Psychic TV (sometimes spelled Psychick TV) or PTV, is a video art and music group that primarily performs psychedelic, punk, electronic and experimental music. The band was formed by performance artist Genesis P-Orridge and video director Peter Christopherson (after the breakup of Throbbing Gristle) with Alex Fergusson, musician and producer (a key member of Alternative TV for whom P-Orridge had played percussion).
The band began publishing a monthly series of 23 live albums in 1986, but stopped without explanation after only 17. The tenth, a picture disk most commonly referred to as Album 10, could only be obtained by submitting tokens contained in each of the previous nine releases. The band subsequently earned an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records for most records released in one year.
Contributors to Psychic TV have included artists such as Coil, Current 93, Hafler Trio, The Cult, White Stains, Soft Cell, Fred Giannelli, XKP, Master Musicians of Jajouka, Matthew Best, Daniel Simon Black, Bill Breeze, Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson, Derek Jarman, John Gosling, Timothy Leary, Rose McDowall, Stephen Kent, Vagina Dentata Organ, Andrew Weatherall, Larry Thrasher, Z'EV, Zef Noi$e, and many others.
Why should I have to stand up and have to die for your sins?
All power/She was surprised/All power
All power/She was surprised/All power
All power/Lay in her eyes/All power
All power/Lay in her eyes/is it me/is it me
Could I lay here, could I be free
I see again/I see again
Everything goes/ everyone know
Is it me/Is this me
I go away/I see you say
And I die/could I be free
Or am I just what you see
And is just what I give
Everything and this what I see anything
and this what I give in my brain and this why I feel so much pain
or could I be you.
I see you say and I die
could I be free or am I just what you see
and what I give everyday...
...could I be you, could I be you
she was surprised...14'00"
I love you as I fall apart
I love you and your sacred heart
I love you every single day
I love it when I hear you say
Have mercy!
Have mercy! lalalala
Have mercy on me!
I love you I do..
And I love it when you turn me down
I love it even in your town
I love you every single day
I love it every single way
you love me and I love you
these are the things we want to do
Have mercy!
Have mercy! lalalala
Have mercy on me!
I love you I do..
In nomine patris et filli et spiritus sancti amen
And I love it when you turn me down
I love it evenn when you frown
And I love it when you kiss me
I love it when you kiss me
Have mercy!
Have mercy! lalalala
Have mercy on me! I love you...
I love you I do..
Ànd I love you every single day
I love you every time you say
You are the one who makes me free
You are the one who understands me
Love me oh love me oh love me again
love me oh love me and be my friend
I love you I really do
I love you you know it's true
You are the one who makes me smile
You are the one who stays awhile
Think of me and I'll let you go
Think of me and I'll try to know
Have mercy!
Have mercy! lalalala
Have mercy on me!
I love you I do..
Ànd I love you every single day
I love you even when you play
You are the one who makes me say
You are the one who wants to be free
Love me oh love me oh love me again
love me oh love me and be my friend
I love you oh yes I do
I'm the one who tries to be true
Content me content me embrace me now
Content me content me anyhow
You are the one who makes me smile
You are the one who stays awhile
Have mercy!
Have mercy! lalalala
Have mercy on me!
Quiet and hooded, his eyes stared out, small hands
make patterns on the window. Body shifting on wood,
dog outside the door, flickering memories as trains
maneuver in the old men's eyes. Forever part of a sleep-
ing world, waiting for him to come. Lost dreams of
childhood forgotten like hope. These lives are grey
stones made for cemeteries, this time the victim is
desired, like misery. He stepped down from the train,
dust on road and clothes, across the way a boy was
grinning, hard-on obvious in torn grey trousers
inherited from an earlier victim of the white horse.
Filing past the flowers and signs full of dreams,
light of night filtering where woof tiles slipped,
into that darkness. Each ritual makes demand, a hope-
less coil of expensive death affirming our exeistence.
The direction never changes, never falters. Along
those derelict lines lines to journey's end. Small hands
smear juice on flesh squeezing tight crinkling of
skin against worn eyes. There is no need of light.
