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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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 Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
What do you want of me
What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip you up and down For you I came to forsake Lay wide despise and hate I sing of you in my demented songs For you and your stimulations Take what you can of me Rip what you can off me And this I'll say to you And hope that it gets through You worthless bitch You fickle shit You will spit on me You will make me spit And when the Judas howl arise And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize I'll still be here as strong as you And I'll walk away in spite of you And I'll walk away Away Walk away (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...) Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...) He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...) Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...) I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
We're going down
We're going down We're going down To the kamikaze dive Pussy Galore Fishnet leatherette Psuedo sumo wrestler Dangerous dances The dragons claw On the door K-Tel oriental The monkey's paw. You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly You're so necromantic Stitch my thigh Mixing molotov cocktails Snappy little fingers Venomous and vain In the subterrain We're going down to the kamikazi dive Like insects in a Chinese lantern now We're feeling so alive, what's showing? We're going down to the kamikazi dive. We're feeling so alive, what's showingLike manic moths in Chinese lanterns now |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despise For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars I dare I dare I dare- you- you |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multi-reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odorous whim Camera eye-flick-shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace of pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The card is lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Let me catch the slit of light For a maidens sake On a maiden flight In the flat field I do get bored Replace with Piccadilly whores In my yearn for some cerebral fix Transfer me to that solid plain Hammer me into blazen pain Moulding shapes no shame to waste Moulding shapes no shame to waste And drag me there with deafening haste. |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation
One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if? What if? Nerves. Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses Brittle spittle sparks you are defenceless The fabric of dreams is ripped apart Nerves. As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger In your pumping heart Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass. A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass Nerves. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
(john cale)
Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of All sorts of Untidy whores Came from next door Came from next door But some men are chosen from the rest But their disappointment runs with their guests Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden But their choice don't seem to matter They got swollen breasts and lips that putter And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter Is just a little parasitic scream of whores Screaming whores In the rosegarden funeral of sores Virgin Mary was tired So tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints In the In the Rosegarden Rosegarden funeral of sores |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Scopes
Scopes Scopes Scopes Galvanascope Hydroscope Electroscope Polemescope Telescope Microscope Polariscope Sizemoscope Periscope Stethoscope Kaleidoscope The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopes The twenty scopesThe twenty scopes |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks Small talk stinks See the young man in his new gown Small talk stinks Talking up to his bouffant drag Something that he's never had He says he loves you with flowers A sentence should be like a serpent Quick with a sting in its tail String me a line that has meaning and depth There's no small talk with walky talkies Small talk stinks. I said it stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks. You whisper sweet nothings chit-chat-back-chat There's no idle gossip in braille Taking combs three times an day Twice an hour Indentikit cute lips from wall to wall See the young man in his new gown Stand in line for the photo call Talking up to his bouffant drag Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinksSmall talk stinks |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding
The idea was simple for a decent overloading And for a multiple flash with no cords attached He came up with a more remote flash trigger It's connected to an accessory in his hip Which automatically fires in perfect synchro But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle They call it the dance It's the St. Vitus dance Such flexibility What an accessory See his soft bounce What flexibility Such a soft bounce What an accessory And for special effects he has six filters Three coloured red with the others pilfered And if you really want to know what that means He could throw a blue flash from eighty-five feet Of course you might want to check out your own little output So we devised a few simple and easy to crack contortions So you can bump and scrape all the day through With the dance It's the St. Vitus dance The St. Vitus dance Such flexibility What an accessory Such a soft bounce What flexibility Such a soft bounce Check his hot shoe Feel his output He's a light machine See his angle He's a light machine |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
In a crucifixation ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look into your crimson orifice In holy remembrance In scarlet bliss In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum Father, son, and holy ghost Stigmata Martyr |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam You're my main man Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim I know's where you've been Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete Your lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man Bobby's all right Bobby's all right He's a natural-born poet He's just outta sight Jungle Faced Jake Jungle Faced Jake I say make no mistake About Jungle Faced Jake Automatic shoes Automatic shoes Give me 3-D vision And the California blues Me I funk But I don't care I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair Telegram Sam Telegram Sam I'm a howlin' wolf for you |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel His eyes were heavy He carried a card One couple questioned The other discharged Terror couple kill colonel in his West German home Three shots from three feet Dragged himself to the phone Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel And as he lay there Playing games with his pain He felt his choice of jobs Was such a mistake He could have been a doctor In a soft easy chair In stead he chose three stars A territorial affair Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel In his West German home In his West German home In his West German home |
