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from Marc Almond - Enchanted (2002)
A lover spurned
A lesson learned On love you've got Your fingers burnt Shed bitter tears Now love has turned The sweet revenge Of a lover spurned A passing phase A week of love But all at once You had enough It pales so soon Waned with the moon No deep concern For a lover spurned She'll destroy you with her little games See you swallow all the blame Make you pay in many ways For the pleasure of watching you squirm She'll tell her friends to treat you rough That you just weren't good enough Make the going really tough For the pleasure of watching you burn in hell And every day More guilt to pay A lesson learned From a lover spurned It was all so cosy for you You had a wife, two children And a beautiful house And me, well you wanted me When it suited your needs And now, now I have nothing Just a handful of faded photographs Nothing but a cold empty heart But I'm not easily forgotten I'll appear when you least expect To make you pay You asked for it that way She'll come to get you with a knife Write poison letters to your wife Totally destroy your life For the pleasure of watching you squirm She'll make a fool of you at work Drag your name through the dirt Make sure that it really hurts For the pleasure of watching you burn in hell Repeat first verse The sweet revenge Of a lover spurned |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
There are many who have laid with me
Then got up and walked away from me And played around with me like I was a game Every night was a one night fling When I'd given them everything They never even asked me for my name God they never even asked me for my name Now I've found real love Make no mistake about it Now that I feel love I just can't live without it So if you love me The way I love you Why can't we spend our lives as one My reputation was all over town As a woman who was passed around I knew every wrong way to go Seen every room with a bed inside it And every habit I've tried, I tried it But from now on I say hell no No but from now on I say hell no Now I've found real love Make no mistake about it Now that I feel love I just can't live without it So if you love me The way I love you Why can't we spend our lives as one Why can't we spend our lives as one |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough And I wake up And it's there like a freezing cloud Passing over the sun And I open my eyes I'm not moving White as a ghost And stiff as a gun And I wake up my senses And I push all the stars from my head Is this what it's like to be dead And my heartbeat races onward to the other side of the city Where you await for me to feed my addiction to you my love I just can't get enough I'm a lover, unrequited There's a desperate look in my eyes And I come with the night like a panther With a longing for you in my sight And I'm burning a candle at the window Hoping you'll be drawn into the light And my heartbeat races onward to the other side of the city Where you await for me to feed my addiction to you my love I'm addicted to you, I've got to have a little of your love I just can't get enough Getting hungry, feeling lovesick Shivering cold with the longing for love I'm above, like an eagle, flying low But I know where to go I've the soul of a dove Love's a need that consumes me gets into me And of you I just can't get enough And my heartbeat, races onward to the other side of the city Where you await for me to feed my addiction to you my love I can't get enough |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I'm all out of love
Have I given too much I'm all out of love Because there's never enough I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love Drawing up all my years I'm trying to feel something Calling on my lost tears Just trying to feel Summoning all my passion Some place I've long forgotten My anxieties magnify Doctor can you tell me why? I'm all out of love There's never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love So many doubts So many fears All those demons that rise With the years Love came calling But the cupboard was bare I try to find my heart But it wasn't there Am I a spent force? Used up? Washed up? Left out to dry? Is it the same for everybody Doctor can you tell me why? I'm all out of love There's never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love When regret comes to call It's a fear that visits us all Any love that's left is mine To keep me warm For what's left of my time As the final act approaches If I could I'd sit and cry But I'm drained of all emotion Doctor can you tell me why? I'm all out of love There's never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love I'm all out of love I've given too much I'm all out of love Never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love All out of love There is nothing left I'm all out of love I'm all out of love I'm all out of love |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
We find love, you and I
It's a new game to play Then we tell our first lie And see a love go away And we find We're alone We rush on, you and I We don't need love at all We need thrills, we need speed And we stumble and fall And we find We're alone We're loyal, you and I To flowers that are dead We forget how to cry And save photos instead And we find We're alone We hear guns, you and I And we ask what is that Then we open The Times We're informed where it's at And we find We're alone We're moral you and I We stand for what's right We slaughter our evil bygones And in life We find we're alone We're lucky, you and I We're alive and secure But in the bank and the church We can never be sure And we find We're alone We've made it, you and I We have glory and fame But we never know why We feel so ashamed And we find We're alone We've power, you and I But what good is that now? We'd build a new world If we only knew how And we find We're alone We are old you and I We beg warmth from the sun In the dreams that we dream We ask, "What have we done?" And we find We're alone |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Baby doll is on her trapeze
Wearing the smile that she never sees Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease She's thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Baby doll, baby doll Baby doll, baby doll Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes She stared at by a man that would do her harm She needs to earn the money that will feed his arm He promised you security, safe and warm He promised you security, safe and warm They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Baby doll I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold And as for the future when you grow old Baby doll, baby doll They'll never know the hurt you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes Just a touch of glitter and a lot of gold Pick on a failure, make his knees go weak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide Mouth open, eyes wide Baby doll He'll wipe a line of dribble running from his mouth You make your wages later when you're back at his house You try to hide the mirror 'cause it's never kind You kickstart the heart that's so hard to find You try to save your beauty and to draw the line You bite your lip when you find it [Incomprehensible] Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Baby doll is on her trapeze
Wearing the smile that she never sees Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease She's thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Baby doll, baby doll Baby doll, baby doll Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes She stared at by a man that would do her harm She needs to earn the money that will feed his arm He promised you security, safe and warm He promised you security, safe and warm They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Baby doll I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold And as for the future when you grow old Baby doll, baby doll They'll never know the hurt you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes Just a touch of glitter and a lot of gold Pick on a failure, make his knees go weak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide Mouth open, eyes wide Baby doll He'll wipe a line of dribble running from his mouth You make your wages later when you're back at his house You try to hide the mirror 'cause it's never kind You kickstart the heart that's so hard to find You try to save your beauty and to draw the line You bite your lip when you find it [Incomprehensible] Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Don't shut your eyes
