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Siouxsie and the Banshees
Hong Kong Garden
released August, 1978
Hong Kong Garden
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1979 Polydor Ltd. UK)
Harmful elements in the air
Symbols crashing everywhere
Reap the fields of rice and reeds
While the population feeds
Junk floats on polluted water
An old custom to sell your daughter
Would you like number 23
Leave your yens on the counter please
Oh-Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh
Hong Kong garden
Oh-Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh
Hong Kong garden
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Tourists swarm to see your face
Confuscius has a puzzling grace
Disoriented you enter in
Unleashing scent of wild jasmine
Slanted eyes meet a new sunrise
A race of bodies small in size
Chicken Chow Mein and Chop Suey
Hong Kong garden takeaway
La-la-la-la-la-ah-oh
Oh-Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh
Hong Kong garden
Oh-Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh
Voices
written by the Banshees (©
Polydor Ltd. 1978) (©1978 Polydor Ltd.)
And I'm hearing the whispers from my window
And i'm hearing some thing scratching on the inside
Could i feel the sea beckoning me?
Oh - Could it be?
Can i see?
Voices
On the air
Voices
On the air
And i'm feeling like a moody situation
And i feel the waves lapping with contempt
Could i feel my senses leaving me?
Oh - Could it be?
Can i see?
Voices
On the air
Voices
On the air
Voices
Voices
Voices
Voices
On the air
Could i feel my senses leaving me?
Oh
Could it be?
Can i see?
Voices
On the air
Voices
On the air
Voices
Voices
Voices
Voices
Voices
The Scream
released October, 1978
Pure
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
Jigsaw Feeling
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
Send me forwards - say my feelings
But all the signals - send me reeling
Jigsaw feeling
One day I'm feeling total
The next I'm split in two
My eyes are doing somersaults
Staring at my shoe
My brain is out of my hand
There's nothing to prevent
The impulse is quite meaningless
In a cerebral non-event
Send me forwards - say my feelings
But all the signals - send me reeling
Jigsaw feeling
Five fingers do my walking
Ten toes unravel knots
Amorphous jigsaw pieces
Falling into slots
Send me forwards - say my feelings
But all the signals - send me reeling
Jigsaw feeling
So I just sit in reverie
Getting on my nerves
The intangible bonds that keep me
Sitting on the verge...
Of a breakdown
Of a reaction
Of a result
Defeat me - complete me - maybe...
Defeat me
Defeat me
Jigsaw Feeling
Defeat me
Overground
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
Got to give up life in this netherworld
Gonna go up to where the air is stale
And live a life of pleasantries
And mingle in the modern families
Overground - from abnormality
Overboard - for identity
Overground - for normality
Overboard - for identity
This limbo is no place
To be a digit in another space
In another crowd
I'm nameless bound
Overground - from abnormality
Overboard - for identity
Overground - for normality
Overboard for identity
Overground - I'll be worse than me
Overground - it's clear to me
Overground - I'll be worse than me
Overground - it's clear to me, it's clear to me
Overground, overground
I'll be worse than me, I'll be worse than me
Carcass
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
Someone's in cold storage
Seeking Heinz main courses
Craving for a raw love
He'll hide you from the cleaver
He'll hang with you forever
Longing for a fresh meat
By hook or by crook
You'll be first in his book
For an impaled affair
By hook or by crook
You'll be last in his book
Of flesh - Oh, so rare
Be a carcass - be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love, limblessly in love, limblessly in love,
limblessly in love
Be a carcass - Be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love, limblessly in love, limblessly in love,
limblessly in love
Someone's left in cold storage
Thawed in Heinz main courses
Carving for a new tin
He got you with the cleaver
He hung you up forever
Anticipating new skin
Out of the frying pan
And into the fire
58th variety
Out of the frying pan
And into the fire
Mother had her son for tea
Be a carcass - be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love, limblessly in love, limblessly in love,
limblessly in love
Be a carcrash - Be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love, limblessly in love, limblessly in love,
limblessly in love
In love with the pain
In love with the bleeding
In love with the pain
That you now felt
As you became a carcass
We became a carcass
Carcass...
Carcass - you became a carcass
Carcass
Carcass, carcass, carcass
Carcass, carcass, you became a carcass
In love with your stumps
In love with the bleeding
In love with the pain
That you now felt
As you became a carcass
We became a carcass
Carcass...
Get on the trucks but don't whine you swine
Carcass - you became a carcass
Helter Skelter
written by John Lennon and Paul
McCartney (© Northern Songs)
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
When I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
When I get to the bottom when I see you again
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
When I stop and I turn, go for a ride
When I get to the bottom when I see you again
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Do you, don't you want me to love you?
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Do you, don't you want me to make you?
I'm coming down fast and I'm miles above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
Well, you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
So look out
Helter skelter - la-la-la-la
helter skelter - la-la-la-la
Helter skelter - la-la-la-la
Helter skelter
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
When I stop and I turn, I go for a ride
When I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Do you, don't you want me to love you?
I'm coming down fast don't let me take you
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no fucking dancer
So look out
Helter skelter - la-la-la-la
Helter skelter - la-la-la-la
Helter skelter - la-la-la-la
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
You're coming down fast
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
When I stop
Mirage
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
I'm just a vision on your TV screen
Just something conjured from a dream
Seen through your x-ray eyes,
A see-through scene
The image is no images
It's not what it seems.
My limbs are like palm trees
Swaying in no breeze
My body's an oasis
To drink from as you please
I'm not seeing what I'm meant to believe in
Your non excuse for human being.
It's quite plain to see
That I'm playing with me
A photo-fit of loose ends, framed in 3D
Seen through your x-ray eyes
A see-through scene
The image is no images
It's not what it seems.
My limbs are like palm trees
Swaying in no breeze
My body's an oasis
To drink from as you please
I'm not seeing what I'm meant to believe in
Your non excuse for human being
Being, being
My limbs are like palm trees
Swaying in no breeze
My body's an oasis
To drink from as you please
I'm not seeing what I'm meant to believe in
Your non excuse for human being
It's not what it seems
The image is no images
It's not what it seems
It's not what it seems
Metal Postcard
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
Reunion begins
With a glass of mercury
Whilst television flickers
For another news bulletin
Flints light up the eyes
Of the seated family
"Metal is tough, metal will sheen
Metal won't rust when oiled and clean
Metal is tough, metal will sheen
Metal will rule in my masterscheme"
With a clockwork jerk
Pluck cogs from fob watches
For a dinner on Friday
Then recoiling say "excuse me
Must go recycle
My precious machinery"
"Metal is tough, metal will sheen
Metal won't rust when oiled and clean
Metal is tough, metal will sheen
Metal will rule in my masterscheme"
It's ruling our lives
There is no hope
Thought I'd drop a line
The weather here is fine
But day and night it blares
Coming through loudspeakers:
"Metal is tough, metal will sheen
Metal won't rust when oiled and clean
Metal is tough, metal will sheen
Metal will rule in my masterscheme"
In my master scheme
Metal is tough
Metal is clean
Metal
Mittageisen
Metal
Nicotine Stain
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
It's just a habit
When I reached in the packet
For my last cigarette
Until the day breaks
And then my hand shakes
But, but, but, but, but, but it's just driving me insane
When the smoke gets in my brain
I can't resist it
Wallow in that ash bath
Soaking up the fumes
And see the nicotine stain
Start to spread
I'm so congested
Cos north, south, east and west
Catarrh rests on my chest
Congealed and twisted
Cough up and shift it
But I can feel my lungs collapse
Sinking deep in my lap
I'm so useless
Wallow in that ash bath
Soaking up the fumes
And see the nicotine stain
Start to spread
I'm so useful
If you don't want to fight
Just give your foe a fright
Say you'll drop me
On every country
See, see, see, see all will be stone dead
When the nicotine stain spreads
Just light me
Wallow in that ash bath
Soaking up the fumes
And see the nicotine stain
Start to spread
It's in my head, it's in my head
Nicotine, it spreads
Congested
Suburban Relapse
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
I'm sorry that I hit you
But my string snapped
I'm sorry I disturbed your cat-nap
But whilst finishing a chore
I asked myself "what for?"
