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Vagrant held my master's secret art
Oh, look at you loves me, loves me not loves me, loves me not loves me, loves me not |
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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 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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (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 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 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 Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
I'm a velocity birds in an invisible star
I'm a velocity bird faster than all speeding cars Your whisper is mine as it lifts you up from above Your pains are no crime, they're what crack you open up your love Crack open your love from the seed to the tree Crack open your love, be yourself if you wanna be me I'm a velocity bird in an invisible star I'm a velocity bird faster than all speeding cars Velocity bird, be yourself if you wanna be me Velocity bird, be yourself if you wanna be me Velocity bird, be yourself if you wanna be me |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
The night the ?
Ring a ring of rosies A pocket full of posies A tissue A tissue (sneeze) |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
Undone you say
As if a sorry thing If there was an undoing Of you to be What cause to bring An opening heart A craven soulless ring A valencian bell No passing of the lote tree Undone and away with you You long road wither flaunt Your pearls bouncing plasticine A knowledge ever to haunt No passing of the lote tree |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
There outta be
Something better A better singer A better actor Better job Better money Better get her Better lover Better not Too much luck Too much conceit Give me one religion It's too much Too much Passing information Too much selfish Too much fake Too much computer Too much to take It's too much Too much effort Too much, kid Too much control Control It's too much Bet you want to Be something better A better singer A better actor Better job Better money Better got her Better love her Better not Ready? A better human It's too much It's too much Oh, yeah |
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from Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
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 - 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 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 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 - 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 Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers Because the wind makes a mockery of men Your soul becomes a fish You swim in idle waters And drink other fishes piss Your soul feeds on fish On piss, puss and men Who in turn, become as you have become A fish No, not even that, but a symbol of fish Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots A ripple of life in tin This tin could become your world too So choose between this and water Choose between tin and piss Do you still feel thirsty now Are you thirsty now Are you thirsty now Do you still feel Thirsty Thirsty now |
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from Peter Murphy - Holy Smoke (2002)
The Sweetest Drop
Roll yourself away from me Unveil me from your layers Lay with me Let me plunder, - no betrayal Shame cast out Morning sensual fire aroused Union upon union In union we'll flower Sail naked in our funder Press towards the burst Drop the sweetest drop Give the thunder up Rocking to the top Sensor none the shame Cling no more to shame Ring me in the morning Take me, take me, in the rain Oh come with me, eh come with me Concurr and swallow me Explode secrete your tender Let's scream out like the sea Pull me warm and slender Concur and swallow me Explode secrete your tender Let's scream out like the sea Union upon union Drop the sweetest drop I think about you all day Calling the sacred first Rolling sunlit day Give me what I thirst Drop the sweetest drop Give the thunder up Rocking to the top Sensor none the shame Cling no more to shame Ring me in the morning Take me, take me in the rain Oh come with me Yeah come with me Concur and swallow me Explode secrete your tender Let's scream out like the sea Roll yourself away Immortal burn alive Rocking to the top Sensor none the shame Cling no more to shame Ring me in the morning Take me, take me, in the rain Oh come with me, oh! come with me Concur and swallow me Explode secrete your tender Let's scream out like the sea |
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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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 - 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 - 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 Peter Murphy - I Spit Roses [single] (2011) | |||||
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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)
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 - 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 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 - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Time flies
Time crawls Like an insect Up and down the walls The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The conspiracy Of silence ought To revolutionize My thought The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The cold light of day Pours out of me Leaving me black And so healthy The light pours out of me The light pours out of me It jerks out of me Like blood In this still life Heart beats up love The light pours out of me The light pours out of me |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Time flies
Time crawls Like an insect Up and down the walls The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The conspiracy Of silence ought To revolutionize My thought The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The cold light of day Pours out of me Leaving me black And so healthy The light pours out of me The light pours out of me It jerks out of me Like blood In this still life Heart beats up love The light pours out of me The light pours out of me |
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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 Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
The moon sheds light
