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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 despise For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars I dare I dare I dare- you- you |
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| 2. |
| 4:59 |
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A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multi-reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odorous whim Camera eye-flick-shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace of pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The card is lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Let me catch the slit of light For a maidens sake On a maiden flight In the flat field I do get bored Replace with Piccadilly whores In my yearn for some cerebral fix Transfer me to that solid plain Hammer me into blazen pain Moulding shapes no shame to waste Moulding shapes no shame to waste And drag me there with deafening haste. |
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| 3. |
| 3:53 |
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She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep And in her fear She sought cracked pleasures The passion of lovers is for death said she Licked her lips And turned to feather And as I watched from underneath I came aware of all that she keep The little foxes so safe and sound They were not dead They'd gone to ground Chorus: The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death (chorus) She breaks her heart Just a little too much And her jokes attract the lucky bad type As she dips and wails And slips her banshee smile She gets the better of the bigger to the letter (chorus 3x) The passion of lovers is for death said she |
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| 4. |
| 9:28 |
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Supernatural S6..
deraze Play With Fire (Original Single Mono Ver.) The Rollin.. Smiling Faces Sometimes The Undisp.. Me And Mrs. Jones Billy Paul 곡 126 | 담기 4 | 추천 1 |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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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 the holes in your head He's the poison in your poison The razor in your head Hanging on a picture Eyelid needle and thread You empty yourself once again But he's always one step ahead He whispers in your ear was it nothing that you said He's walking in your sleep now He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The sanity assassin Stays up all night stalking The sanity assassin Picks off victims like flies The sanity assassin Let his fingers do the walking The sanity assassin The crack shot between your eyes He's got you in his sights He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The razor in your head He's the poison in your poison Drops a capsule in your drink (repeat) |
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| 6. |
| 3:50 | 
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| 7. |
| 3:11 |
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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 a beautiful downgrade going to hell again going to hell again Self confidence leaks from a thousand wounds faults of civilizations burning the private paradise of dreams minus hands of the electric clock what happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated? following the silent hedges following the silent hedges going to hell again pure sensation the beautiful downgrade going to hell again going to hell again again (x5) |
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| 8. |
| 4:47 |
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Ancient earthwork, fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills That music hold and Oberon fill Is surely recommended not For fear of death, in fear of rot Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Baleful sound and wild voices ignored In luck, disaster, the one reward Violated sanctity of supermen's hills So sad (hollow hills) Love lies there still (hollow hills) So sad (hollow hills) So sad (hollow hills) Hollow hills (hollow hills) Hollow hills (hollow hills) Hollow hills Hollow hills Witches too, and goblin's too, too And speckled sills Lament, repent Oh mortal you (oh mortal you) So sad (hollow hills), so sad So sad, so sad... |
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| 9. |
| 4:36 |
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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 |
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| 10. |
| 3:36 |
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| 11. |
| 3:13 |
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Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders From Mars He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man Then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do Like some cat from Japan He could lick 'em by smiling He could leave them to hang Came on so loaded man Well hung and snow-white tan So where were the Spiders While the flies tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands Ziggy played for time Jiving us that we were voodoo But the kids were just crass He was the nazz, with God-given ass He took it all too far But boy, could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man We had to break up the band Now Ziggy played guitar |
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| 12. |
| 3:51 |
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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 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 (dark entries...) Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...) He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...) Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...) 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 Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries |
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| 13. |
| 4:22 |
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Terror couple kill colonel
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 Terror couple kill colonel And as he lay there Playing games with his pain He felt his choice of jobs Was such a mistake He could have been a doctor In a soft easy chair In stead he chose three stars A territorial affair Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel In his West German home In his West German home In his West German home |
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| 14. |
| 3:44 |
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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 Theatre's kiss The stage becomes a ship in flames I tie you to the mast Throw your body overboard The spotlight doesn't last The spotlight doesn't last I could be with you Or waiting in the wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I may tap you on the shoulder And whisper "go" in red Strip your feet of lead my friend Strip your feet of lead Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight We love our audience (repeat) |
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| 15. |
| 9:24 |
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| 16. |
| 3:15 |
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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) |
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