Bauhaus

Songs

1.David Jay 2.Peter Murphy 3.Kevin Haskins 4.Daniel Ash Antonin Artaud Bela Lugosi's Dead Boys Burning From The Inside Crowds Dancing Dark Entries Departure Dive Double Dare Ear Wax God In An Alcove God In An Alcove II Hair Of The Dog Harry	Here's The Dub Hollow Hills Honeymoon Croon Hope In Fear Of Dub In Fear Of Fear In The Flat Field Kick In The Eye 2 Kingdom's Coming King Volcano Lagartija Nick Mask Muscle In Plastic Nerves Of Lillies And Remains Passion Of Lovers Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores	Satori Scopes She's In Parties Slice Of Life Small Talk Stinks Spy In The Cab Stigmata Martyr St. Vitus Dance Telegram Sam Terror Couple Kill Colonel The Man With The X-Ray Eyes The Sanity Assassin Untitled Wasp Who Killed Mr. Moonlight? Ziggy Stardust

Dark Entries Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what? what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues Girating through some lonesome devils row Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey Of walking money checks possessing holes He often sleekly offers his services Exploitation of his finer years Work with loosely woven fabrics Of lonely office clerks Any lay suffices his dollar green eye

Double Dare I dare you, to be real. To touch a flickering flame. The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright. Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despire For bureaucracy, hypocracy - all liars I dare I dare I dare - You - You

In The Flat Field A gut pull drag on me Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multy reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odorous whim Calmer eye-flick-shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace of pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The card is lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field. Let me catch the slit of light For a maidens sake On a maiden flight In the flat field I do get bored Replace with Piccadilly whores In my yearn for some cerebral fix Transfer me to that solid plain Hammer me into blazen pain Moulding shapes no shame to waste Moulding shapes no shame to waste And drag me there with deafening haste.

God In An Alcove Go and look for the dejected once proud Idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look it soon hath slithered To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad His nourishment extract from his subjects That mass production profile. He's a God - in - in an alcove. Once he spread the rain So they dreamt in vain Once he spread the wheat Had made garlands for his feet Until the lily poet of our times Horizoned on the line Love became the in theme then Opposing fakers thrice by ten Don't perceive his empty plea That redundant effigy. He's a God - in - in an alcove. Take in view his empty stool What's left is satin cool Clawing adornment for his crimes They saw they had to draw the line So they sent him far away So they sent him far away To a little alcove To a little alcove All alone. He's a God, a God. Now I am silly Now I am silly Silly, silly, silly, silly, Silly.

Dive We're going down We're going down We're going down To the kamikaze dive Fishnet leatherette Pussy Galore Psuedo sumo wrestler On the door Dangerous dances The dragons claw K-Tel oriental The monkey's paw. You're a dead ringer For Madame Butterfly Snappy little fingers Stitch my thigh You're so necromantic Venomous and vain Mixing molotov cocktails In the subterrain. We're going down to the kamikazi dive Like insects in a Chinese lantern now We're feeling so alive, what's showing? We're going down to the kamikazi dive. Like manic moths in Chinese lanterns now We're feeling so alive, what's showing?

Spy In The Cab Hidden in the dashboard The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cats eyes Its sick function to pry The spy in the cab. Coldly observing - Callously reserving A drivers time Automated autonomy Playing on his mind The spy in the cab. The spy in the cab. An eye for an eye A spy for an eye An eye for an eye A spy for a spy. A twenty four hour unblinking watch Installed to pry Installed to cop The spy in the cab The spy in the cab The spy in the cab. I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my Little eye spy with my little I spy ..... spy ..... spy.

Small Talk Stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks See the young man in his new gown Talking up to his bouffant drag He says he loves you with flowers Something that he's never had A sentence should be like a serpent Quick with a sting in its tail String me a line that has meaning and depth There's no small talk with walky talkies Small talk stinks. I said it stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks. You whisper sweet nothings chit-chat-back-chat There's no idle gossip in braille Taking combs three times an day Twice an hour Indentikit cute lips from wall to wall Stand in line for the photo call See the young man in his new gown Talking up to his bouffant drag Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks.