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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 - Mask (1981)
Dancing on hot tiles
Dancing on tender hooks Dancing down church aisles Dancing on holy books Dancing on crocodiles Dancing on hallowed ground Dancing Nyjinsky style Dancing with the lost and found Dancing on rock 'n roll's grave Dancing on burning coals Dancing on "Jesus Saves" Dancing with old scratch soul Dancing on flick knives Dancing a stiletto groove Dancing our nine lives away Dancing in the Louvre Dancing in catacombs Dancing in tuxedo drag Dancing in dark rooms Dancing on all your flags Dancing in the Vatican Dancing on the papal gown Dancing on the taxman Dancing on the crown We're dancing to the dark side of this tune We're dancing to the dark side of this tune |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance Nine lives on the spirits 'Til the desert suns prevail In every scream eternal Locks out boredom forever Paints your fishes black It's so exciting Separate hearts Midnight Midnight close Almost crying Underneath the vine Fly like the jet The tan and white Evening I hear whistling In my ear wax Seven shapes Black |
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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)
Well hello pretty woman
You're looking good With a yellow dot skirt And you're swaying hah You look as though you've ate your one last meal You're conceit is all thats left You can sing a spiel You used to hide away in kiosk land Let's find you out and loosen up You're so upset Making coffee for the poor machines Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some hah Well they're as stiff as New York With the right wing lights And the babies get for real if the group is right Following her swallowing some two-tone pills They said he's looking crazy but he's so well built You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be Harree aee ah Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to But he's seen shadows upon that ball Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead... Your mother father brother sister too Natural best All the best go on you I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some (Harree aee ah) Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Ancient Earth work fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills The music hold and Oberon fill Is surely recommended not For fear of death in fear of rot Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Baleful sounds and wild voices ignored In luck disaster the one reward Violated sanctity of supermen's hills So sad love lies there still So sad So sad Hollow hills Hollow hills Witches too and goblin too and speckled sills Lament repent oh mortal you So sad So sad |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
You fear the lesson
And fear to walk And fear to pass on Your fear to talk The teacher was feared Your parents too Then you became The fear of you Fear Look to yourself Climb over the wall And see behind That you're not so small Then you won't blame fear When competing's too much As you fall on your back As you fail to touch Fear And I say to you When your fear is strong When you fear your life Then your fear is wrong Set free your past So shredding the skin Then you won't fear The fear of sin Fear |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for Satori The kick in the eye I am the end of reproduction Given no direction Every care is taken In my rejection Kick in the eye (x4) Every care is taken With my rejection And my abduction To my addiction Every care is taken With my protection And my abduction From my addiction Kick in the eye (x4) |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes From the growth underneath the closed mouth You'll catch if you listen Rack-trapped cubist vowels From a dummy head expression From a dummy head expression The transformation is invested With the mysterious and the shameful While the thing I am becomes something else Part character part sensation The shadow is cast |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Gonna be like a dog
Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose I preach for the praise Can't laugh so I gaze Like a bad offset I'm just counting the days I'm a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothin, nothing to lose Sonar blips on my arms My head's increased Just a hotel inmate I'm the lover deceased I'm the latent impression of a dancer's leg I like faking persuasion And laying my bed I'm a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark. A token of esteem. Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. A wind rushes through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, number thirteen.
Barely concealed but hopeful Blackout Blackout! I will clinb this high wall In rememberance of Clancy To regain or re-earn my life As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago The wall has many holes And many foot pieces to fasten to The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance My penance and my task I did it once and they wondered Yet I need to go, once more around Up breathtakingly Across rigidly Down easily - and foolishly I endeavoured again To climb the wall in vain And capture back my chain Of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Wipe away the night's last cold stare Red fist curled 'round the house Was away boy Shelly's shoes wash Chocolate power is so crisp The atomic open house is really here And we have gone so desperate Your power knows no bounds And heavier with time Are our shoes That no man would want to wear New tread wipes a wet road so dry it stings Into the borrowed course Under the dreadful birds Under the singing soil And all those guilty clouds I have seen too much Wipe away my eyes Too much |
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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 Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
How rich is your surface
How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
How rich is your surface