when all is dark the dog's reaction is to bark. Is that the moon's fault? Tell me true Tis the dog's nature So to do. The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog's a vapour Belched by earth The dog's a vapour Belched by earth. There's something in you. Tis the dog's nature So to do The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog's a vapour There's something in you The dog's a vapour The dog's a vapour Belched by earth The dog's in you |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are With your sunken eyes And your pretty looks Underneath a see through disguise You are desperate for a good hook Desperate for a good hook You try so hard To see what you want The answer is clear Should you see your face In the mirror dear Is that the movement of fear? You are kicking out at them Judging all the time As you criticise the bull You do it just as fine You are the source of what You'd call weird pop Well that's all you've seen That's all you've got Teach him to be happy Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are This is the movement of fear ha |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are With your sunken eyes And your pretty looks Underneath a see through disguise You are desperate for a good hook Desperate for a good hook You try so hard To see what you want The answer is clear Should you see your face In the mirror dear Is that the movement of fear? You are kicking out at them Judging all the time As you criticise the bull You do it just as fine You are the source of what You'd call weird pop Well that's all you've seen That's all you've got Teach him to be happy Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are This is the movement of fear ha |
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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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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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 - 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 - 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 Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The time is coming ripe
We are running fast I see you coming closer Closer to the mask Come closer treat me softly Where can the dreamer be? How far we've come to know How much we've come to see And when I ask you softly Oh what the real men saw As I hit the roof again Oh what the dreamer saw The street still screams The street still screams of garbage thoughts The stain of anxious guys Still we glimpse the faintest note Of some battered somnambulant men Of the desire to know the whys The street still screams Fixed notions fashion them Their rules police the street No chance of Latin way Hold down to crude belief Lassoed in the charges' web Locked inside the nation's pride To boast the red of freedom's move They take the purple side I'm told from day to day Gaol slip from behind We are the guards of our mistakes Off and running blind So the dreamer speaks in time drunk wine Take the coming day If I seem to lag behind Whisper me the way The street still screams |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The time is coming ripe
We are running fast I see you coming closer Closer to the mask Come closer treat me softly Where can the dreamer be? How far we've come to know How much we've come to see And when I ask you softly Oh what the real men saw As I hit the roof again Oh what the dreamer saw The street still screams The street still screams of garbage thoughts The stain of anxious guys Still we glimpse the faintest note Of some battered somnambulant men Of the desire to know the whys The street still screams Fixed notions fashion them Their rules police the street No chance of Latin way Hold down to crude belief Lassoed in the charges' web Locked inside the nation's pride To boast the red of freedom's move They take the purple side I'm told from day to day Gaol slip from behind We are the guards of our mistakes Off and running blind So the dreamer speaks in time drunk wine Take the coming day If I seem to lag behind Whisper me the way The street still screams |
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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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (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 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 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 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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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)
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 - 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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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 - 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 Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
Socrates the Python
Today ... Your problems are not Of blind belief That is or means Belief ain't enough, belief ain't enough The oracle of your age Point towards the word Psychological You may freeze You may fear You may wince And not hear You can sick at the heart When I say "God is one" Does God the word Make you reel And I mean, real But it isn't God the father son or holy one, But the key to your age Get it together, and listen With all the books On the shelf All the wisdom With all the books On the shelf All the wisdom Socrates Pythagorus Yin and bloody Yang Hatha Yoga, Omm Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus Old Testament and New Libraries full of keys Libraries full of keys Where's your lock? Socrates Pythagorus Yin and bloody Yang Hatha Yoga, Omm Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus Old Testament and New Libraries full of keys Libraries full of keys Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus ... |
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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 Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
The point is up
Touch, elbows touch Tell them to look away Find security and say Look at the clues Clear as cloud Drop our love for love CHORUS Slow down Slow down Slow down Slow down Slow down Slow down Why let it go To the deeper down? Well, we could look and pray Ah, don't run, don't drown Look at the clues Clear as cloud Drop our love for love CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS Slow |
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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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 - 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 - 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 - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (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 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 - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks The graveyard scene The golden years She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads under silent wigs Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights (headlights?) and power (powder?) It's patently obvious She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Hot lines under a rain of drum Cigarette props in action Dialogue dub, now here's the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties It's in the can |
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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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