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Submission / Sex Pistols (live, Filthy Lucre)

Submission / Sex Pistols (live, Filthy Lucre)

I’m on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I pictured you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission going down down
Dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

You’ve got me pretty deep baby
I can’t figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
You’re setting it out in heaven above

Submission going down down
Dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

For there’s a mystery
Under the sea
And an octopus rock
Under the water

Submission going down down
You’re dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

An underwater secret
Baby! oh, share it!

I’m on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I pictured you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission I’m going down down
Dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

What I’ve found
Submission
Submission
Submission
I’m falling down
You’re dragging me down
Under the sea

Songwriters
MATLOCK, GLEN/COOK, PAUL THOMAS/JONES, STEVE (GB 1)/LYDON, JOHN

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Talking Heads / I Get Wild/Wild Gravity

Talking Heads / I Get Wild/Wild Gravity

Fooled around enough with numbers Let’s not be ourselves today Is it just my imagination? Is it just someones face?

Pleasantly out of proportion It’s hard to hold on to the ground Now I didn’t come to run And this is everything and gravity lets you down

I get wild, wizing up, I just can’t let go I get wild, when I get ready I can hardly talk Living lights, special lights yellow turns blue I get wild, it’s automatic and I can hardly move

Go ahead and pull the curtains Check to see if I’m still here Let me lose my perspective Something worth waiting for

Somewhere in South Carolina And gravity don’t mean a thing And all around the world, each and everyone Playing with a heart of steel

I get up, climbing out, how did I get home? I’ll survive the situation, somebody shut the door Beautiful, beautiful, climbing up the wall I get by on automatic, no surprise at all

No one here can recognize you Here is everything that you like Feelings without explanations Somethings are hard to describe

The sound of a cigarette burning A place there where everything spins And the sounds inside your mind is playing all the time Playing with a heart of steel

I get wild, wizing up, I just can’t let go I get wild, when I get ready I can hardly talk Living lights, special lights yellow turns blue I get wild, it’s automatic and I can hardly move

I get up, pushing up, how did I get home? I’ll survive the situation, somebody shut the door Shut the door, shut the door climbing up the wall I get by on automatic no surprise at all

Songwriters BYRNE, DAVID/WEYMOUTH, TINA/FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER/HARRISON, JERRY

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The imagery of the words seem to play with the enterprise of the first moon shot, or steps into the space program: “Played around enough with numbers…” (the theories and research which led to the space program) “let’s not be ourselves today…” (let’s change what we are—earthbound) “is it just my imagination?” (is it possible?) “is it just someones face?” (is it vanity, this endeavor?) But the interpretation of this experience, the words used to describe this venture might also be applied to the experience of coming of age in general—applicable to the life of the individual and the society in this instance: “pleasantly out of proportion…” (from the child’s world to the adult. In this there is perhaps a starker indication that this new, adult, world involves sex. Oh and, moon shot… get it.) The feel of the music agrees with the notion of gravity, this is not something to be taken lightly. The idea of such a modern endeavor as space flight juxtaposed with the idea of coming of age, suggests that this version of coming of age is something new and modern as well. We are entering a bigger world than our parents did when they came of age. There is something of greater gravity in this new coming of age… like space travel, the stakes are high… “how did I get home?!” but so too are the potential rewards. This is a song of wary optimism, it is inviting, alluring, intriguing and dangerous—like sex. cfjurgus