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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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| 2. |
| 4:54 |
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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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| 5:00 |
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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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| 4. |
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| 5. |
| 2:13 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:32 |
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| 7. |
| 3:35 |
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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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| 3:32 |
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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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| 9. |
| 3:46 |
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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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| 10. |
| 7:07 |
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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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| 11. |
| 2:12 |
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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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| 12. |
| 5:34 |
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(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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| 4:21 |
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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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| 14. |
| 1:35 |
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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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| 1:27 |
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The night the ?
Ring a ring of rosies A pocket full of posies A tissue A tissue (sneeze) |
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| 4:10 |
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| 17. |
| 3:15 |
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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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| 4:32 |
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