Then something snapped
I had a relapse...
A Suburban relapse
Relapse... relapse...
I was washing up the dishes
Minding my own business
When my string snapped
I had a relapse...
A suburban relapse
Relapse... relapse
(Should I?)
Throw things at the neighbours
Expose myself to strangers?
Kill myself or... you?
Now memory gets hazy?
I think I must be crazy
But my string snapped
I had a relapse...
A Suburban relapse.
Relapse... relapse
Now memory gets hazy
I think I must be crazy
But my string snapped
I had a relapse
A suburban relapse
Relapse... relapse
A suburban relapse
A suburban relapse
Relapse... relapse
Relapse.
Relapse, relapse, relapse
Switch
written by McKay, Morris, Sioux,
Severin (©1978 Pure Noise/Chappell & Co.)
Different lives
In different places
Familiar problems
Same old faces
Shuffle lives
Into wrong categories
Cross the wires
And fuse humanities
Watch the muscles twitch
For a brand new switch...
Scientist GP's
With patient guinea-pigs
Curing the head-aches
With drastic side-effects
With drastic side-effects
Doctor rectorates
Condescending from on high
For all hallucinator
See druggist in the sky
In the sky
Vicar experiments
But 'tis blasphemy
Dismissing thought of progress
As the mark of devilry
Mark of devilry
Watch the muscles twitch
For a brand new switch
People walk
And even talk
People listen
Then they halt
Something blows up
Won't come down
Scattered muscles twitch
Too late to switch.
They're dying to switch
They're dying to switch
Switch
Switch
Watch the muscles twitch
For a brand new switch
They're dying to switch
They're dying to... switch
Switch
Watch the muscles twitch
For a brand new switch
They're dying to switch
They're dying to switch
Switch
Switch
Switch
The Staircase (Mystery)
released March, 1979
The Staircase (Mystery)
written by Sioux, McKay,
Severin, Morris (©1979 Polydor UK Ltd.)
Stare case lying face up
Stare cat on the mat
Looking down
Slide down the bannister
Take the escalator
Slide down the bannister
Or try the elevator
I was standing on the landing
Now I'm standing in the hall
Looking up, up, up, up
Won't someone assist me
Solve this mystery
Somebody assist me
Arrange the symmetry
Muffled footsteps on the carpet
Spiral steps start spinning
Around me
Which floor, which ceiling
You're off balance
Which floor, which ceiling
It's all upside-down
Starecase lying face up
Starecat sat on the mat
Looking down
Down...
20th Century Boy
written by Marc Bolan (©
Wizard Publishing Ltd.)
Ohhhhhhh!
Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I walk like a rat
Crawl like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Ball like a hound
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
20th Century boy, I wanna be your toy (x4)
Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I walk like a rat
Crawl like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
20th Century boy, I wanna be your toy
Playground Twist
released July, 1979
Playground Twist
written by (©)
Pull to Bits
written by (©)
Tongues are clacking
Words of one vision
One tiny incision
And teeth are cracking
On thin air
On thin air
And teeth are cracking
On thin air
Pull to bits in silence
Rotting on the
Slowly pull to bits in silence
Without a sound
Without a sound
Buildings
Chatter chatter shatter
Cement
Watch the people chatter
One by one
One by one
Pull to bits
In silence
Rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits
In silence
Without a sound
Without a sound
Young ones snapping
Coming up for air
The mindless ones yapping
Splashing through the thoroughfare
One by one
Oh, One by one
Without a fucking care
Pull to bits
In silence
Rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits in silence
Without a sound
Without a fucking sound
Pull to bits
Yackety, yackety, yap, yap, yap
Pull to bits
Shatter, shatter, shatter, clatter
Pull to bits
Yap, yap, yap, yap, yapping
Pull to bits
Without a sound
Join Hands
released August, 1979
Poppy Day
written by John McCrae
(©)
...In Flanders fields
The poppies grow
Between the crosses
Row on Row
That mark our place
We are the dead...
Regal Zone
written by Sioux, McKay, Morris,
Severin (©1979 Polydor Ltd UK)
Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam
While helmets of blood fill the screen
They look away
And they say:
"For the good of the land
For the love of the man"
Standing alone
Sitting alone
On the throne of the regal zone
Old limbs hang in the torture room
While old kings hang in the portrait room
Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance
Of the squirming body on the marble plate
They look away
And they say:
"For the good of the land
For the love of the man"
Standing alone
Oh, sitting alone
On the throne of the regal zone
Regal zone
All alone
Standing alone, sitting alone
Alone
Regal zone
Alone
Regal zone
Regal zone
Regal zone
They look away
And they say:
"For the good of the land
For the love of the man"
Standing alone
Oh, sitting alone
Alone
Regal zone
Alone
Regal zone
Alone
Regal zone
Regal zone
Alone
Regal zone
Placebo Effect
written by Sioux, McKay, Morris, Severin (©1979 Polydor Ltd UK)
You dip your hands into my flesh
And say you won't reveal a scar
I must have faith in this procedure
It's a miracle - It's a wonder
A thousand hidden needles
In a thousand covered nerves
Stick pins in my receptacles
Look to your Voodoo doll - your mojo
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications
Which colour shall we have today?
"Depends on how I feel" you say
Consult your research on the media
Sea blue will calm my hysteria
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications
Staying alive at five
With your empty containers
Another corpse ornaments your waiting room
A placebo effect reversed
The placebo effect
The placebo effect
Will you ever, ever regret - the placebo effect
Can you ever, ever forget - the placebo effect
Icon
written by Sioux, McKay, Morris, Severin (©1979 Polydor Ltd UK)
My eyes went up to heaven
You didn't say I'd be blind without them
Icons - feed the fires
Icons - falling from the spires
Thine eyes rained down from heaven
You always said I'd be blind without them
Icons - feed the fires
Icons - falling from the spires
Icons feed the fires
Icons falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
dribbling from their tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disciplines
Stick in that new born throat
Instill a lie - an artificial eye
To view a perfect land
Icons - feed the fires
Icons - falling from the spires
Can I? - stick skewers in my skin
And whirl a dervish spin
Can I? - set myself on fire
To prove some kind of desire
Icons - feed the fires
Icons - falling from the spires
Icons feed the fires
Icons falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
These ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It's the nightpiece
It's the Icon
Icons feed the fires
Icons falling from the spires
Icons feed the fires
Icons falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Gold
Gold
Premature Burial
written by Sioux, McKay, Morris, Severin (©1979 Polydor Ltd UK)
This catacomb compels me
Corroding and inert
It weighs and tries to pull me
Must I resist or re-assert?
The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing "Oh come and be like me
We're all sisters and brothers"
Ejected to this state of being
Don't bury me with this
I'm in a state of catalepsy
Can I really exist?
Clawing from the inside
Drowning in your chant, chant
Thoughts come flooding through me
Despairing unity
The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing "Oh come and be like me
We're all sisters and brothers"
Red and white carnations
Can't intoxicate my brain, brain
This blissful suffocation
It is driving me to pain, pain
Oh what a bloody shame, shame
The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing "Oh come and be like me
We're all sisters and brothers"
I'm not your sister
Or your brother
Don't bury me with this, this
I'm not your sister
Or your brother
Don't bury me with this, this
Join hands - join hands
We're all sisters and brothers
Sisters and brothers
Sisters and brothers
I can't relate to you
You're no relation of mine
Playground Twist
written by Sioux, McKay, Morris, Severin (©1979 Polydor Ltd UK)
Hanging, hanging, hanging...
Hanging from your daisy chains
Swinging in the trees
Running from your enemies and falling on your knees
And falling on your knees
On your knees, on your knees
Get down on your knees
Throw the dice
You three blind mice
Did you ever see
Such a thing in your life?
