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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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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
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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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
We're going down
We're going down We're going down To the kamikaze dive Pussy Galore Fishnet leatherette Psuedo sumo wrestler Dangerous dances The dragons claw On the door K-Tel oriental The monkey's paw. You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly You're so necromantic Stitch my thigh Mixing molotov cocktails Snappy little fingers Venomous and vain 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. We're feeling so alive, what's showingLike manic moths in Chinese lanterns now |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
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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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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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
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 Nerves. As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger In your pumping heart Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass. A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass Nerves. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
(john cale)
Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of All sorts of Untidy whores Came from next door Came from next door But some men are chosen from the rest But their disappointment runs with their guests Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden But their choice don't seem to matter They got swollen breasts and lips that putter And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter Is just a little parasitic scream of whores Screaming whores In the rosegarden funeral of sores Virgin Mary was tired So tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints In the In the Rosegarden Rosegarden funeral of sores |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Scopes
Scopes Scopes Scopes Galvanascope Hydroscope Electroscope Polemescope Telescope Microscope Polariscope Sizemoscope Periscope Stethoscope Kaleidoscope The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopesThe twenty scopes |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks Small talk stinks See the young man in his new gown Small talk stinks Talking up to his bouffant drag Something that he's never had He says he loves you with flowers A sentence should be like a serpent Quick with a sting in its tail String me a line that has meaning and depth There's no small talk with walky talkies Small talk stinks. I said it stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks. You whisper sweet nothings chit-chat-back-chat There's no idle gossip in braille Taking combs three times an day Twice an hour Indentikit cute lips from wall to wall See the young man in his new gown Stand in line for the photo call Talking up to his bouffant drag Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinksSmall talk stinks |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
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 cords 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 out 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 |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
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 into your crimson orifice In holy remembrance In scarlet bliss In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum Father, son, and holy ghost Stigmata Martyr |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam You're my main man Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim I know's where you've been 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 all right Bobby's all right He's a natural-born poet He's just outta sight Jungle Faced Jake Jungle Faced Jake I say make no mistake About Jungle Faced Jake Automatic shoes Automatic shoes Give me 3-D 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 for you |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
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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The night the ?
Ring a ring of rosies A pocket full of posies A tissue A tissue (sneeze) |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Dancing on hot tiles
Dancing on tender hooks Dancing down church aisles Dancing on holy books Dancing on crocodiles Dancing on hallowed ground Dancing Nyjinsky style Dancing with the lost and found Dancing on rock 'n roll's grave 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 |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance Nine lives on the spirits 'Til the desert suns prevail In every scream eternal Locks out boredom forever Paints your fishes black It's so exciting Separate hearts Midnight Midnight close Almost crying Underneath the vine Fly like the jet The tan and white Evening I hear whistling In my ear wax Seven shapes Black |
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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 merciless tortured by thoughts Kept on thinking The man who was crippled with concern 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 burned to 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 |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Well hello pretty woman
You're looking good With a yellow dot skirt And you're swaying hah You look as though you've ate your one last meal You're conceit is all thats left You can sing a spiel You used to hide away in kiosk land Let's find you out and loosen up You're so upset Making coffee for the poor machines Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some hah Well they're as stiff as New York With the right wing lights And the babies get for real if the group is right Following her swallowing some two-tone pills They said he's looking crazy but he's so well built You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be Harree aee ah Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to But he's seen shadows upon that ball Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead... Your mother father brother sister too Natural best All the best go on you I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some (Harree aee ah) Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Ancient Earth work 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 The 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 sounds and wild voices ignored In 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 sad |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
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 Fear 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 Fear 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 |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
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 Hidden deep inside 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 (x4) 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 (x4) |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
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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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Gonna be like a dog
Lay flat 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 a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothin, 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 a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
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 the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, number thirteen.
