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The Sing Sing Chair 5:060:00/5:06
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Vampire Sunrise 5:040:00/5:04
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Pretty Machines 3:460:00/3:46
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Clockwork Tokyo 3:340:00/3:34
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Russian Dolls 3:460:00/3:46
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The Telescope Song 3:520:00/3:52
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Warsaw Golems 4:120:00/4:12
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Lady Stardust 5:090:00/5:09
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I Hear Voices 4:020:00/4:02
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Red Candy 3:160:00/3:16
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Empires 4:300:00/4:30
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Impossible Equations 3:550:00/3:55
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Aquarium Glass 3:470:00/3:47
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Man Of Tomorrow 3:490:00/3:49
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Mad Scientists 5:240:00/5:24
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Million Moons 3:420:00/3:42
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Hail Mary 3:430:00/3:43
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Wooden Horses 3:500:00/3:50
Lyrics
Vampire Sunrise
Hellfire preachers in Rhinestone boots,slicked back hair, lipstick, horsehair suits
They glow like foxfire ,buttons for eyes
Disintegrating in a vampire sunrise
All I ever wanted was to be somebody good, but I’ve got a devil who rides my blood
Everything will be ok
Everything will be fine
Blue skies and Bluebirds
And the sun will shine
Before we were nightmares you couldn’t escape
Before we were monsters that kept you awake
Before we were gothic, fog, gaslight and Jack
Before we found out when we’re cut we bleed black
Midnight riders, white robes and hoods
Ain’t no hate quite like Christian love
The Golden Age of small town terror
Yesterdays are quicksand, you can sink in them forever
Rock Paper Scissors
Buddha on a rooftop,19 floors nearer to heaven
Just him and some pigeons, and an AK47
This must be how God feels, before he finally slams the door
When smiling and serene just won't cut it anymore
We'll drive out till the engine stalls, and the cold air kills the radio
I'll brush your hair and wipe your lipstick off, undress you in the snow
Those dots on the horizon are the last birds heading South
Winter hangs so heavy I can taste it in my Mouth
You were just obeying orders,I hung on for the ride
Rock, Paper Scissor, lets just let God decide
Your doing me a favour, they're lining up to throw that switch
There are still some places out there ,they'd burn me as a witch
Every game starts off the same, I follow where you lead
Rock paper scissors ,I laugh and then I bleed
EMPIRES
The Boys Book of Empire is next to my bed
There's a map on the wall, nearly half the worlds red
Lets raise our glasses to our colonial pets
God,King,Queen and Country, the sun never sets
We stood on the rooftops , saw the faraway fires
Watched the flags going down on all the empires
We used to be giants, now we are nothing at all
Thats what happens when you take your eye off the ball
Lift up the drawbridge. plan the escape
The natives are restless ,let them eat cake
Last night of the proms, ST George's last stand
Random pieces of England ,slip through my hands
We used to be giants, now we are nothing at all
Thats what happens when you take your eye off the ball
Thanks for the memories ,it was a wonderful show
Lock the door, turn the lights off, it's time to go
Not a single thing to be proud of
Red Candy
Got a black dog in my sightline , a monkey on my back
The night outside my window, pushes hard against the glass
Everyone is somewhere else, I didn't see them leave
I've got my red candy, and thats all that I need
White noise howling in my eardrums,skin criss crossed with scars
My head is filling up with sunshine and my heart is full of stars
Three wishes for everyone, loaves and fishes for everyone
White noise howling in my eardrums ,skin criss crossed with scars
My head is filling up with sunshine and my heart is full of stars
Hydrogen And Stupidity
No plan B
No last minute escape
No divine intervention
No plot twist by fate
Everything is upside down
The near is further than the far
The sky is full of flying fish
The sea is full of stars
