Undone you say
As if a sorry thing
If there was an undoing
Of you to be
What cause to bring
An opening heart
A craven soulless ring
A valencian bell
No passing of the lote tree
Undone and away with you
You long road wither flaunt
Your pearls bouncing plasticine
A knowledge ever to haunt
They all wanna be something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
Better money
Better get her
Better lover
Better not
Too much luck
Too much conceit
Give me one religion
It's too much
too much passion, information
Too much selfish
Too much fake
Too much computer
Too much to take
It's too much
Too much effort
Too much pig
Too much control, control
It's too much
They all wanna be something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
Better money
Better get her
Better lover
Better not
Really, a better human
It's too much
It's too much
Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers
Because the wind makes a mockery of men
Your soul becomes a fish
You swim in idle waters
And drink other fishes piss
Your soul feeds on fish
On piss, puss and men
Who in turn, become as you have become
A fish
No, not even that, but a symbol of fish
Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots
A ripple of life in tin
This tin could become your world too
So choose between this and water
Choose between tin and piss
Do you still feel thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Do you still feel
Thirsty
o gentlemen
swallow your prayers
because the wind makes a mockery of men
your soul becomes a fish
you swim in idle waters and drink other fishes piss
your soul feeds on fish
on piss, puss and men
who in turn, become as you have become,
a fish
no, not even that, but a symbol of a fish
hooked by the baby flesh of maggots
a ripple of life in tin
this tin could become your world too
so choose between this and water
choose between tin and piss
do you still feel thirsty now
are you thirsty now
are you thirsty now
do you still feel
thirsty
it'll take you to the top
and out to the edge
shoot up needles through your blood
lay ice under your sledge
shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
adrenaline, adrenaline
shift, crank, adrenaline
it'll put you through your paces
kickstart your heart
push you to the limit
make the finish just the start
shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
adrenaline
a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline
a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline
it'll save the life of a junkie
closing on death
counteract the poison
give him back his breath
shift, shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
adrenaline
a-a-a-drenaline, woah-ohhhh
a-a-a-drenaline, a-a-a-adrenaline
pushing flesh and marrow
kicking bone and blood
boosting up the cell count
as the burning (?) is flood
adrenaline, adrenaline
shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
a-a-a-drenaline, shift, crank
a-a-a-drenaline, pull
Consider green lakes
And the idiocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence
And all our colors have run
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 Fairbanks' 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
(lou reed)
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
There are tins
There was pork
There are legs
There are sharks
There was john
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
They're in you
Then there was you
Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you
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
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
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 bigger of the better 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
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come
Out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks
So good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my
Window so bright
I see the stars
Come out tonight
I see the bright
And hollow sky
Over the city's
Ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight
chorus
Singing la la la la
La-la-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la-la
La la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and
Hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine
So bright
Stars made for us tonight
O the passenger
How how he rides
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the sign and
Hollow sky
He sees the stars
Come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made
For you and me
All of it was made for
You and me - 'cause it
Just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and
See what's mine
chorus
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window inside
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright
Hollow sky
He sees the city
Sleep at night
He sees the stars
Come out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride
And ride and ride
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 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
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
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by lunatic and drinks
The graveyard 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 lunatic and drinks
Freeze frame, screen kiss
Hot heads, lights and power
It's patently obvious
She's in parties
It's in the can
She's in parties
It's in the can
Hot lines under a rain of drum
Cigarette props in action
Dialogue dub, now heres the rub
She's acting her reaction
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 lunatic and drinks
Freeze frame, screen kiss
Hot heads, lights and power
It's patently obvious
She's in parties
It's in the can
She's in parties
It's in the can
She's in parties
She's in parties
Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes 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
Delirium 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 poison
The razor in your head
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
Let his fingers do the walking
The sanity assassin
The crack shot between your eyes
He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness
Assassin
He's the poison in your poison
He's the poison in your poison
Drops a capsule in your drink
And drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with
Drops a capsule in your drink
Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my one arm injured
And the sweat stained billowous murk
From my last cold turkey attack
I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
The can or sterno red
I wait, and I wait, spread eagled half dead
Waiting for my man
(Waiting for my man)
Waiting for my man
(Waiting for my man)
Waiting for my man
(Waiting for my man)
Waiting for my man
I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall
For the black man's staccatto knock
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Off my back
Off my back
Off my back
(feldman/goldstein/gottehrer)
Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed
There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day
Trying to earn some money so I can go and play
In the night time
I said night time
It's the night time
Oh that's the right time
I want to be with you in the night time
I come home from work now I'm tired and I'm beat
Trying to make some supper but I can't have any heat
I jump in the shower wash the world off my back
I'm going to get my baby that's a natural fact
In the night time
I said night time
It's the night time
Oh that's the right time
I want to be with you in the night time
Move a little closer let me whisper in your ear
Just turn your radio up and you'll hear what I'm saying
Half a million people with nothing to say
Running round in circles they're just living their days
Stick with me baby, I'll show you how to fly
We'll make some real music, watch the world go by
In the night time
I said night time
It's the night time
Oh that's the right time
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 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 muscle in plastic
nyjinski's bad move
just a white show piece
in the night in the chair
he sits there, he sits tight
no more cans, no more crime
see the place, see the time
you never know.
