See the priest in gleaming nappies
Gurgling and burping child at play
Signing warrents, blessing firing squads
are the pleasures of this baby's day
In a street where broken buildings fall
on burning people ten feet tall
on stockinged knees, not all, not all
Just those who fight in bonfire light
In spite of all the crowds who call
Their hero, a goldfish jockey
Their hero remains Mr. Baby
Mr. Baby spills it by the ton
He wraps his mouth around his gun
He says,

(lyrics / music--lou reed) published by mgm music

([? ? ? ])
(get your fingers in.)

Lady godiva, dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy
A spurting pink toy
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely
Saying words that have all so clearly been said (you will do--)
So long ago (--what I tell you.)
[...]
Here today now and dipped in the water
Making love to every poor daughters son
Isnt it fun?
Doctor is coming, the nurse thinks sweetly
Turning on the machines that neatly pumps air
(make the incision at the base of the skull.)
The body lies bare

(I want you to think of me as someone you can come to with your problems.)

Shaved and hairless, what once was screaming
Now lies silent and almost sleeping
The brain must have got away
Strapped securely to the white table
Beneath the gauze the body will wither and writhe
Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
Sees the growth as just so much cabbage (take the bone saw--)
That must now be cut away (--and cut around the perimeter.)
Now comes the moment of great, great decision
Doctor is making the first incision
One goes here and one goes there
Ether tubes are leaking, says someone whos sloppy
Patient, it seems, is not so well sleeping
The screams echo up the hall
Dont panic, someone give him pentathol instantly
Doctor removes the blade cagily so from the brain
By my count of ten--the head wont move
(and there you have it, ladies and gentlemen--the human brain.)

Haaaaa!! here we go, everybody!!
All you fucking bastards!! yeah!! haha!!
Oh, oh, lady godiva
My queen of the killing floor
Oh, oh, lady godiva
[...? ] in a butcher store
La la la la la...

At the platforms end, where the crowd grew thin
And the light was dim on our shoes
Where we sat there so tense,
Not to touch though we meant to (I think)
There was no will, no spell
To breach the night and stop the talk
She tossed her hair and home did walk

Broken radio
Broken radio

On the day that I was born
There was no big flash and no great storm
But the man read the news in dutch and warned,
Im gonna play je taime on my hunting horn.
In my cradle I was most impressed--
So this is what you call success

Black seamus cried, my shamrock has died
And my fathers gone back to peru.
The frost-damp town wore a fat-guts frown
And the djs played brian bor
The sundays sticky, home with rain
Sedition never entertained

Broken radio
Broken radio

Murder the past and all who sail in it
If the past is a wreck then all who sail in it
Make me realize its time to move on
But all the ships and the planes have gone
Im in a savage place with a timid song
Mumbled words...[maybes? ]

(lyrics/music--ministry) published by spurburn music

Stronger than reason
Stronger than lies
The only truth I know is the look in your eyes

Just like a car crash
Just like a knife
My favourite weapon is the look in your eyes
Its mine! get off mine! get off mine!

Chewing on glass
And eating my fingers
Im not the one who has run out of lies
Run out of lies
Run out of lies...

Hurting my face
Walking on splinters
I lost my soul to the look in your eyes
Youve run out of lies
Run out of lies...
[all we elected was....? ]

The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled off to her uncertain fate, having only a tycoons salary given to her to fund the purchase of that monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know so well
Y act like nothing ever happened, but it did. its too late--too late for the thousands driven to mental illness, premature old age and suicide by the force-feeding to them of a daily diet of de
And the doctrine of their own obsolescence. too late for the thousands of teenagers who grew up illiterate but unaccountably proud that their nation spent the money it could have been spent on
Ting them to buy guns--guns which this country is too feeble and unimportant to need to use.

Its too late to stop the rot--a rot she denied existed and which many thus forgot, which continued to accelerate and and now will not be stopped until all this fucking pretense is dropped. mari
Gas yoni, intellectual born-again right-wing son of a bitch from the exotic other end of the earth, venus flytrap lips curling over straw-coloured front teeth, so smart, so alert, so elegant...a
S the departed killer for her courage. tonight he speaks with reggie gurdjieff, most intelligent man in the uk, about new novel shag auntie peggy, and on his plan for a junk bond iss
Finance the privitization of the llama. but first, the bad weather...

Lets go round again
Let loose again
Off the wall again
Across the floor again
And come on in his chair
We can make believe hes there
Make our bodies answer our unspoken dread
If he walked in the room
I would slap him with his slipper
Would we laugh? would we scream?
What? what? what? what?

I walk the streets again
Until its day again
I nearly try again
Im at your door again
All your need and regret
Forms a new breath of angel
Forming joy, world without love
What? what? what?

You dont understand
We dont understand
(third verse, three things make him speak in tongues.
I dunno. I dunno!)

Lets play again
And we will laugh again
Well forget it when
We let it loose again
And I gasped at the view
As we pushed it where were going
And the words burst out--
Why? when? what? what? what? what?
Try just again [...? ]
What? what?

The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky
His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride
To knock upon some doors
The boy who asked for more
And who hid his real fears so the people just saw...
They saw him smiling
They only ever saw him smiling

He breathes the air of the barbers shop
The steam, smoke and cheap cologne
He says, old man, tell this razor blade
How much you want to be left alone.
Over the mirror to the left
A postcard girl with naked breasts
Brings us greetings from crete to this ugly mans street just by smiling
Look, shes all smiling

Yeah, she pouts and acts hot with james bond on his yacht
His arching eyebrow, his martini seed
While in her village in milan starving people stole cans
And [bad] silver or the loser will bleed

In a few more years the cruel boy makes his way
Up to where the real power is
Until a bomb in his car blows him all over a wall
And his comrades shake their fists
We see the biggest killers of all who say they are appalled
They say, our rage is extreme, but you know what they mean
Upstairs theyre smiling
Still scared and smiling

(the way to keep people in line is to scare the shit out of em.)

Be dead
Be dead....

(there isnt anybody left.)
(no no no!)
(everything is running out.)
(no no no!)

Be dead
Be dead....

(everything is running out.)

In rags in their normal place
Where diesel machines roar by
Pale dawn, at the scrapyard gates
Fast food parks and hardware mines
Not smiling or frowning they,
The shades on the fringe of town,
Unpaid, idle, lending shape
To the gravity which they say
Has dragged this country down
This beautiful country down
Close off the backstreets, no-one goes
Bring on the ice, the game-shows: brain-blister

The bigger the roadside crowd
The denser the gameshow cloud
Theres nothing on that churning screen
Just nonsense that might mean:
Like it? good. no? tough!
Pen them in and shut them up
Slow march, eyes right
Save all your revolution for your saturday night!

[(your curse)? ]

You earn but you feel oppressed
The armour could do with a test
Why not betray your lovers trust?
Go ahead and push it until it bursts
Youre back on the streets again
No armour, no dreams, no friends
The worst pain is behind the eyes
Where the killer of futures hides, still hides

Theyve closed the backstreets, you cant hide
If you feel brave, just step outside
Where all tomorrows stink the same
Where night vibrates with cries of:
Brain-blister

Well, we laughed till dawn about the coming hell
[...? ]
We learned to live without rest or hope
But [youll? ] never admit we live a joke
The patient is fading fast
Oh, but ignore it, its just an act

Written by michael kamen, bryan adams and robert "mutt" lange

("big size really doesn't matter. you think i got really big muscles in my pussy?")
("what have you [???]")
("when a man and a women take care of these--")

Look into my eyes and you'll see
What you mean to me
Such a heart, oh yes, such a soul
You'll find me there; you'll search no more

Don't tell me, it's not worth trying for
You can't tell me, it's not worth dying for
You know, it's true
That everything i do, i do it for you

You make me crazy
("i haven't had an orgasm, you jerk.")

