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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
it'll take you to the top
and out to the edge shoot up needles through your blood lay ice under your sledge shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline, adrenaline shift, crank, adrenaline it'll put you through your paces kickstart your heart push you to the limit make the finish just the start shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline it'll save the life of a junkie closing on death counteract the poison give him back his breath shift, shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline a-a-a-drenaline, woah-ohhhh a-a-a-drenaline, a-a-a-adrenaline pushing flesh and marrow kicking bone and blood boosting up the cell count as the burning (?) is flood adrenaline, adrenaline shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull a-a-a-drenaline, shift, crank a-a-a-drenaline, pull a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
My heart
Is a black stone A streaking mirror Of unseen creatures He had a milkness From the universe 18 thousand feet A black stone heart My heart Is a black stone A moon glab?? night Come with my darkness I come With this darkness And go away white Go away white Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Velocity endless Ohhhhhhhh Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Invisible toooooooo Ohoh ohohohoh Ohoh Ohohohohoh Hey Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Velocity endless Ohhhhhhhh Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Invisible toooooooo When my black is back And sea out of sight I go there With my darkness And go away white And my black is back And my sea out of sight I go there With my darkness And go away white Go away white Go away white Go away white |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
To the great indian in the sky
Our father resides in no sky So this a form of patricide In which the children also die The Endless Summer of The Damned Shed no tear for mother earth Our mother but not ever bereft In this season's manufacture How long do we have here or not The Endless Summer of The Damned Now the ultra violet's violent |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
21st century boy
No fall out boy No hallucination Generation Just International Bulletproof Talent Groove riders Join the underground Groove riders With the underground Just International Bulletproof Talent Free the bass man With industrial strength twelve thumpers The culture of prolific head Communication with spirit man Communication with the spirit man Just International Bulletproof Talent |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
We put the clocks forward
We put the clocks back The mirror is never fooled It remains slow moving liquid cool As we speed headlong into the berzah Jinn stone of indians Narkik and faded stars The temperature is cold as clay Ash on birthday cake a wine blushing bride Stupefied our bad side's in decay Stupefied our bad side's in decay |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
you're entering a pearl corridor
ending on your crimson spot i become unconscious, saved and just pursuing spirograph with the zahra universes hung in middle space that i promise to be you but was no such thing i was saved, saved, saved ooh, ooh the world does not lie the place of paradise the people, the people lie the people lie one with your body you are walking peace what if things do not part what if things do not part part, ooh, ooh saved, saved you're entering a pearl corridor lying on your crimson spot i become unconscious saved, saved, saved, saved, saved.... |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
The moon sheds light
when all is dark the dog's reaction is to bark. Is that the moon's fault? Tell me true Tis the dog's nature So to do. The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog's a vapour Belched by earth The dog's a vapour Belched by earth. There's something in you. Tis the dog's nature So to do The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog's a vapour There's something in you The dog's a vapour The dog's a vapour Belched by earth The dog's in you |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
There outta be
Something better A better singer A better actor Better job Better money Better get her Better lover Better not Too much luck Too much conceit Give me one religion It's too much Too much Passing information Too much selfish Too much fake Too much computer Too much to take It's too much Too much effort Too much, kid Too much control Control It's too much Bet you want to Be something better A better singer A better actor Better job Better money Better got her Better love her Better not Ready? A better human It's too much It's too much Oh, yeah |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
Undone you say
As if a sorry thing If there was an undoing Of you to be What cause to bring An opening heart A craven soulless ring A valencian bell No passing of the lote tree Undone and away with you You long road wither flaunt Your pearls bouncing plasticine A knowledge ever to haunt No passing of the lote tree |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
Vagrant held my master's secret art
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid peeling soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain, Limbs in cramps contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead Undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Bela's undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Oh Bela Undead |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
We tried to fly
Is it so high We don't think so We don't think so Are we looked at Are we set back? Can we fake him Emulate him? Time is breaking Changing faking Grind us up now Not too hard now Features so fine Rouge and eyeline Things I fancy Just like Nancy Fashions alter Often falter Crepe soles out now No more fights now Make-up's taking Lots of shaving On my eyelash Be sure it don't clash Slim-line trousers Facial powders flooding my mind Be sure there's no lines Eye me up now pamper me now Please don't pass by Or I shall cry |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near Let's be near the atmosphere |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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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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 |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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) |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Madness in the wind's got something to say
It ripped you apart It will always be that way It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos Will cut to pieces The film you saw today It's your big bad secret Your crown of thorns |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks The graveyard scene The golden years She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads under silent wigs Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights (headlights?) and power (powder?) It's patently obvious She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Hot lines under a rain of drum Cigarette props in action Dialogue dub, now here's the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties It's in the can |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Her gaze hit the side of mine
So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's the difference' Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light 'What's the difference' Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) Shivering under lamposts Shivering under glass Your standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last 'What's the difference' Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones 'What's the difference' So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head 'I am your slice of life' |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cats eyes It's sick function to pry The spy in the cab Coldly observing- callously reserving A drivers time Automated autonomy Playing on his mind The spy in the cab The spy in the cab An eye for an eye A spy for an eye An eye for an eye A spy for a spy A twenty-four hour unblinking watch Installed to pry Installed to cop The spy in the cab The spy in the cab The spy in the cab I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