You swallow the trail
But still arrive
Inside your entrails
Hanging, hanging, hanging...
Hanging out at party games
Dancing in the shadows
Up and down on the see-saw balancing the scales
Balancing the scales
You're drunk, you're drunk
Yet you're balancing the scales
Someone to blame
Someone to shame
Someone who you can claim
Go back to pass the parcel
And follow the leader
Hanging, hanging, hanging...
Hanging from your climbing frames
Swinging in the gallows
Laughing with your buddies but you can drown when you're shallow
You can drown when you're shallow
You can drown, drown, drown,
Drown drown drown drown drown
Drown
Drown
Drown
Mother - Oh Mein Papa
written by Turner, Parsons, Burkhard (© Peter Maurice Music Ltd.)
The word you learn to loveThe disapproval that you hate
that's Motherfrom Mother
They teach you to respect...Makes you always want to please
MotherMother
The one who keeps you warmThe one who keeps you warm
And shelters you from harmAnd shelters you from harm
Watch out she'll stunt your mindShe'll open up your mind
'Till you emulate her kindTo make you good and kind
Is that MotherMother
Downstairs I don't knowDownstairs I don't know
If it's the springs in her bedWhy I feel safe in my bed
Or her joints I hearWhen I'm alone
Creaking overheadShe must be watching overhead
MotherMother
She'll twist the words you speakShe'll kiss and say goodbye
If she thinks you're near escapeIf you want to go away
MotherMother
So she clutches at her broodSo she gathers up her brood
And sits across its faceAnd smiles into their face
She sucks up all its energyAnd beams down vital energy
And smothers their last breathShe gave us our first breath
Oh MotherMother
The thing you grow to hateThe love you won't forget
The Lord's Prayer
written by (©)
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
I'm gonna get you in the end
With joy in heaven
Hallowed by they name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
As earth as it is in heaven
In heaven
Deliver us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
glory
Forever and ever amen
virgin sacrifice
guilty
church
excommunication
Revenge
Getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha revenge
Revenge
Revenge
Knock, knock
Knocking, knocking on heaven's door
Let me in
Who's that knocking on my door?
Who's that knocking on my door?
He floats like a butterfly, but he stings like a bee
He floats like a butterfly, but he stings like a bee
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-fucking-ling
door
chicken
Carry on, carry on
which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
They will be done
As earth as it is in heaven
In heaven
I'm gonna get you in the end
Get ya, I'm gonna get ya
Get you
I'll get you in the end
I'll get you in the end
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake it,
Twist and shout
That's the way you spell
New York
Yodel
Yodel-ay-yodel-ay
Yodel
Yodel
Tomorrow
Can't take it away from me
La-la-la-la
Sacre bleu
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby now
Twist and shout
You know you twist and shout
let you know that you're mine
let you know that you're mine
who are in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
in heaven, heaven
Running red
Run and hide
Run and hide
You'll never from me
Run and hide
You can hide all you like
Run and hide
so run and hide
hide
get to heaven
This is a wonderful
Will I get to heaven
We're all god's children
get to heaven
If you get, if you get
No, you'll never get to heaven
Not even if you're good
There's never, never been a heaven
There's never, never been a heaven
On earth as it is in heaven
On earth as it is in heaven
That's what it says
No heaven
Earth as it is in heaven
On earth as it is in heaven
On earth as it is in heaven
On earth as it is in heaven
Run and hide
No escape
You'll never get to heaven
you'll never get to heaven
your
in your house
You'll never, never, ever get to heaven
You'll never climb the ladder to heaven
So just shake it, shake it baby
And twist and shout
which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
thy will be done
The will goes on and on
Mittageisen
released September, 1979
Mittageisen
written by (©)
Reunion beginnt
mit einem Glas Queckfilber
Fernfehen flimmert
fü nodl eine Nachricht
Flinten beleuchten die Augen
der fikenden Familie
"Metall ist Stack, Metall will Scheinen
verroftet night wenn geschmiert und rein"
"Metall ist Stark, Metall will Scheinen,
Metall regiert in meinem Meister-Plan"
pflücken die Taschen Uhrzähne
zum Mittagessen Freitag
im Rückprall Sagt "Verzeihung
zurück muß ich kehren
meine liebe Maschinerie"
"Metall ist Stack, Metall will Scheinen
verroftet night wenn geschmiert und rein"
"Metall ist Stark, Metall will Scheinen,
Metall regiert in meinem Meister-Plan"
Es beherrscht unser Leben,
Es bringt kein heil
Ich Schreibe ein poor Zeilen
Das Wetter hier ist fein
Doch dröhnt es Tag und Nacht
durch Lautsprecher.
"Metall ist Stack, Metall will Scheinen
verroftet night wenn geschmiert und rein"
"Metall ist Stark, Metall will Scheinen,
Metall regiert in meinem Meister-Plan"
Love in a Void
written by (©)
Too many fools blocking my motion
Clouding my eyes - must be the p-p-potion
Spots on my eyes - must be the l-l-lotion
Spots on my eyes - must be the l-l-lotion
Love in a void - it's so numb
Avoid in love - it's so dumb
Love in a void
Too many bigots for my l-l-liking
Too many critics - too few writing
Rabid dogs that aren't b-b-biting
Rabid dogs that aren't b-b-biting
Love in a void - it's so numb
Avoid in love - it's so dumb
Love in a void
Jaded reputation on which you're staking
Lots of money for the making
For all the stars they're just f-f-faking
For all the stars they're just f-f-faking
Love in a void - it's so numb
Avoid in love - it's so dumb
Love in a void
Love in, love in, love in a void
Avoid you love
So numb, it's so dumb
Love in, love in, love in void avoid in love
It's so dumb
Love in a void it's so numb
Love in a void, avoid your love
It's so dumb
Love in a void it's so dumb
It's so dumb
Happy House
released March, 1980
Happy House
written by (©)
Drop Dead - Celebration
written by (©)
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
Drop dead
You stinking little creep
Drop dead
With your emotions so cheap
Your poisoned mind
It's disgusting everyone
We don't care
If you vanish in thin air
Drop dead
No-oh, it's a dead drop
Oh, you're a dead lot
Drop dead
You should be pushed
Down, down into the ground
Amongst the worms
And other spineless things
Don't you see
You're embarrassing to me?
I can't stand
That phoney way you banter
Drop dead
Oh, it's a dead drop
Dead drop, dead drop
You're a dead lot
Dead lot, dead lot
Drop dead
You're so pathetic
An insipid, dried up slug
Keep your mouth shut,
You impotent little slut
I'm so ashamed
To be connected with your name
You're so lame
I wish you'd never been to blame
Drop dead
It's a dead drop
You're a dead lot
Drop dead
Those words
Tight-lipped and mealy-mouthed
It wasn't hard
To realise that they were lies
Judging from the flies
You've attracted from the skies
Ooo just get lost--fuck off
And disappear into the compost
Drop dead
Stinking little creep
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Le-le-le-le
Celebration...celebration...
Celebration...celebration...
Celebration, celebration, celebration, celebration...
Christine
released May, 1980
Christine
written by (©)
Eve White, Eve Black
written by (©)
It hurts
There's a pain in my head
I wish it would stop
But it never stops
I can feel it coming... I'm getting weaker
Please help me... I'm getting weaker
Oo-oo, I'm getting weaker
Please help me
I wish I could help myself...