Look into your heart, and you will find
There's nothing at all there to hide (hide, hide)
Take me as i am, take my life
I will give it all; i would sacrifice

Don't tell me, it's not worth fighting for
I can't help it; there's nothing i want more
You know it's true, yup
That everything i do, i do it for you

There's no love (no love)
There's no love, (no love)
There's no love, (no love)
There's no love, (no love)
And there's nowhere (you're nowhere)
Ignite and i must be there (you're nowhere)
There's nowhere (you're nowhere)
Oh, wait, yeah

Can't tell me it's not worth trying for
I can't help it, there's nothing i want more
You know it's true (it's true)
That everything that i do do,
I do it for you (you, for you, for you)

I, i do it, i do it, i do it you know
You know i do it, when i'm alone
When i'm in public
When i'm on the bus
When i'm in the bathroom
I do it for you

The windows watch me wait for you
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Ive seen a world beyond their view
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Of course the night times are the worst
Of course I burn with an evil burst
You exist so I am cursed
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror

Ill be good till thursday comes
The world will think I never had
An idea that could drive me mad
Ill be good till thursday comes
Then burn all good away

I weed my house, I wash my trees
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I cross my legs in front of me
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I tingle at the thought of you
Is this what the humans do?
My childish words just dont ring true
See ya later, great dictator
In a while, [nadaphile? ]

Ill be good till thursday comes
Well, unless I am misleading you
You shine me up and make me new
Ill be good till thursday comes
And wish I never did say

Ill be good till thursday comes
Its such a lot of fun
To watch the liar Ive become
But Ill be good till thursday comes
And burn all good away

Ahh....dream of this, my lover
Ahh....dream of this, my lover
I am your lover now

This truck stop: rancid gravy
A man with no hands waving
And the dog round my leg bumps and grinds
It rains for miles out there
On mud and tar and still air
And the fungus-lined gap between stinking towns

Pork-eyes got him a brand new hand
Hes gonna grasp you
He wont ask you
And hell tell you its all your fault

Chorus:
The cup runneth over, your jaws to bless
On the white-knuckle express

She is [grace? ] naked, I cannot see her face
She slides across me
I am wearing a collar and a tie

Were tuneful, cute and giving
See, thats how we make our living
In a hall full of corpses, wed smile and bounce on
Some say its aimless bullshit
But they come from big houses and budgets
And, although I dont look it, Im getting really fucking old

Pork-eyes, in the presence of a sweet young girl:
Hes gonna spill you, it better thrill you,
Or hell tear this place apart
Pork-eyes! were going up! feet-first, feet-first!
And the legend on that girls thigh reads love = hurt = hate--chorus

Pork-eyes, he will stroke your long hair tenderly in all the waterfront bars
Where the wine and hollow talk-of-men will muffle things that really, really are
And youll go back to your room with him on your healthy sandalled feet
To come out minutes later, bleeding, torn above, torn underneath...

Alcohol, heroin, thc
Care in the impotent (numb) community*
Resignation, irony, under scrutiny, so events can slip
From memory of history, a voluntary dictatorship

Chemical (cosh!)

One kind for the rich, and one for the poor
The only distinction is the thickness of their front door
Unless it makes you act up, the law wont mind
You play this game, the land is yours, the warden is blind

Chemical (cosh!)
Chemical (cosh!)
Its the only kind we got (cosh!)
If you wont come across

They will have it known youre mad if you dont fit (with) their equation
They will have you for not being rich or body-tax evasion
And theyll pay some stoned stockbrokers son
To phone and say, Im coming round and bringing my machine gun!

Chemical (cosh!)
Chemical (cosh!)
Its a stab in the neck and a boot in the chops
From the earth-loving decade which denim forgot

* a reference to care in the community, a tory plan to reduce health care spending on mental hospital patients by cutting them adrift. this caused much controversy a few years back i
Uk.

Written by michael kamen, bryan adams and robert "mutt" lange
("big size really doesn't matter. you think i got really big muscles in my pussy?")
("what have you [???]")
("when a man and a women take care of these--")
Look into my eyes and you'll see
What you mean to me
Such a heart, oh yes, such a soul
You'll find me there; you'll search no more
Don't tell me, it's not worth trying for
You can't tell me, it's not worth dying for
You know, it's true
That everything i do, i do it for you
You make me crazy
("i haven't had an orgasm, you jerk.")
Look into your heart, and you will find
There's nothing at all there to hide (hide, hide)
Take me as i am, take my life
I will give it all; i would sacrifice
Don't tell me, it's not worth fighting for
I can't help it; there's nothing i want more
You know it's true, yup
That everything i do, i do it for you
There's no love (no love)
There's no love, (no love)
There's no love, (no love)
There's no love, (no love)
And there's nowhere (you're nowhere)
Ignite and i must be there (you're nowhere)
There's nowhere (you're nowhere)
Oh, wait, yeah
Can't tell me it's not worth trying for
I can't help it, there's nothing i want more
You know it's true (it's true)
That everything that i do do,
I do it for you (you, for you, for you)
I, i do it, i do it, i do it you know
You know i do it, when i'm alone
When i'm in public
When i'm on the bus
When i'm in the bathroom
I do it for you

A walk in the woods after a storm
through waves of steam and graveyard gas come overground
The unwalked path, the dimming light
Not day or night, just always while life remains on hold
Everybody's sorry, everybody's sorry
if words are to be believed
World without mercy, world which deserts me
Faces gone, just trunks of trees
Get it together, get it together-gether, yeah, yeah...
You can do and say whatever you like
I can take it, I can listen, but I've only got the one life
What am I going to do? Every year find another place?
Get out, get out, get out, get out of my face
A walk in the woods at the birth of night
where soft shapes come to fill the glowing space
And now the book in my hand is closed and sealed
To wander blind is all this walker needs
Everybody's sorry, everybody's sorry
Well, you can keep your form of words
World with an exit, I'm there and I know it
It takes me in its arms
It takes me in its loving arms
Get it together, get it together-gether, yeah, yeah
You'll know me by the knives sticking out of my back
I'm a traitor to my friends and race, a traitor to my class
Want to see my blood? Well, there won't be long to wait
Maybe by then you'll get your cover story straight
A walk in the woods after a storm...

In the winter in a seaside boarding house
The killer swigs and reels round his room
Telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel
Yellow light seeps through a fly-blown lampshade
Fading with the dawn
He yells and laughs, they all wanted it.
It was easy, so how could it be wrong?

Chorus:
5 am and the seas are boiling
5 am and the windows crack
5 am and my hands are on you
Big madness
Big madness

When I phone you just to hear your voice
Oh please, dont judge me so
Its just that I dont think Ill rise again
Till Ive seen how low I can go
Next springtime when Im gone for good
And you struggle to find the words cruel enough
Through all these dying continents
My stupid laughter will be heard--chorus
Big madness

Im not stupid--Im a man (!ythgimla hsurdlog)
Im not stupid

Im born again in hail and flames (goldrush almighty!)
Go tell it loud to all my slaves (goldrush almighty!)
You scum dont have the fear of god
All thats left is the iron rod (goldrush almighty!)

Lets go down, kiss the plough
Public system--burn down!
And let memory fade--nothing is wrong

Only losers take the bus
Only losers take the bus

Churchill was a shopping bag (goldrush almighty!)
Can you draw the chinese flag? (goldrush almighty!)
Its three blue lines and six dahlias
Paris is in india (goldrush almighty!)

Lets go down on my friends
All alone, we descend
Plastic food, tv--take your eyes off of me!

