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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
I took a showgirl
For my bride Thought my life Would be right Took her bowling Got her high Got myself a showgirl bride Took a job on the side In a health shop Keeps me well Got my mantra for life Got my karma And a showgirl bride All my life All her life All our life I married a showgirl That's for life She cant work In the wintertime I cant work any time now Go to libraries all the while Looking for a notice Looking for a name All my life All her life All our life I married a showgirl That's for life I took a showgirl For my bride Sprinkled stardust On my wife Took her bowling Got her high Got myself a showgirl bride Don't you recognise us? |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Your star is descending
Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there's no room on the wing We can bitch but it ain't tinsel town Hey! Starchild Can't dance Left out on a useless limb This party will start To drag you down Slap your face And pull your hair Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is shed Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead I was in traction started off smiling Couldn't help laughing I was astounded when They caught you unaware And some missionary said That this week we've got to shoot All the dancing girls And then replace them With satellites instead Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is shed Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead Like to see something change Around here, around there |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
They were failing dutifully
If you're going to fail at all Failing came more easily Than it did to us all And I wanted to be there See them again It was easy to see they were The best band to be in I gave up drugging When you spiked my drink Stopped freeloading When I could not get in I gave up singing When I was told I could not dance Knew my place in the world When I heard them start Woke up Sunday morning With a hole the size of my pool Couldn't believe I'd grown so ugly Couldn't believe I'd been so cruel I should've set back Thought about their past East coast to west coast How they'd struggled for their art Some people were born to write Some people were born to dance Thought I knew my place in the world Thought I knew my art Glad to be there, see them begin It was easy to see They were the best band to be in American Guitars... |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Junk shop clothes
Will get you nowhere Theyre out of season Its betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes Will get you... There is no reason why Your mother was a seamstress Claim soutine never spent A thrift shop dime In this life Lenny bruce never walked In a dead mans shoes Even for one night Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere No summer pavilion No shooting season Junk shop clothes Will get you... For the rest of your life And the sun never shone On your frame pale and wan |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Who cares about
your mystic lies Is it a claim to some reality I found myself barefoot on stones I don't think 'It was meant to be' I don't think 'It just had to be' So how can it be pre-arranged When there's no order anyway I found myself barefoot on stone I don't think it was destiny It wasn't in the stars that day Good fortune smile On my ascendant star Take heed, small talk Don't trust the stars I know that it's insufferable Visionary can be so vain To think that somewhere There's a path for you I know it makes it seem mundane It makes it all seem so mundane Good fortune smile On my ascendant star Take heed, small talk Don't trust the stars |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
First child
and a showbiz son Always hide where you come from Mother got out rehab And I was born I was starstruck When I was young It's never too soon To tread the boards I was in Vaudeville At age gave My career took Its first nosedive I've been starstruck All my life Starstruck, starstruck over you Starstruck, I'm struck dumb by you Starstruck, I struck out of luck I was always starstruck Can't get an agent For a child star My act effete and failing So I moved To the old backlot Where I exercise daily CHORUS Now you're between A peak time show I hear you're now married She was born to be seen Not to be carried CHORUS |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
In my role
As a groundbreaker As a pallbearer In my past life As a benefactor My lost years As an actor The stars are brighter Are lighter Than they have been for years Those stars are tighter At one time I've never seen so many How could I be wrong? In my role As a peacemaker As a lifesaver In your room As a plan hatcher A soul snatcher |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
When I first met you
You were not house trained A backwoods trier The world's your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine all mine There's no honour Among thieves So we worked together A varied rich and famous crime You had your motives I had mine For a soul to find Little piece rub off on mine Trinkets, memorabilia Diamonds for the taking One man's treasure never meant a thing When I was housebreaking Took a buckshot landing >From my most famous client Must have lost it in the fall Came away empty handed When I first met you I was not housetrained |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Never saw