Let me out of here... I belong out there
Son of a bitch, son of a bitch
Let me out of here... I belong out there
Never say die... I must never die
Let me out of here... I belong out there
You son of a bitch... I'll pull your hair
Let me out of here... I belong out there
You son of a bitch... I'll pull your hair
Never say die...Never say die, I never must, I must never die
Let me out of here... I belong out there
Son of a bitch
Kaleidoscope
released August, 1980
Happy House
written by (©)
This is the happy house - we're happy here
in the happy house oh it's such fun, fun, fun, woah-oh
We've come to play in the happy house
And waste a day in the happy house
It never rains
Never rains
We've come to scream in the happy house
We're in a dream in the happy house
We're all quite sane, sane, sane, woah-oh
This is the happy house - we're happy here
There's room for you if you say "You do"
But don't say no or you'll have to go
We've done no wrong with our blinkers on
It's safe and calm if you sing along
Sing along
Sing along
This is the happy house - we're happy here in the happy house
To forget ourselves - and pretend all's well
There is no hell, hell, hell, hell
They're looking through your window
They're looking through your window
Tenant
written by (©)
Squatting on doorsteps - following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest
So we crawl into corners - ignore any callers
And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbours
When we crawl on all fours - upon the cushioned floor
Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doors
And the tendency for tenants is tenacity
The paint is cracked - and the paper peels
The plaster falls and a body reels...
Softy
Forty watt bulbs swing from a light cloud
Oh lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
But they have eyes at the keyholes and ears to the walls
Say eyes at the keyholes and ears to the walls
The tendency for tenants is secrecy...
Sssssssh
Trophy
written by (©)
Headhunters, headshrinkers and long distance runners
Dust gathers on momentos - dust gathers on proud moments
Young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin
Take it to the wall
to be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
a tribute in the grand hall
Yes they're locked away or polished every day
for the maintenance man - in the back of a van
Oh young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin
Take it to the wall
to be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
a tribute in the grand hall
Bring yourselves out from your showcase parties
but you've been shut away too long
you've been shut away too long
Frightened faces in the rain
Misplaced features lost down the drain
Oh wash away and start again
To be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
a tribute in the grand hall
Take it to the wall
Hybrid
written by (©)
It's a hybrid of me - I'm a hybrid of he
You're a misfit of me - I'm a misfit of you...in limbo
Carbon copies run blue - a reminder for you
but they're only skin deep
crumpled shells in a heap
Marked cheap
Surrogate heads of a no-no domain
shoulders form rows to make waves again
catch the next plane
When you walked through that door marked "enter if you dare"
Reasoned with a friend marked "do not bend"
bit on that finger marked "handle with care"
a tear soiled your cheek - a broken finger on the floor
a mess in snowdust - a shop window burst...no repairs
It's a hybrid of me - I'm a hybrid of he
You're a misfit for me - I'm a misfit for you
in limbo...do you speak the lingo
Clockface
written by (©)
Lunar Camel
written by (©)
Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon
I don't have to prove I'll last longer than you
One lump or two, any handicap will do against you
I'll be there soon - over the moon
I'll be there soon - over the moon
Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon
Christine
written by (©)
She tries not to shatter, kaleidoscope style
Personality changes behind her red smile
Every new problem brings a stranger inside
Helplessly forcing one more new disguise
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - banana split lady
Singing sweet savages lost in our world
This big-eyed girl sees her faces unfurl
Now she's in purple
Now she's a turtle
Disintegrating
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - banana split lady
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - sees her faces unfurl
Ooh, ooh, la la
Now she's in purple
Now she's a turtle
Disintegrating
Christine
Christine
Christine
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - banana split lady
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - sees her faces unfurl
Christine
Christine
Christine
Christine
22 faces...
Disintegrating
Christine
Christine
Disintegrating
Desert Kisses
written by (©)
Desert kisses in the sand
engulfing joints engulfing land
Tidal fingers cling to rocks
a deadly grip, a deadly lock
cursed and pissed into the ocean
willfully caused a great commotion
but only for a stifled moment
then it was back to still life motion
A sideways crawl, a sideways scrawl
the cancer crab is on us all
I kissed your face, I kissed the sand
I heard you sigh
there was no sound
thrashed and spat back at the ocean
but there was nothing, no commotion
just my lonely stupid notions
trapped again in still life motion
Sinking down - with just my sound
Sinking down - running on the moving ground
Sinking down
Sinking down - without a sound
Sinking down - sleeping on the moving ground
Sinking down
Desert kisses in the sand
engulfing joints engulfing land
Tidal fingers cling to rocks
a deadly grip, a deadly lock
Sinking down - the world is round
Sinking down - there's no-one around
Standing on the moving ground
Sinking down - the world is flat
There's on one here to question that
Sinking down - without a sound
Sinking down
Sinking down - the world was round
There was no-one around
Sinking down
Red Light
written by (©)
She falls into frame with a professional pout
but the polaroids ignite on seeing their subject
and the aperture shuts - too much exposure
Voyeur sucks into focus - floodlit the glossy kiss-pit
but as emulsion drips down...down
the aperture shuts - too much exposure
Come into this room - come into this gloom
See the red light rinsing another shutter slut wincing
The sagging half wit sister, pretty, pretty picture
of an ancient nipple shrinking - that kodakwhore winking
'till the aperture shuts - too much exposure
Come into this room - come into this gloom
See the red light rinsing another shutter slut wincing
See the red light rinsing
When you see the red light rinsing
Rinsing
Paradise Place
written by (©)
Look to the hills - now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes - are they in the right place?
There's a Mantovani backdrop - to pucker up a tummy tuck
A voice soft as lint - mashed up with shades of pink
You can hide your genetics under drastic cosmetics
But this chameleon magic is renowned to be tragic
Look to the hills - now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes - are they in the right place?
Skin
written by (©)
Mink, seal and ermine smother fat women
I have a noble cause for skin - there's just too many of them
The only necessary cull - cause the brain inside it's skull
just a bitch in the manger to the balances of nature
Cover me with skin and accuse me of sin
but you know what I mean there's just too many of them
Give me your skin for dancing in
Give me your skin for dancing in
Hairless and streamline - fits like my own skin
Tattooed and sun-dyed it's warm and it's human
There was to many of them - the animals like them
shame about the smell but they're fine seeped in perfume
Cover me with skin and accuse me of sin
but you know what I mean there's just too many of them
Give me your skin for dancing in
Give me your skin for dancing in
Israel
released November, 1980
Israel
written by (©)
Little orphans in the snow,
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing, singing
Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That's why they're singing, singing...
Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth - turned bitter in its glass
Israel... in Israel
Israel... in Israel
Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kings
Now hidden in disguise - cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive with a song from inside
Even though we're all alone
We are never on our own when we're singing, singing
Israel
Israel
There's a man who's looking in
And he smiles a toothless grin
Because he's singing, singing...
See some people shine with glee
But their song is jealousy
Their hate is clanging - maddening
In Israel... will they sing Happy Noel
In Israel... In Israel
Israel... In Israel
In Israel will they sing Happy Noel
Israel
Israel
Israel
Israel (Extended mix)
written by (©)
Red Over White
written by (©)
the woods and the town
covered in snow
all transformed to a fairytale
like the fresh page of a book opened up
ready
waiting
for the story to begin
for you're all in a scene
objects in black ink
fringed in white
breathing and living
and anticipating
a colour
all transformed to a fairytale
unreal and inviting
inviting you to step in
and follow the path neverending
you're now leaving
imprints
and somehow expecting
expecting someone
maybe the prince in disguise
suffering a snow queen curse
but you're wrong of course
it's in reverse
out in the snow
muffled
the last silent night
the last sacrifice
red running over white
red running over white
red
running over white
red
running over white
running red
over white
running red
over white
red over white
red over white
red
over white
Red Over White (Extended Mix)
written by (©)
Spellbound
released May, 1981
Spellbound
written by (©)
Follow the Sun
written by (©)
Scarecrow thinks he's grown very tall
Growing tall under the golden sun
The golden sun
Growing with the children of the
Sending up a message in a strange tongue
The message of the sun
Young skin stretched thin over ball of string
The crimson spilling over cross
Spilling everywhere
Watch the children of the corn
One by one they're following the sun
Got to run
Following the sun on the run
Following the sun on the run
Following the sun
Don't be ashamed of what you've done
You must not run
Follow the sun
Follow the sun
Follow the sun
Follow the sun
Follow the sun
Follow the sun
Slap Dash Snap
written by (©)
in pieces
Shut your mouth
?????
