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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Deep ocean vast sea
Your ocean heart Clothed in respect And sweet caress My uneasy mind You dip and you swell Float and you find And sweet caress My uneasy mind Deep ocean vast sea Deep ocean vast sea - well that's deep Imagine set of steps easily climbed The tower of pride The plastic of mind Where there lies a table The table stands For the power of success Respect on the sign Intelligence so cold A heart like glass From the surface to deep You wave and you dive Like the heart and the sun You wave and you dive You hold me so cold You wave and you dive Deep ocean vast sea Deep ocean vast sea - well that's me You're clothed in respect You smell of sweet caress Dip and swell beyond the power of fists Your ocean heart Healing uneasy minds And I wanna dive in with you Clinging to the rock, I'm waiting I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting I'm waiting Deep ocean vast sea Deep ocean vast sea - well that's deep Your heart is hard You think your legs hurt You smell of aching sweet success Your head's a supernova And you would like Anything to stop the pain from your fingers Screaming And you stand naked in the sun Without leather Whose pain you think you need Well all you need to do is undress Let go and wash Take the step through the other side Up-turned razor The air is thick with karma A sutra of the way down Well listen boy it's a long way down Down through heaven's gate To heaven's gate the step's the step The tower of pride The devil lied Dive up to the highest point where the lives are save'ed Where all the lives the tables stand Power to success, respect and climb the steps |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
One day you will be the one
to say I'm sick of empty fun It means if your faith is strong it means you are no longer astray... See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun And I want to get near so I can be clear Soon I will merge with the one Soon I will be with the love One day when the lights turn green There is no time... this love I thirst Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts Soon I will merge with the one Soon I will be with the lvoe One day when the light turns green There is no time... this love I thirst Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts (The Sister of Sleep) He was thought of as strange... a good looking man And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public... These opinions in public; the tales held the key Death is the surname of sleep, but the surname unknown to us Sleep is the daily end of life; a small exercise in death Which is it's sister, but not every brother and sister are equally close, Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission And holding onto nothing He was thought of as strange... a good looking man And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue His views on death... One day you will be the one to say I'm sick of empty fun It means if your faith is strong it means you are no longer astray... See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun And I want to get near so I can be clear Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Crystal Wrists
I can't see the light I'm thrown in disgust They speak of feats The housed forever A howling wind Changed my course It blew me out Of bounds so sore All the walls All the walls that bound me Descending bleak and put upon I chew my cheeks To wake up from The vase grows bigger To my eyes These eyes that snigger And despise The wall grows taller up to doom Shoes in my room Thrown in disgust At how I fall To my worst Of course you say You don't understand Your words your fiction Your crooked hands But clearly now I tell you man That all I say Is all I can For I am nothing But my sin Until I learn To caste them in While young girls fangs And crystal wrists Wait patiently For me to twist I look away To distant rains To water falls And honey days And boys in black And blue rinse eyes Gaze whistly at my slender thighs I twist a shade to my right And spit at beelzebub on sight And go on loving all I see For here I live on patiently Clerarly now I tell you man That all I say is all I can For I am nothing but my sin Until I learn to caste them in |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing hips Her old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despise Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no Don't go away heartbroken no Just wise owl tones no velvet lies Crush her velvet call Oh Marlene suffer all the fools Who write you on the wall And hold your tongue about your life Or dead hands will change the plot Will make your loving sound like snakes Like you were never hot Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no My mother loved it so she said Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah Old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despise Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no (Repeat to improvise) |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Seven Veils
The day grows older The moon appears in a mirror A fire side mirror A distant walker Hears the words Do do good deeds So you feel ok The moon and the sun Partners in light Separating reflecting one light Hearing this confusion wanes No need to ask for wealth Or one thing more now And the night Feels the same As a cool hot summers climb With the voice Comes no shame As the walker walks the line The day grows older The moon appears Reflecting on his heart Heavy weighed and pierced The walker looks at his days Bad deeds gone by For which he must pay The moon and the sun Partners in light Separating reflecting one light Hearing this confusion wanes Another image hits The seven veils of mind But the night Feels the same As a cool hot summers climb With the voice comes no shame As the walker hunts the line |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