Only losers take the bus
Only losers take the bus

I hate misunderstandings
Hey, get these dead bodies off my racetrack!

And we cry out with joy as we drive through the rain
And our enemies claw from every goddamn side

Only losers take the bus....
Only losers, only losers, only losers take the bus
Im no loser, Im a letch! protect me! protect me!
Im not one of them, Im not one of them, Im not one of them...

On suicide bridge, I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the crouch end. there I was. an old lady passed me. she smiled and said, good morn
Young man. I looked at her and I said, Im going to kill myself. she smiled again and said, yes, I think thats a very good idea.

On suicide bridge one winters day
My eyes were sprouting lemons
I had paid a greek to listen to me speak
He said limasol *, she beckons.
And so my subjects gathered beneath me there
I gave a mighty roar
Wi me too-rye-ah, fah-la-deedle-dah--
Shut up, irish bore!

Come back, my children! come back! come back!
All that was lost has been regained, shall remain with us
Now and forever, amen.
Come back! come back! come back, my children! come back!

* a city in crete.

(music--leonard cohen/phil spector; lyrics--leonard cohen) sony music publishing/back to mono music

The walls of this hotel are paper thin
Last night I heard you making love to him
The struggles mouth to mouth and limb to limb
The grunt of unity as he came in

Chorus:
I stood there with my ear against the wall
I was not seized by jealusy at all
In fact, a burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control
A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control

I listened to your kisses at the door
I never heard a world so clear before
You ran your bath and you began to sing
I felt so good I couldnt feel a thing--chorus

And I cant wait to tell you to your face
And I cant wait for you to take my place
You are the naked angel in my heart
You are the woman with her legs apart
Its written on the walls of this hotel
You go to heaven once youve been to hell
A heavy burden lifted from my soul
When I learned that love was out of my control

I want to seranade you with a song my mother taught me:
Santa lucia!! santa lucia!!

I was raised to expect continuity. instead I get this..

The monster has red hair
The monster has green eyes
She laughs and bites her quarrys nose
As she pulls herself astride
Her double-jointed hips now do their tricks
And you can hear his plaintive yells
From the plane-crash craters in the scottish hill
To the burning oil wells

Chorus:
Something bad is giving birth
To a thing which wont melt to your touch
Something bad is giving birth
To something worse and its going to hurt

His reebok shoes let in the rain
And he coughs into the dawn
At he searches for space on the synagogue wall
To draw swastikas on
Job descriptions change on the firing range
All generals are friends
So its down to the dole with the molotovs
Its problem time again--chorus

You built the metal birds who [shrink] the skies
And bring [in weakness? ] from the other side of a world
All these birds bringing death
You find all of our good, theres only death left
Big black hawk swinging low
Over the rat-run streets of the english ghetto
Clean spirit of the island, home at last
Come on, come on, come on--crash!

One man felt ashamed running guns and cocaine
For his short-term gain, so every one of us must pay
In his new world order, you can have some nerve gas with your air
Thanks to the cia pussy in the presidents chair!

Something bad is giving birth
See, in the sky its belly bursts!
Something bad is giving birth
And calls for wounds to slake its thirst
Something bad is giving birth
No more decay, no more dirt
Something bad is giving birth
In therefores name it stalks the earth

Do you feel you can deal? can you fuck!

Somebodys threatened you, well, you know why
Time now to pay for misdeeds you deny
Life can be cheerless in intensive care
Keep a cool head and you wont know youre there
You wont need a shot when you sniff just a drop
Of the perfumes of paradise!
(then were dead!)

Bulldoze the street where they said you were born
Take a new name and before it put lord
Tranquil and slow, nostrils aglow with the perfumes of paradise

From my bed to the street it is 30 paces (and getting nearer)
And I sniff and repent in all the right places
And a speeding truck crashes into the front door
And the telephone rings and says, have you no conscience?

When planning a genocide, starting a war
Say that its gentler than others before
It sells lots of tvs and ribbons and flags
And makes all the doubters look spineless and bad

Even big heads of state should spray in their wake
The perfumes of paradise

They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good
Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood
She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand
She had to face eternity, so why not this mumbling man?
Who bought himself a wedding suit at a local warrant sale
It belonged to some old Turkish man who'd owed and gone to jail
He would caox her mind with talk of love to make her body kind
Because people hate the truth, you know; they need their pack of lies
Growing tired of being foreign, being spat on and shortchanged
He demanded that she leave with him for the land from whence he came
They were herded on like cattle to a ferry at high tide
This unkempt, aging orphan and his helpless, dying bride
But he left her at the other shore crying on the deck
She was slumped against the rail as he had struck to free his neck
and the customs shed was empty as he made his way inside
There were no chimpanzees in uniform to hear his pack of lies
Now she's ascending into heaven with contentment on her face
and Holy God is there to greet and batter her into her place
But meanwhile back on Earth, we see the prodigal's returned
and they're making him the chieftain and they've come to him to learn
How the neighbours in he rich land better steal and kill and lie
and when they ask who calls the weaklings there he just shrugs and says,

Im here on a mission to tell you exactly what can go wrong if youre not careful. you see, its like this: youre running down the staircase at random. you take one step, you take two steps, yo
E seven steps, 10 steps, two steps, 15 steps, 19 steps...youre lying in a heap at the bottom of the staircase--blood, bones, powder, that sort of thing--and youre wondering, how did I get here
Then you look up and you see...its a man in a cowl, its a man in a cowl, he opens his face to you--its jimmy tarbuck*. he is saying, kiss the ring! kiss the ring!, and he says, &
Yes, there is a santa claus, and anybody who blasphemes against santa or any of his helpers shall die. what do you do? what do you do?

You whimper thanks to the heavenly sky
Its grey is getting lighter
No peace of mind or sleep for you
You havent earned it yet
And you wont by dusk, I bet
Until you learn what futures youve destroyed
We musnt see you sulk or get annoyed...no

On the day I lost everything they couldnt help enough
They shot my veins full of gelatine
I said, thank you very much, youre too kind!

While they lived in luxury
I made do with money, sweet money
And now Im going to measure the rain
And you can sit and watch me--look! look!
Dont even think about not answering your phone
It might be me and I know youre always home

On the day I lost everything they couldnt help enough
They stopped my clock and they folded my wings
I said, thank you very much for everything!
It means, Im gonna destroy you with my slings and my bullets!

On the day I lost everything the sky was purest white
And the clocks had stopped so I started to sing
The magpie sleeps tonight

On the day I lost everything

* a veteran liverpool comedian, talk show and game show host, and a golfing enthusiast as well.

The days are chained like daisies
Flung on some years-old grave
On ground unmarked, found on no chart
Or map or minefield aid
I can only change the future
I cannot change the past
I cant recall whos on my side
I can only watch my back
Through aimless thought, through thoughtless deed
I joined with liars and thieves
But behold the only liar whos
Scorned and told to leave

I will walk yr way

A soap-opera clown
Stakes his place by her side
And hell sniff, pout and frown
til she tells him the world is wrong
And his cliches are right

Now, the season never changes
Just me and my true love
In this harbour bare, slate-grey and hushed
Where slow death is life enough

You made of me an outcast
A suitcase-dwelling shell
You made of mine a heart of stone
Which you dropped down a bottomless well
Well, fair enough,
But just dont call it love
When it was just lust for blood
And by the way, get out just means get out to me

I will walk yr way
Debts of the world are not mine to pay
So I will walk yr way

Up there ahead
Is a backstreet where they dump the dead
Maybe you could get out there
Stretch those legs and get some air

Im born again in hail and flames (goldrush almighty!)
Go tell it loud to all my slaves (goldrush almighty!)
You scum dont have the fear of god
All thats left is the iron rod (goldrush almighty!)