When they're lighting up the skies I just want to see them shine And I cannot take my mind off you Halo of fire In my heart there is a choir And it's singing of desire And I'm watching everything you do Hey! Let's make a love impact With hard hard kisses And a cruel attraction Let's watch our love implode We're two near misses On a dangerous road We've gotta go slow You've an acetone smile And you curl it in style Baby night eyes Stone, stoned look You're a mystery book Baby night eyes Troubled and shined I've a diamond in mind Baby night eyes You're a scorpion sting A little dragon with wings Baby night eyes Don't shut your mind Because if you do you'll find I'll be standing right behind And I won't be very kind To you No For a rainbow of gold I'll be standing in the cold I'll be waiting to be told 'Cause I've gone and sold my love to you Yes I have Hey! Let's make a love impact With hard hard kisses And a cruel attraction It's all gone hazy, love's gone crazy It's all gone crazy, love's gone crazy It's love, it's love gone crazy... |
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from Marc Almond - Stardom Raod (2007)
[Gene Pitney cover]
A thousand hands applaud tonight I sing my songs my star shines bright I stop and smile, I take by bow I leave the stage and then somehow Backstage I'm lonely Backstage I cry You've gone away and each night I seem to die a little Out on that stage I play the star I'm famous now I've come so far A famous fool I let love go I didn't know I'd miss you so Backstage I'm lonely Backstage I cry Hating myself since I let you say goodbye Every night a different girl Every night a different club And yet I'm lonely all the time When I sign my autograph When I hold an interview Can't get you out of my mind Come back my love Come back to me I need you now so desperately What good is fame it's just a game I'd give it all to be the same Backstage I wait now hoping I'll see Your smiling face waiting there backstage for me Your smiling face waiting there backstage for me Backstage, Backstage |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took Why play the game of place the pain When you end up feeling just the same Anyway Sleep comes so slowly now So hard to keep the eyelids down And you're hoping soon to drown the sound Of a voice you know that whispers in Your mind Oh, it was a sad, sad day The day you turned away And there was nothing in your eye You had told me once you found it impossible To cry I know you've been there and back I've been there too But it was never really deep in you To do those things you had to do And in your sleepy bedroom eyes I saw the signs And I lay awake all night In the cold Until the light burned my side And there was nothing There was nothing anymore And there was nothing Not a feeling As you glanced back from the door Move away to find another place That illustrates your point of view Surrounded by the little things That re-assure That reflect you Ooooo and there was nothing And there was nothing in my heart And there was nothing in my head The light in your eyes is changing all the time And I still have your smile Burned into my mind |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took Why play the game of place the pain When you end up feeling just the same Anyway Sleep comes so slowly now So hard to keep the eyelids down And you're hoping soon to drown the sound Of a voice you know that whispers in Your mind Oh, it was a sad, sad day The day you turned away And there was nothing in your eye You had told me once you found it impossible To cry I know you've been there and back I've been there too But it was never really deep in you To do those things you had to do And in your sleepy bedroom eyes I saw the signs And I lay awake all night In the cold Until the light burned my side And there was nothing There was nothing anymore And there was nothing Not a feeling As you glanced back from the door Move away to find another place That illustrates your point of view Surrounded by the little things That re-assure That reflect you Ooooo and there was nothing And there was nothing in my heart And there was nothing in my head The light in your eyes is changing all the time And I still have your smile Burned into my mind |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
Love
Is a beautiful brutal thing It sings at night like the wind It stings your heart like a whip It rocks your soul like a ship And love Is a beautiful brutal thing It can mean everything Or nothing at all Such a feeling can make you tall Or as small as a distant star It's the cushion to break your fall Love triumphs over all Love Is a beautiful brutal thing And it gives the sweetest of pain It wakes your spirit and then You feel like living again And rain Falls when you think the Sun Has just begun To shine above And love Is mysterious as it's old It's the secret you've never told It's the tears of sorrow and joy For that girl or that boy It makes you feel It makes you feel It makes you feel A beautiful brutal thing And love Is a beautiful brutal thing It can mean everything Or nothing at all Such a feeling could make you tall Or as small as a distant star It's the cushion to break your fall Love triumphs over all It makes you feel A beautiful brutal thing Love |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Look out from my window view I've really nothing else to do Read a book and write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me 2 I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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from Marc Almond - Stardom Raod (2007)
[Al Stewart cover]
The subway station's closed again Sleeps beneath its veil of rain My footprints broken trail behind Steals the nightlights from my mind The dark deserted streets then clear Today has lived and died in here So I leave the chapel gloom To find the shelter of my tiny room But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in The panneled patens (patterns?) on the door Chase shivering shadows to the floor Upon the pillow worn and thin The memories of hopes begin The carpet with its flowers and shredding Spires a foot before my bed The crack that won't return again Advancing through my broken window pane But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in The friends I've left back home all write With laughing words that warm my sight Saying "Tell us, how's the city life?" I reply and say just fine (why?) And so you see I can't go back Until I either win or crack I'm standing in a one way street The stage is set The story incomplete But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Now you're kissing other guys
And when you kiss you close your eyes Do you hold regrets or do you easily forget Can you be so quickly swayed Can tender words just fade away Can you blame me for feeling betrayed As one love dies a new begins Do you say the same to him If he knew the things I knew Would he say "I love you too" Soon you'll turn, for him too late Recrimination and heartache Would you blame him for feeling betrayed Betrayed Betrayed Put all your trust in someone who You believed was true to you That's how a broken heart is made Now I know your plan in mind To take from everyone you find Capture hearts with your cute smile Hypnotize and beguile Cruel love is the game you play Were you treated once this way The world dealt you a bad hand And you're gonna make it pay You were... Betrayed Betrayed Put all your trust in someone who You believed was true to you That's how your broken heart was made That's how your broken heart was made That's how my broken heart was made That's how my broken heart was made Betrayed Betrayed You betrayed me You betrayed me That's how my broken heart was made Another broken heart is made |
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from Marc Almond - The Stars We Are (2002)
A little bitter A little sweet That's how I like my life to be I'll take it neat Bitter sweet That's how I see the world I like the rain I like the dark I like mornings in the park The summer heat Bitter sweet That's how I see the world Chorus Oh lets go Let's go To paradise, Jack Paradise, Jack Let's go Let's go To paradise, Jack Paradise, Jack I got the sorrow I got the smile I got a box under the stars Shoes on my feet Bitter sweet That's how I see the world. I got the joke I got the twist I got a lazy afternoon I'm a man over the moon Man of the world Repeat chorus Chain me to a tree Watch me I'll set myself free Escape from situations Houdini would be proud of me I'll lie around like Byron And write verses to the moon I'm the crime and I'm the siren I'm a fighter in the ring of life I've got the medals I've got the scars I've got a pocket full of hope I got the beat Bitter sweet That's how I see the world And the moon is in my head The moon is in my head The moon is in my head |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
That's the way you go
