Don’t look now, we’re flying over A little place that lies below It’s nothing very special, it’s just a town Called Moscow, Moscow, Idaho Moscow, Idaho It’s not that far from here, it’s not that far away It’s just around the corner, over the sea Over the sea, over the waves Over the sea, over the waves Moscow, Idaho You may not have heard of our little town That’s not surprising, no-one lives there Anyone with any sense lives in Los Angeles Anyone who’s anyone lives in L.A. City of angels We’re all angels Just down the street in Moscow, Idaho Lives a boy, prettiest boy in world He’s in love with the prettiest girl Who lives next door, she always lives next door, in Moscow, Idaho That’s what love is all about In an empty town, it always lives next door Or next door but one, let’s be Frank Let’s be Frank, let’s be Frank Moscow, Idaho

HELLO AMERICA Edit"Hello America" Hello America is a compilation of our early 12″ EPs from 1985-1986, plus a couple of previously unreleased extra tracks. The album was originally compiled as our first release in the USA, and the title is taken from a collection of J. G. Ballard stories – we wanted to acknowledge how much he had influenced us. If you haven’t read any of J. G Ballard’s books you should do so, he’s extremely good. I especially recommend The Atrocity Exhibition , a book whose title had previously been used by Joy Division for one of their songs. We recorded these tracks on a tiny budget, and were really still learning how to make records. The original CD release was one of the very early independent CDs created and it wasn’t pressed the way we wanted it. So in 2019 we remastered and re-released this album and now it finally sounds the way it did when we originally recorded it. You can listen to it here… MOSCOW, IDAHO Don’t look now, we’re flying over A little place that lies below It’s nothing very special, it’s just a town Called Moscow, Moscow, Idaho Moscow, Idaho It’s not that far from here, it’s not that far away It’s just around the corner, over the sea Over the sea, over the waves Over the sea, over the waves Moscow, Idaho You may not have heard of our little town That’s not surprising, no-one lives there Anyone with any sense lives in Los Angeles Anyone who’s anyone lives in L.A. City of angels We’re all angels Just down the street in Moscow, Idaho Lives a boy, prettiest boy in world He’s in love with the prettiest girl Who lives next door, she always lives next door, in Moscow, Idaho That’s what love is all about In an empty town, it always lives next door Or next door but one, let’s be Frank Let’s be Frank, let’s be Frank Moscow, Idaho DATAKILL Electric eyes, cattle prods Sticky tape recorders Tear gas, barbed wire words Games and economic behaviour The name of this game is small high bizmanship Small high bizmanship We engineer technofear We engineer technofear Technofear Shipping overseas to the promised land of gold and diamonds Golden boys, golden girls Shipping, shipping Electric eyes, cattle prods Sticky tape recorders Tear gas, barbed wire words Games and economic behaviour Well, I know these things happen I know people get killed But I leave my work in the office At home I play games Games and economic behaviour Digital stimulation Datakill State of the art, art of the state Datakill Lay your hands on our product Lay your hands on us Datakill

When I touched your eyes in crowded room It was love at first sight I know that’s corny, you’re the fifteenth girl But it’s like love the first time You sit beside me dressed in furs While I talk to the latest The latest, the greatest, I know the best But I’m still fragile Fragile People with glass hearts shouldn’t throw glances I know, I know But your eyes were there in my spectacle case Marked romance I lie in bed with a faulty mirror I fill the empty space I’ve still got a thing for girls with red hair And those with blue in their face Fragile People with glass hearts shouldn’t throw glances You told me that last time Look at me, stony faced I’m breaking up inside You talk who loves you like tomorrow I love yesterday Hello sweetheart, that sounds stupid What else can you say? Fragile

Look up there, there’s clouds above us They’re watching us now You don’t believe me? Go somewhere else then They’re always around They see the factories and corporations They see the hotels and shops But I know their plans, their little secrets With them I’ll go to the top Clouds Clouds are pretty, pretty amoral They’ve got no feelings of pity They’re up there now, they’re over our heads They spit on this city They think they’re pink, they think they’re fluffy They think they’re hiding their thoughts But I can see, I see right through them I know the power they’ve got Clouds Clouds drift around, they don’t go home They’ve got no civilisation They white and grey, they’re red and black They don’t know their station Clouds drift around, they see it all They’re drifting over this town Clouds drift around, they know your name And all the things that you’ve found Clouds

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen I wanna thank you for making this possible All you slimy creeps out there All you sleeping crimes When I grow up I’m gonna stop growing up I’ll stop learning when I leave school Get back in the pool my little amoebas You can’t get in here with genes You gotta have big ones if you wanna survive You gotta have big ones in Europe This is a limited theatre of war Strictly members only Helicopters in the sunlight The morning sun Well, here it is the frightening truth All of human life is here All of human life is here Right here Here it is The frightening truth The Hallowe’en squad Suburban god’s dinner, suburban god’s dinner Well, I ain’t no sinner, but I’m getting thinner I’m getting thinner, I’m getting thinner Bring me a black goat baby, I’m getting thinner Well, I sure as hell ain’t no sinner But I’m getting thinner Spiritual anorexia, spiritual anorexia, baby Spiritual anorexia, I’m getting thinner I’m a gilt-edged golddigger with guilty feelings Naked breakfast with my clothes on That’s nice lipstick baby, but you’re wasting it on the wrong guy Yes, folks, on the show tonight All of human life, all of human life It’s all true, it’s all true Jesus wants me for a sunbeam Jesus needs more sunbeams He’s turning us all into sunbeams To brighten up his day Won’t be no days without the sun Won’t be no sun in the days to come Won’t be no sun in the days to come Won’t be no sun in the days to come Helicopters in the sunlight Helicopters in the sunlight The morning sun Singing goodbye to the apes Sticks and stones might break my bones But evolution will never harm me Helicopters in the sunlight The morning sun Won’t be no days without the sun Won’t be no sun in the days to come

When the rain breaks across the village Waves come sliding down Down around our ears Into, into our thirsty hearts We don’t need hunger to drive us on We don’t need anger to fan the flames Falasha, falasha Lift me up, up in the air Lift us up When the rain breaks across the village Life comes tumbling down Feel the spirit rise inside Feel the spirit rise We don’t need hunger to drive us on We don’t need anger to fan the flames Falasha, falasha Lift me up, up in the air Lift us up Good things come in small packages Good things come to those who wait We stand and wait, we’ll wait and see We’ll wait and see, we’ll wait and see We don’t need hunger to drive us on We don’t need anger to fan the flames Falasha, falasha Lift me up, lift me up Lift us up Money is power, and power is money Money is life Money breathes, money breathes in me Money, money, money, Money is all We don’t need hunger We don’t need anger We don’t need pain Money, money, money Money is God Money, money, money Money