Hoodoo Gurus

MAGNUM CUM LOUDER

Come Anytime

Dave Faulkner

What is it you want from me?
There isn't much I will not do.
If it's only company
You know, I might need that too.
Won't you
Come anytime - I'm a man of leisure,
Come anytime, I await your pleasure.

There's nothing new beneath the sun
We've butchered every sacred cow
Don't tell me about all the things you might have done
Just tell me what are you doing now - right now.

Come anytime, I won't give you pressure
Come anytime - I can wait forever
And if you can't make up your mind
We could make it up together.

Things like this happen every day
Whatever happens, it's O.K.
Why be afraid when we've got it made -
I'll never ask you to explain.

What is it you want from me?
You won't shock me easily.
Maybe it's your heart's desire,
Maybe it's your wildest dream,
Maybe I'm a gun-for-hire but,
Baby, don't we make quite a team, Don't we?
Don't we?
Come anytime (you're so inclined) I won't give you trouble
Come anytime (you're going blind) or you're seeing double
And I have never been the kind who'd want to
Burst your bubble.
Come anytime.

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Another World

Dave Faulkner

God only knows how far you've come
It must be light years from here
Some distant star you call "the sun".
Does someone miss you back there?

Another world is calling you.
Another world is coming through.

You look like me, you talk like me
I could believe you're human!
But, late at night, I catch your eye
And I know what you're thinking:

Another world is calling you.
Another world is coming through.
Calling you to come home.

You can't escape from gravity,
For you, this earth's a prison.
What I would call "human" in me
For you would be "perversion".

Another world is calling you.

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Axegrinder

Dave Faulkner/Rick Grossman/Mark Kingsmill/Brad Shepherd

My edge is keen and I've honed my skill.
I've got nerves of steel and an iron will.
My skin is bronze, my trim is chrome,
Climb aboard - I'll drive you home.
I'm a silver - tongued devil with a heart of gold,
When I was made they broke the mould.
My blood runs hot, like molten lead,
Pump you full - I'm gonna knock you dead.

I don't mince words, I spit'em out.
I won't leave room for any doubt.
Get to the point, stop splitting hairs
That ain't getting either of us anywhere.
Sometimes it's better to be blunt
But is this some kind of publicity stunt?
So far you've whet my appetite,
Do you wanna grind with me tonight?

Axegrinder. I'm not famous for my tact.
Axegrinder. I've gotta sharpen up my act.
Axegrinder. Try and see things through my eyes.
Everything and everyone gets cut back down to size.

On the brink of who knows what?
We've gotta strike while the iron's hot.
l can hold your hand, try to guide you through
But I can't make your moves for you.
Swing my blade - that's how it's done.
Don't stop me now, I've only just begun.
I was told when I was young
I wouldn't work in an iron lung.
Now I've learned a trick of two.
I'm working up a sweat for you.

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Shadow Me

Dave Faulkner

I was counting on you being there,
Hoping you would shield me from the glare.
Shadow me - I have lived in shadows all my life.
I've been waiting an eternity
For tonight to spread it's arms and comfort me.
Shadow me - I have lived in shadows all my life.

Things we did together yesterday,
Feels more like twenty years ago,
Oh, baby, I never lied -
I told you my hands were tied
All the time. You said "That'll be fine."

Like the mariners from ages past,
I steer my way through trackless seas
By the light of stars.

Won't you be my shadow?

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Glamourpuss

Dave Faulkner

Get a load of him - what a Nature Boy!
Always shaking hands with the unemployed,
He looks like he could shit an asteroid!
Jumped up, pumped up,
Popping hormone pills,
He's got the biceps, triceps.
Got the healthy look that kills.
Too bad.

Who's that girl? She's a living Barbie doll!
In her plastic world, "Barbie" takes control.
Facelift, electrolysis
No hair out of place
Brain - twist barbiturates,
She's got an evil beauty case.
Too bad, so sad.

Well, ain't you the glamourpuss!
Look so good it's dangerous.
Ain't you the glamourpuss,
You're less than amorous to me.

So long, glamourpuss, we might meet again
But if I was you, I wouldn't hold my breath 'til then
(Though I wish you would-'til the year, say 2010!}
Beefcake, cheesecake
Make me lick my lips.
Junkfood pulchritude
Goes straight to my hips.
Skin-deep thrill-seek
Amounts to less-than-zip.
I'm glad.

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Hallucination

Dave Faulkner

I don't suffer from hallucination,
It's a private form of recreation.
On a trip without a destination,
"Don't forget to take your medication."

Sometimes you get a bad connection
(That all depends upon your predilection)
When you're pointed in the wrong direction
You can wear me for your protection.

Let's establish a new tradition,
We'll abolish old superstition.
You're the Jesus of my religion
You're even better than television!

Take it as read
I won't harm a Single hair upon your (sweet) head
Safe in your bed,
That's where I said it, meant it.
Hit it!
(You won't regret it)
Hallucination ...

