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This site presents "Behold The Action Man" song lyrics by Roger Neville-Neil, Don Falcone & Bridget Wishart



Unspoken Text . . .
@ Lava Lounge


(Original narrative by Neville-Neil,
with end text by Falcone)


They say that the future is written in the stars.
All those sparkling gems in the heavens -
suspended like broken shards of

stained glass . . .

They say that the past slowly fades away.
Lost in the ancient jungles of time.
Where the truth lies dormant.
Hidden from prying eyes.

They say that a spectre will emerge from
the void
A creature of justice and vengeance
Who prowls the dark mean streets
Lurking between these worlds


Until now.

A figure in a trench coat and fedora
is now ready to unearth, and rediscover
new worlds, secret worlds.

BEHOLD, THE ACTION MAN!

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Stand and Deliver
(Neville-Neil & Wishart)


Dandy Dan was a highway man
Who just took whatever was needed
In pubs and bars, riding under the stars,
He just lived - where he wasn't wanted

John Dillinger was a bank vault swinger
Who just escaped the long arm of the law
In getaway cars, spraying lead and scars
He just blazed - gunning coppers that he saw

Stand and Deliver, Stand and Deliver
Stand and Deliver, Stand and Deliver
Stand and Deliver . . .

So what is it now?
Can you hear him?
Can you hear him?
So what is it, what is it now?
He's behind you

Bold Black Bart was a pirate at heart
Who just plundered, with cutlass and pistols
In pubs and bars, sailing under the stars
He just lived - where the sea takes its toll

D.B. Cooper was a paratrooper
Who just wanted a case-load of cash
He drew on the wire, to red sticks of fire
He just jumped - melting in nocturnal ash

Stand and Deliver, Stand and Deliver
Stand and Deliver, Stand and Deliver
Stand and Deliver . . .

He's got a gun - Oh yes!
He's going to shoot you
Give him what you've got, Give him what you've got
Give him what you've got, Give him what you've got
Give it to him now

Stand and Deliver, Stand and Deliver
Stand and Deliver, Stand and Deliver

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Real Time
(Falcone)


You say you want to eat
That you like the taste of deceit
You walk right to where there's food
And hope someone's in the mood
Say you want me to disappear
That I am the one you fear
You say you want to touch
You just hope it doesn't cost much

You're pulling it off again
The sheets that hide the crime
You cannot pretend
This isn't the time
This is the real time . . .

You say you want to live
You want the water, the one that gives
And you see it running down your back
Giving slack along our attack
And you hope someone's in the mood
And he says hey baby can I please
You're my prisoner and you must escape
I've sure you've got some dinner on the take

You're pulling it off again
The sheets that hide the crime
You cannot pretend
This isn't the time
This is the real time . . .

Looking at our history
I don't see no mystery
It never mattered who would win
We would call off the sin

Looking at our history
I don't see no mystery
I could look you in the eye
And I knew I would not . . .

This is the real time
This is the real time
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Strafed By A UFO
(Falcone & Neville-Neil)


What's going on with this case
When it fits
What's going on

What's going on with these lights
When they're fixed
What's going on

A full moon rises at his back
Dressed like a mobster in a pool of black
The spotlights switch to the man on the stage
The one with the edge-(he's got) all the rage

He raises a raygun
Up to the sky
He plans to rub out
This private eye

Neither man nor women
Anything to add . . .
They'll sleep it off.

What's going on with this scene
When it's heard
What's going on

What's going on with these lights
When they're fixed
What's going on

Digital blues
The high-tech craze
Same-old lies, same old dreams

In alien blues
That set ablaze
The air lip-stained by whiskey steam

Strafed by a UFO at night
It's the only way to go
Strafed by a UFO at night
It's the only way left to go
Strafed by a UFO at night
It's the only way

What's going on with this case . . .