A white light blazing deep
Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow As thirsty gripped with hunger now Clear sighted painful ends to win The battle of the me so wafer thin The line between the devil's teeth And that which cannot be repeat Push me in take me t'ward The subject in the subject taught A war without a war within Join head and heart for to begin Bemused we flinch no easy work For invited me are loath to shirk The line between the devil's teeth And that which cannot be repeat War (You will understand) Work (My burning pride) War (Ripped me up inside) Work (I once asked Peter and even he didn't know from memory the line that goes here...) War Work Hey man, how will you feel When all you have and all you own Is your only true friend When above you in the firmament Flow the blood of the prophets Out of your reach From your aching speech |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up And get me out Keep me walking But never shout Hold the secret close I hear you say You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you're higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what seems out of place On and on it goes Calling like a distant wind Through the zero hour we'll walk Cut the thick and break the thin No sound to break no moment clear When all the doubts are crystal clear Crashing hard into the secret wind You know the way It twists and turns Changing colour Spinning yarns You know the way It leaves you dry It cuts you up And takes you high You know the way It's painted gold Is it honey Is it cold You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you're higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what Seems out of place It's o.k. It goes this way The line it twists It twists away Cuts you up and spits you out Keeps you walking But never shout. |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Roll Call
On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind Wake up with a preset mind With no self control And you decide to call the Roll Call Of the socialites who mortified Can't see as far as their next surprise Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night Believing that they're alive and well But if asked They have nothing to tell Except the words of a clashing rhyme I'll calmed and out of sync Even real sounds like a zero To a brain in lip sync Roll' On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day Forget your preset mind Roll to the end |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Roll Call
On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind Wake up with a preset mind With no self control And you decide to call the Roll Call Of the socialites who mortified Can't see as far as their next surprise Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night Believing that they're alive and well But if asked They have nothing to tell Except the words of a clashing rhyme I'll calmed and out of sync Even real sounds like a zero To a brain in lip sync Roll' On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day Forget your preset mind Roll to the end |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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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 Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
VERSE 1
Idle flow I've been running too slow I use so much time Now, I'm working to grow Don't regret our ties This endless flow You take these fears When you say they go Your touch honey-smooth Your shining calm So what if blood's spilt? You're my light you're my balm Your forest a dream Where scream melt to bliss Where love has its book Your name written on it CHORUS I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow I'm running, you're waiting So what if blood's spilt? Idle flow Idle flow I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow VERSE 1 CHORUS Idle flow Idle flow I'm running, you're waiting So what if blood's spilt? Idle flow Idle flow I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow Idle flow Idle flow I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Open my eyes
But they're not mine I'm looking from you As you Neither there at the same time Oh, it's easy to say In a few smart ways I am you And you are me It's just easy to say It's just easy to say CHORUS And I'll throw you pearls While I kiss myself And I'll throw you pearls While I kiss myself And I'll throw you pearls While I kiss myself And I'll throw you pearls (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) Head trips to nowhere Seeing the fire, but not in it Yes, that joy (yes, that joy) Love is tapped Are you afraid of love? Of being yourself Forget the silence Get in the crowd Don't stand out Stand in (stand in) And see yourself And I'll throw you pearls CHORUS (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) And I'll throw you pearls (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) While I kiss myself (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) And I'll throw you pearls (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) While I kiss myself (Bop bop) |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
(Oo)
(Oo) (Oo) (Oo) I don't want to be a part Of a second part But while I'm in it I'm keeping out of it I don't want to be I should be able to see A seal of man And then sometimes I don't CHORUS I'll be a piece of you then So that I'll see you in them I'll howl at the Moon With a song to swoon (oo) I'll crawl like a fly (oo) And if I have to I'll die (oo) Give me a piece (oo) Of a blissed release I'm a formula one start I'm the wheel and the cart And I'll be a part of you When I'll see you CHORUS (Oo) I'll be a piece of you then (oo) (Oo) A piece of you then (oo) So that I'll see you in them (oo) A piece of you then (oo) I'll see you in them (oo) So that I'll see you in them (oo) So that I'll see you in them (oo) A piece of you then (oo) I'll see you in them (oo) A piece of you then (oo) I'll see you in them (oo) |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