your driver's eyes Or me on parking street We were planning your demise Your chauffeur's tired But you're still on heat Downtown, you're burning down I'm sick of parking cars... There are only - two people here Who are worthy Of your pool and your palace So stand down now Stand down You're standing down... Never thought I'd see the day When your pale face turned grey Got no guts, got no fame Your epitaph Sorely missed Your unfaithful slave Home again Housesitting again Rifle through Your possessions and stuff Things that you Are ashamed of Home again, housesitting again Looking through photos At the back of your drawer The way that you looked When you were small You're safe, there's no prowler No creeper in your lane It's better than drugs, it's cool To be in your home again Home again, housesitting again It's just a little bit far >From the main crowd Reading your poems When you're not around Home again, housesitting again Hospital letter, a clinic on hold A test that you took Awaiting results |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
They were hanging on
For grim life They were clutching at straws They were sure That the ship was at port As it sailed far from shore They were keen philosophers They were keen on hurt They were like A pair of dumb dogs Rolling in the dirt (That's) you and Your idiot brother Waiting in the wing Which one holds up the other Which one pulls the string One bite of the apple One chop at the tree Is your word as good as your bond Your stammer, your honesty You could have it for free Because nothing works For no-one And that won't work for me Nothing works For no-one at all No-one works for free We were getting on famously I was doing my bit They got no claim on me So send me a writ I was walking Around your house In the middle of the night Home medicine erotica Is your prescription right? I want to kill your sister With some business advice Never question your loyalty On the telephone line And what about our fat friend With the golden ear Upped and left Turned down your best shot Now you're in arrears |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Early years
were a shroud man Only a grey cloud shot in the dark Hanging out with your dad His plans for revenge In some hick-town caravan park Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down Early years were a dreadnought Waiting to tread board And my work down the pan Hanging round By the back door One foot in the stage door Some disaffected fly-by-man Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down Got wired by a cable Got wild on a table Scared the shit out of me All for the free state The snow and the greasepaint I left the singing family Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Home again
Housesitting again Rifle through Your possessions and stuff Things that you Are ashamed of Home again, housesitting again Looking through photos At the back of your drawer The way you looked When you were small You're safe, therec￡o no prowler No creeper in your lane It's better than drugs, it's cool To be in your home again Home again, housesitting again It's just a little bit far From the main crowd reading your poems When you're not around Home again Hospital letter, a clinic hold A test that you took Awaiting results |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
There were mourners on the street
of every shape and size The motorcade came down from Redondo Assasins on the corner tried to throw you a line You dirty-mouth comic Rodolfo Lenny Valentino reside The Pope renounced you as the real one Lazarus decided to rise The Twentieth Century had only begun Ladies averted their eyes Lenny Valentino reside John Judnich in the bathroom reading the law Kitty in the hall with your mother The girls are sick and tired of your blah blah blah Some beat-kid said there's no other and that's Lenny Valentino reside |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
I'm a rich man's toy
Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games I'm a rich man's toy You're a son of a gun and I'm easily led Coming up sometimes for air I'm a rich man's toy Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games A toy - when you die they'll burn your bones But they'll never destroy your remains You must be the king of the world I'm a rich man's toy The duchess envoy said when I was a kid You'd smack me around on a whim I'm a rich man's toy Your boyfriend moved all my things in the hall - Didn't know you were sleeping with him I'm a rich man's toy With powder and make-up D'you think that I scrub up well? Watching you wake up Who's right who's not Who's gonna get it now that I'm a rich man's toy What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me Read us the riot act Or read your cues Powder and make-up Watching you wake up Do you think that I scrub up well Who's right who's not Who owes who what Who's gonna get it now... I'm a rich man's toy |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Want a girl to hold my hand
When the plane lands When the cracks appear in the plan And the rocks turn into sand Better call my new French girlfiend Make a call international All around the world Money fame liberate and free Alain, Rene, Vanessa and me Ahh... Better call my new French Girlfriend That's The price Of success Want a girl to hold my hand When the plane lands |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Some of the clothes you stole
From your lovers home Make you glow in the dark - Make you light up The room on your own Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now Put it all in a trust fund She can´t touch ´till she´s twenty one Amazing the cruel hand of fate A tax loss against the state You had to move three times this year I´d rather be any where but there The champagne highs and the giddy Lights - are paradise House guest is here Can´t believe that the vanishing point appeared Can hardly believe - people live in houses behind trees Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the upper classes now That cunt´s really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You can´t get so far whit a pershing wit But the money´s in trust - isn´t it? What treasures can you hold and name You don´t have the right face The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of your friends,from your other life Just don´t belong They´re crude and they´re plain It´s not their fault It´s the world they´re from (and) you can´t come here no more Unless you use the tradesmans door There´s nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She can´t touch ´till she´s twenty one The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of the clothes you stole From your lovers home Are better than the clothes We stole from the Shops in our own I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
