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Come in out of the rain thou sayest -
But thou ne'er step'st aside; and I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - Pitter-patter on the roof: Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be - I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear; Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril - Thou let'st me be parch?; My heart is of frailty, My pale skin is hu? damask. When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest - There I soon am to be - but how am I to run When my bones, my heart thou hast me bereaft- But run thou sayest; I run - And there and then I behold that a time will come When I again dead will be. Thou tell'st me to leave without delay - I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands; Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending; So by a dint of smite I gait Ere I run and melt together with dusk. Yon the reach of my mind I keep this event, But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?! After all these years thou left me down in the emotional dephts - The sombre soak? velvet-drape is upon me hung, Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world: All the beautiful moments shar?, deliberatlely push'd aside - ...a distance there is... |
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Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky. Yonder the whist firth eathing, Fro where a gale erranteth. Ye beholdest but the shadow. That is a lie! Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not! I deem - e'er and anon! My words are but a twist. Tis a feigned lie through loathing, I say! To and fro, save hither, Is thy love. A dotard gaffer, I daresay... Not a loth! - But vying for my kinsmen! ...a sapling not! Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! A hamlet for a slothful vassal - Soothing ale for a parched sot. Hie to tell me What ye judgest as naught; I behold the shadow! Wherefore call me such names; Nay imp am I! Thou art my aghast hart - Grazing in the glade. E'er thou sayest aye! That is a lie! Thief of a plot! Lief I am not! Now go to thy tryst! My words are but a twist! Go, leave, totter! Fare well! - with joy I came, Until ye dwindlest. With rue I leave A morsel, nay more, Even the orb cannot For thy journey Help me melt the ice?! Hither and thither! |
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Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyern hath errant'd. Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears - I deem the brood hath wan'd - fore'ermore?! Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back. Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! - Teathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart. Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea! Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles! ...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! Please! - heed my words; In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears - In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand - The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor - And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely! On his knees... A plea to harvest roses; No heed for the thorns you count! Wherefore vow me? Wherefor this gilded proffer? Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? - Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt weed! Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge! Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me; Lest'tis an act of wont! Many are the drapes that my past bury - Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles! Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!; I bethink dotingly only thy weal - Forgive me for deeming thee direfully - Therein abdiding with thee Yet I was a trifle daunt'd. Is for me the grandest boon! |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Theatre Of Tragedy (1995)
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Fluxes like moisture through pores. I am unwilling to forgive Him who depriev'd me of my life - Gloaming the sequence - A momentary view. Perishing intervals of rejoice - My supreme happiness is lost! Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth - The earth is now destin? to be made forlorn - Forlorn from the enlivening energies. Am I not anylonger living? In mournful silence I suffer - In peace I now will rest. My hard-working hands Are now repos?. I close thee, my belov?, into my heart - Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum. In my thoughts thou shalt forever be - As a dear and precious remembrance. I'm dethron? in the reign of entity - My tears descend like of ebony - Life is the theatre of tragedy - Dying - I only feel apathy! Dying - I only want sympathy! |
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Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!
