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There were tims
There was pork There are legs There are skarks There was John There are cliffs There was mother There's a poker There was you Then there was you There are scenes There are blues There are boots There are shoes There are Turks There are fools They're in lockers They're in schools They're in you Then there was you Burn my fingers Burn my toes Burn my uncle Burn his books Burn his shoes Cook the leather Put it on me Does it fit me Or you It looks tight on you |
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Following the silent hedges
needing some other kind of madness looking into purple eyes sadness at the corners works of art with a minimum of steel pure sensation a beautiful downgrade going to hell again going to hell again Self confidence leaks from a thousand wounds faults of civilizations burning the private paradise of dreams minus hands of the electric clock what happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated? following the silent hedges following the silent hedges going to hell again pure sensation the beautiful downgrade going to hell again going to hell again again (x5) |
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In the night, in the chair
he sites there, he sits tight no more cans, no more crime see the place, see the time you never know He walks light, don't know how maybe now, in the night oh, I know, yes I know there's no chat He's for show You never know Sees the place and tries to get the time He's slowly lipping into the slime Can't inject into his veins blood and guffooze out and stain cares not that he really bleeds death not hell is what he needs sees the place, checks the time some other place, some other time you never know Slipping up and down his writing side his eyes begin to ponder pride subjective pics of misled youth before him lies the dreadful truth undignifiled, insignified his wrist on the razor slides You never know |
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Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whipcream lies I feel that if I had been uglier It would have been easier There it sat, blinked and spat In a black feather hat And said "the rat" Like a red bouquet slim swinger It would have fit her better but no red letter No red letter But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake |
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Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I wear a coat of drums And dance upon your eyes Turn the tables upside down Change the lows to highs Change the lows to highs I fill you up with butterflies Crown the heads of kings Be glad of first night nerves For fear gives courage wings Fear gives courage wings If I am on the sidelines Chances are you'll miss Wait alone and spotlit For Doctor Theatre's kiss The stage becomes a ship in flames I tie you to the mast Throw your body overboard The spotlight doesn't last The spotlight doesn't last I could be with you Or waiting in the wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I may tap you on the shoulder And whisper "go" in red Strip your feet of lead my friend Strip your feet of lead Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight We love our audience (repeat) |
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All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day The sound of the drum is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factorytown Oh to be the cream repeat |
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Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream I make the air fall apart Around me Now as the petals are no more A corroding, shrinking stalk remains Bereft of his blooms And the ultimate cruelty of love's pinions Beset his appearance Beset his appearance No king could replenish his state Now browning, sinking, dying A thousand deaths A thousand deaths A thousand deaths [noise, coughing] Terry sat up And hugged the green army surplus bag Around his skinny waist It was cold And the person beside him had faded badly Legs apart his eyes lit up The sky's gone out The sky, the sky The sky's gone out [noise, snoring] Ooooooh The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out |
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Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders From Mars He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man Then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do Like some cat from Japan He could lick 'em by smiling He could leave them to hang Came on so loaded man Well hung and snow-white tan So where were the Spiders While the flies tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands Ziggy played for time Jiving us that we were voodoo But the kids were just crass He was the nazz, with God-given ass He took it all too far But boy, could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man We had to break up the band Now Ziggy played guitar |
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(from "the devil and daniel mouse")
Who are you? My card, pretty lady. Devil May-Care Music Production, Beelzebub Scratch, President. I like your style, too bad you're not a singer. Oh, but I am, I am a singer! Hmm, no fooling. No, no listen... Fantastic, different. I want to be a star, of please! You've talked me into it. Contract! Just our standard contract, nothing fancy. Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights. Take your time, read it all. Oh, I give up. Can I trust you? Ok, I'll sign. Write! Where's the ink? We always use- blood, it's more permanent. Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for Dad? Oh, sure, I'll be back next year. Come on, Wease. Next year?! Oh wait, wait, stop. I'll sign. What about a band... I know a drummer. She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview. The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly. How do you feel about your sudden success? Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know. It's like, fabulous. Lonely, too, sometimes. Oh, that's nice. This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock! You're at the top now, sweetie. Yeah, but where do I go from here? Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain. No, I didn't mean that, wait! I've been waiting, now it's my turn. No. According to our contract, at precisely midnight, at the moment of her greatest triumph, the party of the first part, that's you, agrees to render up her soul now and forever more to the party of the second part, that's me. Shall we go? |
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Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I wear a coat of drums And dance upon your eyes Turn the tables upside down Change the lows to highs Change the lows to highs I fill you up with butterflies Crown the heads of kings Be glad of first night nerves For fear gives courage wings Fear gives courage wings If I am on the sidelines Chances are you'll miss Wait alone and spotlit For Doctor Theatre's kiss The stage becomes a ship in flames I tie you to the mast Throw your body overboard The spotlight doesn't last The spotlight doesn't last I could be with you Or waiting in the wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I may tap you on the shoulder And whisper "go" in red Strip your feet of lead my friend Strip your feet of lead Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight Call the curtain Raise the roof Spirits on tonight We love our audience (repeat) |
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I'm sitting tight
I'm holding still The flowers bite The cobweb's still We walk in file We stand in line The drug is in And we [did not] Since you've been so lonely Pain will cease to tease you Scars may not be ugly A doll's leg fits around you Why is everybody burning sky Misfit plug and chicken pie Walk in file and dance in line Straightedge tango sequins shine The ground is steady The stiff is stiff The cobweb's torn The tide is tired You're so alone You're so awake You wish you'd never been awake The knock goes off and the knock goes out The city spills There's a [lover who screams] The sickness fills When the night gets tough You wish you'd never been so so so skinny (walk in line dance in file) Sicking all night and working all day Spin with fright when you're finding no way And the drums get dark in night or day Sicking all night and working all day See my grandad go... (walk in line dance in file) Walk and dance in single file Right up to the bread in here Couldn't find the bread in there We couldn't find the bread And we couldn't find the heart And we worked so hard We worked so heartbeat If I look up there If I look a fool If I look up there If I look a fool Jack went up the Jack came down the Jack and Jill Went up the hill Jack came flying down the still Jack what're you doing Jack? I don't know - I'm back! Oh no! I told you not to put on those trousers Don't put on the trousers, don't put on the trousers Your dress is too starched It's too starched You got a high class face today You ought to have used nailpolish Lights out fast and sleep at night Lights out fast and sleep at night Turn the light out Get into bed Cover yourself up Your head Your head Your head Your head! |
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