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The Buggles
The Buggles


Background information
Origin United Kingdom
Genre(s) New Wave
Synthpop
Years active 1977—2010
Label(s) Island Records
Carrere
Associated acts Yes
Asia
The Producers
Former members
Geoff Downes
Trevor Horn
Bruce Woolley



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The Buggles Album


The Age Of Plastic (1980)
1980
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9.
Island (B-side of The Plastic Age UK single)
10.
Technopop (B-side of Clean Clean UK single)
11.
. . .


Every day my metal friend
Shakes my bed at 6 AM
Then the shiny serving clones
Run in with my telephones

Talking fast I make a deal
Buy the fake and sell what's real
What's this pain here in my chest?
Maybe I should take a rest

They send the heart police
To put you under cardiac arrest
And as they drag you through the door
They tell you that you've failed the test

Living in the ...
Living in the Plastic Age
Looking only half my age
Hello doctor lift my face
I wish my skin could stand the pace

In the bed I read my mind
Remember how the mice were blind
I watch them fighting in their cage
Could this be the Plastic Age?

They send the heart police
To put you under cardiac arrest
And as they drag you through the door
They tell you that you've failed the test

Living in the
Plastic Age
Plastic Age
Plastic Age

They send the heart police
To put you under cardiac arrest
And as they drag you through the door
They tell you that you've failed the test

Living in the Plastic Age
Plastic Age
Plastic Age

. . .


I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.

Oh-a-a-a oh

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.

You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star

. . .


Though today you might be riding
The engines of progress
Working in the media factory
Call me if you ever feel like letting go

And we'll remember the days of
Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo
Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo
Dynamo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

Swimming in the soundwaves
Of the playback from the eight-track
I think your mind was born with water wings
And now when I see you
All our generation screams
I remember the dreams of
Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo
Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo

Kid Dynamo, I remember you
Kid Dynamo, the hours I spent with you
Kid Dynamo, 'cause I invented you

All that we said
How media builds stars
And our minds won't change
Only our cars

Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo,
Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo

Kid Dynamo, I remember you
Kid Dynamo, because I speak of you
Kid Dynamo, 'cause I invented you
Kid Dynamo

Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo
Kid Dynamo, Kid Dynamo

. . .


I love you, Miss Robot
Programmed just to please
I love you, Miss Robot
Electronic tease

You make love like a metronome
Don't drive too fast when you take me home
Touch the seam on your silver skin
I feel so hard when you take me in

I love you, Miss Robot
Programmed just to please
I love you, Miss Robot
Electronic tease

We talk of love on the telephone
When your voice fades there's a paying tone
Force the coin and you're there again
D.I. the loneliness brain to brain

I love you, Miss Robot
Programmed just to please
I love you, Miss Robot
Electronic tease

I must leave, Miss Robot
Give your love to me
I love you, Miss Robot
Do you love me?

I love you, Miss Robot
Electronic tease
I love you, Miss Robot
Programmed just to please

I must leave, Miss Robot
Give yourself to me
I love you, Miss Robot
Do you love me?

. . .


Pogo Johnny kicked me in the head,
Aimin' for the floorboards but they picked me up instead
Through the ringing of the night before
Said the engine's running, gotta pay a call

Johnny drove the halftrack
Cause we could not find the jeep
Wake me in the morning
Gotta get some sleep
Driving all night out of fear
Got it in the ribs every time I changed gear

I'm gonna take a ride, gonna pick up the team
Gonna go where we've never been
I'm gonna take a ride, gonna pick up the team
(pickin' up, pickin' up the team)
God you know it's hard to keep the fighting clean

Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean

Pogo Johnny gonna fight the war
Chaplain in the morning at the local liquor store
Pogo coughin' bad from diesel fumes
Johnny tell the chaplain go and polish his tombs

Lying on the wasteground with a blanket on his face
Indicating that he's left the human race
Helmet open where the world came in
Gotta keep your head if you wanna win

I'm gonna take a ride, gonna pick up the team
Gonna go where we've never been
I'm gonna take a ride, gonna pick up the team
(pickin' up, pickin' up the team)
God you know it's hard to keep the fighting clean

Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean

Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean

Lost a million in the very first attack
Don't you worry cause we know we'll get them back
Lost a million in the very first attack
Don't you worry cause we know we'll get them back

. . .