The city is so cold And i, I'm so sold That's why I go I can't help it Born to lose (x3) Baby I'm born to lose (x2) Nothing to do And nothing to say There's only one thing that I want It's the only way I can't hit it Born to lose (x3) Baby I'm born to lose (x2) Living in a jungle It ain't so hard Living in the city It'll eat out your heart I can't hit it Born to lose (x3) Baby I'm born to lose (x4) Yeah I can't hit it Born to lose (aternate last two lines and repeat to end) |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
I lost you in the great big city
You gave me your number But fate, she closed her eyes And the wind blew it away I know you're sometimes at a bar But I can't recall the name You could have called I'm sure you have a story And you're not to blame In time the tears will come And the memory of you will hurt inside I know life must go on And I won't see you again And life goes... Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh I'll cry tomorrow baby Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh But tonight I'm gonna dance Brilliant creatures We were brilliant creatures Bitterness is a pure feeling Makes me feel that life's worth living And when the pain becomes too much I'll turn and walk away Just standing in the rain I'll take the romance of the night I'm not gonna waste my time I've got a life to live And life goes... Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh I'll cry tomorrow baby Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh But tonight I'm gonna dance Am I still in your heart Or do I shed my tears for nothing Do you think of me at all Tell me that it all means something I could wait for you to call But when tomorrow never seems to come I'll close my heart to you Promises, I've heard them all before Outside the snow is falling In my heart a voice is calling Time to end the story Turn and walk away Remember that we were brilliant creatures Flaming creatures For a fleeting moment in a dream And life goes on |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
No no, no no no no
You're never never never going to let me go You say I'm your possession You say I'm your toy You're gonna teach me a lesson That I won't enjoy I need to break free You suffocate me I'm in pain I want to break out I've got to escape these chains You want all my love So I've got none to spare You drain all my resources And you leave my heart bare I'm eternally yours I'm forever engaged I'm caged In a prison of love I'm a tiger enraged I'm caged Let me out No no, no no no no You're never never never gonna let me go You smother my will To make me behave I'm drugged on your love To make me your slave You love with a passion But I'm swallowed by your desire Your love is so hot But I don't want to burn in the fire You've got me tied in a tender rage Like a captive dancer in a gilded cage You feed me love on a silver spoon With a leather glove by the light of the moon For your pleasure For your show You're never never never gonna let me go No no, no no no no You're never never never gonna let me go You think that I'll stray So you'll never trust me You tempt me each day But I'll never be free I'm eternally yours I'm forever engaged I'm caged In a prison of love I'm a tiger enraged I'm caged Let me out, I'm caged |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I want to see you crawl
As I drive by in my big black car With police outriders And a hundred guards Looking drop dead gorgeous Dressed up to the nines In the skins of several species In decline As I set fire to your houses And your cars I'll be dancing like a dervish In the sparks Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome I'll display you in my game show On TV Called 'Humiliation And Hypocrisy' Throw an orgy for the dissolute And the damned Every kind of deviation On demand So worship me And fall down on your knees Or I'll unleash another Chemical disease Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome Have I become just a little deranged? While you're crawling on your hands and knees Like slaves Am I still desirable? You're ever so destructible Do you think this party's ever going to end? Dance with me While our city is burning Won't you dance with me While our empire is falling Like Nero let's make music to the Fires of Rome It's my Caligula syndrome My Caligula syndrome |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
I want to see you crawl
As I drive by in my big black car With police outriders And a hundred guards Looking drop dead gorgeous Dressed up to the nines In the skins of several species In decline As I set fire to your houses And your cars I'll be dancing like a dervish In the sparks Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome I'll display you in my game show On TV Called 'Humiliation And Hypocrisy' Throw an orgy for the dissolute And the damned Every kind of deviation On demand So worship me And fall down on your knees Or I'll unleash another Chemical disease Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome Have I become just a little deranged? While you're crawling on your hands and knees Like slaves Am I still desirable? You're ever so destructible Do you think this party's ever going to end? Dance with me While our city is burning Won't you dance with me While our empire is falling Like Nero let's make music to the Fires of Rome It's my Caligula syndrome My Caligula syndrome |
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from Marc Almond - Enchanted (2002)
Desire...Love...Mystery...Magic Just close your eyes Imagine you're in a place Where you can taste all you crave In life's masquerade Come hold my hand And all your wishes come true Burlesque and blue The carnival's calling to you Your peace of mind Will come in time You'll understand all you'll see Though it all seems Like one of your dreams It's a reality Chorus We're drunk on life We're drunk on life Desire, love, mystery and magic Desire...Love...Mystery...Magic Just close youe eyes You'll find yourself in a place Your heart will race No time for sorrow or tears Riding a horse On a merry-go-round Colour and sound Sorround you to brighten the years Janvier, fevrier, mars avril, mai Make way for June and July August, September, October to wave Novembre, decembre goodbye Repeat chorus twice Desire...Love...Mystery...Magic Desire...Love...Mystery...Magic Eros awake Our hearts to take Ready to break every law I find I'm no longer Chasing my youth The truth is that I'm chasing yours Repeat chorus twice And magic... |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
A winter morning sun in New York
Champagne wakes and checks the time It's hard to keep a cup of coffee down When there's so much on your mind Kicks a cockroach 'cross the bedroom floor Checks the mirror grabs some clothes Waits for the aching to subside Where to find it no-one knows And they say you're doing fine They're just playing with your mind And they never even know your name But they all want you to shine To glitter all the time They all want a little taste of Champagne Takes the subway early afternoon Downtown to Eighth Avenue To the Show Palace Theatre Where Champagne bares all In a low rent nude revue In the darkness shadow people Stare at Champagne glassy eyed Takes the tips and imitates a smile Waits for the aching to subside And they say you're doing fine They're just playing with your mind And they never even know your name But they all want you to shine To glitter all the time They all want a little taste of Champagne Later in a room On a little glass pipe Sweet dreams to help him Forget his life He leans on the wall Rolls back his eyes And says to all the aching Goodbye |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Lost little child star
You stand on the stage Your head in your hands While you cry You feel so afraid That your beauty will fade Into the indigo sky Glamorous, beautiful, tragic and doomed Always someone new close behind All those tears, or just nails Which harden your heart What will I find when I look in your eyes? I'll find that beauty is all in your mind We grow and we bloom Our glow fills the room And we spend our short times In the sun But like the leaves in autumn We fall to the ground Spent...too young I'm lost like you're lost I'm in need of your shine I'm unsure of the world just like you Child star, oh child star Look inside your heart For beauty, oh beauty is you Oh beauty, oh beauty Is you |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Chips on my shoulder
More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Come in sweet assassin