I looked at all the women
Checking out their features One walked a fine line While the others drew it One's lips came close One finger tripped it One glistened in the Sun But none were coming from it I threw a look I faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" I threw a look Faced the Moon "Where were you?" As rivers run And moonlight shines I'll catch her in the mirror And in a our land that time forgot We will catch them close One finger tripped it One glistening the Sun Then you were coming from it You threw the look I faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" We threw the look Faced the Moon Then there was you As rivers run And moonlight shines I'll catch her in the mirror And in a our land that time forgot We will catch them close One finger tripped it One glistening in the Sun A new world coming from it I threw the look We faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" We threw the look I faced the Moon Where were you? As rivers run (as rivers run) And moonlight shines (I'll catch her in the mirror) I'll catch her in the mirror (and in a our land that time forgot) And in a our land that time forgot (we will catch them close) We will catch them close And glisten (with it) with it I threw the look We faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" We threw the look I faced the Moon Where were you? We threw the look Faced the Moon Where were you? As rivers run And moonlight shines I faced the Moon |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Save me, save me, make me true
Turn, turn, let me through Nothing's hard and nothing's to be gained Without you Leave us always looking in the now Not loosing, looking for it Not loosing, looking for You Guide us always (Are you alright?) Save me, save me Say, "you do" Even as the bird flies Out in the blue Out of the blue Nothing's hard and nothings gained Without you |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Fragments spinning in the waves
The sea is dreaming of shining caves A drop of petal rings the bell In the corner of Heaven of my Little Nell Words from the vine and essence flow A teardrop turns in its fall to a glow And Thelma sings her sing song show To the mother that lost her before she did grow VERSE 3 And her wintered feet now shim and shine As she sings from one to ninety-nine And her wintered feet now shim and shine As she sings from one to ninety-nine (Oo, mm) (Oo, mm) VERSE 3 |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
The story's still in the works
The players fishing ideas Walking in the air The church of Irene Stands like a warehouse With love's spirit out in the cold Out in the cold Tonight The actions disappear And let the love's spirit in The fear inside my head Is just a resistance to The weight of love The weight of love The weight of love The weight of love The theater with no name Calls a welcome in And music fills the cracks No shadows whispering (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) (Weight of love) (Weight of love) (Weight of love) the weight of love |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Xavier new boy loves Venus the cat
But he's locked up in a whirlpool The crowds see him All complicated no shine If they saw with their inner They'd see a man bigger than kind So much bigger than kind Bigger than kind Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Sets himself up He's the target, its own shot He's got to learn to relax, man Give what he's got He's diggin his own river bed When it's hot out, he's a shiver Looking for the water of life He needs that water in his river It's a shame he can't give Give what he's got He's got to learn to relax, man Give the world a shot Looking for the next world It's a natural thirst But the next world is made up Of what you make of this one first Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Love it when you tilt me
Take me tip toe in the sky Take me racing with the dolphins You got me blinded like Saul Blinded like Saul A sky clear lit You're the square that fits the circle You're in every lucky dip Uneven and brittle Is there fruit on our tree? Is my faith just material Did you just imagine me? Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Me (drink me like your river) Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Take me racing with the dolphins Take me running down the hall You got me drinking from your river You got me blinded like Saul Blinded like Saul Oh, my sacred mine Take me racing with the dolphins Run me out of time Her loving care notions Retract as they break Are there rules in her book? Is her future at stake? Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Did she just imagine? (drink me like your river) Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
My white visions continue
This younger skin's outgrown old ways Given what I need I'm listening to how the silent sway Still there'll be poison pens And that pick of bones Still a stand to cast The first stone Still there'll be poison pens And that pick of old bones Still a stand to cast The first stone (The first stone) Check the day out The human race is doing time Locked in some flimsy cage Made of the stuff of the free will kind Hear my heart smash My self made throne Hoping not to cast The first stone Hear my heart smash My self made throne Hoping not to cast The first stone (The first stone) (The first stone) (The first stone) Hear my heart smash My self made throne I promise not to cast The first stone Oh The first stone |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Four skies in one night
