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return to the valley of the go-go's (us edition)
Year: 1994
Released by IRS Records.

Produced by Gregg Edward, Rob Freeman, Richard Gottehrer.

 

 

return to the valley of the go-go's (uk edition)
Year: 1994
Released by IRS Records.

Produced by Gregg Edward, Rob Freeman, Richard Gottehrer.

 

 

track listing

 

US edition

Disc 1 
Living At The Canterbury / Party Pose (Live) 
Screaming (Live) 
Johnny Are You Queer (Live) 
Fun With Ropes (Live) 
Fashion Seekers (Live) 
Blades (Live) 
He's So Strange (Live) 
London Boys (Live) 
Let's Have A Party (Live) 
Beatnik Beach (Live) 
(Remember) Walking In The Sand (Live) 
Lust To Love 
How Much More 
Cool Jerk 
We Got The Beat (single mix) 
Skidmarks On My Heart 
This Town 
Our Lips Are Sealed 

Disc 2 
Surfing And Spying 
Vacation 
Speeding 
Gut Up And Go 
It's Everything But Partytime 
Beneath The Blue Sky 
Good For Gone 
Head Over Heels 
Turn To You 
Yes Or No (single mix) 
I'm With You (Live) 
We Don't Get Along (Live) 
Can't Stop The World (Live) 
I'm The Only One (Live) 
Mercenary (Acoustic Live) 
Good Girl 
Beautiful 
The Whole World Lost Its Head 

UK edition
Living At The Canterbury / Party Pose (Live) 
Fashion Seekers (Live) 
He's So Strange (Live) 
London Boys (Live) 
Beatnik Beach (Live) 
Cool Jerk 
We Got The Beat (single mix) 
Our Lips Are Sealed
Surfing And Spying 
Vacation 
Speeding 
Good For Gone 
Head Over Heels 
Can't Stop The World (Live) 
Mercenary (Acoustic Live) 
Good Girl 
Beautiful 
The Whole World Lost Its Head 

singles

 

 

The Whole World Lost Its Head

THE WHOLE WORLD LOST ITS HEAD

AUTOMATIC (LIVE)

LUST TO LOVE (LIVE)

YOU THOUGHT (LIVE)

WE GOT THE BEAT (STIFF RECORDS VERSION)

CD Single

 

 

Good Girl

GOOD GIRL

OUR LIPS ARE SEALED

VACATION

BEAUTIFUL

I WANNA BE SEDATED (LIVE)

CD Single

 

 

 

chart

 

Albums/Singles

US #

Australia #

UK #

Return To The Valley (Album)

52

?

-

The Whole World Lost Its Head

108 (#21 Modern Rock Tracks)

?

29

Good Girl

-

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-

 

 

 

lyrics

 

Living At The Canterbury

Okay living in the city
Whores outside a-posing
Traffic noise a lullaby
Skyscapers better than the blue skies
We can do what we want
We can say what we please
We can be who we want
Being poor's okay by me
Proud I don't have no TV

Living at the Canterbury
[My friends think I'm a fool]
Living at the Canterbury
I guess it's pretty cool

Living at the Canterbury
Fighting off the roaches
Like being in a dormitory
Till rental due approaches
[Don't know where we'll get the cash]
Spent it all on booze
I'm no fool with credit cards
It's better not to think
Sometimes little I like to think!

 

Party Pose

See me pose
Having so much fun
Champagne glass in my hand
My put on smile
On my painted face
I show no trace of boredom

See me laugh
At your jokes
Your gossiping lips
You look so divine, so divine
In your Fiorucci dress
Your party is finess

Charming, darling

Party pose
Let's pretend
Jet set
Rive Gauche
Party pose
Quite dull
Moet Chandon
Andy Warhol

See me fit
The stylish crowd
Hear the stories
The worldly wise
Exaggerate
We've been around
We've seen it all
We're so profound

See my friends
Walk in the door
Eat caviar, drink
Ash the floor
Party crash patrol
Has come
Party pose
Has just begun

Party pose
Lets pretend
Jet set
Rive Gauche
Party pose
Quite dull
Moet Chandon
Andy Warhol

See me pose
Having so much fun
Champagne glass in my hand
My put on smile
On my painted face
I show no trace of boredom

See me laugh
At your jokes
Your gossiping lips
You look so divine
In your Fiorucci dress
Your party is finess

Charming, darling

 

Screaming

No friends - don't want them
Just fans to serve your needs
Make money - they adore you
On subservience your ego's fed

Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base
Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base

They're screaming for you, for you
They don't know what's true
What's real
Who cares

Kill this scene with your power
Get your contract - distort the facts
You can use and abuse us
We're so mindless we won't react

Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base
Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base

Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels

They're screaming for you, for you
They don't know what's true
What's real
Who cares
Johnny Are You Queer?