St. Vitus Dance Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding The idea was simple for a decent overloading And for a multiple flash with no chords attached He came up with a more remote flash trigger It's connected to an accessory in his hip Which automatically fires in perfect synchro But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle They call it the dance It's the St. Vitus dance Such flexibility What an accessory See his soft bounce What flexibility Such a soft bounce What an accessory. And for special effects he has six filters Three coloured red with the others pilfered And if you really want to know what that means He could throw a blue flash from eighty five feet Of course you might want to check out your own little output So we devised a few simple and easy to crack contortions So you can bump and scrape all the day through With the dance, it's the St. Vitus dance, the St. Vitus dance Such flexibility, what an accessory, such a soft bounce What flexibility, such a soft bounce, check his hot shoe, feel his output He's a light machine, see his angle He's a light machine.

Stigmata Martyr In a crucifixation ecstasy Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me. Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look to your crimson orifice In holy rememberance In scarlet bliss. Stigmata Martyr

Nerves Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if? What if? Nerves. Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses Brittle spittle sparks you are defenceless The fabric of dreams is ripped apart As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger In your pumping heart Nerves. Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel

Telegram Sam (marc bolan) Telegram Sam You're my main man Golden nose slim I know, I know where you been Purple, purple pie Pete His lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man I say Bobby's alright Well he's a natural-born poet He's just outta sight I say Jungle-faced Jake I say make no mistake About Jungle-faced Jake Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man I say Bobby's alright He's a natural-born poet He's just outta sight I said automatic shoes Give me 3-D vision And the California blues Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man Main man, main man Telegram Sam I'm a howlin' wolf for you Telegram Sam You're my main man

Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores (john cale) Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of All sorts of Untidy whores Came from next door Came from next door But some men are chosen from the rest But their disappointment runs with their guests Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden But their choice don't seem to matter They got swollen breasts and lips that putter And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter Is just a little parasitic scream of whores Screaming whores In the rosegarden funeral of sores Virgin Mary was tired So tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints In the In the Rosegarden Rosegarden funeral of sores

Terror Couple Kill Colonel Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel His eyes were heavy He carried a card One couple questioned The others discharged Terror couple kill colonel In his West German home Three shots from three feet Dragged himself to the phone Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel And as he lay there Playing games with his pain He felt his choice of job Was such a mistake He could have been a doctor In a soft easy chair Instead he chose three stars A territorial affair Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel In his West German Home In his West German Home In his West German Home

Scopes Scopes Scopes Scopes Scopes Electroscope Galvanascope Hydroscope Polemescope Telescope Microscope Sizemoscope Periscope Polariscope Kaleidoscope Stethoscope The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopes

Untitled The night the ? Ring a ring of rosies A pocket full of posies A tissue A tissue (sneeze)

God In An Alcove II Go and look for the dejected once proud Idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look it soon hath slithered To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad His nourishment extract from his subjects That mass production profile. He's a God - in - in an alcove. Once he spread the rain So they dreamt in vain Once he spread the wheat Had made some garlands for his feet Until the lily poet of our times Horizoned on the line Love became the in theme then Opposing fakers thrice by ten Don't perceive his empty plea That redundant effigy. He's a God - in - in an alcove. Take in view his empty stool What's left is satin cool Clawing adornment for his crimes They saw they had to draw the line So they sent him far away So they sent him far away To a little alcove To a little alcove All alone. He's a God, a God. Now I am silly Now I am silly So silly Silly, silly, silly, silly, Silly.

Crowds What do you want of me What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip you up and down For you I came to forsake Lay wide despise and hate I sing you my demented songs For you and your stimulations Take what you can of me Rip what you can off me And this I'll say to you And hope that it gets through You worthless bitch You fickle shit You will spit on me You will make me spit And when the Judas howl arise And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize I'll still be here as strong as you And I'll walk away in spite of you And I'll walk away Away Walk away Walk away Walk away Walk away Walk away...