How will I ever know you love me Unless you hurt me Lay your head down on the pillow Take off your dancing shoes And rest your gypsy feet Come in sweet assassin You've got everything to steal And nothing to lose Just call in When you're passing I've forgotten how it feels Not to trust someone Come in sweet assassin And do just what you have to do Make it quick, don't fool around Ignore all sombre warnings Not to succumb to love Leave my heart locked up forever more The rings upon your fingers Boast of what you took from others What you're gonna take from me The taint of perfume lingers On the clothes of those that Fell into your arms, you charm And move in for the kill |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
These darker times
Where do we go from here? Living for trivial information It's a hopeless situation Blinded by lies False Gods and fake religions Ulterior motives and bad intentions Nobody knows what waits round the corner We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times These darker times Why has it come to this Urban decay and revolution Suicide is the only solution Am I being unrealistic To feel so nihilistic Don't judge the stage of my mind 'Cos brother we're two of a kind We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times Each night twisting Turning in my bed I'm trying to make sense of it all Is it all in my head? These darker times Who shall I talk to now Nothing going on in your eyes Only the darkness in your eyes It's a soulless situation It's a spiritual vacation Turn on the TV Pass the remote Turn off the light And abandon all hope We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here |
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from Marc Almond - Enchanted (2002)
On Monday I took a flower Dried it in my hand Covered it in poison And I threw it on the land On wasted ground it tried to root But chiked upon the sand Chorus And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On Tuesday I took a bird Such pain to hear it sing I blackened it with petrol And oiled its little wings I tainted the breeze As I threw it to the wind Repeat chorus On Wednesday I took a man He begged please help me die For he lay in pain and suffering It made his loved ones cry I can be terrible and gentle In the blinking of an eye Repeat chorus On Thursday I took a woman Heavy with a child My old friend Rape had paid a visit Had stayed a little while In a back street I touched her With a wire and a smile Repeat chorus On Friday I took a city Cursed it with a plague Powdered crystals, smoking pipes To crush and to enslave And a row of dirty needles Lines the route onto the grave Repeat chorus On Saturday I took a country Praying for the rain Parched throats and swollen lips Without a harvest grain And I wiped out generations And I'll do it all again Repeat chorus On Sunday I took the world A bomb I did employ Seven days to create life And one day to destroy Every woman every man Every girl and boy Repeat chorus Now as I close my diary And I've made my final date I blow away the ashes And I stoke the smoking grate I've no distinction between pain and joy No line twixt love and hate There's no room in my diary for you, my friend There's no room in my diary for you |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I'll do anything
Anything at all Just throw a little cash In my direction I'll sing anything From rock to music hall Just for a morsel of Your attention Maybe as a child I wasn't given All the love I needed Maybe I'm a sad Reflection of today I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate Desperate for love Any kind of love Or attention Don't have to tempt me You won't see me resisting See me in a magazine Or I'm not existing I'll parody myself Just don't leave me on the shelf Maybe I'm a symptom Of a bigger problem I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate Desperate for love Any kind of love Or attention I'm always available Without hesitation Opening an envelope? Just send an invitation I'll dance for you Pose for you Take off all my clothes for you Speak your words Sing your song I'm up for auction Going gone! I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate Desperate for love Any kind of love Or attention Any kind of love Or attention Any kind of love Or attention |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Today I awoke
With a scream in my throat The reminders of you On the sheets The print of a torso Is this far as I know That feverish hello Another night of too much sleep Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Some wasting complaint That was passed on by love Gods little avenger Smiles down from above And I'd rather eat bugs Than succumb to your love And a kiss on the mouth Is a mouth in the mud Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Watch this lowlife Just look at you Pouring out of your body Like sweat they say Reality breeds contempt Contempt Contempt Contempt Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire No heaven up there Oh nothing so nice Just the puff in my mouth Paralysed, paradise And I'd rather draw blood Than succumb to your love And I'd rather give it all up Than fall for your love Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Oh disease and desire Oh no way We'll meet again No way we'll meet again No way We'll meet again No way Oh disease and desire |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine Chorus: 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could cry Going down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Down in the subway I hide these tears of mine Down in the subway I'm gonna cry cry cry 'til the end of the line Cold hearted baby You're too mean to smile Every day is stormy Oh you're one evil child Chorus Red blooded baby Your too tough for me I don't mean maybe Oh why don't you let me be Chorus Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die Go down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die I'm all run over |
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from Marc Almond - Stardom Raod (2007)
[Bobby Darin cover]
Every night I hope and pray A dream lover will come my way A girl to hold in my arms And know the magic of her charms 'cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah) A girl (yeah-yeah yeah) To call (yeah-yeah yeah) My own (yeah-yeah) I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Dream lover, where are you With a love, oh, so true? And a hand that I can hold, To feel you near as I grow old? 'cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah) A girl (yeah-yeah yeah) To call (yeah-yeah yeah) My own (yeah-yeah) I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Someday, I don't know how, I hope she'll hear my plea Some way, I don't know how, She'll bring her love to me Dream lover, until then, I'll go to sleep and dream again That's the only thing to do, Till all my lover's dreams come true 'Cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah) A girl (yeah-yeah yeah) To call (yeah-yeah yeah) My own (yeah-yeah) I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Dream lover, until then, I'll go to sleep and dream again That's the only thing to do, Till all my lover's dreams come true 'cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah) A girl (yeah-yeah yeah) To call (yeah-yeah yeah) My own (yeah-yeah) I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone Please don't make me dream alone I beg you don't make me dream alone No, I don't wanna dream alone ( FADE ) |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Trying to please All these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The Moon) I see their faces Looking so empty saying I hope that they'll finish soon (So Soon) Could be a chat show (Yap Yap Yap) Could be a go go Reaction would be the same (The Same) So here I go Though why I don't know Trying to prove myself again Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've done it before And I've seen it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over again I try to give them all of my best And it's taking a turn for the worst (Oh No) Things going wrong Start to sing the wrong song I think that we must be cursed (You Betcha) Playing the wrong tune Hitting the wrong note This is where nerves become frayed It's falling apart Why did we ever start And do you think we'll be payed (No No) Build 'em up Knock 'em down I see a movement Down in the front row Maybe it's just a mistake Sue's smiling at me (Hello) But he's frowning at me (Goodbye) Which conclusion Do I take Fold all your arms And look straight ahead At this puppet on a string You're feeling confused But you've made a decision You don't like anything |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
She's a secretary in the daytime
A modern Venus On the eighth floor She's a secretary in the daytime A bright young thing With a promising career She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime A model beauty At the typewriter She's a secretary in the daytime A smile at the boss And she's doing fine She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime She's a secretary in the daytime |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