(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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
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 Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid peeling soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain, Limbs in cramps contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near Let's be near the atmosphere |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight I say whose on the rare tonight Lurking lipstick tickle fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, PAR AVION Certificate X tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight Sew my sock tonight - tonight She insists on tying down After the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar She preys in dockland He asks to see her hidden side She, the color of his money Honeymoon croon tonight Marylin fading fast better get straight The catch from the sidewalk is in a state The sound of footstep - mummy's here I'll be a good boy I'll never fear Better fix her drink tonight bed time's come Must blot out this urge to use my gun |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Your mornings will be brighter
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean |
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Move his way
Nice and Slow Paint it all black Let the humorous glow He feels like sacher-masoch And the fire below Is licking at his lips Cracks the whip Come on crack Crack the whip Swallowing flames Sinking in the snow He enjoys feeling pain He enjoys peeling slow Lagartija Nick It's no dumb show Your name's on his whip Crack the whip Come on crack A code of play A nocturn rite In the cruel garden of dark delights Sixteen cages crawl in line Desire is a heady wine Come on crack Crack All in pain It's no dumb show Fire below Is licking at his lips Swallowing flame Crack |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Her gaze hit the side of mine
So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's the difference' Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light 'What's the difference' Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) Shivering under lamposts Shivering under glass Your standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last 'What's the difference' Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones 'What's the difference' So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head 'I am your slice of life' |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes screaming You try to pin him to the wall You end up on the ceiling Locked in a dome The shadows flicker by He's the madcap pusher Delerium the drug he's dealing He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness He's the sniper in the hills Hiding the holes in your head He's the poison in your poison The razor in your head Hanging on a picture Eyelid needle and thread You empty yourself once again But he's always one step ahead He whispers in your ear was it nothing that you said He's walking in your sleep now He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The sanity assassin Stays up all night stalking The sanity assassin Picks off victims like flies The sanity assassin Let his fingers do the walking The sanity assassin The crack shot between your eyes He's got you in his sights He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The razor in your head He's the poison in your poison Drops a capsule in your drink (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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 |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
(feldman/goldstein/gottehrer)
Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head I work like a dog on the job every day Trying to earn some money so I can go and play In the night time I said night time It's the night time Oh that's the right time I want to be with you in the night time I come home from work now I'm tired and I'm beat Trying to make some supper but I can't have any heat I jump in the shower wash the world off my back I'm going to get my baby that's a natural fact In the night time I said night time It's the night time Oh that's the right time I want to be with you in the night time Move a little closer let me whisper in your ear Just turn your radio up and you'll hear what I'm saying Half a million people with nothing to say Running round in circles they're just living their days Stick with me baby, I'll show you how to fly We'll make some real music, watch the world go by In the night time I said night time It's the night time Oh that's the right time I want to be with you in the night time |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
(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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk From my last cold-turkey attack I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door Instrument of release by my side The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon The can or sterno red I wait And I wait Spread-eagled Half dead Waiting for my man (x8) I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall For the black man's stacatto knock knocking I wait he doesn't show I wait he doesn't show I wait he doesn't show Get this monkey off my back Get this monkey off my back Get this monkey off my back Get this monkey off my back Off my back Off my back Off my back |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
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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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cats eyes It's sick function to pry The spy in the cab Coldly observing- callously reserving A drivers time Automated autonomy Playing on his mind The spy in the cab The spy in the cab An eye for an eye A spy for an eye An eye for an eye A spy for a spy A twenty-four hour unblinking watch Installed to pry Installed to cop The spy in the cab The spy in the cab The spy in the cab I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers Because the wind makes a mockery of men Your soul becomes a fish You swim in idle waters And drink other fishes piss Your soul feeds on fish On piss, puss and men Who in turn, become as you have become A fish No, not even that, but a symbol of fish Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots A ripple of life in tin This tin could become your world too So choose between this and water Choose between tin and piss Do you still feel thirsty now Are you thirsty now Are you thirsty now Do you still feel Thirsty Thirsty now |
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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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Supernatural S6..
deraze Play With Fire (Original Single Mono Ver.) The Rollin.. Smiling Faces Sometimes The Undisp.. Me And Mrs. Jones Billy Paul 곡 126 | 담기 4 | 추천 1 |
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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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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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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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Ancient earthwork, 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 That 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 sound and wild voices ignored In luck, disaster, the one reward Violated sanctity of supermen's hills So sad (hollow hills) Love lies there still (hollow hills) So sad (hollow hills) So sad (hollow hills) Hollow hills (hollow hills) Hollow hills (hollow hills) Hollow hills Hollow hills Witches too, and goblin's too, too And speckled sills Lament, repent Oh mortal you (oh mortal you) So sad (hollow hills), so sad So sad, so sad... |
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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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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 |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
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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