With lore ornamented entreating; Hollow hearted, heart-departed - Yet thou reapest the blooming rose - When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find! And me in the yesterday's bind?! Innocence is reserved for the meek: Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be! Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne. Unwanted child of mother! - Plague of plagues! Father of leprous children. I wield ye to stint this brawl! Nigh is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart! Desirest thou to do it withal, I shall cause thy body by one head too short! Sayest ye nay to my boon; Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon! Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness! Be vanished! - Be banished! - If ye deemest me not wroth. My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword Lest thou dost totter - Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness? No man... No man at all!, Wherefore bereave Be it lord or beggar The kine of the sward? Bereaveth my dignity! Wherefore holdest thou for Me such a quality scowl? Loom my darling sun - Bear the scarlet colour! |
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Harken! - the clouds muster? in dark -
So painfully easing. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; Its years of yore in a mire, Each like a corpse within its grave; Wrought for us a yearn of lief; 'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; Harmony and ?thesia are its blisses; Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - Jostl'd away the pale drape That us had been o'erhung - Tempt'd thy shutters to open And thus quench'd the hearth; Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - With weal embrac'd the sprouting landscape Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - This joy conquereth until it again waneth, Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
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Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten'd! I shall climb the yew, Will it subdue me or not! Swooning emotions smite my bosom - I have in aptness depriev'd thy eyrie Oh! - but ne'er alas; Fro many another a lass - Lodge here fore'ermore. Dodge thither sable of yore! A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad land; A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyne. Sonorous to my ears are the words form'd by thy tongue; Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me 'twixt thy arms! Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens, And let it flow white and full in tast o'er my lips. Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings, And let it flow red and full in taste o'er my lips. A dais'd bridge o'er the ghyll, In which a river bottomless - I would have drowned, Yet thou drewest me out soaking! Save thou art not yet all parched - Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop, I can hear it! - I can feel it! Whence it comes I can only deem, Yet I will not tarry idly! Lest this for me is a gay dream: Let it adamant be - A dream that will sojourn eternally - Empty the flagon in me! In which theatre I will act! |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Theatre Of Tragedy (1995)
Whether the thron? Monarch weareth the crown,
Which I know not whether to his belongeth; Doth he hence the sceptre sway? Seasoneth he justice? - Daresay I he doth not, will he then use his sceptre As a wand? - Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth he me conjure; Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? - Is the gentle rain a quality of his? - I bethink This fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this, I beheld to these words no tongue; are the Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? - Oft I waylay my tongue - Those of which are withal by my gnarl? heart Not heed'd; or doth the throstle sing with more glee At daybreak than at twilight? - Brawl not my Imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement - Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere Thine is; that undiscover'd country; be that Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy; Tread not paths of new when those of old are Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it On the left, on the right - be it the one which Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct I have as until now not heed'd any signs of! |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead [ep] (1997)
oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep. my precious, likest thou what emergeth yon the distant? the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery! wanion its oh so damndest soul! with the devil-instrument it we shall reap, after the banquet obscur'd in our thole, its blood so lovingly across our faces smear lord of carnagel, lady of carnagel, one funeral maketh many, swarm god's acres; two indeed more: blest treat of delight - give praise for the blood it bled, grant a rose for the dead! grant a rose for the dead! enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere, we two abide the overlook'd time of the watch. make this cherish'd feast last but until the new dawn ascendeth. be still - harken the lure of night! bale in each its damndest shadow, cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue, in its face, behold! naught save grue. pray, ne'er come hither daylight! wane to dust the wight, velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! misery it in velvet fright |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead [ep] (1997)
Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master. "There hath past away a glore fro the Earth; A glore that in the hearts and minds of men, Men dement? - blindfold? by light, Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths." "Might I too was blindfold? ere "The quality of mercy and absolution, Tho' years have master'd me Whence cometh such qualities? A masque of this to fashion: Build thyself a mirror in which Seer blest, thou best philosopher!" Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!" "'Tis the Divine Comedy - "'Tis the Divine Tragedy - The fool and the mocking court; The fool and the mocking court; Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." Make us guffaw at thy futile follies, Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame; Earth beareth no balm for mistakes - We hold the Earth fro Hell away." "Believe? In a deily long dead? - I would rather be a pagan suckl? in creeds outworn; Whith fa?tytales fill'd up in head; Thoughts of the Book stillborn." "Shadow of annoyance - Ne'er come hither! ...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer, Ne'er to ascend again..." |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead [ep] (1997)