Lets go down, kiss the plough
Public system, burn down!
And let memory fade--nothing is wrong!
Only losers take the bus

Churchill was a shopping bag (goldrush almighty!)
Can you draw the chinese flag? (goldrush almighty!)
Its three blue lines and six dahlias
Paris is in india (goldrush almighty!)

Lets go down on my friends
All alone, we descend
Plastic food, tv...take your eyes offa me!
Only losers take the bus

(fuck you!)

And we cry out with joy as we drive through the rain
And our enemies claw from every goddamned side!
Only losers take the bus
Only losers, only losers, only losers take the bus
Im no loser, Im a letch! (fuck you!)
God made me a letch! (fuck you!)
Understand! Im not one of them, Im not one of them... (fuck you!)

(if ever youre going hungry, theres always the graveyard...)

Be nice or strangle me, I dont care
Good times are not whats lured me here
Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume
I try to stand and confess to i-dont-know-who
& the criminal insane
Look so gentle when theyre being entertained
Gunsmiths and prison warders
A gallery of brain disorders
Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers
Come on: humiliate me

...and Ill come sex with you if you pay,
I tell a stranger who silently turns away
I strip naked and I head for the open door
The man in the tux holds it open
Hes seen it all, hes seen it all, hes seen it all before
Say, I am now dressed befitting my coming death
Come on, dont be so useless
Dont I stir any juices
As I dance the dance of the seven nooses?
Lovely! humiliate me!

Some people dress for success
They press the flesh under savage duress
Me, I stay quiet til the time is right
Then stand clear if you dont want a terrible night
Im not so much about stopping the rot
I just want to see the little guy on top--
Ill pay to see the little guy on top!
[...? ]
[look at me, look at me...? ]

If you run your country like a private prison
Expect the worlds derision
Why, they wouldnt baptize you with a snails emission
So come on, humiliate me...

(get a [rose? ], you can [...? ] if you want!)

(music/lyrics--sandy denny) warlock music

My shadow follows me wherever I should chance to go,
John the gun did say.
If you should chance to meet me as I wander to and fro,
Sad would be your day.
My life is mine and light did shine
til the guns, they did go through me,
So now I shall never fall.
Ideals of peace are gold which fools
Have found upon the plains of war.
I shall destroy them all.

Chorus:
Put away your guns of steel
Death comes too soon for all
Your master, he may need you soon
And you must heed his call

I am the master of the games that you will hardly ever play,
So I will teach your sons.
And if they should die before the evening of their span of days,
Why, then they will die young.--chorus

Condemn me not, for always will I play the game of war
In moonshine or in sun,
And if any cross the path I choose to tread,
Their chances they are poor.
My name is john the gun.

Oh, put away your guns of steel
Death comes too soon for all
Your master, he may need you soon
And you must heed his call

No dates to miss, no home to phone
No face to kiss, no good alone
No family, no history, a permenant delinquency
No will to smile, no room to cry
No time to think
Just watch, dont flinch
Why yes, thats you in your millionth clinch
You murder every time you blink

Some flee disasters for their lives
You flee the spawn of grubby lies
At one with graveyard dust and shipyard rust
Too loose to trust
Youll heal so much faster
If your homeland is your master

No dirt-cheap adriatic sun
No heart of gold back of the gun
No deathcamps built for less than fun
No white mans bond, no civilization
No right to more than birth and death
From the drivelling drones of the former west
Their credo dead like brezhnevs bones
Their headless spears and special malnutrition zones

No deathcamps here, I tell you
Just grey convenience hell
Ten civil wars unended
neath billboard signs which yell,
You need someone pretty
Someone english and shifty......

Chorus:
Let the dirt cover all, cover all, cover all
Let the dirt cover all
For its the mother of us all and our bed when we fall
We belong nowhere

And by the way, youre dirt! dirt! youre dirt!
Always know your worth
As you roam this mirthless earth--youre dirt! dirt!

No sleep, the phone, God knows what time
Just a wordless click on the end of the line
And a thud at the door out back in the dark
As some wirehair creature spins round the yard
Why do you run? why do you hide?
Why do you bruise and then decide?
You didnt mean it, you didnt see
Well, now youre run to rags and so is she

Youll drink the balkan brandy
You will forget your name
You will become a captain
And you will lose all shame
You need someone pretty
Someone english and shifty--chorus

Let the dirt cover all, cover all, cover all
Let the dirt cover all
From the veil to the shawl
From the flirt to the brawl
We belong nowhere

Do you think they could see us in this base circumstance
You with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your pants?
If a lad wears a dress then wont george want his sex?
[as his explorers buy butt] sex operation, decision times come
At the end of our useful lives

Were out of the hive
We must be groovin
Were out of the hive
In the land of the black and white minstrels

What do you call him, boyfriend or [flat bone]?
Hes a sensitive artist--come on, lets leave him alone

Youve got to watch the blind
I said youve got to watch the blind
On the day of the [morning] festival
The bleakest afternoon of the season
All drones everywhere arise from mildewed states of unconsciousness
And go to celebrate their condition in the abandoned village greens
Where the fairground is down
With its revolving towers of burning colored lights
And its roaring tin can music, its people and fumes
Drunks stagger everywhere
And paw each other in the half-light at the edge of the confusion

Out of the hive
We must be groovin
Were out of the hive
Were out of the hive
Were out of the hive now
We might as well come and die
Were out of the hive
In the land of the black and white minstrels
Hallelujah!

Do you think they can see us? oh, I do hope they can
They can do me a favor and bury you where you stand!

(music/lyrics--scott engel) ©1993 international media holdings (bmi)

Theres no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat
And runs the tunnel

Its so cold
The dark dug up by dogs
The stitches torn and broke
The raw meat fist you choke
Has hit the bloodlite

Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks, featherweights press the walls
Be my love, we can be gods on nite flights
With only one promise, only one way to fall

On the nite flights, only one way to fall

(music / lyrics--berry/buck/mills/stipe; new lyrics--coughlan) published by warner chappell music

(ha ha ha, thats disgusting!)
Here we fuckin go!

Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Were gonna make em dance, give us cold cold head
Fill em full of whisky, itll bring em back to life
Just as well, I like em nice and tight
Streetlights flashing like the greatest little disco
[whimbo, belch-o, slam-o, fist-o]
[grant raid] is coming your way

Meet me in the crowd, Ill be yelling out loud
With a dick in every yard, thisll [pummel them around]
With a 6-6-6 and a do-what-thou-wilt
Though no body fluids are gonna be spilt
You look like the type who likes to suck a big pipe
Tonight could be your night if you play your cards right

Shiny happy people holding hands
Yes, that is correct, thats what we are seeing
Shiny happy people holding hands
(go fuck yourself!)

Mummy, when you shoot up, dear,
Do not spew up, dear, in babys face here
Give him a few beers to dry his wee tears
And if his dad hears, hell fuck you both, dear

Zeebrugge, 87, mass murder
Campaign contribution that goes no further
Innocent people lost their lives
For the killers profit and another five
Give a government by well-spanked dumb closet queens (masturbate, masturbate.) making it a crime to be gay

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
(go fuck yourself!)

Fuck your nuclear family
Fuck your passion for advertising
Fuck your show business
Most of all, fuck your show business

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
I must be blind, I cant see them!
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
(masturbate, masturbate)

James jesus angleton sells sunlamps door to door
In this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to stay alive
I dont much like him, but I sit and mind his car
He says, brunceling, where to now?
This global suburbs ours...