How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring pour Away from her his compass mass The everglade the bonny lass The actress love that he mistook A siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook A siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need In Hedonisms shaft like look He wears the id the painter mistook And with her flame he'll burn its flesh Burn the freeze transcend the mesh Riders wings you give me back The siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook The siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring pour Away from her his compass mass The everglade the bonny lass The actress love that he mistook A siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook A siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need In Hedonisms shaft like look He wears the id the painter mistook And with her flame he'll burn its flesh Burn the freeze transcend the mesh Riders wings you give me back The siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook The siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Of course we can see
From the lipstick that's used From even the wig that sits That's all we see of you I've done it among the many who From paint to health Bricka-brack fashion Giving you the talk back Giving you the buzz It's called a feedback It's fierce It's not from above It's fierce Tell my freinds they're all potential They're all potential Godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me Oh young and pure An inward girl A simple shape and mind A no-mans land A chosen ground A sitting for the sign Sashed and shorn Hallowed be her name Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore' Is the perogative of the superstar I say no all the time I'm super So are you! say no Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential Godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me The message clear For weak and strong He takes no pleasure in your pain The face is distant death Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore' Is the perogative of the superstar Put yourself on the line Stay super Say you! Say no! Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential - -Godsends I feel that this is me coming Tell them they'll never meet me |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Allah'im lutfet ki gitti?imiz her yere bari? goturelim
Bolucu degil bagda?tirici birle?tirici olabilelim Nefret olan yere sevgi, yaralanma olan yere affedicilik Ku?ku olan yere inanc, umitsizlik olan yere umit Karanlik olan yere aydinlik ve uzuntu olan yere Sevinc satici olmayi bize lutfet yarabbi Kusurlari goren degil, kusuru ortenlerden Teselli arayanlardan degil teselli edenlerden Anlayis bekleyenlerden degil, anlayis gosterenlerden Yalniz sevilmeyi isteyenlerden de?il Sevenlerden olmamiza yardim et Yagmur gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Aktigi her yere canlilik bahsedenlerden Gunes gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Isigiyla tum varliklari aydinlatanlardan; Toprak gibi hersey ustune bastigi halde Hic bir seyini esirgemeyip Nimetlerini herkese verenlerden olmayi bize lutfet Alan degil, veren ellerin Affedici oldugu icin affedilenlerin Hak ile dogan hak ile yasayan Hak ile olenlerin ve sonsuz yasam da yeniden doganlarin Safina katilmayi bize nasip eyle. Amin |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Allah'im lutfet ki gitti?imiz her yere bari? goturelim
Bolucu degil bagda?tirici birle?tirici olabilelim Nefret olan yere sevgi, yaralanma olan yere affedicilik Ku?ku olan yere inanc, umitsizlik olan yere umit Karanlik olan yere aydinlik ve uzuntu olan yere Sevinc satici olmayi bize lutfet yarabbi Kusurlari goren degil, kusuru ortenlerden Teselli arayanlardan degil teselli edenlerden Anlayis bekleyenlerden degil, anlayis gosterenlerden Yalniz sevilmeyi isteyenlerden de?il Sevenlerden olmamiza yardim et Yagmur gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Aktigi her yere canlilik bahsedenlerden Gunes gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Isigiyla tum varliklari aydinlatanlardan; Toprak gibi hersey ustune bastigi halde Hic bir seyini esirgemeyip Nimetlerini herkese verenlerden olmayi bize lutfet Alan degil, veren ellerin Affedici oldugu icin affedilenlerin Hak ile dogan hak ile yasayan Hak ile olenlerin ve sonsuz yasam da yeniden doganlarin Safina katilmayi bize nasip eyle. Amin |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The love of the Never man
Jumps through the blackest heat His imminent green innocent sweet Is blocked and returns The love of the Never man Is blocked and returns The love of the Never man Contains a story he Never being heard Dreaming of a better time to come When better days will mean Being, hearing never sleep The Never man will weep -Never sleep at night The Never man will weep -Never sleep at night Swimming in the idea moat Dreams of better days will come Those re-occurring maybes that - -force the never haze will come The love of the Never man jumps through the blackest heat His eminent innocent sweet His innocent sweet The love of the Never man Can't breath for smoking ruins Third eye glimpses a second thought Is blocked and returns Can't breath for smoking ruins Contains a story he Never being heard When better days will mean- -can't breath for smoking ruins Love of the Never man Jumps through the blackest heat |
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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 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 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 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 Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
Supernatural S6..
deraze Play With Fire (Original Single Mono Ver.) The Rollin.. Smiling Faces Sometimes The Undisp.. Me And Mrs. Jones Billy Paul 곡 126 | 담기 4 | 추천 1 |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
What do you want of me
What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip you up and down For you I came to forsake Lay wide despise and hate I sing of you in my demented songs For you and your stimulations Take what you can of me Rip what you can off me And this I'll say to you And hope that it gets through You worthless bitch You fickle shit You will spit on me You will make me spit And when the Judas howl arise And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize I'll still be here as strong as you And I'll walk away in spite of you And I'll walk away Away Walk away (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...) Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...) He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...) Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...) I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries |
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