Hair Of The Dog The man who was mortally wounded in war Kept on fighting The man who was cut to the quick by love Kept on loving The man who was mercilessly tortured by thoughts Kept on thinking The man who was crippled with concern Kept on caring kept on caring Hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog that turned Hair of the dog The man whose eyes were sore from obscenities Kept on looking The man whose heart bled, killed by compassion Kept on feeling The man whose legs buckled under exertion Kept on running The man whose ears rang with the sound of his own name Kept on listening Hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog that turned Hair of the dog

Passion Of Lovers She had nut painted arms That were hers to keep And in her fear She sought cracked pleasures The passion of lovers is for death said she Licked her lips And turned to feather And as I watched from underneath I came aware of all that she keep The little foxes so safe and sound They were not dead They'd gone to ground The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death She breaks her heart Just a little too much And her jokes attract the lucky bad type As she dips and wails And slips her banshee smile She gets the better of the bigger to the letter The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death

Of Lillies And Remains In the marbled reception hall, i received a three band gold ring, from Mark. A token of esteem. Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. A wind rushes through hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, No. 13. Barely concealed but hopeful Blackout Blackout! I will climb this high wall In remembrance of Clancy To regain or re-earn my life As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago, The wall has many holes And many foot pieces to fasten to. The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance My penance and my task I did it once and they wondered Yet I need to go, once more around Up breathtakingly Across rigidly Down easily - and foolishly I endeavoured again To climb the wall in vain And capture back my chain Of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains

Dancing Dancing on hot tiles Dancing on tender-hooks Dancing down church aisles Dancing on holy books Dancing on hallowed ground Dancing Nyjinsky style Dancing with the lost and found Dancing on rock'n'roll's grave Dancing on burning coals Dancing on 'Jesus saves' Dancing with old scratch soul Dancing on flick knives Dancing a stiletto groove Dancing our nine lives away Dancing in the Louvre Dancing in catacombs Dancing in tuxedo drag Dancing in dark rooms Dancing on all your flags Dancing in the Vatican Dancing on the papal gown Dancing on the taxman Dancing on the crown We're dancing to the dark side of this tune We're dancing to the dark side of this tune

Hollow Hills Ancient earth work, fort and barrow Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills That music hold, and Oberon fill Is surely recommended not For fear of death, in fear of rot Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Baleful sunds and wild voices ignored Ill luck, disaster, the one reward Violated sanctity of supermen's hills So sad, love lies there still, so sad - so sad Hollow hills, hollow hills Witches too, and goblin too and speckled sills Lament, repent, oh mortal you So sad, so sad fade!...

Kick In The Eye 2 And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for satori The kick in the eye I am the end of reproduction Given no direction Every care is taken In my rejection Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Every care is taken With my rejection And my abduction To my addiction Every care is taken With my protection And my abduction From my addiction Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye

In Fear Of Fear You fear the lesson And fear to walk And fear to pass on Your fear to talk The teacher was feared Your parents too Then you became The fear of you Look to yourself Climb over the wall And see behind That you're not so small Then you won't blame fear When competing's too much As you fall on your back As you fail to touch And I say to you When your fear is strong When you fear your life Then your fear is wrong Set free your past So shredding the skin Then you won't fear The fear of sin Fear

Muscle In Plastic Be like a dog Lay float on my back Pull my feet off the ground Let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose I preach for the praise Can't laugh so I gaze Like a bad offset I'm just counting the days I'm a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing, nothing to lose Sonar blips on my arms My head's increased Just a hotel inmate I'm the lover deceased I'm the latent impression of a dancer's leg I like faking persuasion And laying my bed I'm a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose

The Man With The X-Ray Eyes Shoes that no man would want to wear Wipe away the night's last cold stare Red fist curled round the house Wash away boy Shelly's shoes (Wash) Chocolate power is so crisp The atomic open house is really here And we have gone so desperate Your power know no bounds And heavier with time Are our shoes That no man would want to wear New tread wipes a wet road so dry - It stings Into the borrowed course Under the dreadful birds Under the singing soil And all those guilty clouds I have seen too much Wipe away my eyes Too much

Mask The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes From the growth underneath the closed mouth You'll catch if you listen Rack trapped cubist vowels From a dummy head expression From a dummy head expression The transformation is invested With the mysterious and the shameful While the thing I am becomes something else Part character part sensation The shadow is cast Etc......