They said adapt, and, sometime back, I think I snapped
But its no big deal, I would not trade my luck
I have no system now, I just drift until Im found;
Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan, now:
Penury has set us free!
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
An assassins bullet which has lodged in my neck
Picks up radio kabul and it bores me to death--
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true

I know khomeini, john wilkes booth and the jackson 5,
The old man roared as I poured him into his bed,
Why, they control the bourbon runs from bialystok to brunei!
Brunceling, youre like me, he said
They fear us cause we accept no blame
And were too fucking old to change.
Too many hatreds for making amends.
Too many favours for friends of dead friends.
Oh, their mumbled thanks came cheap to them.
Too many marksmen on the knolls,
Too many alibis always to hold,
Im a sad old joke; forget I spoke...

Open the vein, open the vein,
Open the vein, wider the vein
Let in more rain, let in more rain
Sever the phoneline, sever the head,
Seeing in white, green, yellow and red
I think hes dead, I think hes dead
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true

Old friends now reject me for misjudgements Ive made
Some are in power, some in flyover graves
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
And tell me, stiff, whose little baby were you?

In the bright-lit railway station, 3 a.m.
In a town whose active life is at an end
I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur
Who said, "if i can keep smiling i can change the world."
What world?

"lord straight banana, lord paper twine,
Lord biting yo-yo, they're all friends of mine.
Lord trannie dolequeue, lord private zoo,
Lord hanging bishop and lord valium, too."

"i know you think you have a job
But the whole world knows it's ended.
Why do you laugh at the dying of the senile god
On whom your devilish life depended?"

Shop-soiled and broken
In a part not clearly seen
You'll have no armegeddon, no more screams
Pleasant dreams...

Chorus:
Your world, your world, your world customer
Your world, your world, your world, your world

I said, "i'm sure your faith in what you cannot see
Has made your slumbers sounder but it won't work for me.
I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises i've heard
From my lips and others of a brighter world."

"now i'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot picture land,
An exhausted atom in a grain of sand.
They who can't be frozen like a teenage corpse
Must be isolated and tied up in knots."

Fake chrome and a lick of paint
And a change of name announced
By some menswear dummy turned messenger
Of a master whose name he cannot pronounce
You feast on bargain-basement dregs
Get your self-delusions off the well-worn peg
No new hierarchy, female or male
No santa, elvis or holy grail

Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to inspect
What both feeds and defets you--no respect
I'm beaten, but i still reject
This world, just like a sentence
Without crime or guilt or sin
So give the panda back his skin
And give the berries back their gin--chorus

As I washed the blood off she yelled at me
Though no blows had been struck
And she still looked so serene
Then she started to cry
Then she burst out laughing
Then three sharp words in that warriors tongue
Id learned them well
Through this night in hell

Im not ashamed of my body
I never said you hurt me
With your faithless wit and your aimless guile
And your [fall from] hands and your shame faced smile
Everything you touch is gonna turn to dust!

Not a stone will stand upon a stone
Not a stone will stand upon a stone

As I washed the blood off she laughed at me
And asked whose reincarnation I might be
I said, Im not your father
Or the-two legged beast who scarred you
Though I have done great wrongs of my own.

They were long ago
So how could you know?

I never asked for your pity
Thats just as well if you ask me
Then the lights went out
And a rumble built to become a roar
But she screamed, its you!
Every day you wake is gonna end in hate!

Not a stone will stand upon a stone
Not a stone will stand upon a stone

I didnt know what to do
How could I tell her the truth?
I climbed up out of her hall
And went to sleep on the roof
When I woke up to the sun
Her brother brought me some food
And we played cards until noon
Five stories up from [...? ]

The pools of blood and the blasted rocks
And the children screaming who will never stop
And the blast of heat
And the stench of gas
And the lost dogs fighting over human scraps
And she called to us from the street beneath
My footloose ways will be the death of me!
And she took the hand of a drunk militia captain

Not a stone will stand upon a stone
Not a stone will stand upon a stone

As I washed the blood off she spat at me
And said its about time you died
My outbound train gave a sickening lurch
And I hung my head and cried
For shame I sat and cried
I could not help but cry

Greyhair fool, shoes undone
The fields ahead
Leaves black as coal
Landmark-free, no walls, no trees
To greet him on this night of his return

Chorus:
So who will love this lie on legs
Who cant change skin and is not yet dead?
The universal foreigner
The homeless greyhair son

Scrambles blind up muddy slope
Then silent shakes before rusty gates--chorus

Theres a house, its roof caved in
A rusty wreck of car
A lightning-blasted tree
And a man who says, so here you are--
The boy who broke the plough,
Who struck his father down,
Who told us to be damned
And betrayed us to the englishman!

Who will love this lie on legs?
On paving-stones Ive made my bed
Not a living soul now speaks my name
But here at least I have my shame
I thought to come and taste once more
What the priestly fables all ignore:
The un-eternal consequence, says the greyhair son

Greyhair fool, shoes undone
Hilltop at dawn
Now hews his plough
Wind blows on
The soil is poison
He sets to work, he and his plough
Final union--he and his plough

Lift up your head, lift up your head
Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile
Awaits you like a stewardesss mortuary smile

Youll miss all the fun, youll miss all the fun
A rich man turned pauper, his death marked [a sham]
I cant get back to see it, til you lift up your head

Me and mine are fools, me and mine are fools
Say our elders who despise us, though were no longer young
Theyre tired of our sneering, and weve blocked out their main streets sun

Theyre sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with pride
Resides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak]
The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping wrists
Confide in some crimson [page]
And pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed hair
Old age

Rolled out of here, is sun bright and clear
And we hold the fortune, in our cumulous
Theres nothing else on earth that I will be part of
Why waste a lifetime on soil which wont bear fruit?
And why argue with gangsters who only smile and act mute?
If he pulls that trigger, as he says he must,
Then to them, goes the last word [and then]
The sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just

But thats never enough
But thats never, never enough

(Im gonna kill myself over your dead body
If you fuck anybody but me.)
(these people...[...? ]...the shit out of these people.)
(Im with a girl and we couldnt [get ran over? ])
(Im going to piss on you.)

Alcohol, heroin, thc
[...? ]
[resignation, irony...? ]
[...? ]

Chemical (cosh!)

One for the rich, and one for the poor
The only distinction is the thickness of the front door
[...? ] though I dont give a fuck
[you play this game, the land is yours]--good luck

Chemical (cosh!)
Its the only kind we got (cosh!)
If you wont come across!

They will have it known youre mad if you wont fit their equation
They will have you for not being rich or body-tax evasion
And theyll pay some stoned stockbrokers son
To phone and say, Im coming round and bringing my machine gun.

Chemical (cosh)
Its a [...? ] and a boot in the chops
In the [...] decade which denim forgot
[got? god? ] (cosh!)

He and she, their empty house
Hes awake, she sleeps
His eyes are for one sight alone--the purple window

Now his desires, his secret wish
He never lets her see
cause he keeps it here for the shape that lives
In the purple window
The purple window

Celebrations and perspiration
And exploration are gone for good now

The end is sometimes hard to see
The way is wide and clear
But with contrition here, remission there
Well, it could take weeks or years
And theres the purple window
The purple window

You know where his love goes
And he can see the girl dance
Every move, every line
And he can see his own funeral
In the purple window

They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good
Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood
She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand
She had to face eternity, so why not this mumbling man?
Who bought himself a wedding suit at a local warrant sale
It belonged to some old turkish man whod owed and gone to jail
He would caox her mind with talk of love to make her body kind
Because people hate the truth, you know; they need their pack of lies

Growing tired of being foreign, being spat on and shortchanged
He demanded that she leave with him for the land from whence he came
They were herded on like cattle to a ferry at high tide
This unkempt, aging orphan and his helpless, dying bride
But he left her at the other shore crying on the deck
She was slumped against the rail as he had struck to free his neck
And the customs shed was empty as he made his way inside
There were no chimpanzees in uniform to hear his pack of lies

Now shes ascending into heaven with contentment on her face
And holy God is there to greet and batter her into her place

But meanwhile back on earth, we see the prodigals returned
And theyre making him the chieftain and theyve come to him to learn
How the neighbours in he rich land better steal and kill and lie
And when they ask who calls the weaklings there he just shrugs and says, not i!
Though surrounded by diseases, I stood tall and kept my health
I could have been important if Id been somebody else
The moral of this story is: this lands a victim-farm
Dont you ever feed a beggar here, hell eat your fucking arm
And dont blaspheme the strong ones if you want to stay alive
Now smile and give them thanks when they say, heres a pack of lies!

