Bauhaus Lyrics

BAUHAUS LYRICS :

All we ever wanted

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

oh to be the cream

Third Uncle (Cover Di Brian Eno)

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
it looks tight on you

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

On mans poison another mans meat
one mans agony another mans treat
Artaud living 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

Bela Lugosi

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
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
undead undead undead

oh bela
bela's undead

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 of you in 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
(repeat)

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 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
we're dancing to the dark side of this tune

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

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?

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, hypocrisy - all liars

I dare
I dare
I dare - You - You

Exquisite Corpse

1.
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

2.
I make the air fall apart
around me
now as the petals are no more
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

3.
terry sat up
and hugged the army surplus bag
around his skinny waist
it was cold
and the person beside him had faded badly
legs apart his eyes lit up
the sky's gone out- the sky, the sky-
the sky's gone out

4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

5. The Sky's Gone Out

In the Flat Field

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

Ying 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.

A 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.

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

Hollow Hills

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
so sad, so sade (fade out)

Honeymoon Croon

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 colour of his money.. colour 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?
I say, Honeymoon

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

In the Night

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
you never know

Kick in the Eye

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
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

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
King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean

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..

The Man with 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 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!

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 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
i've got nothing to lose

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 (x3)

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 (x3)

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

The 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
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

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

She's in Parties

Learning lines in the rain
Special Effects by lunatic and drinks
the graveyard scene
the golden years

She's in parties,
its in the can
She's in parties,
its in the can

Freeze frame screen kiss
hot heads under silent wigs
Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor

She's in parties,
its in the can
She's in parties,
its in the can

Learning lines in the rain,
Special Effects by lunatic and drinks.
Freeze frame screen kiss,
hot heads under silent wigs,
lights and powder,
its patently obvious

She's in parties,
its in the can
She's in parties,
its 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,
its in the can

Silent Hedges

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
again

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 lamposts
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 uup 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

Smalltalk 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.

Spirit

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

we love our audience

A Spy in the Cab

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
Little eye spy with my little I spy .. spy .. spy.

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 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

Swing the Heartache

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
just for her sake.

Telegram Sam (Cover dei T-REX)

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
telegram sam i'm a howlin' wolf#

Terror Couple Kill Colonel

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 (x2)

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 (x2)

In his West German Home (x3)

The Sanity Assassin

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
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 poison
the razor in your bed
hanging on a picture
eye lid needle and thread
you empty yourself once again
he's always one step ahead
was it whispers in your ear
nothing that you said ?
he's walking in your sleep now
he keeps your fat paranoia well fed

he drops a capsule..

the sanity assassin stays up all night stalking
the sanity assassin picks off victims like flys
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..

The Three Shadows (Part II)

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.

The Three Shadows (Part III)

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
thirsty now

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?

Consider green lakes
and the diary 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 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?
in the shadow of his smile

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

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
It's your big bad secret
Your crown of thorns

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