The earth from your face It takes one It takes two It takes three to make a bird Fly from that blossom tree The earth from your face From your eyes Looks like a groovy place Keeps me smiling like a child Like a child Like a child Like a child Well, it came as no surprise Love was in your eyes It was evident to me That I came to you Unable to really be Then there was you CHORUS The dolphin keeper lets us sail In through our love's initial veil The simple love I give to you Is breaking no one's heaven CHORUS It's a piece of truth Your clothes are altered To twist me inside I'm hanging sweet and kind And I've seen my twisted light Unshatter CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS It's a piece of truth It's a piece of truth |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Cool cool breeze
Rivers flow below The darkened room is closing down A light emblazoned within a breast Extracting from the sun My hand is reaching for the stars Your hand is swooping low A long long journey Wuthering heights A goal dead center clear A lamp is here To guide the way Far away yet so close These words I know are bound and stuck These words I know are bound and stuck But use them much I know we must To paint a collage blue and gold To touch each others touch I clasp invisible motion waves Of stories from your house Your eyes look like emeralds With you I'm in no danger Your eyes look like emeralds With you I'm in no danger And if I die before you go And if I cannot reach you'll know A bird of feathers white as snow I'll send beyond the breach My message will endow it strong This journey's one way ticket long I'll tell you in the silent zone The story of The Moor |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild When I hear you humming All night long The sign I see it Tell me am I true All I need from you is All I see This city's paved with cold Playboys buying fun Seems there is no hunter left Without his hunting gun Can you feel the light? The air is wild open Oh, you see the light it's coming through It's there in the distance Always offered to me Always coming over a hill Oh, your see-saw smile Lasts me all night long Like a siren's curl When the night is long Now, come hold my hand No bad vibe hearts Hold my hand, you know This journey could be long Yeah, the seasons come in All the nights are woven All the nights, we'll see them through Ah, no hundred men now Would dare cut into us We'll go on and see it through (Belle) (Une rose qui a joue son role) (Mon Miroir) (Mon clef d'or) (Mon cheval) (Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance) Now, hold my hand No bad vibe hearts (Je voulais livrer) (Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant) (A votre main droite) (Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre) When the night has come in Your eyes are running wild Then I hear you humming All night long Yeah, the sign I see it Yeah, the times I see it All I need to know from you Is all I see Can you feel the light? The air is wild, open Oh you see the light It's coming through It's there in the distance Always offered to me Always coming over a hill Yeah, the seasons come in All the nights are woven All the nights, we'll see them through Ah, no hundred men now Would dare cut into us We'll go on and see it through |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Health is all I'm asking for
Love is all I need Hope is what I'm asking for Lay me down to sleep It was then that I lost you Was dragged there too Under a sea of mystery Died there along with you Love me hold me keep me from harm Love me hold me keep me from harm Guess you found your own root Dug into that fast heart Flew without wing or pinion Now you orbit the stars Now haunted and weary Your vision creeps I need a clear water I need a release Love me hold me keep me from harm Love me hold me keep me from harm |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men Seperate from their awe With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Indigo eyes ... Asking His heaven is uncovered not A black tree blocks his way His way is skating round a dome (His way is in dismay) The playmate sings Like Orphee in some thunder world Asking to be bathed in light To be exemplified With grey desire he looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Saw his past He had dug for trust With blind infected hands And wondered as the hurt bit hard Why the sacred weren't at hand Only when his ears were deaf To the angels light burst waves Only when his ears were deaf Did life turn from fog to fog But not evil but estranged But not evil but estranged Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey Indigo eyes Indigo eyes |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
It's like there's a straight way you know, you know
I've told you before it's as thin as ice As thin as the razor snow Don't freeze in the snow Don't bake in the heat I'll be your breath There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet Use me Don't sleep in the subway Don't sleep in the pouring rain By my voice in my midnight meditation When I wake, be my heart's floatation Come and fill, come and fill from the overflow Come and play, come and play be like a bird Don't sleep in the subway I'm needing you well - I I feel you, you're closing down yeah Get close, talk right through me Get close, keep tight with me If you fall now it could be forever I'm telling you the line is thin now I've told you before this hate is a sin Empty out for the overflow Let love begin There's a place where we can meet |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
To the crowd, to the world