Somewhere, in the secret cathedral, small movements,
the whole area covered in sheets of snow, pitted by
huts. He had no expectations, there was no reason,
breathing short as the text on the wall. Whenever the
dog moved, the night trembled, shimmering like water
moved by leaves in a forest. Marks of cold spray in
the dust, as in the future faded by choice. Our appetite
for miracles is not enough. Here, only animals
remain, immaculate, seduced by pain. Ending fear into
specters of welcome. Floor stained with patients. The
moment of least action. He moved like a rat in rubble
toward the sheets of snow, awake and empty, like an
old house, the place where all dreams meet. "He was
grinning before he jumped".
Las night the boy came. Open arms. Black hair.
Strong. Empty pale face. A volunteer. Unsure of why
he came. Seduced by pain. A faded painting. Waiting
for release, he blinked, looked up at the ceiling,
let out a tiny gasp praying for oblivion.
No engines anymoore. The machine engine's stopped. No
ghosts of death playing in the grass. Just simple, as
you would expect. No physical core. No smiles of love
from pitted carriages. Just an empty town. Derelict.
No way to identify. Sound playing across skin like
fingers. Just as ampty as flesh. What do you want?
Nothing in particular. No reason at all. Just a noise
of dreams at the door. Just as before. Did you see
that?
This is the place where all roads meet, the place
where all is the secret. The Place where time stands
still in the comfort of night and love becomes will
in the presence of light. I never want to leave. I
when all the numbers swim together
and all the shadows settle
when doors forced open shut again
a flytrap and a petal
my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
and in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so clear i realize
that here at last i have my eyes
when all the figures sound retreat
the soft skin starts to shrivel
when dreams made real become less sweet
the orchid and the metal
my sex turns and claws rush to spill them
but in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so pure i can't arise
without the fear of secret lies
when all the characters full size
and every moon is level
when all the spirits burn in lies
as center grief by steel
my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
but in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so clear i realize
It's no good trying to place your hand
where I can't see because I understand
that you're different from me
yes I can tell
that you can't be what you pretend
and you're rocking me backwards
and you're rocking towards the
red and yellow mane of a stallion horse.
It's no good trying to hold your love
where I can't see because I understand
that you're different from me
yes I can tell
that you can't be what you pretend
the caterpillar hood won't cover the head of you
know you should be home in bed.
It's no good holding your sequin fan
where I can't see because I understand
that you're different from me
yes I can tell
that you can't be what you pretend
yes you're spinning around and around in a car
When you were young
and on your own
How did it feel
to be alone?
I was always thinking
of games that I was playing.
Trying to make
the best of my time.
But only love
can break your heart
Try to be sure
right from the start
Yes only love
can break your heart
What if your world
should fall apart?
I have a friend
I've never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Someone should call him
and see if he can come out.
Try to lose
the down that he's found.
But only love
can break your heart
Try to be sure
right from the start
Yes only love
can break your heart
What if your world
should fall apart?
I have a friend
I've never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Yes, only love
can break your heart
Yes, only love
She's over by the corner
Got her hands by her sides
They hit her harder harder harder
Till they thought she might die
Well I got a foggy notion, do it again
Over by the corner, do it again
I got my calomine lotion baby, do it again
I got a foggy notion, do it again
She made me do something that I never did before
I rushed right down to a flower store
I bought her a boundle a beautiful batch
Dont't you know something, she sent 'em right back
Sally Mae, Sally Mae, Sally Mae, Sally Mae
Ov power, Ov power.
Ov power, Ov power.
Dog power. Dog power.
Be relased.
Seeds released.
The secret in a cell.
The freedom of its spell.
Dog trainer.
Ov rainer.
Can you see the dog?
Can you feed the fog?
My son the dog.
My sun the dog.
Waiting to turn the pattern.
Ov power, Ov power.
In a cell,
cast your spell
Stops and turns.
Red rope burns.
No-one hears,
is no fear.
Let him in.
they both begin.
They cast their charms,
a call to arms.
Ov power. Ov power.
That very special power,
that extra-special power,
the almighty power!
The dog power.
The ov power.
My son the dog.
My sun the dog.
Ov power. Ov power.
Ov power. Ov power.
Thee Temple strives to end personal laziness and to
engender discipline. To focus thee
Will on one's true desires. In thee belief, gathered
from experience, that this maximizes
and makes happen all those things that one wants in
every area of L-if-E.