Shut your mouth
pieces
shut your mouth
Shut your mouth
?????
tender
Shut your mouth
?????
?????
?????
?????
Juju
released June, 1981
Spellbound
written by (©)
From the cradle bars
Comes a beckoning voice
It sends you spinning
You have no choice.....
You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice
You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Spellbound, spellbound, spellbound
Spellbound, spellbound, spellbound, spellbound
And don't forget
When your elders forget
To say their prayers
Take them by the legs
And throw them down the stairs
When you think your toys have gone berserk
Its an illusion
You cannot shirk
You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Spellbound, spellbound, spellbound
Spellbound, spellbound, spellbound, spellbound
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Entranced, entranced, dance, dance, dance
Into the Light
written by (©)
Into the line
I see it fine
into the line
our hearts entwine
remember when
your time again
Standing in the light
always sitting on the line
never on a side
always wanting to be right
Standing in the light
I never wanted to be right
Now I'm attracted by the light
and blinded by the sight
Into the light
Into the light
I see it fight
into the light
a new horizon
Bleached into white
kept out of sight
Standing in the light
always sitting on the line
never on a side
Pushing out the light
Standing in the light
I never wanted to be right
Now I'm attracted by the light
and blinded by the sight
Remember when
your time again
Into the line
I see it fine
into the line
our hearts entwine
remember when
your time again
Dead ahead in the night
burning in the light
and knowing that it's right
driving in the night
Dead ahead in the night
burning in the light
and knowing that it's right
driving in the night
Remember when
your time again
Into the light....
Arabian Knights
written by (©)
The jewel, the prize
Looking into your eyes
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find
I hear a rumour - it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour - what have you done to her
Myriad lights - they said I'd be impressed
Arabian Knights - at your primitive best
A tourist oasis - reflects in seedy sunshades
A monstrous oil tanker
It's wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour - what have you done to her
I heard a rumour - what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whist you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheep's eyes - no forks or knives
Myriad lights - they said I'd be impressed
Arabian Knights - at your primitive best
Halloween
written by (©)
The night is still
and the frost it bites my face
I wear my silence like a mask
and murmur like a ghost
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
the bitter and the sweet
The carefree days
are distant now
I wear my memories like a shroud
I try to speak but words collapse
Echoing
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
the bitter and the sweet
I wander through your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween..... Halloween
A sweet reminder
in the ice-blue nursery
of a childish murder
of hidden lustre
and she cries
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
the bitter and the sweet
I wander through your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween..... Halloween
Monitor
written by (©)
Monitor outside
for the people inside
a prevention of crime
a passing of time
They come and they go
it's a passing of time
they come and they go
whist we sit in our homes
Sit back and enjoy
the real McCoy
our new air if authority
our sentinel of misery
His face was full of intent
and we shook with excitement
then the victim stared up
looked strangely at the screen
as if her pain was our fault
but that's entertainment
what we crave for inside
no more second rate movies
from those people outside
Night Shift
written by (©)
Only at night time - I see you
in darkness - I feel you
A bride by my side - I'm inside many brides
Sometimes I wonder.....
What goes on in your mind, always silent and kind
unlike the others.....
Fuck the mothers kill the others
Fuck the others kill the mothers
I'll put it out of my mind because.....
I'm out of my mind with you
in heaven and hell with you.....
My Night Shift Sisters
await your nightly visitor
they don't bother me
no they don't bother me
The cold marble slab submits at my feet
with a neat dissection.....
looking so sweet to me - please come to me
with your cold flesh - my cold love
hissing - not kissing
a happy go lucky chap - always dressed in black
he'll come to you, he'll come to you
My Night Shift Sisters
with your nightly visitor
a new vocation in life
my love with a knife
Fuck the mothers kill the others
Fuck the others kill the mothers
I'll put it out of my mind because.....
I'm out of my mind with you
in heaven and hell with you.....
Sin in My Heart
written by (©)
Sin in my heart
Sin in my heart.....
sin in my heart flying like a dart
oh sin in my heart
It's beginning to start.....
when you're lying like a tart
sin in my heart
when you grovel at my feet
oh sin in my heart
it's short and sweet
Sin in my heart.....
swift as a dart in my heart
oh sin in my heart
When you grovel at my feet
keep it short and sweet
Sin in my heart.....
Head Cut
written by (©)
The head is the best part
my headcut my woodcut
I saw you in the gallery
with your torso and family
a huge smiling central face
with eyes and lips cut out
but smiling and eating
lots of other lips.....
A beautiful mask in plastercast
such a beautiful mask in plastercast
Can I take it back with me
Back to the flat with me
Oh severed head
I'll feed your head with bread
and paint your lips bright red
I'll keep it fresh on ice
it will look very nice
Can I take it back with me
Back to the flat with me
Shrunken head under the bed
the flies are humming
there's a red under the bed
the spit is turning
roasting burning
shadows dancing - By the fire
flickering flames laugh - with desire
The head is the best part
my headcut my woodcut
Voodoo Dolly
written by (©)
She's your little voodoo dolly
and she's gonna make you lazy
like the little drum in your ear
transfixes you to your fear
And now she's transfixed in your fear
and you know she's gonna stay there
because her nails are deep in your hair
and she made you so..... unaware
Are you listening to your fear
the beat is coming nearer
like that little drum in your ear
transfixes you to your fear
She's such an ugly little dolly
and she's making you look very silly
and when you listen in to her ear
you get paralysed with her fear
Oh down..... down in your fear
Now this little voodoo dolly
has made you very lazy
you're anemic from her sucking
and when you're dead she'll find another
Better break that little dolly
and sling her in the corner
Now she's a sorry little dolly
such a sorry little dolly
Are you listening to your fear
the beat is coming nearer
like that little drum in your ear
transfixing you to your fear
Listen.....
Arabian Knights
released July, 1981
Arabian Knights
written by (©)
Supernatural Thing
written by (©)
Your love, your love, your love - ow!
Is a supernatural thing
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Is a supernatural thing
When we touch
You give me some kind of feeling in my brain
I'm so possessed by your love
Sometimes I don't even know my name
When we kiss
You know you make me hot
I break out sometimes
In little bitty green spots
You give me, give me all of your love
But don't stop it now
Coz I need it lots
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Is a supernatural thing
When we touch
You give me some kind of feeling inside my brain
I'm so possessed by your love
Sometimes I don't even know my name
When we kiss
You know you make me hot
I break out sometimes
In little bitty green spots
You give me, give me all of your love
But don't stop it now
Coz I need it lots
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Is a supernatural thing
Supernatural
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Is a supernatural thing
Interplanetary
Extraordinary
I like it
Interplanetary
Extraordinary
I like it
I like it
You give me constant feeling
Every time I ???
Your love
so electrifying
so satisfying
??? ? ? ?? ?
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Is a supernatural thing
Supernatural - oh
Your love, your love, your love - ow!