my eyes hold the eventide, albeit behind the eyes thou hast
thro' which I 'hold naught else a flame enshroud? in its blackness; but the raven; burning without the faintest breeze. sleep my dearest ones - teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore mind not the palling velvet darkness thou by such angst mark'd art?! wherefore is here loneliness?; infinite hollowness in which my thoughts echo, to the shadows i whisper - with the shadows i waltz - bear me; i am not the plague, altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! dare not naysaying my grant; dance no longer with the shadows, vanish with me abaft the unlight! - dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard; o! the taste on thine lips; dance with me the mephisto waltz. a trickling deep red love - wedlock 'twixt day and night - everlasting lightheart?ness - offer me relief fro the sunrays. a kiss for thee my dear. ah! such delight i sense: eternally and ne'erendingly; savour the bitter grapes of life! a soulsister of thine i am. let me openly greet thy kiss; the most loving and caring bites. grant me thineself!, i bore the woe in my heart, my heart was shatter'd into its tithe, as i depart embrace me, save yet are its chambers in flood. and in paltry time will i re-awake - i love thee |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead [ep] (1997)
An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?, O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionlessly it quivereth, Minding not that my hands are more than apt; My Muse, Where is hidden The blue-hu? arch 'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry, The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon - snowflak? and a?y mountains, In which the barebreast? maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer, Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore. O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? - I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! - Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine - What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paint?? The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds, Unadorn? the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood, The maidens chain? and whipp? within a dreary dungeon - And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave: ?The Devil is as Black as he Painteth?- O Canvas! wherefore |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead [ep] (1997)
Here are the young men,
a weight on their shoulders Here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of hell's darker chambers Pushed to the limits we dragged ourselves in Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying We saw ourselves now as we never have seen Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration The sorrows we suffered and never were freed Where have they been (4) Weary inside, now our heats lost forever Can't replace the fear or the thrill of the chase These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings Opened and shut, then slammed in our face Where have they been (4) |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead [ep] (1997)
der spiegel,
in dem ich die schatten seh'; das schwarze licht, welches mein schlo?verschlie? und drau?n, der teufel und die schwarze hexe: singendes, tanzendes ihm verfallenes wesen. h?st du denn nicht wie der wolf heult?!, doch das blut sprengt meine adern - jeder strahl f?rt mich dem untergang n?er: ich sp?e, wie berauscht ich bin, die sonne scheint nie wieder diesem spiegel, der mond aber leuchtet meinem k?per; staub - ich trinke das verfluchte wasser, blut - ich liebte diesen rosengarten, ich krieche durch diese spitzen dornen, mein geist lebt in der dunkelheit - schwarz; - das nichts; - unendlich; erbe des b?en - gott klopft an meine t?, und der spiegel zerbricht |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Velvet Darkness They Fear (1997)
"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, -- "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augenversteckt
Auch sind die Visionen schwarz, -- Lichtschein hinter derDunkelheit; Schwarz wie die Nacht; -- Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat, Der Dämmerzustand des Menschen - -- Daß Du von Angst erfülltbist. Ist meine Zeit des Daseins." -- Erzähle mir bitte -- Warum Du diese Angst in Dir trägst!" "Ich bin so alleine; Einsamkeit in Ewigkeit - Gedanken nur für mich, Mit dem Schatten flüstere ich - Mit dem Schatten tanze ich - Einsam wandere ich, Das Blut begehre ich: Totentanz." "Den tödlichen Kuß zu empfangen; -- "Tanze nicht mehr mit demSchatten, Folge der Finsternis in das Nichts! - -- Tanze bitte nicht überdas Grab; Süßer Nektar auf Deinen Lippen; -- Tanze mit mir den WalzerLuzifers. Ein Rinnsal blutfeuchtes Leben, -- Ich sehne mich Deine Braut zusein Ich lecke die Liebe aus Deinem Gesicht, -- - Um zu Finsternis zuwerden." Ich lecke den Haß aus Deinem Gesicht." "Ein so berauschendes Gefühl: -- "Für immer und unendlich: Meine bittere Existenz zu schmecken!" -- Ein Seelsorger Deinerbin ich." -- "Laß mich Deinen Kuß begrüßen; -- Den selbstzerstörerischen Kuß..." "Gebe Dich mir hin! Ich war von Trauer erfüllt, Ich war so untröstlich -- "... Bis ich sterbe, umarme mich, Doch Du hast die Liebe entfacht..." -- Und ich werde wiederauferstehen... -- Ich liebe Dich..." |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Velvet Darkness They Fear (1997)
Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feel in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl, And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire; Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage; Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly, His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis - Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam, Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! - His scratching and dallying hollow-heart??eyes Her breasts and vestal heart caress, And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily, Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly; His one and sole swath With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth - And her umbral foetal scream - As the song climaxeth And slowly dieth Away... |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Aegis (1998)
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down, Ripostéd with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond?, Tho' her parle of truth: «I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!», Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane - Sëer of the future, not of twain, «Sicker!», quoth Cassandra. Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? - A mistress fuell´d by his prest haughtiness - If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee, Belike egal as it to him might be?! Prophetess or fond?, Tho' her parle of truth: «I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!», Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane - Sëer of the future, not of twain, «Sicker!», quoth Cassandra. 'Or was he an æriéd being, 'Or was he weening - alack nay mo; Her naysay' raught his heart, Her daffing was the grave of all hope - She beliéd her own words, He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge, She held him august, yet wee; He left her ne'er without his heart |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Aegis (1998)
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a faade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A menad, yet the sweetest colleen - Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mlee; In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet: The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought: 'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix - Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Aegis (1998)
to moon6pence from shootingstar
Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere. Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend - Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send; As a disciple of a villain Didst thou act the tragedienne. Iam amore virginali totus ardeo. Amor volat undique, captus est libidine. Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend - Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send; As a disciple of a villain Didst thou act the tragedienne. Iam amore virginali totus ardeo. Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere. Tui lucent oculi sicut solis radij, Sicut splendor fulguris, qui lucem donat tenebris. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers’ clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 6 p.m. whistle Next the inner city Smiling grimey faces Tea at the local pub Low-cut dresses High-spirited workers Sizzling neon-lights, click on This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 2 a.m. binge Low-life slagheap Used up and burnt out Like a kick in the teeth Ramble, shamble on home Grime back in harness Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city |
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Mobile phones
Commuter trains The Terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway White-collar timetable The next stop is Waterloo 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute Take the M25 There's traffic jam all around Take the Tube Double-decker To tell about my points of view A fare to Chequers Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through It's more fun to commute No need for comfort Public transport It's all so and so, touch-and-go Pass a train wreck Call the tube-tech I'll make it to work some other day White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through It's more fun to commute She pushed He pulls I read the papers in the transit lounge I dial the number Now I'm certain I'll make it home some other day |
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> Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't you follow me? Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don't you follow me? |
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Broken frames
Like a monochrome film Flickers and dissolves Shattered glass The replaceable background Out of control There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp??짢re and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome As solid as a liquid monument Out of focus, blurred image The time-frame of '69 Technology, machinery, humanity It's all the same A second of life There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp??짢re and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome Time and age, what's the difference Based upon the same reference Touch-and-go, who's to know the random order Contorted, distorted it doesn't make any sense at all Angular, circular There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp??짢re and Ohm A fragment, a segment - bits and pieces, bits and Hz It's all the same Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
You act a pansy, pushover
Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover Do live your fancy, go lower The call is mine I'm gonna get you up The call is mine I'm gonna get on top On the skew, you're dancing all over In a blue suit, orange pullover You are the anti-fashion statement I'm gonna get on top You look like my old dog Rover I'm gonna get you up The call is mine Spit teeth - I can hear you Head crash - I can't see you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't you follow me? I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away Eyes flash - feels like electroshock Street brash - time flies, tick-tock I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don't you follow me |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
Look up here