Explore daily your deepest desires, fantasies and
motives, gradually focusing on what you would LIKE
to have happen in a "perfect world", a "perfect situation",
taking away ALL restrictions and "practical"
considerations. What you would REALLY want.
Then decide totry and do it.
Thee mere visualization of that true goal, your true
Will, begins thee PROCESS that makes it happen.
Clean out thee trappings and debris ov compromise, ov
what you've been told is reasonable for a person in
YOUR circumstances. Be clear in admitting your REAL
desires. Discard all irrelevancies. Ask yourself, who
you WANT as friends, if you need or WANT to work,
what you want to eat, what sexuality you REALLY need
to pursue. Check and re-check everything deeper and
deeper, more and more precisely to get closer and
closer to, and ultimately, integrate with, your real
SELF. Your INDIVIDUAL. Once you are truly focused upon
your SELF internally, thee external aspects ov your
L-if-E will fall into place.
THEY HAVE TO.
Skeptics will say that they simply don't believe this
Psychic PROCESS works. But it does.
IT IS THEE KEY TO THEE TEMPLE!
Why should I have to stand up and have to die for your sins?
All power/She was surprised/All power
All power/She was surprised/All power
All power/Lay in her eyes/All power
All power/Lay in her eyes/is it me/is it me
Could I lay here, could I be free
I see again/I see again
Everything goes/ everyone know
Is it me/Is this me
I go away/I see you say
And I die/could I be free
Or am I just what you see
And is just what I give
Everything and this what I see anything
and this what I give in my brain and this why I feel so much pain
or could I be you.
I see you say and I die
could I be free or am I just what you see
and what I give everyday...
...could I be you, could I be you
oh
she was surprised...14'00"
...
Roman you are, Roman you be
Roman in your history
Roman in your victory
Roman in your destiny
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply history?
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply jealousy?
Sharon walks alone as your wife
Sharon gives her life for a knife
Sharon floating high up above
Sighing, crying, dying below
Oh, oh Roman, oh Roman
Roman P.
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply history?
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply jealousy?
Life of money, life of sex
Life of money, life of hex
Little girls drinking and eating of cake
Little girls gorge you, your greatest mistake
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply history?
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply jealousy?
Oh, oh Roman, oh Roman
Roman P.
Look at your stars
- It's not just star
It's all inside
- We're not on Mars
Just realise
- It's where you are
How far
- Go back outside
Look at your stars
- Don't ever hide
It's all inside
- Behind your eyes
Just realise
- So sad, so wise
How far
Look at your skies
- A comet you are
It's all inside
- It's a star too far
Just realise
How far
"And we feel our own experiences" x2
"This is what we're trying to do"
It's not just stars
We're not on Mars
It's where you are
Go back outside
Don't ever hide
Behind your eyes
So sad, so wise
A comet you are
It's a star too far
"Risk all to grasp the deepest and most hidden revelations"
This is a story, a very special story.
It's about Brian Jones, one of the Rolling Stones.
Where were you when the stars went out?
Where were you when they started to shout?
I saw you alone by the pool,
and all your friends called you a fool.
Godstar, Godstar. Godstar, Godstar. Godstar, Godstar. God... star.
And you were so beautiful, you were so very special,
I wish I was with you now, I wish I could save you somehow.
Godstar, Godstar. Godstar, Godstar. Godstar, Godstar. God... star.
(Echoing chorus): Brian, Brian, Brian.
Brian, Brian, Brian.
Godstar, Godstar. Godstar, Godstar. Godstar, Godstar. God... star.
Where were all your friends that night
as you switched off the final light?
I saw your body in the water
Like a lamb going to the slaughter
And where were all of your laughing friends?
Where were they at the very end?
They started to steal your glory
They never even told your story
Enter the tiny room, watched by scepters,
Hope and happiness playing trumpets, dog swimming in heavy water
For the glory of gloom, dark songs on sunlight flower.
Enclosed in your skin.
All perfection spent in your arms.
Stolen kisses fa fa fa fa fa
In retrospect this beauty is, "What you see."
The second part, the move, "Is me."
Onwards and upwards,
The prize is the game to come.
And there's nothing to miss
In the laughter and tears of love.