The hammer strikes the anvil
The iron bleeds the sparks
The changing gears, the cogs and wheels
Lights blinking in the dark
The universe is empty, except for you and me
a lion's den of hydrogen and cruel stupidity
Fi Fi Fo Fum
I must have stayed in worse hotels but I can't remember when
The rats are playing peekaboo with the cockroaches again
If this town was a boxer it be a ten count on the ropes
Outside my room a searchlight moon turns the tourists into ghosts
Fi Fi Fo Fum, ready or not here we come
Father Son and Holy Ghost
This is not the promised land its not even close
My my my what big teeth you have
Fi Fi Fo Fum, ready or not here we come
Fi Fi Fo Fum, ready or not here we come
Release The Hounds
All the big boys and their hangers on, the heavy hitters and their goons
Stand around, looking important ,while their wives drink and watch cartoons
They'd sell their mothers and their children
Put the whole world on the street, till they cant take no more
jump from the penthouse floor
To splash dive on concrete
Release the hounds and start the rumours, collect our pound of flesh
Burn the churches and the hospitals ,the orphanage is next
We are up to our necks in it, we are up to our necks in it
Stumbling through the blackout ,terrified I'll see the light
My hands balled into tiny fists, my eyes screwed shut tight
Here come the Blue Sky architects ,stepping out from the sunrise
Taking pictures of everyone, Bedlem in their eyes
We are up to our necks in it, we are up to our necks in it
Land Of The Giants
I came home to a fridge magnet goodbye
A pretty rainbow coloured 'Fuck You',and die
I crashed to the ground,rolled over the floor
Just like the last time and the ten times before Ive got proof the world is flat and one day jesus might come back
got a photograph locked in a box of Kubrick painting fake moon rocks
my body's scarred with phaser burns, acid blood and zombie bites
Planted plastic flowers underneath the towers were walt disney sleeps in ice
Land of the giants is on the tv,the actors just stopped and pointed at me
Aztec pilots, green skinned girls, sunset on a dying world
Pyramids and hieroglyph s,dawn of man black monoliths
Ive got proof the world is flat and one day jesus might come back
got a photograph locked in a box of Kubrick painting fake moon rocks
The Pale Men Low winter sun streams through the blinds and it hurts my eyes Pins me with its yellow gaze but I can't look away Quiet drifting snow falls like unanswered prayers on an empty church Seeps through my skin and in my bones, colder than the stones Round here our footsteps make no sound, because we walk on hallowed ground Between the space of love and hate, we will take that leap of faith This is my toy soldiers grave, all the dolls we couldn't save This is were we lowered the flag on every dream we ever had Suzie runs a meth lab on the far side of town Cuts it with bleach and strychnine, got to keep the junkies down The locals call her ghost girl because she's seldom seen Her skins as pale as candlewax and feels like a Mad Scientists In the Great Tinseltown massacre, no-one really died They just fell slowly to the floor, held their breath and closed their eyes Nobody saw a damn thing, nobody heard the shots The blind gumshoe found all the clues , call off the keystone cops The rain outside my window , falls hard but makes no sound All the bad seeds grow to wild weeds , split and crack the ground Crazy super villains make plans in secret lairs Hypnotise with their ray gun eyes,Mad scientists everywhere History is full of yes men, nodding, never asking why Till the tide turns and they get burned, and left hung out to dry The rain outside my window , falls hard but makes no sound All the bad seeds grow to wild weeds , split and crack the ground Impossible Equations Baby your a car crash, caught between revolving doors People like you need people like me to point out their flaws Stick with us and we'll reinvent you Wrap you up in cotton wool and protect you Sooner or later, when the dust finally settles We'll pat each other on the back and hand out cigars and pin on medals In an alternate timeline, in a starless vacuum I planted the Roman Eagle on a faraway moon Useless equations, meaningless drivel Forks in the road, might have been ripples The Man Of Tomorrow Calls himself Salome but he's just a fat guy dressed in drag Struts a catwalk only he can see, wears a vote for Loki badge His pale moon shadow lipstick is a magnet for the moths Kicks his way through Soho, scaring the Emos and the Goths He can't