Is a supernatural thing
Supernatural
Interplanetary
Extraordinary
I like it
Listen to me
Interplanetary
Extraordinary
Supernatural thing
Supernatural
Supernatural thing
Supernatural
Interplanetary
Extraordinary
Supernatural thing
Supernatural
Supernatural thing
Supernatural
Oh
Congo Conga
written by (©)
Slap Dash Snap
written by (©)
Once Upon A Time
released November, 1981
Hong Kong Garden
written by (©)
Mirage
written by (©)
The Staircase (Mystery)
written by (©)
Playground Twist
written by (©)
Love in a Void
written by (©)
Happy House
written by (©)
Christine
written by (©)
Israel
written by (©)
Spellbound
written by (©)
Arabian Knights
written by (©)
Fireworks
released May, 1982
Fireworks
written by (©)
Coal Mind
written by (©)
We Fall
written by (©)
Slowdive
released October, 1982
Slowdive
written by (©)
Slowdive (D.J. version)
written by (©)
Cannibal Roses
written by (©)
Obsession II
written by (©)
A Kiss in the Dreamhouse
released October, 1982
Cascade
written by (©)
Oh the Air was shining
Shining like a wedding ring
Barbed like sex
I felt 10,000 colts
My chest was full of eels
Pushing through my usual skin
I opened up new wounds
Pouting, Shouting:-
Oh Love - like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh Love-lorn victims laughing
Laughing in cascades
The Sun was rich
Rich with a song of sin
My breath melted my words
Into strange alphabets
Tormenting my tongue
Pouting, Shouting:-
Oh Love - like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh Love-lorn victims laughing
Laughing in cascades
The heartbeats were echoing
Echoing the revolver
Emptying into my mouth
I pulled a face from my pocket
And smiled a Leper's grin
I felt somebody else close
Pouting, Shouting:-
Oh Love - like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh Love-lorn victims laughing
Laughing in cascades
Green Fingers
written by (©)
Hibiscus head - in a flower bed
A finger hewn - planted and sewn
Oh magic in her hands - she could make anything grow
Magic in her hands - she had green fingers
It's curious
Where animals don't go
Mandrake - rooted deep into the soil
Where the sun won't fall - but it flourishes
See the pretty maids - all in a row
Oh magic in her hands - she could make anything grow
Magic in her hands - she had green fingers
It's reaching...
And groping - a clammy handshake
Clawing the ivy
Crawling the tightrope - along the lattice work
With this hand I the wed
With this hand I thee bed
With this hand I...
Obsession
written by (©)
Do you hear this breath - it's an obsessive breath
Can you feel this beat - it's an obsessive heart-beat
Waiting to be joined with its obsession
I close my eyes - but I can't sleep
The thin membrane can't veil
The branded picture of you
The signs and signals show - the traffic lights say go
Again you baffle me, pretending not to see... me
I broke into your room - I broke down in my room
Touched your belongings there - and left a lock of my hair
Another sign for you
You screamed into my face - get the hell out of my place
Another sign for me? Can you forgive me?
For not understanding your ways
You know sometimes you take it all too far
Then I remember - it's a game between you and me
A divine test for us two
It's all in my imagination
Yes they even say that our mission... is only
My obsession
Do you hear this breath - it's and oppressive breath
Suffocation in the poison - of your obsession
Can you feel this beat - it's a possessive beat
Your pulse stops in the claws - of your obsession
She's a Carnival
written by (©)
In the heart of the night
She smiles like Mardi-Gras
Spinning in a dizzy haze
Her circus head giggles
It's a friendly disease
Catching colours from the air
So with your hands upon the hips
Of the dancing flesh
...She's a carnival...
And when it's lip to lip
In a surprise-time kiss
...She's a carnival...
Mosaic eye, gypsy eye
Glowing as it dazzles
She's a portrait of a poison
For you to quench your thirst
A portrait of a poison...
So with your hands upon the hips
Of the dancing flesh
...She's a carnival...
And when it's lip to lip
In a surprise-time kiss
...She's a carnival...
Circle
written by (©)
Pretty girl of 16 - has fun and runs crazy
Ruined girl of 16 - now a mother grows lazy
Next an 16 year old baby - like mother grows lazy
And her stomach is churning - whilst her eyes keep on turning
Round and around
Getting no higher from the ground
Round and around
The circle has an empty sound...
Father inflicts disciplined - boy rebels against him
He leaves for the big town - for love and adventure
But the words he first heard - unlike his instincts run deeper
Now boy beats his children - if they disobey him
And the cat riddled with worms - chases his tail round
And around...
The endless full circle for the next in line
The endless full circle...
Take the red line, the green line, the silver or blue
Any line you can think of - except for the yellow
Take a trip with your family - and see where they go
Give them a free ticket - it's the best thing to do
And if you wind up on the circle line
Hell, it's not from lack of options
Then if you run into the yellow
Well that's up to you
Round and around
Getting no higher from the ground
Round and around
The circle has an empty sound
The endless full circle - for the next in line
The endless full circle - are you the next in line
Round and around...
Melt!
written by (©)
You are the melting men
You are your situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide...in sex
So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny deaths
So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
You are the melting men
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed (in lace, blood & sperm)
Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline...and devotion
So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
Can you see?
See into the back of a long, black car
Pulling away from a funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting...
Painted Bird
written by (©)
On lead-poisoned wings - you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown - at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes - show no mercy no mercy
Painted bird - it's absurd
Just a tainted bird - hurting their twisted nerve
The flock will make you choke - on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills - they make a din
In laughing unison - your hitchcock carrion -
Carry on
Painted bird - it's absurd
Just a tainted bird - hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow - maybe tomorrow
You'll lose your sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather - and all that sorrow
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock - with a sharp-honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design - there's no more sorrow
Have you heard - about the painted bird
Just a tainted bird - hunting their twisted nerve
We've lost our sorrow - now it's tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds - mocking that twisted nerve
Cocoon
written by (©)
Here in my cot - where my cot loves me
I'll stay here a while - in the cotton wool cocoon
'Till the chrysalis is ripe - 'till the time is right
With this feeling if insecurity
I have to shrink back inside - run and hide
Back in the cocoon - hugging my knees
Watching my insides - the skinned glow-worm writhings
Lying in blankets - I've been here a while
Tapping out rhythms - against the mattress and wall
The heat melts the sheets - another layer is peeled
Tapping out rhythms...
Just my cot, the wallpaper and me
I've been here a while - tapping out rhythms
Still finding charms in the memory of those constrictor arms
Glowing in the dark my luminous green
A pearl beaded lizard - bathed in a gossamer scent
With my heat detector lip-pit - pulling at newly formed tissue
Lying in blankets - I've been here a while
Tapping out rhythms...against the mattress and wall
Waiting...to loose the bandages
Waiting for new appendages
Lying in blankets - I've been here a while
I've been here too long - banging out rhythms
Listen for other tappings...
banging out rhythms
back in the cocoon
Slowdive
written by (©)
Get your head down to the ground
Shake it all around - a dirty sound
Put your knees into your face
And see if you can race - real slow
It's a slowdive - when you die slow
Oh it's a low jive - do the slowdive
Now you jump back like a hound
Emit a howling sound
Dig those limbs into the floor
And holler out for more
And you revel in the dips
When your backbone slips
Taking honeysuckle sips
From your rolling hips
It shifts and shifts
It's a slowdive - when you die slow
When you come alive it's a slow jive
Do the slowdive
Melt!
released November, 1982
Melt!
written by (©)
Il Est Ne Le Divin Enfant
written by (©)
A Sleeping Rain
written by (©)
Dear Prudence
released September, 1983
Dear Prudence
written by (©)
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out and play
Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around
Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?
Tattoo
written by (©)
There's a Planet in my Kitchen
written by (©)
Nocturne
released November, 1983
Rites of Spring
written by (©)
Israel
written by (©)
Dear Prudence
written by (©)
Paradise Place
written by (©)
Melt!