Barely concealed but hopeful Blackout Blackout! I will clinb this high wall In rememberance 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 |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Wipe away the night's last cold stare Red fist curled 'round the house Was away boy Shelly's shoes wash Chocolate power is so crisp The atomic open house is really here And we have gone so desperate Your power knows no bounds And heavier with time Are our shoes That no man would want to wear New tread wipes a wet road so dry it stings Into the borrowed course Under the dreadful birds Under the singing soil And all those guilty clouds I have seen too much Wipe away my eyes Too much |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
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 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 hear 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 The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Daniel Ash - Foolish Thing Desire (1999)
She is love
And she is an answer She picks you up and she will put you down You didn't know that did you mister She is here and she is all around Ohh baby, you walk on the ground And you know she is heaven sent And you know she's what you're after You walk around with your head in a cloud But she knows you're upside down She knows what's with you mister And you could be so free tonight Stretch out your wings and start your flight Fly up and into the night forever You could be ohh so free tonight And when the bluebirds start to sing Songs of love and everything Just stretch out your wings and fly away I'm with you, all the way Now gone is pain And gone all its glories Gone is a life, with all its tiny stories You could be, ohh so free tonight Just fly away into that night Bluebird, sing me a song Bluebird, sing me a song Bluebird, sing that song for me |
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from Daniel Ash - Foolish Thing Desire (1999)
Yes I will always remember you
Yes I will always remember you Even when the blues came rushing into your heart Yes even when the blues came rushing in You just got higher - you just got higher Yes I will always remember you 'Cause you were the one that never Had to lie with your heart And you were the one That never had to cry in the dark And it's such a foolish thing desire And there's always someone somewhere Wants to break your heart But I can always get ohh so much higher When I feel that light shine into my heart Yes I will always remember you |
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from Daniel Ash - Foolish Thing Desire (1999)
I don't think that I can get too much higher than this
I'm out of my head, I'm in a total state of bliss Moves me baby when she moves around I'm in a heaven and I just can't come down No I won't be being lazy when she comes to town No I won't be being lazy when she comes to town Here she comes Here she comes Here she comes Puts one foot in front of the other She just moves me, she just moves me Like no other I'm on the ceiling, I'm climbing the walls Things just get better baby, when she calls me No I will never be being lazy when she comes to town Here she comes Said to me today Stop playing your games of lost and found Said to me today You're just running around and around I told you baby Leave your grey grey sky I told you honey Just leave them behind you No I will never be being lazy when she comes to town No I will never be being lazy when she comes to town |
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from Daniel Ash - Foolish Thing Desire (1999)
Here she comes
Here she comes I don't think that I can get too much higher than this I'm out of my head, I'm in a total state of bliss Moves me baby when she moves around I'm in a heaven and I just can't come down No I won't be being lazy when she comes to town No I won't be being lazy when she comes to town Here she comes Here she comes Here she comes Puts one foot in front of the other She just moves me, she just moves me Like no other I'm on the ceiling, I'm climbing the walls Things just get better baby, when she calls me No I'm never be being lazy when she comes to town Here she comes Said to me today Stop playing your games of lost and found Said to me today You're just running around and around I told you baby Leave your grey grey sky I told you honey Just leave them behind you So I won't be being lazy When she comes to town |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
Some girls got worries
so disconnect me mind and soul tormented there so disconnected but my kind of trouble is you but my kind of trouble is you Some boys got trouble it's money they need others got nothing to live for but I'm so free How well they know heartache They're so disillusioned but my kind of trouble is you but my kind of trouble is you My black angel death's come it's singing for me |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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 the drum is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factorytown Oh to be the cream repeat |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream I make the air fall apart Around me Now as the petals are no more A corroding, shrinking stalk remains Bereft of his blooms And the ultimate cruelty of love's pinions Beset his appearance Beset his appearance No king could replenish his state Now browning, sinking, dying A thousand deaths A thousand deaths A thousand deaths [noise, coughing] Terry sat up And hugged the green 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 [noise, snoring] Ooooooh The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
In the night, in the chair
he sites 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 lipping into the slime Can't inject into his veins blood and guffooze 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 writing side his eyes begin to ponder pride subjective pics of misled youth before him lies the dreadful truth undignifiled, insignified his wrist on the razor slides You never know |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
(from "the devil and daniel mouse")
Who are you? My card, pretty lady. Devil May-Care Music Production, Beelzebub Scratch, President. I like your style, too bad you're not a singer. Oh, but I am, I am a singer! Hmm, no fooling. No, no listen... Fantastic, different. I want to be a star, of please! You've talked me into it. Contract! Just our standard contract, nothing fancy. Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights. Take your time, read it all. Oh, I give up. Can I trust you? Ok, I'll sign. Write! Where's the ink? We always use- blood, it's more permanent. Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for Dad? Oh, sure, I'll be back next year. Come on, Wease. Next year?! Oh wait, wait, stop. I'll sign. What about a band... I know a drummer. She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview. The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly. How do you feel about your sudden success? Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know. It's like, fabulous. Lonely, too, sometimes. Oh, that's nice. This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock! You're at the top now, sweetie. Yeah, but where do I go from here? Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain. No, I didn't mean that, wait! I've been waiting, now it's my turn. No. According to our contract, at precisely midnight, at the moment of her greatest triumph, the party of the first part, that's you, agrees to render up her soul now and forever more to the party of the second part, that's me. Shall we go? |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on 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 said "the rat" Like a red bouquet slim swinger It would have fit her better but no red letter No red letter 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 |
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There were tims
There was pork There are legs There are skarks 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 |
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