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| 1. |
| 2:43 | 
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The man who was mortally wounded in war
Kept on fighting The man who was cut to the quick by love Kept on loving The man who was merciless tortured by thoughts Kept on thinking The man who was crippled with concern Kept on caring Hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog that turned Hair of the dog The man whose eyes were sore from obscenities Kept on looking The man whose heart bled, killed by compassion Kept on feeling The man whose legs buckled under exertion Kept on running The man whose ears burned to the sound of his own name Kept on listening Hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog that turned Hair of the dog |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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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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| 3. |
| 3:18 |
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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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| 4. |
| 2:29 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:48 |
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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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| 6. |
| 3:40 |
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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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| 2:58 |
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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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| 8. |
| 2:51 |
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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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| 9. |
| 3:05 |
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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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| 10. |
| 4:36 |
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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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| 2:55 | 
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| 12. |
| 3:15 |
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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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| 13. |
| 2:47 |
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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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| 14. |
| 6:38 |
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| 15. |
| 4:36 |
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