written by (©)
Cascade
written by (©)
Pulled to Bits
written by (©)
Night Shift
written by (©)
Sin in My Heart
written by (©)
Slowdive
written by (©)
Painted Bird
written by (©)
Happy House
written by (©)
Switch
written by (©)
Spellbound
written by (©)
Helter Skelter
written by (©)
Eve White, Eve Black
written by (©)
Voodoo Dolly
written by (©)
Head Cut
released December, 1983
Head Cut
written by (©)
Running Town
written by (©)
Swimming Horses
released March, 1984
Swimming Horses
written by (©)
Let Go
written by (©)
The Humming Wires
written by (©)
Dazzle
released May, 1984
Dazzle
written by (©)
Dazzle (Glamour mix)
written by (©)
I Promise
written by (©)
Throw Them to the Lions
written by (©)
Hyaena
released June, 1984
Dazzle
written by (©)
swallowing diamonds
a cutting throat
your teeth when you grin
reflecting beams on tombstones
a jamboree of surprises
playing russian roulette
or the lucky clip
a clenched fist to your heart
coal dust on your lungs
a silver tongue for the chosen one
heavy magnum in your side or a bloody thorn
skating bullets on angel dust
in a dead sea of fluid mercury
baby piano cries
under your heavy index & thumb
pull some strings -- let them sing
the stars that shine & the stars that shrink
in the face of stagnation the water runs
before your eyes
dazzle
it's a glittering prize
We Hunger
written by (©)
a ravenous greed
for a brood to feed
a lusting spawn
on a weekend fawn
do you hunger for this
sucking leaches feel the need
sucking dry unsated stomach pops
sharpened knives with flying sparks
sagging bodies with stretch marks
& your belly aches
do you hunger for this
bled white with avarice
as the rust creeps
corrosion seeps a rotting seed
eat me -- feed me
with your belching foul breath
your destructive kiss death
do you hunger for this
the bliss of a sweet kiss
shanghai'ed on a locust flight
the thirst from a vampire bite
fills the emptiness inside
consuming everything green-eyed
we hunger
Take Me Back
written by (©)
deep in the heart
of a seething beast
think of bright lights
a splendid feast
but something's missing
she's feeling low
something's missing
she's going home
take me back -- I'm feeling low
take me back -- I'm going home
take me back -- I'm so alone
take me back I'm travelling home
suspicious stranger
there's something wrong
she is changed
ah but this is not
she is back
but she's not home
she is back
but she's still alone
she came back after all this time
she came back to warning signs
all is black when the lights are on
nothing rhymes its been so long
deep in the heart
of a seething beast
think of bright lights
a splendid feast
where you arrive
can be home
where you come from
isn't always home
take me back -- I'm coming home
take me back -- where I belong
take me back I'm leaving home
take me back I'm coming home
Belladonna
written by (©)
sunrise breaks its fatal perfume
and I'm dizzy to distraction
the scented clutches of a siren's lament
embrace the sound of enchantment
five fathoms deep, the lovers leap
the lanterns of skin beckon us in
o belladonna
nightfalls decent shrouds her intent
in a halo of sharks and a skeleton mask
o belladonna
daylight devours your unguarded hours
burnt and charred, this bride of scars
o belladonna
lost in the glare, all of us stare
the patterns of pain, scream out your name
o belladonna
Swimming Horses
written by (©)
falling in your, falling in your arms
fish on a line, learns to live on dry land
thrown back again to drown
kinder with poison
than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell
feel the cruel stones breaking her bones
dead before born
words fall in ruins - but no sound
she's dying of your shame - she maimed by your paw
he gives birth to swimming horses
fish on a line, walking on dry land
but, back in the water to drown we drown
floating in sky
he gives birth to swimming horses
take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side
the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion
& washes pointless tortures
he gives birth to swimming horses
floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms
Bring Me the Head of the Preacher Man
written by (©)
following desire in your eyes
you're mine you're mine all mine
following the signs ... in your mind
you're mine, you're mine, all mine
bring me the head of the preacher
man in the sickening daze ...
o the rotting sun washes down
the moonshine boys
the vultures drool
... they pluck the gold dust from his eyes
& pick his bones until they're clean
the book of sorrows -- the american dreams
bring me the head of the preacher man
on the blazing trail
heaven holds lonestar promise el dorado --
the insane theatre, once more we rise
to drain the last of liquid sleep
the gift of chance
eating the worm ... as the v{por drops & dances
& everything stops & dances
bring me the head of the preacher man
we tumble down these lonely days
we tumble down
Running Town
written by (©)
just a step onto the street
an uncomfortable heat
rattlers at your feet
in running town
helter skelter all a-swelter
the impetus is seething
in running town
a thousand curses
full speed ahead
lockjaw aggression
& buzzing imitations
deride the friendly martian
in running town
helter skelter all a-swelter
the impetus is seething
in running town
a thousand curses
full speed ahead
if you gaze into her face
she'll come back & drown
all refugees in the sea
of running town
a thousand curses
full speed ahead
laughter rebounds & strangles
that sound in running town
Pointing Bone
written by (©)
from the fury pit, a reek of misery
like a trumpet groan, tornado moan
the splendor splits like a golden skin
he and the wizards cry like hummingbirds
in treasure glows, your weeping wings
and a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike
when held on high by the riverside
like a torn-throat child
in a jackals hide
cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
silent in flamingo ease
distant in troubled trance
within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs
the tears of the moon
the sweat of the sun
sacraficial hearts for a pointing bone
with a gorgons head and a coal of skulls
they're kindling fires in open wounds
pointing bone
in a jaguar skin, blood matted mane
beacons blaze toward a waning moon
Blow the House Down
written by (©)
weaving in his basket chair
'twist you round a lock of hair
made of straw -- the wicker man
made of straw -- I'll blow your house down
bishops falling from the windows
the lightening makes your hair stand on end
this dervish frenzy -- will make you run around
this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
blow the house down
stretching a rubber band miracles trip over
feel where we stand
shift the ground -- caterpillar man
crumbling castles in the sand
blow the house down
feebly we put our heads out of our foxy laire
we feel the chill from the night soare
standing in the storm -- waiting for the flash to crash
counting seconds before we turn to ash
it's getting nearer ...
blow the house down
this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
standing on the stairs that want to fall down
it's getting nearer don't turn your head around
made of straw
a lighted match
burn the house down
turn your head around
pillars of salt watch as it all burns down
down to the ground
blow the house down
The Thorn
released October, 1984
Overground
written by (©)
Voices
written by (©)
Placebo Effect
written by (©)
Red Over White
written by (©)
the woods and the town
covered in snow
all transformed to a fairytale
like the fresh page of a book opened up
ready
waiting
for the story to begin
for you're all in a scene
objects in black ink
fringed in white
breathing and living
and anticipating
a colour
all transformed to a fairytale
unreal and inviting
inviting you to step in
and follow the path neverending
you're now leaving
imprints
and somehow expecting
expecting someone
maybe the prince in disguise
suffering a snow queen curse
but you're wrong of course
it's in reverse
out in the snow
muffled
the last silent night
the last sacrifice
red running over white
red running over white
red
running over white
red
running over white
running red
over white
running red
over white
red over white
red over white
red
over white
running red over white
running red over white
all (oh?) red over white
running red
over white
running red
over white
red over white
red over white
all (oh?) red
over white
all (oh?) red
over white
Cities in Dust
released October, 1985
Cities in Dust
written by (©)
Cities in Dust (Eruption mix)
written by (©)
Cities in Dust (remix)
written by (©)
Cities in Dust (LP version)
written by (©)
An Execution
written by (©)
Quarterdrawing of the Dog
written by (©)
Candyman
released February, 1986
Candyman
written by (©)
Lullaby
written by (©)
Umbrella
written by (©)
Tinderbox
released April, 1986
Candyman
written by (©)
Sickly sweet, his poison seeks
for the young ones who don't understand
the danger on his hands
with a jaundiced wink see his cunning seek
oh trust in me my pretty one
come walk with me my helpless one
Candyman
Syrup lies upon your tongue
gelatine saliva spills
the flash of a guillotine a smile
Candyman - oh candyman
No pity for him, their misery screams
unspeakable things
A cool missile, yes it's in his smile
with open arms to welcome you
beware the masked pretender
he always lies, this candyman
those lips conspire in treachery
to strike in cloak and dagger see
Candyman - oh candyman
And all the children, he warns "don't tell"
those threats are sold
with their guilt and shame they think they're to blame
For candyman - oh candyman
The Sweetest Chill
Hearing you - in my sleep
feeling you - your cadence sleeps
whispering in flashback - the spectres of your memories
fall in glistening showers - such a tender descent
intones this haunting lament
The Sweetest Chill
written by (©)
Fearing you - but calling your name
icy breath - encases my skin
fingers like a fountain of needles
shiver along my spine
and rain down so divine
The sweetest chill
A drowning so sublime - spins in a heavenly climb
Calling you - tears thaw my sleep
wanting you - this hoary web is weaved
from this strange confusion
grows a perverse communication
it enthralls me and coils me around
The sweetest chill
Enchantment ebbs and whirls - the sweetest chill
enchantment ebbs and whirls - oh the thrill
The sweetest chill
This Unrest
This unrest beats out my breath
disconnected thoughts jangle in a mess
This Unrest
written by (©)
This unrest crucifies my chest
without anaesthetic it cuts
through timourous flesh
This unrest beats out my breath......
