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The Cars
The Cars


Background information
Origin Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.
Genre(s) Pop Rock
Pop
New Wave
Hard Rock
Rock
Years active 1976—present
Label(s) Elektra Records
Rhino Records
Warner Music Group
Associated acts Creedence Clearwater Revisited
Ric Ocasek
Benjamin Orr
DMZ
The Modern Lovers
The New Cars
Website Website
Members
Ric Ocasek
Greg Hawkes
Elliot Easton
David Robinson
Former members
Benjamin Orr



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The Cars Album


Panorama (1980)
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I'm going to get what's coming to me
No surprises, no impressions
Hey, what's wrong with you tonight
Just sitting on your can can
Doing the panoram
With nothing to comtemplate
With nothing to search for
With nothing to integrate
With nothing to do
Except think about you
With nothing to do
Except fall for blue
I just want to be in your panorama
I just want to be in your panorama
I'm going to take what's coming to me
No entanglements and no compromise
Get the picture, I'm on my knees
Looking at your hot shot
Turning down your offer
Well I'm ripping it up
I'm looking away
I'm pulling my flag up
I'm miles away
With nothing to do
Except think about you
I just want to be in your panorama
I just want to be in your panorama
I'm going to find my way out of here
No pushing the buttons
No deals with daddy-o
I'm going to get myself in trouble
And I'll take my chances
If I break your bubble

. . .


All I need is what you've got
All I'll tell is what you're not
All you know is what you hear
I get this way when you come near

Then I know it's gone too far
Oh, oh, I touched your star
And it felt so right
Like the hush of midnight
Until you said
With me it's touch and go

All I need is you tonight
I'm flying like a cement kite
In your headlock on the floor
Who could ever ask for more

All I want is you tonight
I guess that dress does fit you tight
And how that look does make me shake
It almost looks too good to take

. . .


I wanna shake like Liguardia
Magic mouth in the sun
Train ride to the courtyard
Before you can run
Down at the end of Lonely Street
Where no one takes a walk
Someone lyin' at your feet
And someone's gettin' off

Just gimme some slack, yeah
Just gimme some slack
Just gimme, slack
That's all I want is slack

The seven floors of walkup
The odor musted cracks
And the peeping keyhole introverts
With the monkeys on their backs

And the rooftops strung with frauleins
The pastel pinned up sails
The eighteen color roses
Against your face so pale

A just gimme some slack, that's right
Uh gimme some slack
Gimme, slack, oo yeah
All I want is slack

I wanna float like Euripides
All visions intact
I'm alright with Fellini fiends
A trippin' over the track

Down at the end of Lonely Street
Where no one takes a chance
Someone's in the cheap light
Someone wants to dance

Just gimme some slack, that's right
All I want is slack
Oh, gimme, slack
All I want is slack

Gimme, slack
slack
Slack
Sssslack
Slack

. . .


It's my party, you can come
It's my party, have some fun
It's my dream, have a laugh
It's my life, have a half

Don't tell me no

It's my transition, it's my play
It's my phone call to betray
It's my hopscotch, light the torch
It's my downtime, feel the scorch

Don't tell me no

It's my ambition, it's my joke
It's my teardrop, emotional smoke
It's my mercy, it's my plan
I want to go to futureland

Don't tell me no

. . .


I don't want to be your party doll
All flaked out in Tinsel Town
Circus mouth shooting all directions
With T.V. ads that sell erections

I got no clue what they want to do with you
It's just getting through, getting through to you

Living outside the misdemeanor
Some get lost and some are screamers
It's easy to tell the great pretender
Broken wings and flip top fenders

I got no clue what they want to do with you
It's just getting through, getting through to you

I don't want to be your suffering box
Argue art or untie your knots
I don't want to be your bad connection
Or fit into your reality vision

I got no clue what they want to do with you
It's just getting through, getting through to you

. . .