He sits in the light of the carousel
With his children running round his knees
While the wind howls down through the fishing boat mast
The lights sway and the barkers freeze
Well, his clothes are ragged and his smile is bright
And the world hes in is only his
So let no fool come up and look at him and say,
Howd you get to be like this?
Not even 30 yet and youre like this!

North atlantic wind will warp our resting veins
It will dissolve you finally
And naked youll die, under the black sky, lost and alone

In the all-night party at the chemical plant
Everybodys feeling grand
The irish peasants havent had this much fun
Since their ancestors fled the land
A man with a hammer smashes down a wall
And everybody shouts, hooray!
And the virgins get taken in the shower stalls
Where the cyanide comes up the drains
Dont call an ambulance if you cant pay

North atlantic wind will warp our resting veins
Itll put you back down in your place
And take that arrogant look off your face
North atlantic wind will cut through bone and brain
Oh, be glad that you can still feel pain
Because naked youll die, under the black sky, lost and alone

[irish news report:] (the air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from achain island...)

Aodhagan went hunting for food and money
Through the streets of walthamstow
But the dim sunday passed with nary a catch
And the dogs came home alone
Eat me now...
(we inspect our genitalia on a regular basis.)

(Im) attacking the ones who are weakest of all
On their dim walk to work with their eyes slit so small
For the dawn and the path and their shekels of mine
Fortune wont smile, I must be brutal or die

Now I live by the railway with the rest of the coven
In a hovel vibrating lit by tandoori ovens
Where we keep the ransomees
We get raided on fridays, we get drunk when they leave us
We discuss ways to die, ways we could have gone wrong
We dont mention the now
We can see no way out
We draw skulls on the walls
We draw blood from our balls
We play catch with the rats
(still) the silence wont crack though we heave and we hack

Look what I stole! look what I stole for us, darling!
Look what I stole! look what I stole for us, darling!
Maybe were dead, I forgot
Theyre hunting us, so maybe not

Oh, let us mention her torso: heat, electrical chaos
If it burst she would die, oh, oh, oh
Wasnt it kind of her to let me in?
Will it get fat when its older
Get all riddled with cancer
While she stays the same person who is fucking me now?
See the view from above of the sofa of love
With the roof cut away, cars and people out there
And the stains spreading out and out, blood running cold

Look what I stole! look what I stole for us, darling!
Look what I stole! look what I stole for us, darling!
We used to be human beings--not anymore!
Ill have her washed and brought to you
So you, my wife, can know her, too!

No one comes from here and so Im not afraid
Everyones the same as me
We dont talk the same so we dont talk at all
And our hosts just look on with glee

Im the bishop of babel now
So its low, yes its low you must bow
Though my flock may sneer and mock
Im the bishop of babel now

Youll see me in the street in golden hat and cape
And blessing all the waifs and strays
In the [hail and] shine, smiling, resigned
And abandoned to foolish ways

For Im the bishop of babel now
As even stray dogs will allow
The poor folks flock around and remark,
Look, the bishop of babels down!

Oh, Im the bishop of babel now
And my [audience] dont count in this town
[if relic] and flock here set to rot
Im the bishop of babel now
Sad old bishop of babel now

A walk in the woods after a storm
Through waves of steam and graveyard gas come overground
The unwalked path, the dimming light
Not day or night, just always while life remains on hold

Everybodys sorry, everybodys sorry
If words are to be believed
World without mercy, world which deserts me
Faces gone, just trunks of trees

Get it together, get it together-gether, yeah, yeah...
You can do and say whatever you like
I can take it, I can listen, but Ive only got the one life
What am I going to do? every year find another place?
Get out, get out, get out, get out of my face

A walk in the woods at the birth of night
Where soft shapes come to fill the glowing space
And now the book in my hand is closed and sealed
To wander blind is all this walker needs

Everybodys sorry, everybodys sorry
Well, you can keep your form of words
World with an exit, Im there and I know it
It takes me in its arms
It takes me in its loving arms

Get it together, get it together-gether, yeah, yeah
Youll know me by the knives sticking out of my back
Im a traitor to my friends and race, a traitor to my class
Want to see my blood? well, there wont be long to wait
Maybe by then youll get your cover story straight

A walk in the woods after a storm...

When my taxi arrives, say that Im dead,
Having swallowed my leg
And come to the bedroom again
Let us begin shrinking the walls
And counting our ears, in sweat, as we crawl
Get me to the wilderness on time

When I look round your eyes
Theres a space at the side
Where ten more eyes could hide
And theyd squeal when they learned what I mean
Madame obscene, sweating skulls clean
And my genuine celticness shines
Oops! it just struck me blind
Im such a spiritual guy

Get me to the wilderness and bury my leg in some bog
And tell me all about right and wrong
And tell me life is serious and zip up your dress
And get me to the wilderness on time

Here he comes, in the dead of the month
His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched
Secure with his third world expectation
[...] open sewers of degredation
I hate his guts though we we have not spoken
[...] feeling? you must be joking!
The lambourghini cleaner scowls
Everybody hates the holy mugger
Yeah, the holy mugger

I have to send this blacklist out
And watch these rakes crawl past my house
The silence here has driven me mad
Jihad, jihad, what the fuck was that?
The holy mugger
The holy mugger
The holy mugger

In a week, hes dead, nobody talks
But they never do--it was his own fault
His bodys in the gutter, just the way he fell
We glower at the sight and ignore the smell
And its closing time at the shiatsu brothel
And the rail track breaths a rickety rattle
The burglars drive their hearses home
The kids stay in and learn to speak in code

Who dunnit? I dont know. I dont know!

Here he comes, he never died
He calls the street [...]
And a whitewashed cap on a swimming peak
Find his fortunes on his feet
[...? ]
I am now a [...? ]
Ill accept that this is normal
[...? ] it must be formal
The holy mugger
The holy mugger
The holy mugger
The libertine nazi from hell!

I just survive any way I can
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention
I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher
They call me the [???] to Islam's plan
I am! I fucking am!
and now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay
but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come with me
to [????] and [????]
And now they call me the [????]
That's me!....
On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know's flat
This is the one possible mystic act
Breakfast with Bandog / Morning coffee with Khali
Golden gutters where we can beg
You run to the cupboard
with your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead

The model volcano by the giant gas tank
The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank
The poorhouse next to the uniroyal palace
A tower of riches, beside it the abyss

Sit in the gridlock under the stopped clock
Long for a new taste? suck on a breeze-block
Your brain is a doughnut, your spirits a dry cup
This place has the poison to fill them all right up
Lockdown london--
Headbutt the pebble-dash

The girl with the bit nails and fondness for blackmail
You made her a secret, now she knows she cant fail
Your weakness was known well, she earned her a bombshell
Her lifes worth of grievance now hangs from your coat-tails

The little drummer-boy sadly (though eloquent) bitches
Too old for the bluff game or overnight riches
He meets with your pen friend, they speak of your badness
And compose a duet--sounds like tarzan and callas

Ive been a victimiser and Ive been victimised
Ive been a sly betrayer who has been demonised
Ive been an instrument of all I hate
So heres to all you absent leeches--safe
Im not around to hear your pious speeches while youre...