remember coming home, wakes up on the floor His little heart is beating faster than it ever has before C'mon, C'mon, C'mon baby do your worst C'mon, C'mon, C'mon lets see who blinks first I'm not feeling myself today, I'm not feeling myself today Someone to show the way someone to follow Whatever happened to the man of tomorrow Clockwork Tokyo All the dancers twitch ,like they have nervous tics, even when the musics slow My Rorschach blots look like giant robots, running amok through Tokyo I'm the city and the city's me, polished steel, glass and concrete If you cut me I bleed neon, spilling colours on the street I remember you in springtime, a pink cherry blossom sky Young ,beautiful and tragic , Madam Butterfly We watched the faces of the passengers as the bullet trains flashed by Everyone was smiling but there was panic in their eyes Don't think about the destination, its enough that we arrive The roads on fire behind us ,just shut up and drive Radio Silence Bring me November, 1973, gonna put it in a bottle, toss it in the sea Maybe light a candle, make a farewell speech It might wash up in a hundred years on a faraway beach Throw me a party, roll out the guests, all seething with anger and bitter regrets All brand new and shiny, fake pearls and gold leaf Scratch off the glitter, see whats underneath Annihilation, disintegration ,there's less of me here everyday Atom by atom , kaleidoscope patterns ,I can feel myself slipping away On the ropes ,then the canvas, taking the count,radio silence, over and out Cast me adrift on a wild, restless sea, a walk through a minefield or tiger country Just to get through it, just to survive, just to remind me that I'm still alive Annihilation , disintegration ,there's less of me here everyday Atom by atom , kaleidoscope patterns ,I can feel myself slipping away On the ropes ,then the canvas, taking the count, radio silence, over and out Fragile and brittle, everything aches,I'm scared if you touch me i'll shatter and break The Last Thing To Burn Time's a cruel mistress, with a bad reputation Wild drama and mood swings for every occasion Part of the furniture ,the familiar landscape That part of suburbia from where no light escapes And I can't breathe I think somebody famous, lived here between the wars Spoke in all these spaces, walked across these floors He wrote poetry and painted , invented strange machines Held parties in the basement so you couldn't hear the screams And I can't breathe Baby, you can take a memory, weigh it down with chains ,bury it at sea Like restless ghosts they always return, the past is the last thing to burn.
Every word an arrow, every touch a stranglehold
Every kiss a shot of Novocaine ,that left you numb and cold
Every day a showdown, under siege behind closed doors
Everyone a veteran of a thousand civil wars
Hail Mary Every party is a battlefield, making smalltalk, mixing drinks Everyones a sociopath, everyones a shrink Put me on a pedestal or nail me to a cross One day you adore me, the next you ignore me, show me who's the boss We sit opposite each other, blank expressions on our faces All the words we ever shared, free falling through the spaces Eat,Sleep,Panic,Repeat ,Eat,Sleep,Panic,Repeat Nobody waves a white flag, begs for mercy or the truth Good Morning is a call to arms , between these walls, under this roof
Put me on a pedestal or nail me to a cross
One day you adore me, the next you ignore me, just to remind me who's the boss
Eat,Sleep,Panic,Repeat,Eat,Sleep,Panic,Repeat Hail Mary, Hail Mary Manhattan I used to pretend I lived in Manhattan Or any place on the map where something could happen So real I could touch it, smell the New Creek River shore Hear the soft subway rumble, the rush hour roar Between the cracks, where X marks the spot On that one piece of real estate that God forgot No-one to follow, no-one to lead us No dustbowl prophet, no Hollywood Jesus We Made A Monster There are two moons rising in the sky tonight The highway glows in their cold dead lights Cacti shadows reach like giant hands Geckos dance on the desert sand When I see the mercury rising and I feel the pressure drop Next time when it rains , it might never stop I talked too much when I was young, the words just tumbled off my tongue I never learned to shut my mouth and smile Mummy drank, daddy took drugs, Christ, he doesn't even look like us Lord above ,who is this cuckoo child We made a monster, we made a monster And theres not a thing that you can do I'm midnight, moonlight, Halloween Candle wax and plasticine Everything I do s a cry for help I'm infernal ,I'm divine Vampire , werewolf ,Frankenstein Some days I don't recognise myself Are you scared yet, are you scared yet Suki Rules The World Suki drives a Firebird, collects bone china cats Has a house up in the mountains with artificial grass Naive , superstitious, believes in love and fate Drinks green tea every morning, watching the sun rise on the lake In the blind eye black, trickling through the cracks, light falls on a girl Alone in bed, in her head, Suki rules the world You are nothing and thats what you'll always be I wish I had a dollar for every time that was said to me Suki grows rare orchids, goes for long walks on the beach Reads and speaks dead languages ,Coptic, Latin, Ancient Greek Everyones a hero , a hair's breadth away from glory Everyones a villain in someone else story Above a soft blue velvet ocean, the moon hangs like a pearl Alone in bed, in her head, Suki rules the world In the blind eye black, trickling through the cracks, light falls on a girl Alone in bed, in her head, Suki rules the world Norman Rockwell All the parakeets went crazy, just before the earthquake hit Elvis turned in his grave, we felt the shockwaves on the Strip Reverend Allbright didn't notice, he was playing chess with God A girl with ultra violet hair , ran screaming out the fog A sailor and a showgirl, shared a neon chapel kiss I thought, Norman Rockwell, could have painted this Ku Klux Klan,Son of Sam,Doris Day and Rosa Parkes Nina Simone, Al Capone, Babe Ruth and Groucho Marx A fighter plane from World War One, came crashing out the sky The pilot hadn't aged a day, black holes turning in his eyes Sunlight shines on polished chrome along Route 66 I thought, Norman Rockwell, could have painted this Vietnam, Superman, Mom ,the flag and apple pie Neil Armstrong, King Kong, swatting biplanes from the sky Marilyn Monroe, Geronimo, Malcom X, John Wayne Sharks versus Jets,Camel cigarettes, Gene Kelly 'Singing In The rain' Wooden Horses They always arrive early, boxcutter smiles, blood on their hands Rolling out new blueprints and their masterplans In that sweet tangle of twisted flesh, ozone on her skin, absinthe on her breath Cool heads and low profiles, they don't want to start a panic They never raise their voices . they just crackle like static Lady Lazarus is the secretary , she keeps the books in Purgatory Cross the T's and dot the I's, everyone will form a line The world ticking like a Swiss Watch and the trains will run on time Wooden horses ,wooden horses If it all come crashing down, we won't even make a fuss We'll hide or burn the evidence, pretend it wasn't us Wooden horses ,wooden horses Dear England Dear England, whatever happened to that stiff upper lip? Grace under pressure, Dunkirk spirit? Meet under the clock, last train has gone That sweet propaganda,Keep Calm Carry On Poor old Britannia, slipped out of fashion Last seen in the 60s, still missing in action The rain on the leaves , sounds almost like words Or the soft beating wings of invisible birds
Meet under the clock, last train has gone
Sweet old propaganda, Keep Calm Carry On
Dear England, lets zip up the body bag
Hang up the crown ,let the sun go down, draw a chalk circle round the flag
Tin Man
I always felt invisible, so I built myself a wall
Shrunk a little more each day, till I wasn't there at all
Always caught between fight and flight
The crushing disappointment of an ordinary life
Part of the furniture, the familiar landscape
That part of suburbia ,from which no light escapes
I had so much potential, I made so many plans
Mea Culpa, no excuses, I was putty in their hands
The gifts that keep on giving, plague ,war , fire and flood
We grew Venus Fly Traps, watered them with our own blood
I wish I was Tin Man
Mount Fuji Subterranean Society
We met on Sunday afternoons, above the sleep disorder clinic
Discussed everything from UFOs, teenage pin ups , cartoon physics
We were always awkward, never comfortable in our own skin
We could join a cult again, try harder to fit in
Mount Fuji Subterranean Society
Everything is swept away, carried by the flood
Spirals to a pinpoint, before it disappears for good.
In a Hammer Horror angry mob, we stormed castles, destroyed monsters and burned witches
Joined a ghost town marching band, scared the tourists taking pictures
We wore steampunk glasses, jackboots and stick on stars
Sick bed thin, pale and interesting, , proud of our needle scars
Mount Fuji Subterranean Society
Do you think it has a ring to it? Do you think it has a ring to it?