I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny
I go through insantity, all they want is money
All these parties they get so habitual
The same sea of faces
Always pushin', always pullin'
Always in the races

I get cooled out
I get the come ons
I get rumbled
I get cru-u-umbled, yeah

I'm the american misfit kid
I'm still wonderin' what i did

I'm stiletto, so so sharp and i'm willin' to cut
Sometimes nebulous, well i'm ready to strut
Lost and frantic, new age romantic
I'm checkin' out the race
I never cared about what it meant
Always loved disgrace

I get rhythm
I get cornflakes
I get fast love
I get wasted, yeah

I'm the american misfit kid
Still wonderin' what i did
I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride
(i'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride)

I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny, ha
I live with absurdity, it's always warm and runny
And all these parties they get so ritual
Lonely hearts and aces
Always pushin', a-always pullin', always in the races

I get cooled out
I get the come ons
I get rumbled
I get cru-u-u-umbled, yeah

I'm the american misfit kid
I'm still wonderin' what i did
I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride

I'm the american misfit kid
I'm still wonderin' what i did
I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride

That's right

I get cooled out
I get the come ons
I get rumbled
I get cru-umbled

I get cornflakes
Fast love, wasted
(fade)

. . .


you were tryin' to be cute
and it didn't work out
you were tryin' to be charming
and it didn't come off
you were tryin' to be clever
a big waste of time
you were tryin' to get rough
but you're waiting in line

you can't make it with the down boys
they don't hear a word you say
you can't make it with the down boys
uh just stay out of their way

you were trying to be sharp
but they couldn't wait
you were trying to be eternal
but uh that didn't rate
you were tryin' to be smooth
you're rough on the edges
you were tryin' to be, hysterical
and I still ain't laughin'

you can't make it with the down boys
uh they don't hear a word you say
you can't make it with the down boys
just stay out of their way

you were tryin' to be in
but they left you out yelp
you were tryin' to be in
two different worlds
you were tryin' to be in
oscillation in shame
you were tryin' to be in
but you're lost in the game

you can't make it with the down boys
they don't hear a word you say
you can't make it with the down boys
uh just stay out of their way
stay out of their way
out of their way

you can't make it with the down boys
uh they don't hear a word you say
you can't make it with the down boys
just stay out of their way

. . .


you wear those eyes that never blink
you always were the missing link
you paint your mouth, you let me know
you really are the only show

just take your time
it's not too late
I'll be your mirror
you won't hesitate
I'm easy to be found
whenever you come down

you got that walk, you do the stroll
you make me lose my ground control
you got that look I can't resist
like something missing, never kissed

just take your time
(just take your time)
it's not too late
(it's not too late)

I'll be your mirror
(just take your time)
so you won't hesitate
I'm easy to be found
whenever you come down

you do the pogo without the bounce
you got the name I can't pronounce
you fall in love (you fall in love) you like the sting
you make believe (you make believe) it's everything

just take your time
(just take your time)
it's not too late
(it's not too late)
I'll be your mirror
(just take your time)
so you won't hesitate
I'm easy to be found
whenever you come down

(just take your time)
(it's not too late)
(REPEAT)

. . .


I'm comin' around
I want you to come
I'm comin' arou-ound
Just for the fun

Havin' a real time
Just taking what's not mine
And I'm doin' what I want to do

That's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
(Runnin' to you)
That's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
That's (runnin' to you) runnin' to you

You're lookin' for someone
Maniacal shots
You're lookin' for someone
All over the top

I'm havin' a real time
Just reading your head-line
And I'm doin' just what I want to do

That's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
(Runnin' to you) runnin' to you
That's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
(Runnin' to you)

You're hopin' for someone
That fits in the plan
You're hopin' for someone
Two in the hand

Havin' a real time
Just taking what's not mine
And I'm doin' what I like to do

That's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
(Runnin' to you)
A runnin' a runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
That's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)

Uh that's runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
(Runnin' to you) runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you) runnin' runnin' runnin' to you
Runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)

I like runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
(Runnin' to you) runnin' runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you)
I like runnin' to you
(Runnin' to you) runnin' runnin' runnin' to you

. . .


Do you have to be so hard to get
Especially with those emerald eyes
You might have been a neon lover
But you didn't have to advertise

Well come on, well come on
You might have been a crackshot shooter
Hung up on your figurine
Under the cold and darkly sky
You're the only light I've seen

CHORUS
Well come on, well come on
And it happens everytime
I'm still hanging on the line
Don't want to go up and down

You don't have to be so touch
I'll tell you when I've had enough
You don't have to reek with charm
You won't have to twist my arm
Well come on, well come on

CHORUS

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