She's going downtown
but she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialise She's going downtown Cos she's a poet And the Chinese bakery's open all night Toulouse Lautrec called up today Said it's Rock n Roll anyway Excuse me while It's tearing off your head Epiphany just went to ground The three men just can't be found The underground just shook its weary head She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... Got a roller coaster in my head You press the button - It'll eject Your present is just somebodys past Don't blink, pinch me twice Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike I don't think this relationship will last She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... And the Chinese bakery's open all night |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Two sisters sighed
Sais we might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me Dis you come down in the shower Their mother cried Her religion was faultless Thought obeyed She remained unaware of this And the horse guard... What am I to do For a sister like you Two sisters cried For their missing brother Who was found cold but alive No longer their lover |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows And all the fitting and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fitting and fixtures And a house with bay windows And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said "I've no prescription" For compromised solution And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Ten years Caught in a trap by my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying For years I lived in a flat without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny I'm writing in memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get it on cable |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Bruises from your head to your toe
There are marks all over you There's no place for you to hide Since they painted you black and blue Blue's the colour I made your eyes Charcoat the hair If I fall down Don't be surprised This surveillance was unprepared I'm watching over You every move Life classes life model Life lesson due Show me where to disrobe dear Where It's out of view Say something good or shut your mouth This surveillance is overdue I'm watching over You every move Life classes life model Life lesson due And there's no way to hold your head So hold your head that low And there's no way to hold your head So those things just don't show Now It's a Cowboy Carrying a gun Life classes / Life model Life lesson begun |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits Travelled car From bell-hop to hired car All this and more Modern History On the third floor So is this where he died Spend your life cutting words up With a knife I light a candle for each night You wate away your life Modern history On the third floor Well they're never gonna forget us We're the most famous People that they know Went to a party I didn't say a word You don't know how lucky you were You don't know how lucky you are So we set fire to your room And we bandaged up your hands and arms - now Where's your beauty gone Modern history On the third floor |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons act You know your daughter cant be found Do you want something to eat? Who'd look good in Captoe's hat Are you trying to poison me Who siad that I could ever act Daughter of a child... |
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from The Auteurs - The Auteurs Vs M-Ziq (2003)
You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons act You know your daughter cant be found Do you want something to eat? Who'd look good in Captoe's hat Are you trying to poison me Who siad that I could ever act Daughter of a child... |
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from The Auteurs - The Auteurs Vs M-Ziq (2003)
She's going downtown
but she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialise She's going downtown Cos she's a poet And the Chinese bakery's open all night Toulouse Lautrec called up today Said it's Rock n Roll anyway Excuse me while It's tearing off your head Epiphany just went to ground The three men just can't be found The underground just shook its weary head She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... Got a roller coaster in my head You press the button - It'll eject Your present is just somebodys past Don't blink, pinch me twice Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike I don't think this relationship will last She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... And the Chinese bakery's open all night |
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from The Auteurs - The Auteurs Vs M-Ziq (2003)
We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows And all the fitting and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fitting and fixtures And a house with bay windows And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said "I've no prescription" For compromised solution And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Ten years Caught in a trap by my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying For years I lived in a flat without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny I'm writing in memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get it on cable |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
When you cut your lover's slack
you'll get a f**king monster back information indiscreet- it's just an acrobatic trick disintergrates at 2000 feet vanishes into mercury light aircraft on fire tombestone queen victoria was an ex wing-walker everybody ignored her everybody implored her to- vainsh in to the radio disappear in the waveband slow light aircraft on fire disintergrate at 2000 feet disappear into mercury there's a dark premonition an accident will happen theres a pre-science preacher in the cabin everybody eat your dust everybody love your dust lifgt aircraft on fire |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
when i first saw the child brides
two bridegroom boys at their side genevieve in union with -holy communion marriane the younger wife and the child brides went down to the water neptune calls out to his daughters throw yourself at the tide i'll see you on the other side in a loveless marriage - when i was fourteen all brained knees and black knees then you come round here with your fancy talk and your big ideas what have you done with your wives chorus bride of christ, bride of jesus bride of the fish when you're fathoms down and the uncles and the brothers with their Sunday suits on search the villages and towns but the child brides etc |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
In a absement flat lying undercover
in a head full of height were a couple of lovers I'll buy you san-energy I'll buy you a beer hotfoot it downtown if you move I'll shoot land lovers- terrified of the land they are loved by the land lay unlimited/they are are limited by the land they are shunned by the land I believe that some of the brothers have been mixing it with land lovers well I heard your old man was a radio ham picking up signals from unoccupied lands government intelligence isn't what it was put a bullet in his brain when he picked up a doodle bug medicine men, went undercover, espionage viva, land lovers parasite to the state uber alles, uber hate bad moon, bad moon, leave the body in state and they cut off your arms and they cut off your legs and they made you a target for american bombers |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
new brat in town
new brat in town who's been found counting aloud- when there's a new brat in town your precious things your precious dear and a chat show host went and cut the throat of an off-shore engineer hey hey! yeah yeah! assumed a crucifix hey hey! yeah yeah! you are the promper one I'll give you half an hour, make a phone call pack a suitcase, break your fingers shut the door and don't be late I give you half an hour new brat in town - got the bully boys out and twenty pound of hate she's an acrobatic kid high-flyer as a child been eaten alive - time after time you're doing fine |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
well they sent back all the bodies
who were looking really hopeless well it didn't seem that callous till they stopped you in your flow she's surrounded by her wardens and they're looking really nervous all about the man from reuters here to nullify your glow everything you say will destroy you - anyway everything you say will come haunt you round each corner everything you say will destroy you well you may think that you're buddha lying on a mound of ashes you were mentioned in the postscript of dispatches anyway and the majors really nervous when he's walking round the airport you know your master's card is marked your upstart charge is cool and smart your unwanted suitor leaves his things around your home he's marking out his territory he's pissing on your ansaphone well you may think that you're buddha lying on a mound of ashes you were mentioned in dispatches in the postscript anyway |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
People 'round here
don't like to talk about it Presumed dead Unsolved Child Murder Since they dragged the lake you know they sealed our fate cordoned off some wood and gave a photo to a psychic Presumed Dead Unsolved Child Murder If I die before my parents die If I die before my parents die more hate mail through the door didn't know that sundays could be useful after all people can be cruel and spineless hung around your house waiting for your mother rachel says she's married to a doctor presumed dead unsolved child murder If I die before my parents die If I die before my parents die better move on - with the good stuff better move on - right away sod this town and people's pity let's get on with the nitty gritty presumed dead - unsolved child murder I believe in ESP when you're dealing with a master thief headlines scream "he's been missing 2 weeks" Rachel said when we find we can cure him we can make him better raise him from the dead unsolved child murder raise him from the dead unsolved child murder |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
sack the maid - put her in chains until
she say's that it's painless and I couldn't care less twenty years married to a lazy lover twenty years mixing alcohol and downers sack the maid for dealing in state propoganda sack the state what would your common lover do beat the daylights out of you? it's a national threat married to a lazy lover against the west married to a lazy lover i could teach him how to drink but he just threw up in the sink the man from the ministy didn't have to say that your lover's on the shelf would he bite the bit or split my lip? anyway this marraige is annulled |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
happy birthday buddha