She's a secretary in the daytime
A modern Venus On the eighth floor She's a secretary in the daytime A bright young thing With a promising career She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime A model beauty At the typewriter She's a secretary in the daytime A smile at the boss And she's doing fine She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime She's a secretary in the daytime |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
He's in a world of his own
He's in a world of his own He'd like the time to play with his mind He'd like the time to go He sees the things that pass him by And the things that he never owned Everyone has and he has not So he lives in a world of his own He cries, he lies He's cool, he's kind He heads out on a Friday night, He gets drunk and he starts a fight And he loses his mind And he loses his sight Because times are hard And money is tight Because he has the pressure He has the blame Life never changes Forever the same He's in a world of his own He has a child but he doesn't know He wanted love, so he loved himself And he's at an all-time low He's in a world of his own He's in a hell of his own He watches the clock and watches the time Watches life slip by on the assembly line And the youth he's never known He cries, he lies He's cool, he's kind He heads out on a Friday night, He gets drunk and he starts a fight And he loses his mind And he loses his sight Because times are hard And money is tight Because he has the pressure He has the blame Life never changes Forever the same Forever the same Forever the same |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I have life Ordinary life I have car A favourite bar I have job A moderate wage I get the pains That come with age I am so ordinary I have child She goes wild I have home A mortgage of my own I have hobby But it's nothing very special I do the garden I watch girls I am so ordinary I have life I have cage I'm going bald I want to tell the world I've done nothing I've achieved nothing I work for a firm But I want to burn it down I am so ordinary Frustration I was born One day I'll die There was something in between I don't know what Or why I'm a man I want to break a rule I am a nobody Everybody's fool |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Fun City
I left my home With a pain in my heart Not a word of goodbye To the ones that I loved I'm taking a train Away from the rain To the lights and the smoke I've got to find my own way now Fun City To the London Experience Fun City To the London Experience Backward Forwards Wearing out the corners Fun City Here's my experience Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next Playland Scandal Pocket weighs you down Machine handle Goes down I lose all my money Trying to make a killing Can't even make my fare back home So this is Fun City Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I tried to make friends Tried to make amends I sunk so low That it's hard to climb out I've nowhere to live But I've so much to give I found the hard way What's life all about Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I'm all alone And I'm lost in this city Being paraded Feeling degraded I wanted love And I thought this was the way But I'm only young And I'm often this wrong Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I have no morals Have no innocence I'm quite straight Just playing for rent. |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Fun City
I left my home With a pain in my heart Not a word of goodbye To the ones that I loved I'm taking a train Away from the rain To the lights and the smoke I've got to find my own way now Fun City To the London Experience Fun City To the London Experience Backward Forwards Wearing out the corners Fun City Here's my experience Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next Playland Scandal Pocket weighs you down Machine handle Goes down I lose all my money Trying to make a killing Can't even make my fare back home So this is Fun City Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I tried to make friends Tried to make amends I sunk so low That it's hard to climb out I've nowhere to live But I've so much to give I found the hard way What's life all about Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I'm all alone And I'm lost in this city Being paraded Feeling degraded I wanted love And I thought this was the way But I'm only young And I'm often this wrong Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I have no morals Have no innocence I'm quite straight Just playing for rent. |
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from Marc Almond - Stardom Raod (2007)
[Andy Williams]
There's a certain sound always follows me around When you're close to me you will hear it It's the sound that lovers hear when they discover There could be no other for their love CHORUS It's my happy heart you hear Singing loud and singing clear And it's all because you're near me, my love Take my happy heart away Let me love you night and day In your arms I wanna stay, oh my love Feeling more and more like I've never felt before You have changed my life so completely Music fills my soul now, I've lost all control now I'm not half, I'm whole now with your love CHORUS Repeat CHORUS with "La-la's" Repeat CHORUS with "La-la's" and FADE |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your eyes I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust You're still playing games and abusing my trust In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex It was a bite of a night gone wrong And the effect of listening to negative songs Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand And the way the room keeps spinning around I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill) You're still playing games and abusing my trust (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel) In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex And you're moaning about your wasted life Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes" With the cups on the floor And the plates in the sink And the room full of smoke And then you full of drink You skin's going dry And the color of sand Ignore the cigarette burning your hand |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your eyes I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust You're still playing games and abusing my trust In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex It was a bite of a night gone wrong And the effect of listening to negative songs Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand And the way the room keeps spinning around I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill) You're still playing games and abusing my trust (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel) In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex And you're moaning about your wasted life Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes" With the cups on the floor And the plates in the sink And the room full of smoke And then you full of drink You skin's going dry And the color of sand Ignore the cigarette burning your hand |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Hey Joe
Where you going With that gun in your hand I'm going down to shoot my lady Caught her messing 'round with another man Hey Joe I heard you shot your woman down Hey Joe I heard you shot her down Shot her down to the ground Yes I did I shot her I caught her messing 'round Messing 'round town I shot her in the head Hey Joe Where you gonna run to Gonna run to now You better run, you better run You better run run run I'm going way down south Way down to Mexico way I'm going way down south Way down to Mexico way You ain't gonna get me No one's gonna put a rope around me Purple haze, in my brain Lately things don't seem the same Acting funny but I don't know why 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple Haze all around Don't know if I'm coming up or down Am I happy or in misery Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me Purple haze all in my eyes Don't know if it's day or night You got me blowing, blowing my mind Is it tomorrow or the end of time |
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from Marc Almond - Stardom Raod (2007)
[Dusty Springfield cover]