. . . Just one more twist in the wind
To pull it off!
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Outcast
(Wishart)


The grass isn't green where the tanks have been
And the sun doesn't shine through the smoke.
The rain is black and I'm never coming back
To these tortured lands of no hope

Mid the tangles and thorns children are born
Into a world full of greed and decay.
Betrayed by the past into being outcast
Why should they be the ones to pay

So I'm chasing a dream where you can't see for trees
And there's no such place as hell
So why can't we please make it a reality
And not just a story to tell.

Mass fantasy in our homes
Courtesy of those bank loans
Hammer horror cheap and thrilling
Dulls the edge of war and killing

Armchair fans of political scams
Violent times and copycat crimes
Living with fiction -- feels truer than fact
But when you're dead you're dead
And there's no turning back
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The Train
(Falcone)


The train is in your way
She's no good for you
The train is in your way
She may light up, but still be true

The gift horse is a Trojan horse
Her mouth is full of snake
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awake

The midnight dream is an endless dream
Whispers die in an ocean of steam
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awake

Lay your trust, lay, lay, lay your trust in me

The train is in your way
She's no good for you
The train is in your way
She may never reach, but stay in view

The child home is a priceless home
The wind can cradle and metal can shake
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awake

Lay your trust, lay, lay, lay your trust in me
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Every Space Opera
(Falcone)


Cannot see myself today
So I can do what I want
I have to sin today
I have to sin today
I must end what I begin today
It's my time
And now I'm sorry, sometimes
Think I see a clearing in the forest
Think I see a like city in your mind
Think I feel a lover on my back
Think I feel your fingers scratching at that

Every opena needs a waterfront
And my opera is no different from yours

Cannot do it today, I am too strong . . .
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Obelisk Of Fondue
(Neville-Neil)


You are nothing more than a hired voyeur
Watching the life pass you by
Watching the life pass you by

You are nothing more than a hired voyeur
Plunging through the keyhole

What you need is an obelisk of fondue
What you need is an obelisk of fondue
Oh my dear
Fuel her fire, with culinary desire

Food and sex. And French rocks and diner rolls

You are nothing more than a hired voyeur
Watching the love, life pass you by
And you never wonder why

To fuel her fire with culinary desire
Food and sex and French rocks and dinner rolls
. . . plunging through the keyhole . . .
What you need is an obelisk of fondue
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Astral Flight Gassed
(Neville-Neil & Wishart)


Time is cold, Time is harsh
Time is old, Time is past.
We are wardens of our time
We are wardens of our time
An idle mind discovers time
An idle mind uncovers rhyme
I don't mind, I don't mind.

I don't know how long I had
laid there. It felt like eternity.
I wanted to lift my head.
Get up and leave. I tried to lift it,
but someone had filled it with
sawdust and silver marbles.
My trench coat hissed at me
like a London Fog adder.
My suit sprung a leak dispensing
a long, endless stream of sawdust.
It drifted off into space.
Forming swirling galaxies.
The Milky Way. And the cobwebs
of creation.

Spiders swayed in these webs.
Laughing at me in their high
violin voices. They wanted to know
whose side I was on. I told them
I was on my side. They laughed
even louder and asked me to come
clean. I told them I didn't launder
that easily. They took turns slapping
some scense into my profile
with their numerous limbs.
The void returned. Slithering like a
gigantic black boa. Its massive gaping
jaws exposed a bottomless well of
darkness. It lunged and swallowed
me whole.
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This Mark You Make
(Falcone)


Please focus, before you shoot
I wouldn't want to see you do me wrong
Picture me, but hesitate
Once you get me there's no turning back
Make the most, here comes my fade from black
Please focus, before you shoot

Focus, before you shoot
I wouldn't want to see you do me wrong
Don't overlook, or estimate
I wouldn't want to be like that for long
I only ask when I'm starting to get strong
Please focus, before you shoot

Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a mark you make
Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a love you hate
And it takes years to recover and misplace
Yes it takes years to discover and replace
This mark you make when you misfire
This mark you make when you misfire








 

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