Video 23 Minutes Over Brussels de Alan Vega 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alan Vega - 23 Minutes Over Brussels Lyrics

Puis-je vous annoncer le prochain concert de [?] Mink DeVille au Théâtre 140. Et Gerry Rafferty le vingt-quatre. [?] Gerry Rafferty. [?] dans la salle. Et on commence tout de suite par Suicide!
1. "Ghost Rider"
[ALAN VEGA, sung]
Ghost Rider motorcycle hero
Hey baby, baby, baby he's a-lookin' so cute
Sneaking around-round-round in a blue jump suit

Hey baby, baby, baby he's a-blazin' away
Like the stars, stars, stars in the universe

Ghost Rider

Hey baby, baby, baby he's a-screamin' the truth
America, America is killin' its youth
America, America is killin' its youth
America, America is killin’ its youth

America, America is killin' its youth

America, America is killin' its youth

Ghost Rider, ooh

[AUDIENCE]
[Mixed cheering and booing]

[MAN IN AUDIENCE, spoken]
It’s gonna be a hard night.​
2. "Rocket USA"
[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
This is our new song, it’s "Rocket USA"!
(sung)
Rocket rocket USA
Shooting on down the Highway
TV star riding around
Riding around in a killer's car

It's nineteen-hundred-and-78
It's doomsday, doomsday
It's doomsday, doomsday

[AUDIENCE]
[Booing]

[ALAN VEGA, sung]
Riding around, riding high
Riding around with my babe
Riding around in my Chevy '69
Speeding down the skyway

Hundred miles per hour
Gonna crash
Gonna die

Rocket rocket USA
Shooting on down, I'm on my way
Speeding down on the skyway
Speeding down on the skyway
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
Oh, you’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
Die, die, die, die, die, die

[AUDIENCE]
[Booing]

[ALAN VEGA, shouting]
I hate your fuckin’ guts!
(sung)
Rocket rocket USA
Shooting on down, I'm on my way

[AUDIENCE]
[Singing a different song]

[ALAN VEGA, sung]
Speeding on down the skyway
Speeding on down the skyway

[AUDIENCE]
[Booing, chanting "Elvis"]
[MAN IN AUDIENCE 1, spoken]
What are they saying?

[MAN IN AUDIENCE 2, spoken]
"Elvis."
3. "Cheree"
[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
This is a love song for ya from New York City. It’s about a lady that lives over there. Her name is Cheree. I want you all to dance.​
(sung)
Oh Cheree, Cheree
(spoken)
Get up. What are you sitting there for? Don’t start that shit!

(sung)
Cheree, Cheree
Oh baby
Cheree, Cheree
Oh baby
Cheree, Cheree
Oh I love you, yeah I love you
Cheree, Cheree, ooh, oh baby, ooh, mmm
Oh baby, Cheree, Cheree, ooh, ooh
Oh baby

Cheree, Cheree
I love you, I do
Cheree, Cheree, oh baby
[?]

Cheree, Cheree
Oh I love you
Oh baby
Cheree, Cheree
Oh baby

Cheree, Cheree
[?]

I love you
I love you
I love you
Cheree, Cheree

[AUDIENCE]
[Mixed booing and cheering]

[MAN IN AUDIENCE, shouting]
Yeah! Hey! Yeah! ...Yeah!

[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
Anybody got a cigarette? Oh you can’t smoke, that’s right. What a fuckin’ drag, you can’t smoke, huh? Alright for the man with the cigarette.​

[MAN IN AUDIENCE, spoken]
It's hard to say. [?] this thing. Just play it by ear.​
4. "Dance"
[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
Now listen, for this one get up man, this is a song called "Dance." Just dance, stand up.​ Yeah, you gotta dance, y’know

[WOMAN IN AUDIENCE, spoken]
I love it!

[ALAN VEGA, sung]
Yeah you gotta dance
Yeah you gotta dance
All night long
Yeah [?] dance, yeah you gotta dance
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, let's go
You gotta dance all night long, all night long, all night long

Oh, you gotta dance, all night long, yeah
Come on, take my hand, somebody, alright
Yeah, swing it 'round, all night long
C'mon dance, c'mon, c'mon dance
Yeah you gotta dance, all night long
Yeah, take my hand, a-swing it 'round
You gotta dance

Yeah, you gotta dance, all night long
Yeah, you gotta dance
Yeah, you gotta dance, all night long
Dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance
Dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance
[?]
Dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance

[AUDIENCE]
[Mixed booing and cheering]

[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
We're all number one! [?], about Frankie.​

[AUDIENCE]
[Chanting "Elvis"]
5. "Frankie Teardrop"
[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
This is about somebody just like all you, every one of you!
(sung)
Frankie Teardrop
20 year old Frankie

[AUDIENCE]
[Cheering loudly]

[MAN IN AUDIENCE 1, spoken]
What happened?

[MAN IN AUDIENCE 2, spoken]
They took his mic.​
​
[WOMAN IN AUDIENCE, spoken]
What happened?​

[AUDIENCE]
[Booing]

[WOMAN IN AUDIENCE, spoken]
They took the mic?​

[AUDIENCE]
[Chanting "Elvis"]

[Music cuts off]

[AUDIENCE]
[Mixed cheering and booing]

[PROMOTER, spoken]
Can we have our microphone back, otherwise there is no show, there's no...

[AUDIENCE]
[Booing]

[PROMOTER, spoken]
...not possible.​

[ALAN VEGA, spoken]
Hey listen, we’re just fuckin' a bunch of poor musicians like every one of you, man, we’d like to have that microphone back, otherwise this show won’t go on. Please? Please! Ah, fuck you, man! It ain't gonna do you no good.​

[ALAN VEGA, sung a capella]
20 year old Frankie
Working in a factory
From seven to five
He’s just trying to survive
Let’s hear it for Frankie
Frankie, Frankie
Frankie, Frankie

[AUDIENCE]
[Booing]

[ALAN VEGA, shouted]
Shut the fuck up! This is about Frankie!

[Microphone thud, Alan Vega and Martin Rev leave the stage]

[AUDIENCE]
[Loud cheering]