I was fourteen
She was twelce
Father travelled — hers as well — Europa…
Down the beaches
Hand in hand
Twelfth of never on the sand
Then war took her away
We swore a vow that day:
We’ll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
Oh my country
I’ll stand beside you in the rain, Europa
Ta republique…
Nine years after who’d I see
On the cover of a magazine? Europa…
Buy her singles and see all her films
Paste her pictures on my windowsill
But that’s noy quite the same — it isn’t, is it?
Europa my old friend…
Blew in from the hoveport
She was back in London
I pushed past the papermen
Calling her name
She smiled for the cameras
As a bodyguard grabbed me
Then her eyes were gone for ever
As they drove her away.
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202114,Brush up on my field work
Better brush up on my field work
Gonna get my fingers dirty
Better brush up on my field work
One thing I need
Is to understand this jungle
Before I can untangle
The part of me that’s fungoid
Was a hundred and three
When the world was still a baby
But instinct’s an equation
You could program in an android
Brush up on my field work
Better brush up on my field work
Gonna get my fingers dirty
Gonna brush up on my field work
Somewhere inside
There’s a place where we can travel
A code we could unscramble
A riddle to unravel
Brush up on my field work
Gonna brush up on my field work
Gonna get my fingers dirty
Gonna brush up on my field work
Somewhere inside me
Are the caves of Iwo Jima
And the sands of Arizona
Better brush up on my field work»