This is What You Could Have Had Bring me back a souvenir ,old venetian glass A piece of wood from the one true cross ,a Checkpoint Charlie photograph Send me a postcard, from where the sky is wide and blue Silk Road sand beneath your feet, sun streaming down on you Swim to the horizon, where the ocean holds the sky Show me seven wonders ,see Naples and die Anything that you can dream ,magnified and supersized All wrapped up inside a flag, served with cola and french fries Something for everyone, something for everyone Swim to the horizon, where the ocean holds the sky Show me seven wonders, see Naples and die Blow out all the candles, hand out the cigars I drag my years behind me,I carry them like scars This is what you could have had,This is what you could have had The Sing Sing Chair DJ's got a head cold, sounds like he's breathing glue Dancers watched him gasp for air, smiled when he turned blue The birds outside my window ,scratch patterns on the pane God,I feel so close to something, then it disconnects again I've still got too many secrets ,locked inside my head Late night conversations, with God the Devil and the dead All my childhood airbrushed vampires, flash their teeth and too much skin Flutter where the light ends, begging me to let them in The sky has new looked so blue, sunlight shimmers in the air The clock hands crawl, till the moment falls Across the Sing Sing Chair sandalwood and sea spray, on a Venus fly trap morning Blood runs slow and heavy, all my senses crawling The sky has new looked so blue, sunlight shimmers in the air The clock hands crawl, till the moment falls Across the Sing Sing Chair We cut our skin and mixed our blood Is that close enough to love? Is that close enough to love? I Nearly Saw the light Blah! Blah! Blah!, I need an exit out i just want to watch the movie, but you won't shut your mouth Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! What a hullabaloo Headless chickens everywhere, feeding time at the zoo I wish that I believed in something, just to get me through the night Rolling down Hank's long lost highway ,I swear ,I nearly saw the light TV rhinestone jesuits, hold out collection plates Part the Red Sea for an encore, all between commercial breaks It looks like the last train, is leaving Neverland Invisible Birds The Miracle Police The Miracle Police are on the streets tonight Checking everybody's ID, flashing their badges in the light Killing questions, stopping rumours, trying to calm the nagging doubts That blooms like poison flowers, eats you from the inside out Satellites are falling, holy heavy metal birds No alarms, no early warnings, no goon squad on the stairs Did you dial H for Hero, call the cavalry? Maybe we can save you, we'll just have to wait and see Superficial, charming, vicious, shiny bright and cruel Reptiles in the sunlight, at the deep end of the pool C'mon and see the pretty lights,I guarantee they'll make you smile C'mon and see the pretty lights, they'll distract you for a while Tell Tale Heart Turn the volume up on the TV, switch on every light All my senses overloading , every nerve stretched tight The ticking clock, the dripping tap, the tell tale heart beneath the boards All my neighbours conversations, bleed like Bebop through the walls The Dream Police want answers, so they are kicking down your door The carpet turns to quicksand, You are melting through the floor Christ ,I've never felt so strong Burn the books and heretics ,dust off the ducking stools sweet friends Their sleight of hand and conjuring tricks won't save them in the end I get the feeling that I'm hollow, almost paper thin If I concentrate and focus, i'll see the skull beneath my skin The Dream Police want answers, so they are kicking down your door The carpet turns to quicksand, and you're melting through the floor Christ, I've never felt so strong Cuckooville Time passes differently in Cuckooville, every sign says Slow,Don't Panic We keep our collars up and our heads hung down , the rain plays glockenspiel on traffic The accent's kinda hard to nail, a sandstorm blowing in your ears Like they brush their teeth with whisky, swallowed razor blades for years Random drive by conversations, light up the night with angry sparks Every word a speeding bullet, that always finds the heart We all outstayed our welcome, we all got old and slow I don't want to stay another minute, but where else would I go Someone burned the fancy dress shop down, made the early evening news Napoleon drove the getaway car, the Queen of England lit the fuse Screeching tyres and flashing blues ,just like the shows we watched when we were kids All the cops looked like old porn stars, no one battered an eyelid The scenery's a little shaky, but thats all part of the deal Fresh paint splashed on paper mache and the skyline isn't real The zig zag girls smoke cigarettes, drink coffee in dark rooms Get by on adrenaline ,run on empty tanks and fumes They reminisce about the past, the close calls and near misses all the twists and turns, points of no returns, all the missing jigsaw pieces We could have done better, we should have done better A Million Moons Graffiti in the subway, Tagline still running wet My psychic girlfriend's calling card, we broke up before we met Staring out of sepia in old Empire camouflage Naked on a tiger skin, in the last days of the Raj The sky is full of lanterns and helium balloons In orbit round the city, shining like a million moons I used to thrive on mayhem, lunatics applauding