In Fear Of Dub No lyrics

Ear Wax Hazy four o'clock shadows Commence the seance Nine lives on the spirits 'Til the desert suns prevail In every scream eternal Locks out boredom forever Paints your fishes black It's so exciting Separate hearts Midnight Midnight close Almost crying Underneath the vine Fly like the jet The tan and white Evening I hear whistling In my ear wax Seven shapes Black

Harry Well hello pretty woman You're looking good With a yellow dot skirt And you're swaying hah You look as though you've ate your one last meal Your conceit is all that's left You can sing a spiel You used to hide away in kiosk land Let's find you out and loosen up You're so upset Making coffee for the poor machines Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some hah Well they're as stiff as New York With the right wing lights And the babies get for real if the group is right Following her swallowing some two-tone pills They said he's looking crazy but he's so well built You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be Harree aee ah Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to But he's seen shadows up upon that ball Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead... Your mother father brother sister too Natural best All the best go on you I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some (Harree aee ah) Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la

1.David Jay 2.Peter Murphy 3.Kevin Haskins 4.Daniel Ash 1. David Jay She blamed him for stoking up controversy In a dreamworld It's a long way down from Heaven's gate In the absence of a jury The case continues White lies Seal his bitter fate The case continues The case continues The case continues 2. Peter Murphy Take a fish And a potato Hold the fish And the potato In your hand In your hand Put the potato In the fish Make it digest it Smash it up Smash it up Smash it up Smash it up This is how you make fishcakes This is how one makes fishcakes Smash it up Poke it up Fishcakes Fishcakes Fishcakes Fishcakes Put it down the fish Put it down the fish Throw it against the wall Stamp on the fish Fishcakes Fishcakes Fishcakes Fishcakes Throw it on the wall Smash it on the wall Throw it on the wall Smash it on the wall Fishcakes Fishcakes 3. Kevin Haskins Do you always keep drumsticks on the piano? Take it easy Avoid risks And if possible, stay at home Not only is trouble very difficult But your are advised of staying off ladders For there may be the danger of performance There is a lot of stress and strain Both at work, and at home But we know Tomorrow is another day 4. Daniel Ash Naturally enough The others have been doing their utmost to match this performance This is something people get when they continually drink whiskey I can't drink I hardly eat these days Ok, that's fine

Satori No lyrics

She's In Parties Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik & Drinks The graveyerd scene The golden years She's in parties, it's in the can She's in parties, it's in the can Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads under silent wigs Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door She's in parties, it's in the can She's in parties, it's in the can Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik & Drinks Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads, lights and powder It's patently obvious She's in parties, it's in the can Hot lines under a rain of drums Cigarette props in action Dialogue dub, now here's the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties, it's in the can

Antonin Artaud The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid pealing soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks Hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic Red fix One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artoud lived with his neck placed Firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain Limbs in cramps contorted 'The theatre and its double' The void and the aborted Those Indians wank on his bones...

Wasp No lyrics

King Volcano Overshadowed by her sister Pretty girl would scream King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight? Consider green lakes And the idiocy of clocks Someone shot nostalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence A broken arrow in a bloody pool The wound in the face Of midnight proposals Someone shot nostalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile All our dreams have melted down We are hiding in the bushes From dead men Doing Douglas Fairbank stunts All our stories burnt Our films lost in the rushes We can't paint any pictures As the moon had all our brushes Extracting wasps from stings in flight Who killed Mr. Moonlight? Who killed Mr. Moonlight In the shadow of his smile Who killed Mr. Moonlight In the shadow of his smile

Slice Of Life Her gaze hit the side of mine So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's the difference' Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light 'What's the difference' Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' Shivering under lampposts Shivering under glass You're standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last 'What's the difference' Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones 'What's the difference' So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life' 'I am your slice of life'