You were so dry And with a token bird I made Sent it to fly, right to your side With a broken wing you sail Oh, like winter in July A barren river wide I'll pray for the flood to wash on you It's here, I'll be with you Well if the birds can reach the sky To this land I'll be with you Till the sun bursts from your side With my hands, I reach to you When you think your chance is passing by When you blow your moon away I'll bleed like the reed Fall with your knife It's here, I'll be with you To the crowd, to the world You were so dry And with a token bird I made Sent it to fly right to your side with a broken wing you sail Oh, like winter in July A barren river wide I'll pray for the flood to wash on you It's here, I'll stay with you It's here, I'll be with you I'll fall... |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing hips Her old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despise Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no Don't go away heartbroken no Just wise owl tones no velvet lies Crush her velvet call Oh Marlene suffer all the fools Who write you on the wall And hold your tongue about your life Or dead hands will change the plot Will make your loving sound like snakes Like you were never hot Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no My mother loved it so she said Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah Old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despise Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no (Repeat to improvise) |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
When I returned
You buried my last two weeks My last two weeks Of my new times So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful A wasted mouthful Because of a trip That was trapped inside you I was trapped inside you And always imagined That I could I always imagined Imagined I would Conjure you up Conjure you up So it didn't seem like It didn't seem like I was conditioned I was conditioned about that So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful Am I untruthful Am I untruthful As a result of being Maybe Maybe it was too soon The red rose I liken it to the flicker of the pure Fleeting moments Precede our actions Light that's not burning Light that's not burning No more lost sinking feeling Tethered to your shoe Tethered to you We ask the controller He sends us flames Our lying bodies sleep His whispered word says Ah this is how This is how it looks From where we weep Tethered to red rose Tethered to your shoe To the seven of cups Tethered to you |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Stepping on the road he made his way
To the stellar far land of his desire Singing strange and crazy by the day Like all the pretty things he once admired Singing pretty like a bird Singing pretty like a high class fool Big love of a tiny fool All that he loved was yet to be As he threw that starry look into his crowd A holy seer without a holy book Such easy meat for the hunting hounds Sang the key of minor sonnet That he got from the Major Cool Big love of a tiny fool He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it he's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it it's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark Sitting pretty like a bird Sitting pretty like a high class fool Big love of a tiny fool He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it he's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it it's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark ('Sen ' means 'You' in Turkish) |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
It only takes the time
Between here and there For a landing in another place Saw your shadow fleeting In the corner of my eye Your feet were skimming the sand And then some began to fly Lasted no time at all No time at all Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels The flower seller told the tale Saw you kiss the King one minute Then the next set sail Two places in one time And that's not all In one you're swimming to the limit Then the next you're riding the whales This clever never no man's land Angels whisper that you're winning Shooting starts that leave no trail It took you no time to leave the land When you kissed the King one minute The next you're setting sail Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up And get me out Keep me walking But never shout Hold the secret close I hear you say You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you're higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what seems out of place On and on it goes Calling like a distant wind Through the zero hour we'll walk Cut the thick and break the thin No sound to break no moment clear When all the doubts are crystal clear Crashing hard into the secret wind You know the way It twists and turns Changing colour Spinning yarns You know the way It leaves you dry It cuts you up And takes you high You know the way It's painted gold Is it honey Is it cold You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you're higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what Seems out of place It's o.k. It goes this way The line it twists It twists away Cuts you up and spits you out Keeps you walking But never shout. |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Time Has Got Nothing to Do with it
Make me a mannered, a mannered thing Carved of wood, a life force thing Give it an arm, that points to the earth And a hand, that points at me No matter where I stand No matter where I stand And knows all that we can't see The clock cannot be turned With remorseful yearns Time has nothing to do with it You would see, you would see If you were three again And did it all the same Fate drives you insane Fate drives you insane And did you throw you in the road Put your face to shame Did you think your mouth could teach Make you think you think It's got a lot to do with It's got a lot to do Let's get nothing, nothing askew Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Change is insane with eyes that blame And morals that blank the lines Of transmissions new If only we knew It's not all happening here There blanks are scarce And blindness is forgot Is forgot The perfect plan Is not the man Who tells you You are wrong Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Disappear into the clear And visions understood Wrestle now and shout the vow The illusion is the pain The illusion is the pain Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