Sedatives and champagne keeps me dreaming through till morning The Lighthouse Keeper's Song A wilderness prophet, in Levis and sneakers A bible belt ,cornfed, teenage American Jesus win, lose or draw, the body keeps the score Blah! Blah! Blah!, a cut price sermon on the mount I just want to watch the TV ,but you won't shut your mouth We watched the swans at Willow Park , sail like galleons on the pond Waiting for the radio, to play the lighthouse keeper's song I felt the pull of gravity, it had never been so strong Pulled the words right out my mouth, to the lighthouse keeper's song Shine, shine , shine, shine Creatures Of The Night Hey, can I escape, the Fate that waits for me to slip The sniper in the tall grass, the bullet with my name on it All the creeps and bottom feeders, cast no shadows in this town Every night is Halloween and you can't turn the volume down We can't stand our own reflections, so please turn off the light We all look like junkies or creatures of the night All the pretty monsters, stop their cars, get out and stare At the strange pink eyed albino girls, brushing moonlight through their hair
A penny for your thoughts , are you sure that you're ok
You blanked out for a moment there ,looked a million miles away
Christ I'm almost empty, just running on fumes
Aquarium Glass
Alice saw a shooting star, from the backseat of a truck
Keeping up with the Kardashians, suddenly was not enough
She strutted like a showgirl, dragging limelight in her wake
Swam with all the other clownfish, moved like a featherweight
She always wore the same expression, blank meets laughing gas
Like she was in an exhibition , staring out aquarium glass
She folded origami animals, cast strange creatures out of clay
When she slept beside you, she was all of Time and space away
The King Of Disneyland Nod your head ,say yes to everything Laugh politely, smile on cue keep your eyes shut and your mouth closed we'll take care of you Don't ask any questions Never look them in their eyes Always wear your white gloves don't touch the merchandise Release the doves and light the fireworks Roll out the carpets and brass bands All guns blazing ,all flags waving For the king of Disneyland Only speak in soundbites Shout their slogans loud and clear Remember someone's always watching All the walls have ears We joined hands in a circle, sang to the machines Raised the ghosts of Super 8, Betamax ,all the might have beens My paper boat is sinking, night's about to fall This Island I was born on ,has never felt so small Release the doves and light the fireworks Roll out the carpets and brass bands All guns blazing ,all flags waving For the king of Disneyland Blue Moon Monday Hallelujah, light a candle It's been a while but now I'm back A vision in Versace I look so cool in black Baby let me lay my hands on you Baby let me lay my hands on you All I want is everything I'll throw you the scraps Some days it's jus not worth the effort Of even chewing through the straps Baby let me lay my hands on you Baby let me lay my hands on you All the blackout drunks and junkies Everyone you threw away All the sideshow freaks, brass knuckle priests Have washed up here today I've got miracles for everyone Sweet southern baptist smile Disciples in my pocket God himself on my speed dial All the blackout drunks and junkies Everyone you threw away All the sideshow freaks, brass knuckle priests Have washed up here today It's not the long ,dark stretch of hard road The rainfall the blind bends It's the tiny doubts at 3am It's hope that kiss you in the end This is not a Blue Moon Sunday This is not a Blue Moon Sunday Cold War Postcards A bullet rain in Chinatown, trades punches with the cold A thousand paper lanterns, turn the world to red and gold All those cold postcards finally arrived Low under the radar, words as sharp as knives Paint everything that doesn't move Paper over all the cracks Hang ribbons on the streetlights Roll the sky in bubble wrap We watched the sunset from James Simon Park Tourists melting in the rays In the ebb and flow, where the lost dogs go Ticking off the long blue days Lets call in some favours, lets go for a ride Crash right through the zones, dig beneath the bones Till we reach the other side We watched the sunset from James Simon Park Tourists melting in the rays In the ebb and flow, where the lost dogs go Ticking off the long blue days Walking Wounded She rode into town on a pantomime horse, fireworks exploding,giants and dwarves Green paper dragons, dogs in costumes Punch and Judy purgatory, on a Sunday afternoon We fell into line, under a spell, sleepwalking the borders , between Heaven and Hell She scrawled lines in the dust ,wiped them away , I ain't a rebel baby , but I love my Che Guevara beret Caught in those twin beams ,dumb,hypnotised, I tumbled head long, into those event horizon eyes She pressed her fingers to my lips,held a seashell to my ear, Telepathy and chemistry ,there are no secrets here Christ , I feel like Punchinello, all dressed in red and yellow, I'm such a clever fellow ,rootatootitoo, rootatootitoo That's the way to do it ,push hard and crash right through it That's the way to do it ,push hard and smash right through it She looked so otherworldly, in those pearls and satin gown It made me feel unworthy ,I just had to shoot her down Pride,ambition,arrogance ,all the adolescent fevers I'm sorry Sir ,we don't have the cure for those particular diseases
Did Kubrick film the moon landings? Are the Flat Earther's deluded?