Johnny what's the deal boy?
Is your love for real boy?
When the lights are low
You never hold me close

Well I saw you today boy
Walking with the gay boys
God it hurt me so
Now I gotta know
Johnny are you queer?

'Cause when I see you
Dancing with your friends
I can't help wondering
Where I stand

I'm so afraid I'll lose you
If I can't seduce you
Is there something wrong?
Johnny come on strong

Oh why are you so weird boy?
Johnny are you queer boy?
When I make a play
You push me away
Johnny are you queer?

'Cause when I see you
Dancing with your friends
I can't help wondering
Where I stand

Johnny you're forsaking
A love you could be taking
I wanna give it to you
But you never come through

Oh why are you so weird boy?
Johnny are you queer boy?
When you asked for a date
I thought that you were straight
Johnny are you queer?

Oh Johnny are you queer boy?
Johnny are you queer?
Tell me, Johnny are you queer?
Tell me, Johnny are you queer?
Johnny are you queer?

 

Fun With Ropes

Bought a cub scout manual
Found my favourite chapter
Turning up the stereo
It's time for fun with ropes

Learned our knots from A-Z
Stole my daddy's belts
We'll make our own fun for free
Having fun with ropes

You tell me that I'm sick (you're sick)
As you strap me to the floor
You know it makes my heart quick
I'll come crawling back for more

Well, I'm collecting coloured cord
No macrame for me
Dim the lights and lock the door
And never set me free

You say that I'm not healthy
You think that I'm a creep
Still you tie your knots so tight
I'm too wrapped up to sleep

You tell me that I'm sick (you're sick)
As you strap me to the floor
You know it makes my heart quick
I'll come crawling back for more
And more and more for ever more - yeah!

Well, I'm collecting coloured cord
No macrame for me
Dim the lights and lock the door
And never set me free

You say that I'm not healthy
You think that I'm a creep
Still you tie your knots so tight
I'm too wrapped up to sleep

You tell me that I'm sick (you're sick)
As you strap me to the floor
You know it makes my heart quick
I'll come crawling back for more
And more
Blades

I'm feeling artistic
I'm drawing lines
My body is my canvas
I'm making marks in time
Feel the coldness
Feel nothing inside
Caress the smoothness and watch it slide

Uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again
Uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again and again and again

No one seems to notice
That I don't seem to care
It's my decision, my own life
And I don't intend to share
It's not a question of sanity
Or reaction to something said
No desire to be analysed
For fascination with red

Uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again
Uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again and again and again

Uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again
Uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again and again
and again and again and again
London Boys

Seen your pictures in the 'zines
And you look real good
Pale blank faces - black and white keen
London boys - cigarette lean

London boys
Wish you were here
London boys
Wish we were there
London boys
Seem real cool
London boys
Wish you were here
London boys
Wish we were there
London boys
Seem real cool
London boys

If we had the money
If we were only rich
We'd take a jet plane get outa this scene
And make the switch

London boys
Wish you were here
London boys
Wish we were there
London boys
Seem real cool
London boys
Wish you were here
London boys
Wish we were there
London boys
Seem real cool
London boys

Go go go

Seen your pictures in the 'zines
And you look real good
Pale blank faces - black and white keen
London boys - cigarette lean

London boys
Wish you were here
London boys
Wish we were there
London boys
Seem real cool
London boys
Wish you were here
London boys
Wish we were there
London boys
Seem real cool
London boys
London boys
London boys

 

(Remember) Walking In The Sand

Seems like the other day
My baby, he went away
He went away across the sea

It's been two years ago
That's when my baby go
That's when this letter it came to me

He said that we were through
He'd found somebody new
Oooh, let me think
Oooh, let me think
What can I do?