It isn't the way that you look And it isn't the way that you talk It isn't the things that you say or do Make me want you so It is nothing to do with the wine Or the music that's flooding my mind But never before have I been so sure You're the someone I dreamed I would find It's the way you make me feel The moment I am close to you It's a feeling so unreal Somehow I can't believe it's true The pounding I feel in my heart The hoping that we'll never part I can't believe this is really happening to me I close my eyes and count to ten And when I open them you're still here I close my eyes and count again I can't believe it but you're still here We were strangers a moment ago With a few dreams but nothing to show The world was a place With a frown on its face And tomorrow was just, I don't know But the way you make me feel The moment I am close to you Makes today seem so unreal Somehow I can't believe it's true Tomorrow will you still be here? Tomorrow will come but I fear That what is happening to me Is only a dream I close my eyes and count to ten And when I open them you're still here I close my eyes and count again I can't believe it but you're still here I close my eyes and count to ten And when I open them you're still here |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
Sometimes we touch
Sometimes we kiss Sometimes we just look In spiritual bliss In warmth or heat In sound or vision We like to come To some decision Under the moon In the dark Down in the street In the park In threat of law In sweat of fear I'd risk it all To have you near I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't have to hide Anymore We'd swap phone numbers But we'd never call Of real excuses We've none at all Though good intentions Are on our mind We may not like What we might find We hold emotion Well in check No words of love Just words of sex So much to say So much held back We don't surrender We just attack I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't have to hide Anymore Light the candle Burn a fuse It's now or never Win or lose To have and hold To give and take Through thick or thin Make or break I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't have to hide Anymore Anymore |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
If you go away
On this summer's day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the nights were long The trees stood still for the night birds song If you go away If you go away If you go away And if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again I'll sail on the sun I'll ride on the rain I'll talk to the trees And I'll worship the wind But if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away If you go away If you go away If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world to stop turning , turning Til you return again If you ever do For what good is love Without loving you Let me tell you now As you turn to go I'll be dying slowly Til your next hello If you go away If you go away If you go away But if you stay, I'll make you a night Like no night has been Or will be again I'll sail on you smile I'll ride on your touch Oh, I'll talk to your eyes How I love them so much But if you go I won't cry For the good is gone In the word "goodbye" If you go away Please don't go away Please don't go away Please don't leave me I won't cry anymore I won't talk anymore I'll hide in your room And I'll watch you As you dance and you smile And I'll listen a while As you sing and you laugh Please let me become The shadow of your shadow The shadow of your hand The shadow of your glass On this shadow of a man Please don't leave me Please stay Please don't go away And if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again I'll sail on the sun I'll ride on the rain I'll talk to the trees And I'll worship the wind But if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away Please don't go away Please don't go away |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
You've understood nothing
If you need trains to fleet to adventure And white ships to take you away To see the sun in your eyes To see the songs you can't sing Then If you don't believe in tomorrow And tomorrow to be able to hope To find again in the hope That slipped from your hand To find again the hand That your hand has left Then If you need words pronounced by the old To help you justify all your renunciations If poetry to you is no more than a game If all your life is only a growing old Then If you need boredom To help you see the found And the noise of town To satiate remorse And then weakness To help you seem good And then anger To help you seem strong Then, then You've understood nothing Nothing......nothing You've understood nothing |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only: Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
It was the morning after the month before
And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? [Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only:] Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
It was the morning after the month before
And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? [Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only:] Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Oh God it's another night
And your head is feeling like a lump of lead. You should never have drunk those party-fours, You should have been home being good instead. Ever been in a deja vue in the end it's the same Oh yeah you ran out of your silver thins And you're trying to be so high class Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like string And though you're nearly broke You end up paying for all the drinks And you tell them "Oh its nothing, There's a million where those come from." And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend "Please lend me a few quid..." Oh God it's another day And your stomach's feeling like a blown-up balloon. You should never have eaten that greasy food. The doctor told you that chili was bad for your blood. And you're standing at the chemist in Boots Coughing up your guts like you're at deaths door And all this for a packet of Do-Do's And the assistant gives you a wink And you turn bright red It's at time like this that you wish you were dead And you take the whole packet And you feel like you've drunk a bottle of bleach And you tell yourself "Never, never again." Not until next week anyway.. And you were never one for holding drink And you stagger off to the toilet And you throw up like it was Christmas And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes And there's no paper towels What else can go wrong with you? It's a choice between a cab fare home And a packet of cigarettes So you choose and the money sticks In the machine and the manager says "Tough shit - drink up and leave." Oh god it's another disease And you just got rid of the last. You were beginning to feel Okay. And the friends you gave it to Were speaking to you again. You find yourself having sex in the back of a car And the girl underneath doesn't care who you are And you're nearly there and she still doesn't care And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair And there's something wrong, something that you've forgot Oh shit you've forgotten the rubber And you don't want a kid well deny it was you Oh Christ if your dad find out Then he'll make you stay in And do your homework And cut your hair And wear your school uniform out in the street What a fate worse than death Oh well, he can't hit you you can hit him back And play your records so loud All the ones that he especially hates Deep Purple in rock, Led Zeppelin too. Well even you hate those... Well, on second thought I think I'll leave home and go and live um... In America Because they earn more money there And you can get away with murder - yeah! [Be-bop singing] Oh, it's a mug's game [Be-bop singing] I Can't wait ‘til I'm twenty-one And then tell them all to sod off! |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
"And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum Who sings for women of great virtue I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from a coffee bar Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you My name would be Antonio And all my bridges I would burn And when I gave them some they'd know I'd expect something in return I'd have to get drunk every night And talk about virility With some old grandmother That might be decked out like a Christmas tree And no pink elephant I'd see Though I'd be drunk as I could be Still I would sing my song to me About the time they called me "Jacky" If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way And if I joined the social whirl Became procurer of young girls Then I could have my own bordellos My record would be number one And I'd sell records by the ton All sung by many other fellows My name would then be handsome Jack And I'd sell boats of opium Whisky that came from Twickenham Authentic queens And phoney virgins I'd have a bank on every finger A finger in every country And every country ruled by me I'd still know where I'd want to be Locked up inside my opium den Surrounded by some china men I'd sing the song that I sang then About the time they called me "Jacky" If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice That if one day in paradise I'd sing for all the ladies up there And they would sing along with me And we be so happy there to be 'Cos down below is really nowhere My name would then be "Jupiter" Then I would know where I was going Become all knowing My beard so very long and flowing If I could play deaf, dumb and blind Because I pitied all mankind And broke my heart to make things right I know that every single night When my angelic work was through The angels and the Devil too Could sing my childhood song to me About the time they called me "Jacky" If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way" |