Look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires Chipset adept Keep your vogue code that all have Memory load Keep your modern ways And keep your bugs Tomorrow's world we've all seen The Metal Man is here to stay Talk talk You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent' Call me the mech man Voice synthesised Computerised In a world of machines Store the data and calculate Speak and spell and operate What can I do but to serve Automaton of yesterday Engineer the rail and motorway You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
I synthesise and press a lighted key
Turn it on, compose a melody Redo from start, I need more rhythm 1 and 4 was for the Commodore A catchy beat, I put it on repeat I program more, but still it's incomplete Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch? I won't give up until I tap my feet. I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time Computer music is just like oxygen Try and fail, again, again, again I need the recipe for the perfect melody I add more tracks, run out of DSP Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix Dadaistic, nothing too profound Electric music resounding all around I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
Electric broadcast
The new transmission waves Turn the dial Recieve the news Transistor radio We've tuned in to the ether melody The deadpan voice I want to hear It's bright and clear and full of energy Recieve the tunes Music won't stop Electro pop Commercial workshop I want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme Ether melody news On the radio now For you and me Antennae beaming sound, news and speech Apparatus signal it out 'Let it be so' Marconi's words Communication Information We're in the building of the wireless voice Radar, television Static morse The interference Incoherence Scrambled signals I want your waves Spectral sound Tune in, tune out On the radio now For you and me Ether melody news Radio for you and me The airwaves are fully free Oscillating energy Radio for you and me On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
Here we are
One more time today We stand in line There is no sense The cigarette in hand It's all gone bad No name, privilege, no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future We were waiting for something We were listening to the heartbeats It could take us It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame And it seems like a mirror of our future We've seen it all before It seems we're out of class This is no age for us We are fragile Like statues made of sand We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique (2000)
Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else Never try yourself Restore you Bop 'till you're fagged out Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Open windows shout Walk these streets She wore me, she wore you She's concrete Reverie Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac All is free She saw you Windscreen eyes are black and blue Seesaw heartbeat, she is back They want to see you The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous Adore you She's concrete Walk these streets Reverie All is free |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Inperspective (2001)
"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, -- "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augenversteckt
Auch sind die Visionen schwarz, -- Lichtschein hinter derDunkelheit; Schwarz wie die Nacht; -- Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat, Der Dämmerzustand des Menschen - -- Daß Du von Angst erfülltbist. Ist meine Zeit des Daseins." -- Erzähle mir bitte -- Warum Du diese Angst in Dir trägst!" "Ich bin so alleine; Einsamkeit in Ewigkeit - Gedanken nur für mich, Mit dem Schatten flüstere ich - Mit dem Schatten tanze ich - Einsam wandere ich, Das Blut begehre ich: Totentanz." "Den tödlichen Kuß zu empfangen; -- "Tanze nicht mehr mit demSchatten, Folge der Finsternis in das Nichts! - -- Tanze bitte nicht überdas Grab; Süßer Nektar auf Deinen Lippen; -- Tanze mit mir den WalzerLuzifers. Ein Rinnsal blutfeuchtes Leben, -- Ich sehne mich Deine Braut zusein Ich lecke die Liebe aus Deinem Gesicht, -- - Um zu Finsternis zuwerden." Ich lecke den Haß aus Deinem Gesicht." "Ein so berauschendes Gefühl: -- "Für immer und unendlich: Meine bittere Existenz zu schmecken!" -- Ein Seelsorger Deinerbin ich." -- "Laß mich Deinen Kuß begrüßen; -- Den selbstzerstörerischen Kuß..." "Gebe Dich mir hin! Ich war von Trauer erfüllt, Ich war so untröstlich -- "... Bis ich sterbe, umarme mich, Doch Du hast die Liebe entfacht..." -- Und ich werde wiederauferstehen... -- Ich liebe Dich..." |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Inperspective (2001)
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a faade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A menad, yet the sweetest colleen - Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mlee; In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet: The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought: 'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix - Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix. |
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Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feel in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl, And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire; Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage; Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly, His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis - Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam, Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! - His scratching and dallying hollow-heart??eyes Her breasts and vestal heart caress, And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily, Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly; His one and sole swath With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth - And her umbral foetal scream - As the song climaxeth And slowly dieth Away... |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
He tries to see, although he can't