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no no no no no
Walking in the sand
Walking hand in hand
The night was so exciting
His lips were so inviting

Whatever happened to
The boy that I once knew
The boy who said he'd be true
What will happen to
The life I gave to you
What will I do with my heart now

(Remember) walking in the sand
(Remember) walking hand in hand
(Remember) walking in the sand

(Remember) walking in the sand
(Remember) walking hand in hand
(Remember) walking in the sand

(Remember) walking in the sand
(Remember) walking hand in hand
(Remember) walking in the sand

(Remember) walking in the sand
(Remember) walking hand in hand
(Remember) walking in the sand
Surfing And Spying

Surf!
Spy!
Speeding

I can't explain the way I feel
Each time I get behind the wheel
The rush of blood comes
As the power surges
And my right foot urges
The car to push on through the night

Driving faster
Driving past the scenery
On pretty view and
Feel the speed and
I don't dream of
Driving slow some other time

One thing I'm certain that I know
All I want to do is go go go
Everything is rushing by
My heart is pounding deep inside
Got to match the engine's pace
Win imaginary race - yeah!

Driving faster
Driving past the scenery
On pretty view and
I feel as though I've
Got to control my
Reckless need to speed and speed
And speed
And speed
And speed
And speed...
Good For Gone

You and all your mystery
Only secrets, no clues
Had to make you history
Now you're yesterday's news
Once I wanted you so bad
Thought I'd never let go
Now I've had it up to here
And you're ready to blow

Everything's the same
One thing's changed: I'm without you
I stand to gain
No fear remains Here without you

I'm good forgotten
You're good for gone
I'm good forgotten
You're good for gone

Learned to live a life so well
That's what we did best
All the good forgotten now
And I've got no regrets

Everything's the same
One thing's changed: I'm without you
I stand to gain
No fear remains
Here without you

I'm good forgotten
You're good for gone
I'm good forgotten
You're good for gone

Learned to live a life so well
Yeah, you know we did our best
All the good forgotten now
And I've got no regrets

Everything's the same
One thing's changed: I'm without you
I stand to gain
No fear remains
Here without you

Everything's the same
One thing's changed: I'm without you
 stand to gain
No fear remains
Here without you

Everything's the same
One thing's changed: I'm without you
I stand to gain
No fear remains
Here without you

I'm good forgotten
You're good for gone
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm good forgotten
You're good for gone

 

Good Girl

I'm going be a good girl
So everybody loves me
I'm gonna do what they say
Let them chose the games that we play

Good girl, good girl
Gonna be a good girl
Good dog, good girl
Gonna be a good girl

I'm gonna smile til it hurts
So everybody loves me
I'll bend over backwards
Swallow all my angry words

Good girl, good girl
Better be a good girl
Good dog, good girl
Gonna be a good girl

Good girl, good girl
Better be a good girl
Good dog, good girl
Gonna be a good girl

All I want is for everyone to love me
All I want is for everyone to love me

I'll get down on my knees
I'll say pretty pretty pretty please

Good girl, good girl
Better be a good girl
Good dog, good girl
Gonna be a good girl

Good girl, good girl
Better be a good girl
Good dog, good girl
Gonna be a good girl

Good girl, good girl
Better be a good girl
Good dog, good girl
Gonna be a good girl
Beautiful

My life is ever so perfect
My life has been a bed of roses
And you might think I'm crazy
So what if I am
My head is full of good things
Enough for everyone

Beautiful
Is all I see when I look at me
Beautiful
Every mother's dream
Day by day
Things just keep getting prettier (so pretty)
Beautiful
What a wonderful life

My life is really quite simple
My life is just what I make it
I think you think I'm seeing
Only things I want to see
The truth is that I'm being
Who I wanna be

Beautiful
Is all I see when I look at me
Beautiful
Every mother's dream
Day by day
Things just keep getting prettier (so pretty)
Beautiful
What a wonderful
A wonderful
A wonderful life

Let me have my own world
Come in live in my world
Let me have my own world
Come in live in my world
Beautiful
Is all I see when I look at me
Beautiful
Every monther's dream
Day by day
Things just keep getting prettier (so pretty)
Beautiful
What a wonderful life
Beautiful
Things keep getting prettier
Beautiful
Things keep getting prettier (so pretty)
Beautiful

Beautiful
The Whole World Lost Its Head

Freeway fell into the bay
Popes on L.S.D.
Muslim girls are getting down
In bikinis
Nazis selling tupperware
Door to door
Telepreachers mud-wrestling
On the dance floor

I read it in the paper
I see it on my TV
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head

You can buy tomatoes
That last 500 years
Claudia Schiffer's fiancé
Made her disappear
Drag queens have the navy
Tossing in their beds
Mary ate her little lamb
And punk rock isn't dead

I read it in the paper
I see it on my TV
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head

I read it in the paper
I see it on my TV
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head
(Is it just me)
Has the whole world lost it's head
Lost it's head
Lost it's head
Lost it's head
 
     
   

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