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from Marc Almond - The Stars We Are (2002)
He brings me flowers every morning
He brings the world onto my bed He makes my bedroom into spring time Violets, gardenias, roses red He brings me tea and serves me chocolate And I lick honey from his finger tips He makes the world a little brighter He makes my shadows a little lighter I know where she keeps her money I know she has but little time I know that she completely trusts me I've got her where I want her She's completely mine I've seen her brooches thick with diamond I've seen her count her beads of jet and pearl I'll bleed her of her soul and riches I'm so happy that Oblivious the bitch is Kept boy You kept me enraptured Kept boy You keep breaking my heart Kept boy I kept you encaptured Kept boy You keep playing the part He cooks me dinner with the trimmings He polishes my silverware With tears of joy my eyes are brimming Without him my world would be very bare I know where she keeps her papers Her testaments, her deeds to own the house Her trusting look keeps me in stitches I'm so happy that Oblivious the bitch is Kept boy You kept me enraptured Kept boy You keep breaking my heart Kept boy I kept you encaptured Kept boy Keep playing the part Kept boy You kept me enraptured Kept boy You keep breaking my heart Kept boy I kept you encaptured Kept boy Keep playing the part He brings me flowers every morning He brings the papers to my bed Opens the curtains to my bedroom And chases bad dreams from my head And as we celebrate your birthday The one you thought would be my last There's somethin |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Passing time in the afternoon
Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper He's cheekier every day She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa Throws all her household chores away She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Puts on her make-up And smoothes down her dress And finds the right words to say Holds a remaining spark of beauty Escape is only a romance away Troubles come flooding back with her migraine She trembles and shuts her eyes It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles Time to shake up and prepare for the lies She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Pushing the hair back from her face Shaping her thoughts in the sky Heaven is through her kitchen window "Pity it's only a dream", she sighs Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor The paperboy cycles away She turns on the stove Soon her husband is home "Hello dear, it's been such a long day" She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Passing time in the afternoon
Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper He's cheekier every day She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa Throws all her household chores away She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Puts on her make-up And smoothes down her dress And finds the right words to say Holds a remaining spark of beauty Escape is only a romance away Troubles come flooding back with her migraine She trembles and shuts her eyes It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles Time to shake up and prepare for the lies She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Pushing the hair back from her face Shaping her thoughts in the sky Heaven is through her kitchen window "Pity it's only a dream", she sighs Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor The paperboy cycles away She turns on the stove Soon her husband is home "Hello dear, it's been such a long day" She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye |
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from Marc Almond - Stardom Raod (2007)
[Barry Ryan cover]
I had a dream Oh what a dream I saw the shape Of things to come Then I awoke It was no joke I'd seen the shape Of things to come. Kitsch is a beautiful word It's a beautiful word It's a beautiful lullabye. I saw a queen All dressed in green But I could see She had no soul I see the moon Shining in June What we all need Is Rock and Roll. Kitsch is a beautiful word It's a beautiful word It's a beautiful lullabye. Old plastic macs And caddilacs Prawn cocktails Steak And lovely wine Just do your thing And we'll all sing So here we go Now take your time. Kitsch is a beautiful word It's a beautiful word It's a beautiful lullabye. |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
In a city lost in time
Somewhere sordid and sublime We met over a gin and lime One rainy evening Survivors clinging to the mast Trying to make the moment last just Two people way past their prime And how it shows So come over here For some romance And dance with me Like it's the last dance And come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love You thought you looked like Carol White Bleached hair piled upon your head but You looked more like a lady of the night Instead In your see-through plastic mac Homage to cheap sixties tack you're So far out You're on your way back in Again I've wasted too many chances On small ads and Internet romances So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love I toyed with a cigarette Trying to look aloof and sexy But I couldn't see for the smoke In my eyes OK, I have a shaky limp and Dress a little like a pimp but After your drink I'll still look OK In a good light I had some dreams where did they all go Gone with my years Nothing left to show So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance For romance Our last chance Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love This is our last chance This is our last chance for love |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
In a city lost in time
Somewhere sordid and sublime We met over a gin and lime One rainy evening Survivors clinging to the mast Trying to make the moment last just Two people way past their prime And how it shows So come over here For some romance And dance with me Like it's the last dance And come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love You thought you looked like Carol White Bleached hair piled upon your head but You looked more like a lady of the night Instead In your see-through plastic mac Homage to cheap sixties tack you're So far out You're on your way back in Again I've wasted too many chances On small ads and Internet romances So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love I toyed with a cigarette Trying to look aloof and sexy But I couldn't see for the smoke In my eyes OK, I have a shaky limp and Dress a little like a pimp but After your drink I'll still look OK In a good light I had some dreams where did they all go Gone with my years Nothing left to show So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance For romance Our last chance Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love This is our last chance This is our last chance for love |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Would you like to taste a little pain
From the fickle hand of fame Aren't you happy that the road to success Is littered with drugs and sex It's all here for your delectation In compromising situations Let fallen heroes entertain you Take a look Nobody's gonna blame you Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Snake dancers, sex changer Come inside It gets stranger and stranger Got a lot of unpleasant surprises Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque The city has turned upside down The circus lion is eating the clown We're all delivered to the poison pens And sacrificed to the pig with the lens Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Would you like to taste a little pain
From the fickle hand of fame Aren't you happy that the road to success Is littered with drugs and sex It's all here for your delectation In compromising situations Let fallen heroes entertain you Take a look Nobody's gonna blame you Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Snake dancers, sex changer Come inside It gets stranger and stranger Got a lot of unpleasant surprises Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque The city has turned upside down The circus lion is eating the clown We're all delivered to the poison pens And sacrificed to the pig with the lens Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