He tries, but doesn't understand He calls on a different phone-line No one that he knows An out of focus acquaintance Speaking in a silent parlance 'Remember me', breaks the silence A recurring line again He's looking for something Can't see that he's stranded He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more He feels the blood run through his veins Tries to get up, be young again His face in the bathroom mirror Someone looks at him His undisputed kind of self-love Weaker than it used to be like 'Don't forget me', breaks the silence A different life begins He's looking for something Can't see that he's stranded He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more Looks in the mirror, feels the snag Packs his bag and picks a map 'Don't forget me', seems inapt He doesn't want to know 'Don't forget me' He's looking for something Can't see that he's stranded He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more He's waiting for something Becoming a vision He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
Moving sideways through the sold photo
Slow figures flashing on tiptoe Crashing cars on a blue tableau Goes to show it wasn't everywhere No one steering, just an auto-move Round and round the streetlights in the groove Flying windscreens, dropping down below Aisles of bricks, crumbling with the smoke Here we go Dissolving turnpikes in a placid light Intersections similarly white I never found the concrete slab I must have left it on the showroom tab Escalators moving side to side Round and round the footprints on the slide From a picture, the city turned and spoke There she was, the woman in the smoke Here we go I think you suit me I'll make you happy You specify me You can't deny me Must have left my eyes on a moving train Tangled phone lines told me to revoke Turgid reasons, everything's mundane There she was, the woman in the smoke Here we go I guess you suit me Do you extend me? You maximise me You can't deny me I think you suit me I'll make you happy . |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
I can't see
In the flicker-light's quiet frequency I was briefly interrupted by the sound Of your voice Now I can see Why you turned away in disbelief I couldn't get enough of the leitmotif Of your voice He's a lonely dancer He's a fun fanatic organiser I wonder, wonder, wonder If you like to check him, check him, check him When you dance Reassurance marks every move I don't understand how you can make out the groove Through the noise He looks at you The poise-boy tries to cut a good figure But he has no future judging by the sound Of your voice He's a lonely dancer He's a fun fanatic organiser I wonder, wonder, wonder If you like to check him, check him, check him. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
no risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone I'm cool, you're hot I love you not
Don't say a word Unless you're heard I know I hate to see you rude I think I'll let you down You should have let me go I think I'll make you leave 'Cause you have lost control You've pushed the line too far Bye-bye Turn over, there's no need to try You waste your time You're absolutely useless, baby I think I'll let you down You should have let me go I think I'll make you leave 'Cause you have lost control. |
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I run as fast as I can To get a ride
To ride on this wave is all I dream of I want to catch up with the distant sight I create my speed the way I breathe I can move I can fly I can fly, I can float, I can fly I can groove, I can move so high in the sky So high in the sky I swim as far as I can To reach the tide To be in that wave is all I long for I take my power from my own arms I sustain this pain 'cause I can't cry I swim as far as I can To reach the tide To be in that wave is all I long for I can move I can fly I can fly, I can float, I can fly I can groove, I can move so high in the sky So high in the sky. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A shame She won't fit in his world She exists for the game A shame Tricky repertoire Words flying 'round Picky seminar Bound to be drowned in the sound Sticky shirt and tie Play 'Bottoms Up' in the bar Icky, fly guy - why, She's nastier by far It's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur His mind's but a blur He's derailing from his train of thought Doing not what he ought and was taught He's trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stick Someone must have gone click, click, click, click Can't see what's new, he doesn't have a clue Of what to do with the woman he thought that he knew She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A shame She won't fit in his world She exists for the game A shame. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
Turn baby, turn
You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm in tune now Sing to me, say Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me The downtown boy in a daylight rouse Getting ready for the night's ploy And he's waiting on top a topless house Or sliding down to his luminous, viscose clothes I want to go with that French girl She said, 'Sure, do you want to make friends with me?' Tres bien, tres bien Hey, I'm not crying anymore Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. He put on his shirt knowing he's pert Tearing 'cross the crowd in a gloss He said, ' Missy, don't be so pushy, eh' Or thought he did it anyway The words that he knew, 'Voulez-vous', 'Rendezvous' Just made him black and blue He wanted to go-go She said, 'No-no' So he's waiting for next episode I want to go with that French girl She said, 'Sure, do you want to make friends with me?' Tres bien, tres bien Hey, I'm not crying anymore. |
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from Theatre Of Tragedy - Assembly (2005)
The pulsing of the flare reflected in the air
Stick-stuck goggles deflecting the stare Underground, overdrive Countdown, take off We're gone, they're here Head for planets far and near Don't know what upsets you We're gonna take you to the outer space Find planets - red, blue Let's make a universal race We're gonna take you to places never seen A rigid-like gesture since we were nineteen Inner space, outer space Head off, head on Slot in, interface Bounce back and forth like electrons We're gonna take you to planets never seen Solar systems run by machines Out of code Crash, reboot 'Redo from Start', who is he anyway? Don't know what upsets you We're gonna take you to the outer space Find planets - red, blue aha Let's make a universal race. |
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