Life from a window
I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window
Watching everyone around you

The Jam, Blondie, Talking Heads

With me there's no room for the future
With me there's no room with a view at all

And now for those of you watching in black and white, this one is in Technicolor

Stop Making Sense

I don’t wanna be like everyone else, that’s why I’m a Mod, see

All that rugby puts hairs on your chest
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest

Sitting on the train
You're nearly there
You're a part of the production line

I wanna say, I wanna tell you
About the young ideas

1977

We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans

If you gave me a dream for my pocket
You'd be plugging in the wrong socket

I've got a pocket full of pretty green
I'm going to put it in the fruit machine

I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive

To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around

I was always led to believe that it was a condom machine he was singing about

Hi,

How are things in your little world
I hope they're going well, and you are too

Love’s with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get