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I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Found our nest, in the Daily Express Met the vicar in a holy vest Brought up the children Church of E Now I vegetate with a colour TV Worst ever thing that ever happened to me Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E., oh Judy Whatever happened to pillow fights Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs, mogadons "I got a headache baby, don't take so long" Single beds, middle age dread Losing the war in the Waistlands spread Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube Who forgot to flush the loo Leave your sweaty socks outside the door Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy Whatever happened to morning smiles Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles Whatever happened to twinkling eyes, hard fast drives Complements on unnatural size Propping up a bar, family car Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk World war three, suburbanshee Just slip her these pills and I'll be free No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more Goodbye Judy |
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| 3. |
| 6:49 |
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We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework We are Siamese children related by the heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room Empty chambers embracing the end Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons You must have known that I was concealing an escape Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces On the ricochet, this is the ricochet |
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| 4. |
| 5:08 |
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To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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| 5. |
| 6:52 |
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Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch When she moved, her presence speared me When she spoke, her words ensnared me Watch the lizard, watch the lizard, Watch the lizard with the crimson veil She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade Within the spiral of the cigarette You betrayed your bedside etiquette I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard I touched the lizard with the crimson veil I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl whores They know what they want, they sing your name And glide between the sheets I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I said Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I bled Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn Betrayed on a lizard's bed We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon |
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| 6. |
| 8:30 |
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When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Unapproachable, constant in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction With no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It's just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You've played this scene before |
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| 7. |
| 8:12 |
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Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalenes contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is Brixton chess A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary |
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| 1. |
| 5:31 |
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On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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| 2. |
| 7:40 |
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I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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| 3. |
| 4:00 |
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Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three boats down from the Candy Carnal dancers let their senses preach It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think while in need, they'll give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for experience I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped in polaroid, a puppet drowned in celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void Three boats down from the Candy I remember you Three boats down from the Candy Much too much to lose Three boats down from the Candy Oh, those words were never true Three boats down from the Candy I remember you [FISH 1983 Produced by Nick Tauber; (12 MARIL 1 B) Drums: John Martyr |
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| 4. |
| 3:50 |
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Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Found our nest, in the Daily Express Met the vicar in a holy vest Brought up the children Church of E Now I vegetate with a colour TV Worst ever thing that ever happened to me Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E., oh Judy Whatever happened to pillow fights Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs, mogadons "I got a headache baby, don't take so long" Single beds, middle age dread Losing the war in the Waistlands spread Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube Who forgot to flush the loo Leave your sweaty socks outside the door Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy Whatever happened to morning smiles Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles Whatever happened to twinkling eyes, hard fast drives Complements on unnatural size Propping up a bar, family car Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk World war three, suburbanshee Just slip her these pills and I'll be free No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more Goodbye Judy |
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| 5. |
| 6:34 |
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Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch When she moved, her presence speared me When she spoke, her words ensnared me Watch the lizard, watch the lizard, Watch the lizard with the crimson veil She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade Within the spiral of the cigarette You betrayed your bedside etiquette I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard I touched the lizard with the crimson veil I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl whores They know what they want, they sing your name And glide between the sheets I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I said Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I bled Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn Betrayed on a lizard's bed We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon |
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| 6. |
| 5:32 |
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To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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| 7. |
| 8:09 |
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When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Unapproachable, constant in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction With no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It's just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You've played this scene before |
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