Catherine Wheel - Something Strange/Angelo Nero/Spirit Of Radio lyrics

[Something Strange]: All that I've come to feeling Is a plastic wig??? All that is grown Is a plastic doll Days so excited All is just the things All, all Come down and see us win Keepers caught in clear??? All those good times Is it much too fast Deep inside the train So imagination takes you there And it's something strange And it's something strange And it's something strange And it's something strange And it's something strange And it's something strange And it's something strange And it's something strange [Angelo Nero]: This evil always locked away inside 'Cos I don't think I've ever felt so hypnotized I'm scared And Justified And did you care With your nose stuck in the air That the messages were clear Angelo Nero you're here And it's a big decision down by the corn field Yeah he's just poison - oh the mother's milk And only for the reason that was how he felt And he did he care That his arrogance was clear And the messages were clear Had some injustice done Had some injustice done and it's a deep incision In the reach of the circumcise A single penetration enough to satisfy A little consolation for the ripped insides And the liquid moved as she opened up the scar A deep, richer red, just like a racing car Such a sight to see A real emergency Angelo Nero you're here Angelo Nero you're here Angelo Nero you're here Angelo Nero you're here [Spirit Of Radio (Rush)]: One likes to believe in the freedom of music Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion, unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way Hit the open road There is magic at your fingers And the music that ever lingers Undemanding contact In your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond life that's almost free All this machinery is making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question of your honesty Yeah your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond life that's almost free And the words of the profits are written on the studio walls, concert hall Echoes with the sounds of salesmen Of salesmen Freedom to believe Freedom to believe Freedom to believe.