow
Past the people named Kelley and Joe
Who have nothing in common with anyone we know, we know they're
Too Wagnerian
Too Shakespearian
Too impossible
Let's go surfing, babe
Somewhere there is hope
Far from everything
Far from misanthropes
Let's go surfing, babe
Tonight, from a room only Dickens could love
Wearing moth-eaten sweaters and gloves
We will open the window and feel an on-shore wind a-blowing in
Grab our boards from the back of our van
Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand
Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end
Somewhere there is hope
Somewhere there are dreams
Far from everything
Let's go surfing, babe
Tonight, grab our boards from the back of our van
Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand
Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end
Catch a wave, a wave, a wave
Catch a wave, a wave, a wave
Somewhere there is hope
there are dreams
Far from everything
Let's go surfing, babe
He came home
And instead of hearing the usual bass and drums
He heard
Violins, violins, violins
Senseless violins, senseless violins, senseless violins
He heard
Senseless violins
