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1 David Jay

She blamed him for stoking up controversy
In a dreamworld
It's a long way down from Heaven's gate
In the absence of a jury
The case continues
White lies

Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by lunatic and drinks
The graveyard scene
The golden years

She’s in parties
It’s in the can

it'll take you to the top
and out to the edge
shoot up needles through your blood
lay ice under your sledge

shift, crank, pull
shift, crank, pull
adrenaline, adrenaline

All we ever wanted was everything

All we ever got was cold

Get up, eat jelly

Sandwich bars, and barbed wire

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two new pence to have a go
Id like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow
Put the audience in action
Let the slaughtered take a bow

The old man's words, white hot knives
Slicing through warm butter
The butter is the heart

White on white translucent black capes

Back on the rack

Bela lugosis dead

The bats have left the bell tower

Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the great sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore

What do you want of me
What do you long from me
A slim pixie, thin and forlorn
A count, white and drawn
What do you make of me
What can you take from me
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Let me rip you up and down

dncing on hot tiles
dancing on tender-hooks
dancing down church aisles
dancing on holy books
dancing on hallowed ground
dancing nyjinsky style
dancing with the lost and found

Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please, miss lane
Leave me with some pain

He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite
Side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which

We're going down
We're going down
We're going down
To the kamikaze dive

Fishnet leatherette
Pussy Galore
Pseudo Sumo wrestler

I dare you

To be real

To touch

To touch a flickering flame

Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance
Nine lives on the spirits

'Til the desert suns prevail
In every scream eternal
Locks out boredom forever
Paints your fishes black

To the great indian in the sky
Our father resides in no sky
So this a form of patricide
In which the children also die

The Endless Summer of The Damned

Shed no tear for mother earth

Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream

Take a fish
And a potato
Hold the fish
And the potato
In your hand
In your hand

Put the potato

Bauhaus - A God In An Alcove

Go and look for the dejected once proud
Idol remembered in stone aloud
Then on coins his face was mirrored
Take a look it soon hath slithered
To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad
His nourishment extract from his subjects

The man who was mortally wounded in war
Kept on fighting
The man who was cut to the quick by love
Kept on loving
The man who was merciless tortured by thoughts
Kept on thinking
The man who was crippled with concern
Kept on caring

Ancient Earth work fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes
The most fearful hide deep inside
And venture not there upon Yuletide

For invasion of their hollow hills
That music hold and Oberon fill
Is surely recommended not

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
Say whose on the tiles tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle

Marylin's on
Send her by air mail paravion
Certificate of x-tacy in my head

You fear the lesson
And fear to walk
And fear to pass on
Your fear to talk

The teacher was feared
Your parents too
Then you became

A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calmer eye- flick- shudder- within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that theseus laid

In the night in the chair
He sits there, he sits tight
No more cans, no more crime
See the place, see the time
You never know.

He walks light, don't know how
Maybe now, in the night

And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why
Each journey lasts an age
And my throat feels dry
It must be the lesson
Hidden deep inside
It must be the lesson
So roll the tide

Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream,
King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean

Lonely people burn like candles,
only we are clean
Lonely people burn like candles,

Move his way
Nice and Slow
Paint it all black
Let the humorous glow
He feels like sacher-masoch
And the fire below
Is licking at his lips

The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He's seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes

From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You'll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels

be like a dog
lay float on my back
pull my feet off the ground
let my head hit the sack

i'm muscle in plastic
nyjinski's bad move
just a white show piece

Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation
One eye's closed in fear, anticipation
Will it stay shut? Will it ever open?
What if?
What if?
Nerves.

Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses

in the marbled reception hall, i received a three band gold
ring, from mark, a token of esteem, running through ghost
closet locker rooms, to hide from peter, who has fallen to
the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly
endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth.
a wind rushes through hall, whistles as it breezes through
the narrow slits in the green locker doors, i hide in one
of these, no. 13.

In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark. A token of esteem. Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. A wind rushes through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, number thirteen.

Barely concealed but hopeful
Blackout
Blackout!

I will clinb this high wall
In rememberance of Clancy

My card, pretty lady.

Devil May-Care Music Production, Beelzebub Scratch, President.

I like your style, too bad you're not a singer.

Oh, but I am, I am a singer!

Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk
From my last cold-turkey attack

I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon

Virgin Mary was tired
So tired
Tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints

They came from next door

And a bewildered stream of chatter

Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks
The graveyard scene
The golden years

She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)

Following the silent hedges
Needing some other kind of madness
Looking into purple eyes
Sadness at the corners
Works of art with a minimum of steel

Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade

Her gaze hit the side of mine
So I opened it out
To destroy what you thought was difference

So I lied to you once again
So I painted over you once again
So I die before you once again
’what’s the difference’

Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
See the young man in his new gown
Talking up to his bouffant drag
He says he loves you with flowers
Something that he's never had

Back in the good old dance when dancing meant exploding
The idea was simple for a decent overloading
And for a multiple flash with no cords attached
He came up with a more remote flash trigger
It's connected to an accessory in his hip
Which automatically fires in perfect synchro
But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle
They call it the dance

In a crucifiction ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony
Stigmata bleed continuously
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me

Stigmata oh you sordid sight
Stigmata in your splintered plight
Look into your crimson orifice

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained and whipcream lies
I feel that if i had been uglier
It would have been easier

There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat
And the 'the rat'

Telegram Sam
You're my main man

Golden nose slim
I know's where you been

Purple pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning

His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple questioned,
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
In his West German home
Three shots from three feet
Dragged himself to the phone

Shoes that no man would want to wear
Wipe away the night's last cold stare
Red fist curled 'round the house
Was away boy Shelly's shoes
wash

Chocolate power is so crisp
The atomic open house is really here

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes screaming
You try to pin him to the wall
You end up on the ceiling
Locked in a dome
The shadows flicker by
He's the madcap pusher
Delerium the drug he's dealing

Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's sick function to pry
The spy in the cab

Coldly observing- callously reserving

Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers
Because the wind makes a mockery of men
Your soul becomes a fish
You swim in idle waters
And drink other fishes piss
Your soul feeds on fish
On piss, puss and men

There were tims
There was pork
There are legs
There are skarks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker

I wanna be something better
a better singer
a better actor
better job

Better money
better get her
better lover

I'm sitting tight, I'm holding still
The flowers bite, the cobweb?s still
We walk in file, we stand in line
The drug is in and we did not

Since you've been so lonely
Pain will cease to tease you
Scars may not be ugly

Consider green lakes
And the idocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool
The wound in the face
Of midnight proposals

White on white translucent black capes
back on the back
bela lugosi's dead
the bats have left the bell tower
the victims have been bled
red velvet lines the black box
bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead