Bauhaus

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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