Thing to Remember when writing figures of speech and sound
The Power of poetry comes from the ability to defy logic Defy logic often Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky Tell us that your lover is the sky When you do that We won't believe you We won't believe you Because saying so makes no sense But we'll see a meaning We'll see a meaning The other thing is the ability to be remembered Love anything Love anything Wasted I cut myself down Cut myself down Wasted Now, Breaking free Breaking free It's no longer me Understand where you come from Floating I'm facing me down Prostrate to the ground Understand Prostrate to the ground Mystery Rain down on my life Down on my life Maybe there is nothing to say Breathing The future is gone The strain of the past The future is gone The strain of the past Sometimes nothing often means The beauty of the human experience Healing Rain down on my life Down on my life Wasted Now, breaking free Breaking free It's no longer me Love anything Love anything Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky Love anything Floating I'm facing me down Prostrate to the ground Mystery Rain down on my life Down on my life Love anything Love anything Love anything Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky Sometimes Sometimes nothing often means The beauty of the human experience These things are to be remembered To be remembered |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
No yester dreams
No grey desire No body's sap and tire No sorrows born Of lust's disguise No home without its sire Break out the tomb The selfmade womb No faded flick No grey desire No body's sap and tire And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car No yester dreams No faded flick No body's sap and tire No sorrows born Of lust's disguise No home without its sire Break out the tomb The selfmade womb No faded flick No grey desire No home without its sire And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
There is no place like
Just for love Just understand that Just for love Come with me Just for love It was you that I thought of Just for love The stars are calling you And you've never been so luminescent The city calls for you Amd you've never been so luminescent Just for love Just for love Just for love Just for love Me the shaker you the sheihk now With every move now I'm the mover with the groove now Just for love Just for love The stars spin for you And you've never been so luminescent The city spins for you And you've never been so luminescent Just for love Just for love Just for love |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
Throws a look
Blows away She woke up to follow The lapping ocean Is her thing An ever friend Not hollow Her whispers are In the wind Rain for her Just fountains Her garden where The lovers go No thunder there Not harrow Just woke up To follow it Throws a look And still The swallows fall Around that face And wonder is for her Girlchild with the universes in her With sleepy eyes She throws a look At the passing swallow Nestled in Her candy hair She's never heard Of tomorrow How it filled me How it filled Girlchild aglow How it filled me How it filled Letting go of sorrow Girlchild with the universes in her Girlchild with the universes in her Girlchild with the universes in her Girlchild with the universes in her With the universes in her |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
Water lily
Freedom Where does the Spirit lay? Freedom Lying in shadows Of light and clay I trace your feet Like transparent thrones I dream of your clinging I am not alone I glide with you Draw you with kole Your paint the river I am not alone That lover In the crash That scent lingers now Your face Your face I trace your feet Like transparent thrones I dream of your clinging I am not alone I glide with you Draw you with kole Your paint the river I am not alone |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
You smile at me
With your lost eyes In awe of what you think Your heaven thick with wanderlust Your gold Just cold cold steel Where is love in that Jungle haze? You're building temples Made with sand You call on them To kiss your feet When you should kiss their hand Be that heaven thick with dust Your wishing Still so clean Where is love in that Jungle haze? You're building temples Made with sand Leave your city Leave your dream Let the silent sway Where is love in that Jungle haze? You're building temples In the sand Leave your city Leave your dream Let the silent sway Come hear The silent sway Leave the silent sway Leave the silent sway Leave the silent sway Leave the silent sway |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
When I returned
You buried my last two weeks My last two weeks Of my new times So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful A wasted mouthful Because of a trip That was trapped inside you I was trapped inside you And always imagined That I could I always imagined Imagined I would Conjure you up Conjure you up So it didn't seem like It didn't seem like I was conditioned I was conditioned about that So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful Am I untruthful Am I untruthful As a result of being Maybe Maybe it was too soon The red rose I liken it to the flicker of the pure Fleeting moments Precede our actions Light that's not burning Light that's not burning No more lost sinking feeling Tethered to your shoe Tethered to you We ask the controller He sends us flames Our lying bodies sleep His whispered word says Ah this is how This is how it looks From where we weep Tethered to red rose Tethered to your shoe To the seven of cups Tethered to you |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
