Virtual Insanity


jamiroquai, virtual insanity

Music and lyric Jamiroquai

Oh yeah, what we're living in?
Let me tell ya

Hell, It's a wonder that man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells
We'll be doing for us?

And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see, I can't breathe
No more will we be

And nothing's going to change the way we live
'Cause we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse
See, Wha, it's a crazy world we're living in
And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give this

Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, all our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound, for we all live underground

And I'm thinking what a mess we're in
Hard to know where to begin
If I could slip the sickly ties
That earthly man has made
And now every mother can choose the color
Of her child that's not natures way

Well that's what they said yesterday
There's nothing left to do but pray
I think it's time I found a new religion
Waoh, it's so insane
To synthesize another strain
There's something in this future's that we have to be told

Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, all our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound, for we all live underground

Now there is no sound
If we all live underground
And now it's virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, there's nothing so bad [Incomprehensible]
I know yeah [Incomprehensible]

I know what can go on
Of this virtual insanity, we're livin' in
Has got to change, yeah
Things, will never be the same
And I can't go on while we're livin' in
Oh, oh virtual insanity

Oh, this world, has got to change
'Cause I just, I just can't keep
Going on, it was virtual
Virtual insanity that we're livin' in
That we're livin' in
That virtual insanity is what it is

Future's made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, all our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound, for we all live underground

Future's made of the virtual insanity
Now we always seem to be governed by our love
For these useless, twisting of our new technology
Now there is no sound, for we all live underground, yes we do

Living in virtual Insanity
Living in virtual Insanity
Living in virtual Insanity
Living in virtual Insanity

Virtual insanity is what we're living in
[Incomprehensible]

Wild West End


dire straits, wild west end

Music and lyric Dire Straits

Six Blade Knife


dire straits, six blade knife

Music and lyric Dire Straits

Down To The Waterline


dire straits, down to the waterline

Music and lyric Dire Straits

Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline

Near misses on the dog leap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder

Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the nihgt
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When she's walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline

Sultans Of Swing


dire straits, sultans of swing

Music and lyric Dire Straits

You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin' Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up for Friday night
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans play Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Goodnight, now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'