@ALBUM: No. 1 in Heaven Artist: Sparks 1979 Elektra Records All selections by Ron Mael, Russell Mael and Giorgio Moroder unless noted. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Tryouts for the Human Race We're just a gleam in lover's eyes, steam on sweaty bodies in the night One of us might make it through, the rest will disappear like dew Pressure building, gettin' hot, give it, give it, give it all you got When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone CHORUS Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn Ah, we are a quarter billion strong Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn We just want to be someone We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die CHORUS We must, we must, we must leave fromere We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play Let us out of here, let us out of here, let us out of here We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son We're just words that lovers use, words thaat light that automatic fuse When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone CHORUS -------------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Academy Award Performance (Ron Mael) Play the shark Play the bride Joan of Arc Mrs. Hyde You're a girl with a thousand faces to choose from, do one Do the saint Do the waif Do the child That was great Great performances only come with some inspiration CHORUS Oh, what a great performance What a convincing performance An Academy Award performance Well produced Clever lines Well rehearsed Well defined There's a goldmine in what you do, but of course you know that That's not bad Nor is that Very good So was that On behalf of the guys you've known, here's your golden trophy CHORUS Play the scene Naturelle Drop the lights Drop the towel No director can tell you what you should do, you'll do it What panache Oh, what style Pack the house Pack the aisles Everyone's in the dark when you're in the room, those rumors ------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: La Dolce Vita You're the only bank that's open all night, La Dolce Vita Now that's clear, can you give me a light, La Dolce Vita Now that that's clear, when do we eat? La Dolce Vita Now that that's clear can I have another plate of your La Dolce Vita CHORUS Goldiggers arise Goldiggers are hungry guys Goldiggers are we Step up follow me Mira, mira, guys, there's Lira in her eyes, La Dolce Vita Looking real bored is what you pay me for, La Dolce Vita Looking real bored's as hard as scrubbing floors, La Dolce Vita I'm overpaid but still I'll ask for more, La Dolce Vita Baby, after all you've got to help the poor, La Dolce Vita CHORUS Mira, mira, guys, there's Lira in here eyes, La Dolce Vita I catch a cold just by looking in your eyes, La Dolce Vita That's just a hazard in work of this kind, La Dolce Vita Baby you're looking younger every day, La Dolce Vita I really mean it, it ain't just the pay, La Dolce Vita CHORUS Mira, mira, guys, there's Lira in her eyes, La Dolce Vita Life isn't much, but there's nothing else to do, La Dolce Vita -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Beat the Clock (Ron Mael/Russell Mael) I was born a little premature Mom just couldn't take no more Had no time to learn to cry Goodbye, Mama, got to fly Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Entered school when I was two PhD'd that afternoon Never entered any sports Didn't look too good in shorts Got divorced when I was four CHORUS I've seen everything there is I've done everything there is I've met everyone but Liz Now I've even met ol' Liz No time for relationship Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock I did lots of travelling Parts of me unraveling The Army then rejected me Said I had two flat feet Wore them out when I was three Too bad there ain't ten of you Then I'd show you what I'd do I could cheat on five of you And be faithful to you too But there's only one of you CHORUS ------------------------------------------------- @SONG: My Other Voice You're so independent but that's gonna change real soon With my other voice I can destroy this room I'll wrap my voice around you and I'll drag you everywhere My other voice You think you're romantic, well I'll whisper in your ear I'll be all you'll hear for years and years and years You may be deaf to everything, you won't be deaf to me My other voice -------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The No. 1 Song in Heaven This is the number one song in heaven Written, of course, by the mightiest hand All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master They alwas follow the Master and his plan This is the number one song in heaven Why are you hearing it now, you ask Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven If you should die before you wake If you should die while crossing the street The song that you'll hear, I guarantee It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven The one that's the rage up here in the clouds Loud s a crowd or soft as a doubt Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, let's hear him plar it The song filters down, down through the clouds It reaches the earth and winds all around And then it breaks up in millions of ways It goes la, la, la...... In cars it becomes a hit In your homes it becomes advertisements And in the streets it becomes the children singing... ----------------------------------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "Give me ten wheels for Jesus!" -Elvis Hitler +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-