he walks light, don't know how
maybe now, in the night
oh, i know, yes i know
there's no chat
he's for show
you never know
sees the place and tries to get the time
he's slowly slipping into the slime
can't inject into his veins
blood and guff ooze out and stain
cares not that he really bleeds
death not hell is what he needs
sees the place, checks the time
some other place, some other time
you never know
slipping up and down his writhing side
his eyes begin to ponder pride
subjective pics of misled youth
before him lies the naked truth
undignified insignified- his wrist onto the razor slides
A gut pull drag on me
Into the casm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calme 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
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
Say whose on the tiles tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle
Marylin's on
Send her by air mail, paravion
Certificate of X-tacy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed
Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my socks tonight, tonight
The stranger arrives, the gun still warm
20 years to old used to form
Turns out to be an old trick
From her senior service, senior service
She insists on tying down
After the soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
She preys in dockland
He asked to see her hidden side
She, the color of his money, color of his money
Honeymoon croon tonight, sew my sock tonight
I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?"
I say, "Honeymoon"
Marylin's fading fast better get straight
The catch from the sidewalk is 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 comes
Must blot out this use my gun
Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?'
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's 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
oh classic gentlemen
say your prayers
to the wind of prostitution
to your faces, and rex complexes
riddle my breast
full of the oppressed puss.
o gentlemen, with your fish
that you surround, all around
and you man, will always point
your fishes at me.
but i will always exist
because i always exist
damn good too
the rat race begins
the fat face stings
i hold the fresh pink baby
with a smile.
i slice off those rosy cheeks
because i feel so thirsty
and oedipus rex complexes
... riddle my closed bloated breast.
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple questioned,
the other 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 jobs
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
telegram sam
telegram sam
you're my main man
golden nose slim
golden nose slim
i know's where you 'bin
purple pie pete
purple pie pete
your lips are like lightning
girls melt in the heat
telegram sam
you're my main man
telegram sam
you're my main man
bobby's alright
bobby's alright
he's a natural born poet
he's just out a sight
jungle faced jake
jungle faced jake
i said make no mistake
about jungle faced jake
automatic shoes
automatic shoes
give me 3d vision
and the california blues
me i funk but i don't care
i ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
telegram sam
Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind, of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss
Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes, at me
But I will always exist
Because I always exist
Damn good too
The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty
And Oedipus Rex complexes
out of her mouth it came as no surprise
lipstick stained and whipcream lies
i feel that if i had been uglier
it would have been easier
there it sat, blinked and spat
in a black feather hat
and the 'the rat'
(i now possess quasi success)
but she wants to be a better singer
swing the heartache
just for her sake
but she wants to be a better singer
swing the heartache
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,
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
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, hypocracyall liars
I dare
I dare
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 have withstood it's vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with the contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward deep with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is already destroyed again
You cannot share, the temperature is rising
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
An' 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 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 leafs
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil
The decrepit babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lost lovers
Never to their sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will 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 become sinister to him
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination
Another realization of this prophecy
ancient earthwork, fort and barrow
discreetly hide their secret abodes
the most fearful hide deep inside
and venture not there opon 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
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.
(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
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
so roll the tide
so i began the crossing
my throat burned dry
searching for satori
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
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
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
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 graves
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
The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days
He's seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiseled 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
Transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing I am becomes somethin' else
Part character, part sensation
The shadow is cast, the shadow is cast
The shadow is cast, the shadow is cast
The shadow is cast, the shadow is cast
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
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
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, like steel
Nerves like nylon, like steel
Nerves like nylon, 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, like steel
Nerves like nylon, like steel
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
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
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 flavor 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 lamp posts, shivering under glass
Your 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
Madness in the wind's got somethin' 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
It's your big bad secret
Your crown of thorns
You walk for nothin', nothin' at all
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream
King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean
King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean
Lonely people burn like candles
Only we are clean
Lonely people burn like candles
Wish your mornings will be brighter
Break the line, tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no
Wish your mornings will be brighter
Break the line, tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no
'Cause your mornings will be brighter
Break the line, tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the gray 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 a point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
Let's be near, let's be near the atmosphere
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the gray 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
Any more
Any more
Any more
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 is another mans meat
One man's agony, another mans treat
Artaud living with his neck
Placed firmly in the noose
Eyes black with pain
Limbs in cramps, contorted
The theater and its double
The void and the aborted
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
you're entering a pearl corridor
ending on your crimson spot
i become unconscious, saved
and just pursuing spirograph
with the zahra universes
hung in middle space
that i promise to be you
but was no such thing
i was saved, saved, saved
ooh, ooh
the world does not lie
the place of paradise
the people, the people lie
the people lie
one with your body
you are walking peace
what if things do not part
what if things do not part
part, ooh, ooh
saved, saved
you're entering a pearl corridor
lying on your crimson spot
i become unconscious
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 eye line
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
Severance
The birds of leaving call to us,
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight.
