BLUE SAVANNAH

CD Mute 109
UK Release Date: 26/07/90
UK Chart Highest: 3

Blue Savannah song
Oh it's a blue Savannah song
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Sometime in the early hour
In a restless world
On the open highways

My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you

Blue Savannah song
Oh it's a blue Savannah song
Racing 'cross the desert
At a hundred miles an hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder

Home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you

I'm on my way back
And your love will bring me home
I'm travelling fast
And your love will bring me home
Will I discover
That your love will bring me home?

Somewhere 'cross the desert
Sometime in the early hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder

My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you

I'm waiting at the bus stop for a double-decker ride.
Supermarket checkout boy finds his way inside.
A shady looking character, his beady eyes on me.
I slip into a window seat, and then pretend to read.

It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world.
The hardest thing is holding on,
Holding on and take the strain.

They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.
They ain't gonna get me.
I'm building up my colours of resistance.

It's a runaround on the underground.

A cybermatic shopper, with a slight sadistic grin,
pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag; shuts herself within.
A triple quilted chrysalis waiting for the sales.
A bargain basement butterfly going off the rails
It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world.
The hardest thing is holding on,
holding on and take the strain.

They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed...woah
They ain't gonna get me.
I'm building up my colours of resistance.
It's a runaround on the underground.

It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world.
The hardest thing is holding on,
holding on and take the strain.

They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.
They ain't gonna get me.
I'm building up my colours of resistance.
It's a runaround on the underground The hardest thing is holding on,
holding on and take the strain.
They're coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.
They ain't gonna get me.
I'm building up my colours of resistance.
The hardest thing is holding on,
holding on and take the strain.

Wanna be a great dark man,
being but a lesbian.
You are perfect, you are sheer,
if you are a red-haired queer.

That's life, one dice.
C'est la vie, ma cherie!
But it really doesn't matter.

No G.D.M., no great dark man.
No G.D.M., no great dark man.

There won't be a great dark man,
if I am a red-haired queer.
You are perfect, you are sheer,
if you are a red-haired queer.

C'est la vie, pale sniff.
C'est la vie, ma cherie!
But it really doesn't matter.

Yellow teeth between pink lips,
eye-line shadow with a crazy look.
The jewel behind the lobe of ear;
rouge on my face hides my beard.
Long violet fingernails,
I adore those magic tails.

I don't mind, I don't mind.

No G.D.M., no great dark man.
No G.D.M., no great dark man.