Honeymoon Croon Honeymoon croon tonight Sew my sock tonight I say who's on the tiles tonight Lurking lipstick fickle fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, PAR AVION Certificate X tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight Sew my sock tonight - tonight It's getting [vibes], the gun's still warm ?? casking, used too fond Turns out to be an old trip during her Seedier service Seedier service She insists on tying down After the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar She preys in dockland He asks to see her hidden side She, the colour of his money Colour of his money Honeymoon croon tonight Sew my sock tonight I say who's on the tiles tonight I say honeymoon Marylin's fading fast, better get straight The catch from the sidewalk's in a state The sound of footsteps - mummy's here I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear Better fix her drink tonight - bed time's come Must blot out this urge to use my gun Honeymoon tonight Croon croon tonight Honeymoon croon tonight Sew my sock tonight I say who's on the tiles tonight I say honeymoon Honeymoon Honeymoon tonight

Kingdom's Coming Madness in the wind's got something to say It ripped you apart It will always be that way It said Kingdom's coming, causes chaos Will cut to pieces The film you saw today With your big bad secret Your crown of thorns You want for nothing, nothing at all Just look back, back again You wanted all, but it's on the run The sky will open soon, could be today Your kingdom's coming, coming this way Can't take it easy now Can't turn back Forget your bastard ego Get it off - your back It's too late now Can't turn back Your kingdom came today

Burning From The Inside Running without aim Through the razor reeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make the point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near the atmosphere I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore

Hope Your mornings will be brighter Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no Your mornings will be brighter Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no...

Lagartija Nick Move his way Nice and Slow Paint it all black Let the humorous glow He feels like sacher-masoch And the fire below Is licking at his lips Crack the whip Come on crack the whip Crack the whip Swallowing flames Sinking in the snow He enjoys feeling pain He enjoys peeling slow Lagartija Nick It's no dumb show Your name's on his whip Crack the whip Come on crack A code of play A nocturn rite In the cruel garden of dark delights Sixteen cages crawl in line Desire is a heady wine Come on crack Come on crack Crack the All in pain It's no dumb show Fire below Is licking at his lips Swallowing flame Crack

Here's The Dub She's in parties She's in parties She's in parties She's in parties Hot lines under a rain of drums Cigarette props in action Dialogue dub, now here's the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties (This'll be good)

Departure He was in his room, half awake, half asleep The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace outwithstood its vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already disintegrated [radius] You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses and protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the wild forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepit babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabetics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he would move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visions blinded

The Sanity Assassin Sinister echoes clutching at straws Letterboxes screaming You try to pin him to the wall You end up on the ceiling Locked in a dome The shadows flicker by He's the madcap pusher Delerium, the drug he's dealing He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness He's the sniper in the hills Hiding in the holes in your head He's the poison in your punch The razor in your bed Hanging on a picture Eyelid needle and thread You empty yourself once again But he's always one step ahead He whispers in your ear Was it nothing that you said? He's walking in your sleep now He keeps your fat paranoia well fed He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The Sanity Assassin Stays up all night stalking The Sanity Assassin Picks off victims like flies The Sanity Assassin Lets his fingers do the walking The Sanity Assassin The crack shot between your eyes He's got you in his sights He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness

Bela Lugosi's Dead White on white translucent black capes Back on the back Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The Count Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead Undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Bela's undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Oh Bela Undead

Boys We tried to fly Is it so high We don't think so We don't think so Are we looked at Are we set back? Can we fake him Emulate him? Time is breaking Changing faking Grind us up now Not too hard now Features so fine Rouge and eyeline Things I fancy Just like Nancy Fashions alter Often falter Crypso's out now No more fights now Make-up's taking Lots of shaving On my eyelash You sure it don't clash Slim-line trousers Facial powders Flooding my mind You sure there's no lines Eye me up now Pamper me now Please don't pass by Or I shall cry

Ziggy Stardust (David Bowie cover) Ziggy played guitar Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders From Mars He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man Then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do Like some cat from Japan He could lick 'em by smiling He could leave them to hang Came on so loaded man Well hung and snow-white tan So where were the Spiders While the flies tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands Ziggy played for time Jiving us that we were voodoo But the kids were just crass He was the nazz, with God-given ass He took it all too far But boy, could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band Now Ziggy played guitar

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