Overland
The winds of change consume the land,
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past.
When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust,
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways.
Indifference,
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come.
My heart is a black stone
A streaking mirror of unseen creatures
He had a milkness from the universe
Eighteen thousand feet, a black stone heart
My heart is a black stone
A moon clad night come with my darkness
I come with this darkness
And go away white, go away white
Silver wind and carcass, carcass and blue
Velocity endless, ooh
Silver wind and carcass, carcass and blue
Invisible too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh hey
Silver wind and carcass, carcass and blue
Velocity endless, ooh
Silver wind and carcass, carcass and blue
Invisible too
When my black is back
And the sea went out of sight
I go there with my darkness
And go away white
When my black is back
And the sea went out of sight
I go there with my darkness
And go away white
Go away white
And go away white
all we ever wanted was everything
all we ever got was cold
get up, eat jelly
sandwich bars, and barbed wire
squash every week into a day
the sound of drums is calling
the sound of the drum has called
flash of youth shoot out of darkness....
factorytown
following the silent hedges
needing some other kind of madness
looking into purple eyes
sadness at the corners
works of art with a minimum of steel
pure sensation
the beautiful down grade
going to hell again
going to hell again
self confidence leaks
from a thousand wounds
faults of civilisation
burning the private paradise of dreams
minus hands of the electric clock
clock
clock
clock
pure sensation
the beautiful down grade
going to hell again
going to hell again
again
again
Vagrant held my master's secret art
Oh, look at you
Loves me, loves me not
Loves me, loves me not
Loves me, loves me not
I?m sitting tight, I?m holding still
The flowers bite, the cobweb?s still
We walk in file, we stand in line
The drug is in and we did not
Since you?ve been so lonely
Pain will cease to tease you
Scars may not be ugly
A doll?s leg fits around you
Why is everybody burning sky
Misfit plug and chicken pie
Walk in file and dance in line
Straightedge tango sequins shine
The ground is steady, the stiff is stiff
The cobweb?s torn, the tide is tired
You?re so alone, you?re so awake
You wish, you?d never been awake
The knock goes off and the knock goes out
The city spills, there?s a lover who screams
The sickness fills when the night gets tough
You wish, you?d never been so so so skinny
Walk in line, dance in file
Sicking all night and working all day
Spin with fright when you?re finding no way
And the drums get dark in night or day
Sicking all night and working all day
See my granddad go
Walk in line, dance in file
Walk and dance in single file
Right up to the bread in here
Couldn?t find the bread in there
We couldn?t find the bread
And we couldn?t find the heart
And we worked so hard
We worked so heartbeat
If I look up there, if I look a fool
If I look up there, if I look a fool
Jack went up the, Jack came down the
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Jack came flying down the still
Jack, what?re you doing jack?
I don?t know, I?m back, oh no
I told you not to put on those trousers
Don?t put on the trousers
Don?t put on the trousers
Your dress is too starched
It?s too starched
You got a high class face today
You ought to have used nail polish
Lights out fast and sleep at night
Lights out fast and sleep at night
Turn the light out, get into bed
Cover yourself up
Your head, your head
Now 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 'em 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 bitched about his fans
And should we crush his sweet hands, oh
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, oh
Dark, no moon
Dark, moon
The moon sheds light when all is dark
The dog's reaction is to bark
Is that the moon's fault?
