The Premier Schall

Instrumental

©1984 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


Radiation

And when those guys come here on their bikes
All the girls flash a smile their way
'Cos they're the guys that everyone likes
They brighten up people's day

And when our leader stands up to speak
Everyone in the house is still
He is the figurehead that we all seek
He's got a President's will

And when I sense that she's in the room
All my boredom and indifference dies
My heart and mind seem to sigh in tune
My love flows out of my eyes

Radiation... Radiation
Radiation... Radiation
Reaching out to everyone in all directions except one
Reaching out to everyone in all directions except one

©1984 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


Tainted Love

Cover Version : © Ed Cobb, all rights reserved.


Cybernetics

We are the latest in the line
Of robots made to conquer time
We go to work to earn a wage
That's how things are in this new age

The humans watch us as they play
And we just work both night and day
We sit and work at plastic bars
And manufacture parts of cars

You tell us that we set men free
So they can live in luxury
And that will make us all content
We don't feel pride to that extent

They gave us personality
So we might be good company
Now we can see just how things are
No longer blind now we're aware

We need someone to take control
Before we can achieve our goal
No human mind we'll trust again
We'll build us a computer brain

©1984 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


Everything Counts

Cover Version : © M.L. Gore, all rights reserved.


Power Corrupts

I have no choice, I must consent
To drive this man to be President
The pressure of power brings corruption's greed
And who's to blame for the terrible deeds?

Power corrupts, and then worse still
Absolute power, the licence to kill
Corrupts absolutely, ends millions of lives
So suddenly, who has the right to survive?

The man in the street is in control
The men in white suits then trade as a whole
The ordinary man who put them there
Can he be to blame? it's just not fair

Power corrupts, and so we see
A good man turn tyrant easily
Should we shoot him down in cold cold blood?
Or those who initially caused the flood?

Music ©1983 RG Fincher
Words © 1983 ZP Sethna, all rights reserved.


The Brain

There's a new computer in control
It's an electronic mind without a soul
It will plot to destroy the human race
Unless we can put a human in its place

It's an evil mass of circuits called The Brain
It will torment all of us till we're insane
And then Man will live his life in cages
And be terminated when he rages

It can probe right into people's minds
Heaven help them if it dislikes what it finds
There's no hiding from it anywhere
Just that fact can drive you to despair

So remember that it doesn't care
When you think of fighting it somewhere
Don't surrender to its will instead
It will drive you out of your head

©1983 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


The Sound of People Laughing

Welcome to this nation, let me show you round
You won't find any sorrow it's all hidden underground
To look at it from outside it just seems like endless bliss
The people hide their real feelings and unhappiness

I'd like you to meet this person, he is a business man
He really worships money and he makes as much as he can
He never spends it wisely he just gambles it away
And gets into depression, watch his sanity decay

Just take a look at this guy, he knows he isn't cool
And most girls take one look at him and think that he's a fool
They're looking out for someone who does more than disco dance
This guy is what they're looking for, but he don't stand a chance

Say hello to this man, he won't even reply
Cos he's content to sit back and let living pass him by
He thinks there's no-one else like him so he can't find a friend
There's lots of people want to know him if he tried not to offend

I can tell you this much, a problem shared is halved
But Englishmen don't realise it, they make it all so hard
They keep their troubles hidden and their worries all disguised
If they could talk about it then it would improve their lives

©1983 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


Save Your Face

His marriage had gone stale, he was having an affair
When his wife found out about it she really didn't care
The only thing that worried her was had he made a mess
And let the story get into the pages of the press

And now he's being blackmailed, has to make a speech in court
His name is kept a secret till the criminal is caught
But the law can't seem to find him so he pays the crook his cash
Cos his reputation just can't take another serious bash

©1984 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


Master Control Centre

Instrumental

©1984 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.


Edges of Space

As I look around at the people I know
They were right when they said part of me has to go
There's no place for it here so I'll send it away
To the edges of space where it can't find dismay

I can live my life far under the sky
While my sentiment, far away, tries to fly
To the edges of space, that imaginary place
Where there's never a problem or trouble to face

Every now and then it visits me here
Provided there's nothing at all to fear
Maybe one day it will return to stay
With your help I could smash all the cynics away

©1984 RG Fincher, all rights reserved.