Chorus:
Waiting for a date from the loyaliser
Waiting for a date from the loyaliser
Crying for a sign from the loyaliser
Time always on the side of the loyaliser
Into thinner air with the loyaliser
You get older, you get scared but you get no wiser

Now you must adjust your ears to the sound of trouble
Getting louder and louder and louder and louder
Forget the like-with-like, now there is only other
As the walls begin to buckle and turn into powder

Cowed figures under railway arches
Wait for the coming storm
Theyve already seen your great provider
In his true bloodthirsty human form
Time to get criminal-minded
Take any way out when you find it
And those who stay around do so because theyre blinded
No light at all when youre...chorus

Lockdown london...
Just a prison...

A necklace of rubber, burning bright
A burning rubber necklace for my angels delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
For the rich mans militia photographing my block
Kill a cop. why the hell not?

Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for you: dead
Got a trampoline--your fuckin head

You roll down my street in your gleaming new car
Ive got no secrets, cash or time left to give you
But Ive got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angels delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, dont save it

Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have what you ask, but not in cash
[with a? ] credit card, a payment slashed
You can put it where your mouth used to be
You can put it where your dick used to be
You can [...? ] looking at me, looking at you
[...? ] blacklist, [...? ] blacklist
What do you do when words collapse
And all thats left is broken glass?
I know, I know Im trapped

Ive got a holiday in a big oak box
With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*
Kill a cop, kill a cop,
You lay a hand on me, Im gonna kill you, cop.
Hey! lets all kill some cops.
Some bailiffs.
Assholes.

* pc plod is a well known and derogatory name for a british beat cop. its capitalized, like john q. public.

(one was taking the gate down today and one reads the bible.)

Welcome to apeville! now youre a citizen, too
Meet mrs. doreen pompidou
Shed like to do the shimmy on top of you
The wall is coming down
The one which holds the house up
A brass band playing in a dumptruck
Is visible through clouds of brickdust
As people dressed as cows form an orderly queue
For a drug that makes you dead for a second or two
I raise myself from my punchbowl, drowning:
The yakuza are singing--it cant be true!

Go home, Bible mike!

Her hand squeezes mine and I shudder
She says, that was one shock, now here comes another
You really dont remember, do you?
I said, why? am I supposed to?
Me, the slut of dishevelled women
Whom fun has made sad and careless?
And shes knocked me onto the greasy floor
And a eunuch is barring the only door
Pilar, in her room above the farmacia,
Smiles as she pictures your little thing
Imagine her surprise when she looks through the window
And sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing,

Go home, Bible mike!
Go home, Bible mike!
You preach without a right
Go home, Bible mike!

You dont make me laugh, you dont make me horny,
So what the hell are we doing here?
Gasping all night in this nazi city
You bit it, Im bleeding, were sliding in my blood
Fucking with my blood
Market my blood! market my blood!

You got a tourist mind
Deaf, numb and blind to all the pain you bring
This is more than just sin
Am I really such a nightmare? if I had a home Id go there.

Anytime you like
This court says, take a hike
The slate will not be wiped
Just go home, Bible mike
Go home, Bible mike....

Born to refuse, and raised to exclude
Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:
The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were evil, the writers were evil, the homeless were evil, the workers were evil, the summer was evil, independence was evil

Grown and released with the heart of a thief
Wanting only to seek the very gentlest of streets where
Nobodys evil, nobodys evil....

So easy to hate
Just look at the face
The nose in the clouds
The bulge in the brow
And the head on backwards
The need to escape all visible space
Continuous drift to depend and dismiss
And the head on backwards

(evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, man well get even, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) evil man!

Here comes the fun
Blink and its gone
See what youve won
The ends just begun
I am the demon, I am the demon...

The morning is hell
The night full of blood
Each sickening smell announces a flood
In a human holiday
No wall at the back
No light on the map
No fiction, no fact
No fibre now...chaff
In the human holiday

(evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil demon, quit while youre even, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) evil man!

Im clearing my desk
Its time for a rest
Tomorrow is dead, so the worms have been fed
With the head on thatwards
The washing of hands
The kissing of feet
The failure which brands
Nightmare without sleep
To any fool with a grievance, its open season!

(evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, quit while youre even, evil, evil) evil man!
(evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) evil man!

The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white,
Is rapping on your window
cause he knows youre hiding here tonight
Hes travelled from the city to your country slum
Under rain and black clouds
And the burnt-out silver sun

Hell drop you where you stand
Lift the roof with his bare hands
And hand you down his just demands
As you huddle in your tiny corner

The door-to-door inspector now sits to eat his lunch
He scowls at last weeks paper
In the workers cafe, hushed
You made your choice whan mocking the ways of true grown men
Now may your woman-love protect you
As you face this grevious punishment youve earned

Hell drop you where you stand
Then journey home to wash those hands
And to his bed hell trembling go
Passion not spent, a man alone
(with his hand)

A glass ravine
The low clouds which wink
The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig
Wide rutted streets
666 park avenue, yells a big red sign
As if some anglo-saxon in love with his doom
Left such a cheeky shrine

Then all at once the daylight came
The river lay ahead
In it stood a wooden horse so tall
The water reached but half its leg
A sign nearby read damn your law--this horses hollow core
Contains the means for your destruction!
This all passersby ignored

Save us, save us....

When the great explorers, fortune hunters
Slave men, conmen set their sails
They dreamed of monsters without brains
Great hulks to block their treasure trail
Well, they got by with homicide
But heres the end to the magic spell:
Now the monsters lie in mouths, in veins
In genitals, in empty bellies

Baby, baby, wont you treat me kind?
Im only a white man who longs to die
To end I need the power that you must give me
Send the children outside! dont resist! dont cry!

The ray of hope as hoe of rape
Reflecting light from tractor headlamps into the victims face

We bleat about our pain and how we lost and feel defiled
And we cry all night for santa claus to make our blizzard mild
The poor kind european white man never hurt a fly
We were friends to all the races, every woman, every child
Save us, save us....

So back in the dirty hotel I lay in my clothes and I slept. I dreamed that I was face-to-face with an amorous dragon who wanted to kill me and beckoned. I approached, unsheathed, and said, "
S go! lets go! lets go!

Let me be at one with my destruction
Wont you please acquaint me with your beautiful loss?
Lets go!

Her uncle wont support her now
He loves his masons more
With their boy scout songs of jahbulon
As they flocked to gore some whores

She says, you wont get me home
You wont get me home
Everything I own is gone.

They built a wall around the town to keep her plague within
Until all of the unclean had died atoning for their sins

You wont get me home
You wont get me home
Leave my mouth alone
Youre old -- youre old!

You wont get me home
To jump my tired bones
Now leave my mouth alone and go!
Go! go!

The prince of caledonia, he drives a diesel van
Yeah, he peddles skag in hamilton
Hes the reality man, reality man

Youre not your own executioner, no
Youre not your own executioner, no
Youre not your own executioner, even though they tell you,
They tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!

(you will have a baby, a monster, an evil monster conceived in your womb, as big as I am small, and possessed by the devil himself!)

Born to refuse
Raised to exclude
Fed myths to disprove
By post-colonial prudes:
Speaking is evil, silence is evil, exile is evil, [...] is evil, [...] is evil, [...] is evil, [...] is evil, the future is evil

Evil man
Evil man
Evil man
Evil man

Here comes the fun
Blink and its gone
Blacken the sun
Yell as you run:
I am the demon, I am the demon...
(evil man, evil man...)