Tell me true
'Tis the dog's nature
So to do
The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog's a vapor
Belched by earth
The dog's a vapor
Belched by earth
Dark, dark, oh
There's something in you
'Tis the dog's nature
So to do
The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog's a vapor
There's something in you, oh, you
Belched by earth
The dog's a vapor
The dog's a vapor
Belched by earth, oh
There's something in you, in you, in you, in you
In you, in you, in you, you, in you
You, in you, you, in you, you, in you
tonight i could be with you
or waiting in the wings
lift your heart with soaring song
cut down the puppet strings
cut down the puppet strings
i wear a coat of drums
and dance upon your eyes
turn the tables upside down
change the lows to highs
change the lows to highs
i fill you up with butterflies
crown the heads of kings
be glad of first night nerves
for fear gives courage wings
fear gives courage wings
if i am on the sidelines
chances are you'll miss
wait alone and spotlit
for doctor theater's kiss
the stage becomes a ship in flames
i tie you to the mast
throw your body overboard
the spotlight doesn't last
the spotlight doesn't last
i could be with you
or waiting in the wings
lift your heart with soaring song
cut down the puppet strings
cut down the puppet strings
i may tap you on the shoulder
and whisper 'go' in red
strip your feet of lead my friend
strip your feet of lead
call the curtain
raise the roof
spirits on tonight
call the curtain
raise the roof
spirits on tonight
call the curtain
raise the roof
spirits on tonight
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 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
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine
You've got your good things, and I've got mine
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine
You've got your good things, and you've got mine
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
Cracks the whip
Come on, crack
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 names 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
Crack
All in pain, it's no dumb show
Fire below
Is licking at his lips
Who are you?
My card, pretty lady
'Devil May Care' music production, Beelzebub, president
I like your style, too bad you're not a singer
Oh, but I am, I am a singer
Hmm, no fooling
No, no listen
Fantastic, different
I want to be a star, oh, please
You've talked me into it, contract
Just our standard contract, nothing fancy
Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours
Your name in lights
Take your time, read it all
Oh, I give up, can I trust you?
Okay, I'll sign
Write, pen
Where's the ink?
We always use blood, it's more permanent
Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for dad?
Oh, for sure, I'll be back next year, come on, Wease
Next year? Oh wait, wait, stop, stop, I'll sign
What about a band?
I know a drummer
She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview
The interview circus is so absurd and so silly
How do you feel about your sudden success?
Well, I, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know
It's, it's like fabulous, lonely too, sometimes
Oh, that's nice
This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock
You're at the top now, sweetie
Yea, but where do I go from here?
Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain
No, I didn't mean that, wait
I've been waiting, now it's my turn
According to our contract, at precisely midnight
At the moment of her greatest triumph
The party of the first part, that's you
Agrees to render up her soul now and forever more
To the party of the second part, that's me
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
We put the clocks forward
We put the clocks back
The mirror is never fooled
It remains slow moving liquid cool
As we speed headlong into the berzah
Jinn stone of indians
Narkik and faded stars
The temperature is cold as clay
Ash on birthday cake a wine blushing bride
Stupefied our bad side's in decay
21st century boy
No fall out boy
No hallucination
Generation
Just International Bulletproof Talent
Groove riders
Join the underground
Groove riders
With the underground
Just International Bulletproof Talent
Free the bass man
With industrial strength twelve thumpers
The culture of prolific head
Communication with spirit man
Communication with the spirit man
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
You're conceit is all thats 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
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 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
La la, la la, la la, la la, la
La la, la la, la la, la la, la
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
I make the air fall apart
around me
now as the petals are no nore
a corroding, shrinking stalk remains
bereft of his blooms
and the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions
beset his appearance
beset his appearance
no king could replenish his state
now browning, sinking, dying
a thousands deaths
a thousands deaths
a thousands deaths
terry sat up
and hugged the army surplus bag
around his skinny waist
it was cold
and the person beside himhad faded badly
legs apart his eyes lit up
the sky's gone out- the sky, the sky-
the sky's gone out
4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
You've got your good things, and I've got mine
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
You've got your good things, and you've got mine
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
To the great indian in the sky
Our father resides in no sky
So this a form of patricide
In which the children also die
The Endless Summer of The Damned
Shed no tear for mother earth
Our mother but not ever bereft
In this season's manufacture
How long do we have here or not
The Endless Summer of The Damned
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
(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
Shoes that no man would want to wear
[Incomprehensible] the night's last cold stare
Red fist curled 'round the house
Wash away, boy, Shelly's shoes
Wash
Chocolate power is so crisp
Atomic open house is really here
And we have gone so desperate
Your power knows 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
Wipe away my eyes, too much
Wipe away my eyes, too much
Wipe away my eyes, too much
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
See the young man in his new gown
Small talk stinks
Talking up to his bouffant drag
Something that he's never had
He says he loves you with flowers
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
See the young man in his new gown
Stand in line for the photo call
Talking up to his bouffant drag
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
![BAUHAUS - All We Ever Wanted (1982) [HD Live In N.Y. 1998]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140408090724im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/KsYeu02RlMI/0.jpg "BAUHAUS - All We Ever Wanted (1982) [HD Live In N.Y. 1998]")
![Bauhaus She's In Parties [ EXTENDED-VIDEO-EDIT 5,48min ] HD 720p](http://web.archive.org./web/20140408090724im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/fj6eYBvD5cI/0.jpg "Bauhaus She's In Parties [ EXTENDED-VIDEO-EDIT 5,48min ] HD 720p")