It's like there's a straight way you know, you know
I've told you before it's as thin as ice As thin as the razor snow Don't freeze in the snow Don't bake in the heat I'll be your breath There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet Use me Don't sleep in the subway Don't sleep in the pouring rain By my voice in my midnight meditation When I wake, be my heart's floatation Come and fill, come and fill from the overflow Come and play, come and play be like a bird Don't sleep in the subway I'm needing you well - I I feel you, you're closing down yeah Get close, talk right through me Get close, keep tight with me If you fall now it could be forever I'm telling you the line is thin now I've told you before this hate is a sin Empty out for the overflow Let love begin There's a place where we can meet |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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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)
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)
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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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)
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)
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 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)
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)
I'm sitting tight
I'm holding still The flowers bite The cobweb's still We walk in file We stand in line The drug is in And we [did not] Since you've been so lonely Pain will cease to tease you Scars may not be ugly A doll's leg fits around you Why is everybody burning sky Misfit plug and chicken pie Walk in file and dance in line Straightedge tango sequins shine The ground is steady The stiff is stiff The cobweb's torn The tide is tired You're so alone You're so awake You wish you'd never been awake The knock goes off and the knock goes out The city spills There's a [lover who screams] The sickness fills When the night gets tough You wish you'd never been so so so skinny (walk in line dance in file) Sicking all night and working all day Spin with fright when you're finding no way And the drums get dark in night or day Sicking all night and working all day See my grandad go... (walk in line dance in file) Walk and dance in single file Right up to the bread in here Couldn't find the bread in there We couldn't find the bread And we couldn't find the heart And we worked so hard We worked so heartbeat If I look up there If I look a fool If I look up there If I look a fool Jack went up the Jack came down the Jack and Jill Went up the hill Jack came flying down the still Jack what're you doing Jack? I don't know - I'm back! Oh no! I told you not to put on those trousers Don't put on the trousers, don't put on the trousers Your dress is too starched It's too starched You got a high class face today You ought to have used nailpolish Lights out fast and sleep at night Lights out fast and sleep at night Turn the light out Get into bed Cover yourself up Your head Your head Your head Your head! |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid peeling soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain, Limbs in cramps contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Her gaze hit the side of mine
So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's the difference' Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light 'What's the difference' Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) Shivering under lamposts Shivering under glass Your standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last 'What's the difference' Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones 'What's the difference' So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head 'I am your slice of life' |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight I say whose on the rare tonight Lurking lipstick tickle fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, PAR AVION Certificate X tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight Sew my sock tonight - tonight She insists on tying down After the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar She preys in dockland He asks to see her hidden side She, the color of his money Honeymoon croon tonight Marylin fading fast better get straight The catch from the sidewalk is in a state The sound of footstep - mummy's here I'll be a good boy I'll never fear Better fix her drink tonight bed time's come Must blot out this urge to use my gun |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near Let's be near the atmosphere |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Move his way
Nice and Slow Paint it all black Let the humorous glow He feels like sacher-masoch And the fire below Is licking at his lips Cracks the whip Come on crack Crack the whip Swallowing flames Sinking in the snow He enjoys feeling pain He enjoys peeling slow Lagartija Nick It's no dumb show Your name's on his whip Crack the whip Come on crack A code of play A nocturn rite In the cruel garden of dark delights Sixteen cages crawl in line Desire is a heady wine Come on crack Crack All in pain It's no dumb show Fire below Is licking at his lips Swallowing flame Crack |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cats eyes It's sick function to pry The spy in the cab Coldly observing- callously reserving A drivers time Automated autonomy Playing on his mind The spy in the cab The spy in the cab An eye for an eye A spy for an eye An eye for an eye A spy for a spy A twenty-four hour unblinking watch Installed to pry Installed to cop The spy in the cab The spy in the cab The spy in the cab I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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