This unrest beats in my chest
discordant limbs watch unimpressed
at the aimless walk the mindless talk
the pictures leap out and dance for me
they laugh at me
As your bitterness closes in
You're feeling very old again
ah just to sleep, without these thoughts
but the angels shout, resurrecting doubts
Ah we meet again, my trusty friend
demanding new favours for old time's sake
inside this captive frame
come and claim your liberty
Cities in Dust
written by (©)
Metal and flesh will fuse today
these visions jump out and blast my days
clean away......
Cities In Dust
Water was running; children were running
you were running out of time
under the mountain, a golden fountain
were you praying at the lares shrine?
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding - we found you lying
choking on the dirt and sand
your former glories and all the stories
dragged and washed with eager hands
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning - in your nostrils
pouring down your gaping mouth
your molten bodies - blanket of cinders
caught in the throes......
And your city lies in dust
Cannons
Troubled weather's on its way
tempests threaten us today
there's no respite, from long dark nights
just the fantasy of spring
Cannons
written by (©)
From the hailstones of summer
to a scorching winter land
a frozen death sleep, then this heat
beats down on this buckled land
Flames lick closer to the core
from city limits fireball
and in a headless chicken run
race red and screaming fire engines
then the canons came
Near the brooding sky
beneath its baleful eye
the cannon shot, the cannon crack
disturbing night dreams
People fled in droves
to the lakes and to the shores
left behind a near ghost town
save the life of the cannons resounding
still there was no rain
Once more in the line of fire
hovers the preying sky
the cannons aim jabs at the eye
heralding the rain.....
Party's Fall
written by (©)
Party's Fall
Your parties fall around you
another night beckons to you
your parties fall around you
another night beckons to you
Shadows loom as you resist the gloom
faded hues issue forth and bloom
A bed of leaves for a lover
awake with a kiss and rise asunder
and when the party's over
you retreat in a realm of slumber
In your mind crystal lights rebound
wheels spin round and you hear the sound
of autumn's call at party's fall
Through rose-tinted glass you still remember
the gladness, not sadness, only laughter
In your mind vicious lights rebound
wheels spin round and you hear the sound
of autumn's call a party's fall
The smile in the mirror grows weaker
the laughter you heard is growing fainter
Your parties fall around you
the night forgets to rouse you
your party's fall astounds you
an aura of sadness abounds you
92 Degrees
written by (©)
Glad rags sigh
maybe you're alone inside, don't hide
hurting all the time, hurting deep inside, don't cry
My happiness depends on knowing this friend is never alone
on your own
a party on our own
we'll have a party on our own inside
no sighs
92°
The day drags by like a wounded animal
the approaching disease 92°
the blood in our veins and the brains in our head
the approaching unease 92°
Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too
but too late for the loved ones and nearly for you.....
Shaky lines - on the horizon
shaky thoughts - invade each person
watch the red line - creeping upwards
watch the sanity line weaken
the volcanic depths of hade's ocean
bubble under, these crazed eruptions
it wriggles and writhes and bites within
just below the sweating skin
I wondered when this would happen again
now I watch the red line, reach that number again
the blood in our veins ant the brains in our head.....
Drink the water with jagged glass
eat the cactus with bleeding mouth
not 91 or 93, but 92 fahrenheit degrees
Shaky lines - on the horizon
shaky thoughts - invade each person
not 91 or 93 but 92 fahrenheit degrees
Lands End
Come take this hand at twilight's door
I'll meet you there, we'll share the moonlit floor
through the driving rain, colours run in veins
ozone fills the air, two figures disappear
Come let's take flight, let's quit this scene tonight
whilst they sleep on endless, in their wrecked designs
sleep on endless in your wrecked designs
Moths touched by flame repeat their fatal game
forever and eternally, the cliffs around the crashing sea
unsolved and endless, wait for me
Undulating far below where lucid waters flow
their faces deem to know......
Lands End
written by (©)
Where the land falls to an end
this hidden tale begins
take a walk with me, down by the sea
take a walk with me
down by the sea
An Execution
This is what you saw......
The unsuspecting horse was held fast to the ground
whilst some soldiers slit open its belly
the guilty gypsy was shoved inside the horse's belly
with only his head protruding from the dying
beast. Another soldier then sewed up the wound
with the culprit inside, condemned to die, along
with the putrefying animal, screaming
Lullaby
The lunacy will leave the day
luminous in flight
as the moon spits out
in jagged beams another night
wrap around this brilliant veil
tranquil and unbroken
as you spiral down
a world of clay and taut convulsion
the dream swan spins
and cartwheel turns
down deep within your violet slide
the sun begins to rise
shaking down its morning swords to thaw your frozen eyes
the dream swan spins
and so conceal the heart that aches and yearns
hush awhile
sleepless child
I'll be watching over you
Umbrella
Away from the dying rain, far away
from pain washed drains
under the darkening skies
now under the protecting lines
beneath these unloved crimes
relief is a gentle sigh
dissolve these eyes so I may cry
This Wheel's on Fire
released January, 1987
This Wheel's on Fire
written by (©)
This Wheel's on Fire (Incendiary mix)
written by (©)
This Wheel's on Fire (7" version)
written by (©)
This Wheel's on Fire (LP version)
written by (©)
Shooting Sun
written by (©)
Sleepwalking (On the High Wire)
written by (©)
She Cracked
written by (©)
The Passenger
released March, 1987
The Passenger
written by (©)
The Passenger (Lllllocomotion mix)
written by (©)
The Passenger (edited version)
written by (©)
The Passenger (LP version)
written by (©)
She's Cuckoo
written by (©)
Something Blue
written by (©)
Through the Looking Glass
released March, 1987
This Town Ain't Big Enough for the Both of Us
written by (©)
Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants
and tacky tigers
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave
Flying domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear
Heartbeat increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-coloured bombadier it's Hiroshima
that you're nearing
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave
Daily, exept for Sunday
You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her each day
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you, they need their
protein just like you do
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave
Shower, another shower
You've got to look your best for her and be clean everywhere
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets
cannot cut you down
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave
Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town though not
enough to go ground
Hearbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that :
This town isn't big enough,
not big enough for both of us
This town isn't big enough,
not big enough for both of us
And I ain't gonna leave
Hall of Mirrors
written by (©)
The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors
Where he discovered a reflection of himself
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Sometimes he saw his real face
And sometimes a stranger at his place
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass
He fell in love with the image of himself
and suddenly the picture was distorted
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
He made up the person he wanted to be
And changed into a new personality
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
The artist is living in the mirror
With the echoes of himself
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Trust in Me
written by (©)
(aka The Python's Song)
(in "The Jungle Book", by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)
Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me
You can sleep safe and sound
Knowing I am around
Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist
Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me
This Wheel's on Fire
written by (©)
If your mem'ry serves you well,
We were goin' to meet again and wait,
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late.
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell,
But you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well.
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!
If your mem'ry serves you well,
I was goin' to confiscate your lace,
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case.
If I knew for sure that it was yours . . .
But it was oh so hard to tell.
But you knew that we would meet again,
If your mem'ry serves you well.
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!
If your mem'ry serves you well,
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done.
And after ev'ry plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell,
You knew that we would meet again,
If your mem'ry served you well.
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!
Strange Fruit
written by (©)
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.
You're Lost Little Girl
written by (©)
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, girl
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost...
The Passenger