My love
My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My work My spring My veil My honey My bomb My grail My gate My gold My thrown, oh My stock My rock My stone, oh My night My thirst My hunger My day My bread My water My sail My wave My guide My way My blood My strength My fever My ray My song My love My wine My joy My dawn My life My faith My cry My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My body My flesh My yearning All this, now you're returning |
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from Next Brel: Tribute To Jacques Brel [tribute] (2004)
My love
My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My work My spring My veil My honey My bomb My grail My gate My gold My thrown, oh My stock My rock My stone, oh My night My thirst My hunger My day My bread My water My sail My wave My guide My way My blood My strength My fever My ray My song My love My wine My joy My dawn My life My faith My cry My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My body My flesh My yearning All this, now you're returning |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Keep on looking now
You gotta keep on looking now Keep on looking now You're looking for love In all the wrong places Where your walk it's always shadow Conversation always shallow When they talk they never look you in the eye They look over your shoulder To faces even colder And you feel a little older Every time You're looking for love In all the wrong places When you're looking for reaction When you're searching for direction When you're scared of rejection Or attack You need the warmth of loving When you're growing tired of seeing A colourless reflection Looking back You're looking for love In all the wrong places Something real to fill those little empty spaces So you're looking for love in all the wrong places You need understanding You need a home All those people so alone You need understanding You need a home All those people so alone You're looking for love In all the wrong places You're looking for love In all the wrong places You better keep on looking now! And so the evening shade will fall Where nameless voices call and call And think of all the friends you made While you toast with Prozac and lemonade You can hold me under septic skies (You can dream to your own places) Watch the sun set in my eyes (You can't seem to put) Could this be the time to die? (A name to all the faces) The wind upon your face (Something real) Your lips upon my lips Like urban velvet (To fill those little empty spaces) So you're looking for love in all the wrong places You keep on looking for love in all the wrong places Dream and take away the tears (Keep on looking now) Drift on to where your heart is numb (You gotta keep on looking now) It's lovely there where love becomes A drug to fill your need Just believe in you! And learn to love yourself Before anyone else |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
There are times
You can't help but to cry And time won't heal By and by There are times You can't hold back the tears And hurt won't heal With the years But, I will always love you Always love you Always you and no-one else but you There are times When the world is cruel And I won't be there for you There are times You can't hold back the tears And hurt will heal With the years I will always love you Always love you Always you and no-one else but you When storms come our way When tides wash away When storms come our way When tides wash away I will always love you Always love you Love you love you love you love you Always love you |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Fantasy dancer
Dangerous rhythm Dance me your dance of Love forbidden Its love to die for Love to cry for Love to say goodbye for Dance your way into my heart Where I can love your scars They tell me what you like They tell me who you are Come on and take my hand You'll soon be seeing stars And when you dance I dream Of love in the extreme How sweet and dark is love When you have the taste for blood It's love to die for Love to cry for Love to say goodbye for Paint your eyes in Thrill vermilion Pout your lips Bare your teeth And look ferocious You're to die for You're to cry for You're to say goodbye for So what's on the menu Is it violence again And is that blood or lipstick With which you're writing your name You cut deep with sorrow You carve it with disdain And when I get you home You'll never be alone Again Violence, violence, violence, violence The violence, the violence of love Violence, violence, violence, violence The violence, the violence of love Violence, violence The glamour of violence The glamorous violence The glamour of your violence The glamorous violence The glamour of violence |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Marc Almond - Enchanted (2002)
She's in my veins Gold in my veins She is my pain And my joy Time and again Waxing or waning I am insane For La Luna Madame de la Luna When she is sleepy She's creepy, mysterious and wicked When she is full She is full of promise and joy Beaming her smile All the while across Heaven's horizons Weaving her dreams Into hearts of lonely boys Chorus But when I'm under the moon with you I'm in Heaven When I'm under the moon with you I'm in Heaven She'll bring out the killer Bring out the lover She loves a tyrant, a pirate, a dreamer a crook and a liar A joker, a trickster, romancer, a dancer and fool Cold as the frost but in her heart is a fire Hanging around the dark throat of the night like a jewel Repeat chorus Moon, moon, delirious moon Alone in the blue like a silver baloon Moon, moon, delirious moon Dancing a waltz to a lunatic's tune Madame de la Luna Bewitching is she I cannot live without her She's scattering stars Dancing with Mars Cheek to cheek with La Luna Cheek to cheek with La Luna Madame de la Luna She sings as she brings in the harvest She pulls out her tongue At the cruel Ethiopian sun When she's hiding The dark can bring a terrible vengeance A pounce in the shadows A moment alone with a gun Adrift on a sea of indigo silk Passionate like an Arabian torch Enticing two lovers to jump off a bridge Changing the man into the wolf Sometimes she's a terrible flirt Causing mischief and mayhem wherever she can Sometimes she's a woman that hurts Sometimes she is a man Encouraging drunks to sing coarse serenades Lighting the way for the young renegades Repeat chorus She says better times are gonna come soon Better times are gonna come soon Trust in the moon Trust in the moon La Luna |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger that he'll take too far His morbid curiosity He's seen too many creepy films He's read too many books Martin sleeps with all the lights on Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession Tries hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession To exist (Kill, kill, kill) He's far too pale and far too frail To be a normal boy There's something shining in his eyes The things he'd like to say Martin had a lot to live down Growing up in a mining town Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust of blood He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good There's an illness flowing through him That's there all the time And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The face at the window The hand under the bed Martin has hallucinations Dreams that he's dead He finds the hunger's at its worst When he's in bed (Kill, kill, kill) He's finding hard to keep control He knows it won't be long And his tongue rolls over his dry lips And the voice lingers on |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger that he'll take too far His morbid curiosity He's seen too many creepy films He's read too many books Martin sleeps with all the lights on Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession Tries hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession To exist (Kill, kill, kill) He's far too pale and far too frail To be a normal boy There's something shining in his eyes The things he'd like to say Martin had a lot to live down Growing up in a mining town Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust of blood He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good There's an illness flowing through him That's there all the time And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The face at the window The hand under the bed Martin has hallucinations Dreams that he's dead He finds the hunger's at its worst When he's in bed (Kill, kill, kill) He's finding hard to keep control He knows it won't be long And his tongue rolls over his dry lips And the voice lingers on |
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