Action!

I had a dream on a back lot
And saw my life like a long shot
Of smiling faces in a picture parade
Of all the stills from the films that you made
That we would see in the Essoldo
After drinking coffee at the (G.O. condo? Giocondo?)

Elstree, remember me?
I had a part in a B movie
I played a man from history
Elstree, I look at me
Now I work for the BBC
Life is not what it used to be

I took no dives in the fight scene
I had a stuntman keep my suit clean
There's no technology to fake up a song
They stop the orchestra if you get it wrong

Elstree, remember me?
I had a part in a B movie
I played a man from history
Elstree, I look at me
Now I work for the BBC
Life is not what it used to be

Elstree

They made a field into a war zone
I beat the enemy on my own
All the bullets just went over my head
There's no reality and no one dead in

Elstree, remember me?
I had a part in a B movie
I played a man from history

Elstree
Elstree
Elstree
Elstree
Elstree

Cut!

. . .


All of those wild American bilinguals
Who'll talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives
School days and last days out there in the Midwest
They climb on the liners to rejoin their wives

Walking down boulevards electric eyes
Would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size
Let them be lonely and say you don't care

Astroboy... (I'm watching the proles on parade)
Astroboy... (I'm watching the proles on parade)

Ulla with blond hair
Would stand by your side
And the friends who were hungry
Could swallow your pride
Chromium headsets, their video screens
Would show pictures of helplessness
Old kings and queens

Radio stations that fade as in dust
All their transmitters are crumbling with rust
Let them be broken and say you don't care

Astroboy... (I'm watching the proles on parade)
Astroboy... (I'm watching the proles on parade)
Astroboy... (I'm watching the proles on parade)
Let them be broken and say you don't care
Astroboy... (I'm watching the proles on parade)

. . .


Down, down, they pause and walk away
Even in the streets your feet don't move
See their faces through the Perspex
Turn to stare back up at you
You--your eyes are green and mine are blue
In the subway darkness I am watching you

Oh, my, my, you are so sci-fi,
Please will you let me ride?

Johnny, riding on the monorail
Johnny, riding on the monorail
Monorail

You--you know that life is terminal,
It's the Paris Pullman in your mind again
Eyes like cameras move their lenses
Take this dream I offer you

Johnny, riding on the monorail
Johnny, riding on the monorail
Johnny, riding on the monorail

All we cannot see we call invisible
Tracks that move on pylons through the sky

Oh, my, my, you are so sci-fi
Please will you let me ride?

Johnny riding on the monorail
Johnny riding on the monorail
Johnny riding on the monorail

Johnny on the monorail
Johnny on the monorail
Johnny on the monorail
Johnny on the monorail (Johnny goes home...)
Johnny on the monorail (Johnny goes home...)
Johnny on the monorail

. . .


Island

[repeat]

. . .


On some lonely motorway
I was forced to spend the day
Services--I stop the car
Restaurant and in the bar

I lie right back and turn the radio on

Now for major surgery
I'll be you and you'll be me
Wonder what was in her mind
Was I really so unkind

To lie right back and turn the radio on

Technopop
Technopop
Technopop

Can we settle out of court
Loyalty cannot be bought
Effortlessly changing gear
Maybe this will all end here

I lie right back and turn the radio on

Technopop
Technopop
Technopop
Technopop

. . .


Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Monorail

Down, down to pause and walk away
Even in the streets your feet don't move
See their faces through the perspex
Turn to stare back up at you
You, your eyes are green and mine are blue
In the subway darkness I am watching you

Oh my, my, you are so sci-fi,
Please will you let me ride?

Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Monorail

You, you know that life is terminal
It's the Paris Pullman in your mind again
Eyes like cameras move their lenses
Take this dream I offer you
All we cannot see we call invisible
Tracks that move like pylons through the sky

Oh my, my, you are so sci-fi
Please will you let me ride?

Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail
Jo-jo-jo-jo... riding on the monorail

Aaahh...

Goodbye Johnny Rascal

. . .


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