Learned to live in my imagination.
The School of Hard Knocks was my education
I got a Magnum Cum Louder graduation
With a major in Hallucination.
Hallucination across the nation.
Lost generation.
Hallucination

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All The Way

Dave Faulkner

Hey, Hey, Hey - Take me all the way.
Maybe I've been leading you nowhere,
We won't know unto we arrive,
Either way we're certain of one thing.
We know we're alive.
Maybe I'm the wrong person for you,
(Wonder if I'll ever be right)
You won't wish for anyone better
Not after tonight.

Life could never teach me its lessons
(I knew the words but I couldn't spell)
Now you've taught me forwards and backwards,
I'm learning too well.
Do we care if anyone sees us-
We won't be the first or the last!
Make love wherever we please,
The sign says "keep off the grass"
So we sleep on the grass.

May be unkind
But baby, unwind.
You're too tight-
You can lose your grip tonight.

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Baby Can Dance (Pts. II-IV)

Brad Shepherd/Dave Faulkner

Baby can dance, ooh she's a good girl
Baby tries hard, I love the way she moves
Baby can move, I never guessed
That one day she'd steal my heart away
Her hips slide so wild.

Look at her now, she's almost impossible
Can't turn away, my soul is hers to take
My soul is hers, I live in hope and fear
Where do we go from here ?
She sure can dance...
She won't have to ask me twice.

I'm without her
I think about her every day and night
I can dream
And almost believe that everything's alright.
Baby don't care, she's got me beside myself
She does it so well,
She's all I'm thinking of
Look at her now, but why should I pretend ?
Man, she's the living end...l can't turn away...
Baby can dance.

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I Don't Know Anything

Dave Faulkner

I've got a lot to learn
And bridges that I still have not burned.
UntiI I find a way
I'll only end up back where I am today but
I don't know anything,
Anything at all.

I know that I ain't smart.
I get languid up in the strings of my heart
So tight I cannot breathe
I'd cut them if I knew what was good for me but
I don't know anything,
Anything at all.

I must be the king of fools,
A court jester making rhymes in nursery school,
Like: "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
You can blow my candle, Jack, if you can
teach me how to light my wick 'cos
I don't know anything."

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Where's That Hit?

Dave Faulkner

Bases are loaded,
Two out and you're at the plate.
Time to start swinging
"Don't think too hard, son, you'll be great."

You know about pressure.
Two down and you're on the brink.
The stadium's shouting
So loud you can't hear yourself think.

(Strike One!) Let's play ball!
(Strike Two!) - One bad call.

Just up from the minors
A kid with potential, they said.
You've dreamed of this moment,
One game you'll never forget.

(Ball!) Ball one: now you spit
(Ball!) - Ball two: Where's that hit?

Bottom of the ninth, it depends on you.
You can save the game - you can lose it too.
You could make your name when you get that hit.
Winners never quit waiting for that hit

Remember in high school
The way you could knock'em all dead?
Now you're in the big league,
A man with a price on his head.

The pitcher is winding-
You pop behind third: it falls safe.
You're getting your timing.
Another like that, you're on base.

(Ball!) Ball three - this is it!
(Foul ball!) Foul back: where's that hit?

Here you are at Shea, your hearts in your throat
Will you make the grade? Will you miss the boat?
Hero of the day - Hero, or the goat?
Winners never quit waiting for that hit.
Where's that hit?

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Death In The Afternoon

Dave Faulkner

Death in the afternoon
Oh no, it seems to me to be so inhuman
Death in the afternoon
I guess we all should have seen it coming.

Everybody's always saying things are changing
(And not a minute too soon)
I've been looking Œround but only see the same thing.
Another death in the afternoon.

Death in the afternoon
Oh no, there's murder in the hearts of many
And blood on the hands of few,
Oh no, and the pity is, there isn't any.

In a carnival that never, ever closes
There's no shortage of faceless victims
Sure it's a freak show but, honey, ain't that showbiz.
Convince yourself you're so different.
You are.

Human suffering makes good entertainment
If you can package it all up neatly
Let all the media boys make the arrangements
The truth gets covered completely.

Death in the afternoon
And it's coast-to-coast on all the networks
And into your living room-
The ancient Romans took out all the guesswork.

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Album Credits

Magnum Cum Louder - Released 1989

Dave Faulkner - Vocals, Guitar, Hammond Organ
Brad Shepherd - Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals
Rick Grossman - Bass, Vocals
Mark Kingsmill - Drums, Grunts

Produced by The Hoodoo Gurus. Engineering and valuable assistance - Alan Thorne. Mixed by David Thoener. Recorded at the 'world famous' Trafalgar Studio, Sydney. Assistant engineer - David Mackie. Mixed at the Hit Factory, N.Y.C. Assistant engineers - Dary 'Pig' Sulich, Tim Leitner, Barbara Mills. Mastered by George Marino at Sterling Sound, N.Y.C.

'Where's That Hit' behind the plate - Sluggo McMartin, the in crowd - Jason Shepherd.
'Death In The Afternoon' backing vocals - Stephanie Faulkner.

All compositions published by EMI Music Publishing.

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