Zip Gun Bop .......... Royal Crown Revue

Part Of The Process .......... Morcheeba

California Stars .......... Billy Bragg

One Big Love .......... Patty Griffin

Bang .......... Propellerheads

Alive .......... Gravity Kills

Snow On The Sahara .......... Anggun

Miles From Our Home .......... Cowboy Junkies

Daydream Believer .......... Shonen Knife

Slave .......... David Garza

Well there's this dance, you ought to know
It's a little somethin' I made up cats
To keep your heads low
See there are lots of sore gangsters
Packin' iron all day
So you learn my two steps stay out of their way

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now
Zip gun, zip gun bop

Well there's flat-foot Louie
Sittin' on his front stoop
He caught five rounds in the belly
He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup

Now you take that cat Mugs
He got iced the other day
He could have saved his mama
The dry cleanin' bill my way

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
Zip gun, zip gun bop

So now you can see
Zip gun bop was meant to be
Lots of lead flyin'
Lots of lonely gals cryin'
But you can hear them cats shootin'
They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat
So you learn my two step Jack
Or that's that

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
Zip gun, zip gun bop
Hey hey

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop

Angry faces, cursing loud,
Changing places, falling proud
Behind the bomb, no one cares,
Time is money
We're taught to tear

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

How can we show, how to feel
Situation ain't so real
Chopping wood won't stop the rage
We need targets on war we wage

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

You smash they grab 'til it's gone
Attempt to grow and fix undone
And I am the way it's all to scale
We're all companions on which we sail

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance is never around

It's all part of the process
We all love looking down
All we want is some success
But the chance

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of california stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of california stars

I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why i must keep working on
Yes, i'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of california stars

I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of california stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my california stars

They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass lke friendly wine
So, i'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of california stars

Let's take a ride to the seaside
We can go out swimming in the high tide
Just wear your shorts and your long hair
Don't forget the lawn chair
Everybody's gone to the movies
Everybody's gone and its groovy
They went to the one about the big war
I didn't, I'd seen it before

I guess I'm taking my chances
Giving up the ring throwing in the gloves
I guess I'm taking my chances
Trading in my things
A couple wings on a little white dove
And one big love, one big love

Everybody do like a Monkey
If you want to go on and be funky
No need to talk like a hero
Talk a walk count down to zero
No sense defending your honor
Just go on and kiss him if you wanna
Everything before is gone or is going somewhere

I guess I'm taking my chances
Giving up the ring throwing in the gloves
I guess I'm taking my chances
Trading in my things for a couple wings on a
Little white dove
And one big love one big love
I don't know where we are
And I don't care
And now we're out of gas
And riding on air
And one big love, one big love

Instrumental

Thought I was your yesterday
I want to be tomorrow
You feel you're starting to decay
Never crossed the line
Try to hide the filth inside
All to be forgiven
What you see is all a dream
All I ask you
Are you still alive?
All dried up and scarred inside
Save yourself in time
Can I ask you
Are you still alive?
Crawl into your little world
Leaving yourself naked
Smashing up the innocence
To watch the flower die
Idle hands that make no plans
Will never make perfection set in stone or made of clay
When I ask you
Are you still alive?
All dried up and scarred inside
Save yourself in time
Can I ask you, are you still alive?
You found your world is made of glass
A bitter pill to swallow
Looking through the cellophane
That used to be your eyes
Try to hide the filth inside
Can you be forgiven?
What you see is all a dream
All I ask you
Are you still alive?
All dried up and scarred inside
Save yourself in time
Can I ask you
Are you still alive?

Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
Lose out in the desert
Ou are lost out in the desert

But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight

Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold

Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

No one in sight for fifty miles
Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines.
If I can just reach the crest of that hill
This whole day will tumble, out the night will spill.

The sky as still as a spinning top
Shooting stars drop like burning words from above
If I could just connect all these dots
The truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love.

And yet people keep saying
I'm miles from my home,
Miles from my home.

I met you again in my sleep last night,
These are days of slow boats and false starts.
Hearts remain under lock and key,
You will be the one to set them both free.

And yet people will tell you
You're miles from your home,
Miles from your home.

But that's where I want to be.
Out there searching,
Out here fumbling,
Out here waiting
For you and you for me.

The moon hangs like a question mark,
Pale as milk, bold as promise.
When will you share these sights with us?
When will we hold you in our arms?

And people will tell them
We're miles from our home,
Miles from our home.

Oh I could hide beneath the wings of the bluebird as he sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
With a dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

black orange white and red
dresses hanging off your bed
from now until you reach your grave
baby i will be your slave

ask for your hand to hold
no i could never be so bold
i could never be so brave
baby i will be your slave

lying words like overflow
they'll rule your heart before you know
they'll cover you from head to toe
they'll never mean a word they say
they just go

i'll bring your mother back to life
i'll gove your father back his sight
back float in a tidal wave
baby i will be your slave

i had a dream of bleeing skies
crippled legs and static eyes
open land and quiet cave
baby i will be your slave

i love you, don't you trust me
do you love me like i love you
i'm broken lost in misery
but you don't have to worry about me
i have no more soul to save
baby i will be your slave