Evil man
Evil man
Evil man
Evil man

(youre like a [...? ])

(evil man, evil man...)

(you will have a baby, a monster, an evil monster conceived in your womb, as big as I am small, and possessed by the devil himself!)

A box full of groceries
Rotten clothes, shes torn her knees
In the main street chill
She sleeps at night in broke-down cars
Squirts the dreams into her arms
She says, junkie-man, have your fill.

Well, she had friends that went abroad and do not write
She says the hardest ones are those who stay behind

Chorus:
In the valley of the dead cars
They would end it all if they could start
They sent out their kids to wander the world
Now they can rest at last

Youre out scootin by the graveyard
And youre looking for a brave heart
Couldve been your lover but you said you never gave
You have to be home early
Or youll get smacked round the head till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet
You hump the devil, you hump the police
Criss-cross harlem playing hide-and-seek with death

And now she lurches off as haughty as a queen
To take the waters in old skibbereen--chorus

So I took her back with me to my own true place
Which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage
Overlooking a disused waterfall
And we lay there in silence, fruitless silence
Until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me

They come withal in their japanese cars
They know where the good meal bargains are
And they spy by the side of the road
In the twilight, rain and storm
She juts her thumb in futile haste
Contempt to her is sweet to taste
The nuns told her, do not waste sensation.

When the towns are all just smoking empty shells
She will still be here doing what she does well

In the valley of the dead cars
At the mouth of a flooded mine
I will embrace you hard
And well wait for the sun to shine
In the valley of the dead cars
The valley of the dead cars

(this is bucharest, radio romania international.)
(the only solution--another revolution.)
(the sexual revolution, like any revolution, is claiming victims.)
(the only solution--another revolution.)

([...? ])
Hes shining brightly, he cant be a man
He is the genius of the carpathians
Hes running checks on his mothers womb
Hes gonna be reborn real soon
Goodbye! goodbye, yes!
(ciao, ceaucescu!)
(the only solution--another revolution.)

Oh golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended with a w

Goodbye! goodbye, yes!

(I almost wish we could get over here for a recording session.)

(yo, sweetheart, see you later
[goodbye], its no secret
Youll feel better if you cry
When waitin for the bluebird that sometimes come
So lay your head down and cry.)

(the sexual revolution, like any revolution, is claiming victims.)
(yo, sweetheart...)

Goodbye!

(the only solution is another revolution.)
(ciao, ceaucescu!)
(this is bucharest, radio romania international.)
(ciao, ceaucescu!)

Meanwhile, in london things stay the same
The untenable must be maintained
Whos that knocking down my back door?
Its the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore

Goodbye!

This is mister blank calling, gorgeous
From the slum which time ignores
Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste
And every breath is a holy war
Were you sleeping? do you hate me?
Ive been dozing in the midnight sun
And Ive solved all of my problems
Making the many into one

The good times are all over
I dont care, it seems I missed them
But I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,
Your fond contempt, your faithful rage

Youre a rose
Youre a rose in a crown of thorns

You dont mind the queues, the burning trains
The squalid, mute despair
You dont mind deceiving lovers
You ignore the stinking air
Well, now accept youre just a person
Not the touchstone, not the face
Of the ages past, their grandeur
And the death-wish of the master race

The dawn sky is getting bleaker
Our demise could not be neater
And your face hangs down before me now
Like a rootless flame; in awe I stare

Youre a rose
On fire
Youre a rose in a crown of thorns
Well, I think youd better hang up on the jerk
Its been too long, too long, too long
From now on theres only gonna be one way
One way traffic now
The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...

You awake, lying still
While light makes landfall
In the steel suburban room
The windows show, row on row, all the same:
More people are summoned round to chase to blue

Your lips still work, you know your name
But know not why nor whence you came
You have no past, you have no guilt
Youve arrived, youve arrived
Dreams, nightmares are through
Youve arrived, youve arrived on valhalla avenue

You were a drunk, you kept a filthy home
And you hated hard with confusion in your heart
The barren weeks, the amnesiac years
Youd put the world off till tomorrow and let despair tear you apart

Well, now theyre breaking down the door
Your hideaway is safe no more
Scream as they drag you from your bed
When you recount from a bleeding head

Youve arrived, youve arrived
But redemption was not for you
Youve arrived--goodbye to valhalla avenue

So long! cheerio! bye bye!
Ill see you later on! next time, I hope its fun!

Green bed of bottles, open to the sky
Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry
He says hes sorry, tender as a lamb
She says, go, meaning, stay, meaning, you have to pay

Behind the moon, in the dead zone
In the darkness where lovers all are blind

Sources of light in this land of the dead
Are electric shocks and blows to the head
The silence broken by his voice alone
Saying, yes, meaning, no, as he tears down their home

Behind the moon, in the dead zone
Ill still be calling, calling out for you
Behind the moon, when all hope has gone
Well, what else would you have me do?

Green bed of bottles
Green bed of bottles and bottles and...

August the 20th: yes, folks, its another cold, clammy day in england. a large crowd has gathered around the police station. everybody--everybody--wishes to have contact with a certain little ir
Riter within. not to discuss his works, though the works are known to them; theyve been published in the tabloid papers by the police under the heading barbaric butchers brochures.
They want to tear his very head from his body, for what it is alleged he did in the way of mortal damage to two soldiers in a nearby public lavatory. the night draws in. nobody would say a word
Him, except a fool like me [(and his skin)].

In rainy ireland in the 50s
There outside a pink farmhouse door
A small bertie, playing at digging trenches,
Asks, daddy, whats the blowtorch for?
He said, the torch will cut the cars to turn them into sculpture
So I can express what I feel. the college men may laugh,
The farmers persecute me, but I do for myself. so should you.

Come look at berties brochures
Youll be enchanted, I am sure
The whole worlds in berties brochures:
All the wisdom, the smiles of dear friends

Through freakshow britain, through the eighties
Bertie works in labs, though his fathers aims still endure
Though only at night does he do his real work
Learning, writing his brochures...

For he still believes that everyones a poet
And that all he has to do is to set it down
And so transform the milkman,
The waitress and the gunman into immortal art!!

Now theyre laughing at berties brochures
Detectives with crowbars and skewers
They see things in berties brochures:
Their own hatred of all other races and their fear

Dont laugh at berties brochures
He would not if they were yours
So what if your enemy is there?
Berties an artist, so why should he care?
Its the north european peasant experience

(lyrics / music--scott engel) published by carlin music corp.

Long about now shes heading home
Black from the rain, burnt to the ground
Her ashes will rise
Black butterflies flapping at my windowpane

Shell want to rest with my desire
All the way to the end
Lighting my skies all up inside again
[limping? ] summer

Long about now shes heading home
[drown in? ] the games that steal man
Long about now shell shrug and sigh
And meet me again

(lyrics / music--richard thompson) published by warlock music ltd.

High up above the crowd
The great valerio is walking
The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud
And time stands still as he is walking
His eye is steady on the target
His foot is sure upon the rope
Alone and peaceful as a mountain
And certain as a mountain slope

We falter at the sight
We stumble in the mire
Fools who think they see the light
Prepare to balance on the wire
But we learn to watch together
And feed on what we see above
Until our hearts turn like the seasons
And we are acrobats of love

Chorus:
How we wonder, how we wonder, watching down below
We would all be that great hero
The great valerio

So come all you upstart jugglers
Are you really ready yet?
Who will help the tightrope walker
When soon he tumbles to the net?
So come with me to see valerio
As he dances through the air
Im your friend until you use me
And then be sure I wont be there