There always are difficult mods,
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
Im pickin up good vibrations
Shes giving me excitations
Im pickin up good vibrations
(oom bop bop good vibrations)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Close my eyes
Shes somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
Im pickin up good vibrations
Shes giving me excitations
Im pickin up good vibrations
(oom bop bop good vibrations)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
(ahhhhhhh)
(ah my my what elation)
I dont know where but she sends me there
(ah my my what a sensation)
(ah my my what elations)
(ah my my what)
Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
A happenin with her
Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
A happenin with her
Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
A happenin
Ahhhhhhhh
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
(Im pickin up good vibrations)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop)
(excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes na na...
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
Do do do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Roman you are, Roman you be
Roman in your history
Roman in your victory
Roman in your destiny
[Chorus:]
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply history?
Are you free, are you really free?
Are you really, really, really, really, really free?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it simply jealousy?
Sharon walks alone as your wife
Sharon gives her life for a knife
Sharon floating high up above
Sighing, crying, dying below
[Bridge 1:]
Oh, oh Roman, oh Roman
Roman P.
[Chorus]
Life of money, life of sex
Life of money, life of hex
Little girls drinking and eating of cake
Little girls gorge you, your greatest mistake
[Bridge 2: "Ah"s]
[Chorus]
[Bridge 1]
Look at your stars
- It's not just star
It's all inside
- We're not on Mars
Just realise
- It's where you are
How far
- Go back outside
Look at your stars
- Don't ever hide
It's all inside
- Behind your eyes
Just realise
- So sad, so wise
How far
Look at your skies
- A comet you are
It's all inside
- It's a star too far
Just realise
How far
"And we feel our own experiences" x2
"This is what we're trying to do"
It's not just stars
We're not on Mars
It's where you are
Go back outside
Don't ever hide
Behind your eyes
So sad, so wise
A comet you are
It's a star too far
Amy Grant
Miscellaneous
I Need Thee Every Hour / Nothing But The Blood
(Duet with Vince Gill)
(Amy)
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.
(Amy)
What can wash away my sin?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
What can make me whole again?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy)
For my pardon, this I see,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
For my cleansing, this my plea,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning.
Under the eaves the swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven.
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
Ov power, Ov power.
Ov power, Ov power.
Dog power. Dog power.
Be relased.
Seeds released.
The secret in a cell.
The freedom of it's spell.
Dog trainer.
Ov rainer.
Can you see the dog?
Can you feed the fog?
My son the dog.
My sun the dog.
Waiting to turn the pattern.
Ov power, Ov power.
In a cell,
Cast your spell
Stops and turns.
Red rope burns.
No-one hears,
Is no fear.
Let him in.
They both begin.
They cast their charms,
A call to arms.
Ov power. Ov power.
That very special power,
That extra-special power,
The almighty power!
The dog power.
The ov power.
My son the dog.
My sun the dog.
Ov power. Ov power.
Always is always forever
As long as one is one
Inside yourself for your father
All is none all is none all is one
It's time we put our love behind you
The illusion has just been a dream
The valley of death and I'll find you
Now is when on a sunshine beam
So bring all the young perfection
For there us shall surely be
No clothing, tears, or hunger
Life is a vaccum pump, always sucking me dry (x2)
Anyway, I love you anyway you say.
And you lie on the bed
The sheets are crumpled around your head
Maybe thats how we meet
We need to feel that we're complete
Communicate or die through it
Sometimes thats the lie of it
These things we shouldn't do
Always end up destroying you
Anyway, I love you anyway you say
This is a new york story (x3)
Anyway, I love you anyway you say
Sucking me dry
And the salt and the sugar on your table
They enable us to do these stupid things we do
These lives we steal aren't even true
My fantasy was never you
And the blood is blossoming like flowers
Up inside the glass
Eating up our living hours
Draining us of all our powers
Its obvious, I know
One of us should really go
Step outside the door
Run away and be the cure
This is a new york story (x3)
Anyway, I love you anyway you say
Sucking me dry
And the lies and the legacies
And all those wasted destinies
Your body is so cold
Its turning blue, you look so old
Not human anymore
I think we've lost this hopeless war
And you're soiled and spoiled and so lost my friend
I think that this could be the end
But fear we'll do it all again
And i can pour cold water onto you
And your eyes open and see right though
You suddenly look so gray
Look me in my eyes and say
Anyway
This is a new york story (x3)
Anyway, I love you anyway you say
How do you deal? (how do I deal?) (x3)