happy hunting, happy hiding, happy new year i hope you get yourself together i hope your absence is made clear i first learned, their was a value in a little subterfuge from some old peeping tom or another woman's refuge came in contact with a svengali he was housebound and unwell choked on a whale bone in a cantonese restaurant his nervous system had broken down 9 singing buddhas |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
taking out the garbage at the columbia hotel
nobody got a ticket out of cripple town better call suspension - bakelite and dial we'll take the f**king building out - baader meinhof style every day, every hour, every minute every dawn to sundown everybody's gonna get it - in tombstone every day, every hour, we're related for the rest of the year everybody's gonna get it tombstone is here like to thank my mother for inventing rock and roll i'd be lost without it, i would not be whole honeymoon is over - waiting fr the cops sitting shit faced in dan's car thinking 'bout who we're not tombstone, tombstone got a gun we've got all the women and children all tied up for fun got to see a doctor, i need to turn my bones to milk nobody ever found the gold upon the hill and i wanted glamour not tragic rock n roll and i want a lover, who'll nail me to the wall everybody etc. |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
you may be wary of fallen stars
they're always poking around in the dark the ariel view of a dying man screaming out can you help me invisible man you must be wary of ghosts in the dark they know all your history they know all your past all of the angels are doing their bit clearing the house of your animal shit fear of flying is eating you whole i have no fear of dying at all it's absurd that a silver bird should have a fear of flying at all you may be wary of who you short change keeping the short-con well within range the ariel view of an idiot bird screaming out can you help me but nobody heard you may be wary of ghosts of the past sexless and incorrigible in the dark they're making an ariel map of abuse all of the a-roads leading to home |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
their legend lay in tatters
from perth to john o'groats the dead sea navigators should've been buried at birth and of course i loved them dearly and i miss them now they're gone the dea sea navigators wished they'd had a son even in their heyday no-one like them anyway committed boozers 3 a.m. shivers this one goes out to those not with us john the barman and mickey green this one goes out to all the drinkers at the red lion and our friends, though they are few angel, johnny, pain, keith charity this one's for you and what's left of your nerve will get you through from brighton down to eastbourne sea sick sailors getting tough but the dead sea navigators were made of stouter stuff golden years, golden years no-one like them 'cept for us season's ending , all night porters thy honour defending with last orders all the sunbathers staring at the sun this one goes out to the invisible children - as yet unborn and our friends though they are few overcoat boys with more brains than brawn this one's for you and all that sail in the deas sea navigators this one's for you |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
esme could you shut the door
and put the oil lamp on the floor i feel it coming on again just like it did on saturday voices after murder park in the damp in the dark maybe we should call the law maybe we should call the child's parents i'll love you until the end hi, hello, what have you seen? god, it's good to hear your voice again did you miss your brother darling i will always love you lying, in a shallow grave there's a church nearby and a railway on a bed of mud and wire esme find out where the child is buried marry the first born bury the stillborn i love you and i always will we are lying here waiting to be buried we are lying here and you're losing contact with the dead please don't ask about the future i am not a fortune teller i know you're just being civil but don't make this trivial uncles i have never seen only in my own dead dream on a bed of mud and wire esme find out where the child is buried i'll love you until the end |
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from The Auteurs - The Rubettes (1999)
Hang up your jeans, put out your school clothes
Tune in for the top ten Monday morning's hours away Say goodbye to the weekend Slip between the sheets With my brand new friend Doo wah - sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a manic episode Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah - where did the sad songs go? (Sugar baby love) They've faded far too low inside my radio Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Hells angels on TV And youy biker '73 Sew on patch - cycle chains, Iron cross on your C&A's Can't get in the disco Can't dance anyway Doo wah - sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a manic episode Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah - where did the sad songs go? (Sugar baby love) The future's made of coal, the past is made of gold Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Na na na na na na na na na Na na na na no no no no-ah Come on baby do the jukebox jive Rock and roll will never die Can't dance, you look like a freak But at least you're still alive You developed late Weren't the nineties great? Doo wah - sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a manic episode Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah - where did the sad songs go? (Sugar baby love) They've faded far too low inside my radio Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah |
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Trackback from :: Angst essen Seele auf :: 2009-05-25 19:12:17
Subject : Auteurs - New wave