Are faith healers, true believers, or just the walking wounded
Dead Stars Delilah's dreaming on a barstool Thirty years past her prime October trembles at the window A reluctant valentine It's hard to tell who's breathing Or even who's alive The ceiling fan died screaming Hasn't turned since 55 We fell in love in aisle eleven Between the cliches on cheap cards I woke up in a bathtub Missing a kidney and my heart The snow turns ugly beautiful, hides the bruises and the scars There are diamonds on the pavement , I'm walking on dead stars
I've got drugs you've never heard of, cartwheeling through my veins (why so blue ?)
waves from faraway blue oceans crashing in my brain
Cold dead stars ,in my mouth and on my tongue
Cold dead stars ,beneath my fingernails ,in my lungs
Pretty Machines The city looks beautiful tonight , a bullet hole moon fills the streets with light We watched the traffic lights change , and the sirens flash Listened to the rain , against the glass Soft words and tangled sheets , eyes opening from a dream Am I a real girl , or just a pretty machine Could you love me , could you love me You look like you've been crying ,said its me or her Gave me both barrels of your fluoride stare I don't want to talk about the past, words give it power and it pulls you back Fault lines and breaking points, torn apart at the seams Am I a real girl or a pretty machine Could you love me ,could you love me This is why we can't have nice things , this is why we can't have nice thing
Stone Age TV
I was stopped in my tracks ,by Cole Porter on the radio Picked me up and dropped me back Just in time for my favourite show I cant shake the feeling,I've been here before, Sitting at this table ,Waiting for you to walk right through that open door Mix me a martini ,while the Jetsons save the galaxy We'll watch cowboys chasing Indians On black and white stone age tv There's a light on in my mothers house ,fake snow falling through the trees A spotlight artificial moon ,canned laughter on the breeze Did I tell you were beautiful, God ,I hope I did But I couldn't get my head straight then, I was such a mixed up kid Could you pour me a strong coffee I need to stay awake to see , cowboys chasing indians On black and white stone age tv
Dummy Town All heads turn on Bleacher street, when the black sedan rolls by Heading out to edge of town , where jazz records go to die What do you do when, the cool cats all stop swinging What do you do , when the Bat Phone just stops ringing Hey honey hold that thought for me Pour us both a drink Line them up and sparkle , its later than you think But you know that, you know that Overnight in Dummy Town the population turned to stone I saw Rod Serling in a coffee shop He said this place feels like home What do you do when rock bottom hits you back What do you do when that thin ice starts to crack Hey honey hold that thought for me Pour us both a drink Line them up and sparkle , its later than you think But you know that, you know that
Slow Moving Clouds
Burn the books ,the witches and the unbelievers
Smash all the pretty idols, the faithless and blasphemers
Stone every dark eyed beauty that slipped from your control
Round up the new age heretics, put them all against the wall
Lock them all away forever, throw away the key
Wrap them up in chains and bury them at sea
The Dream Police want answers, so they'll kick down your door
The carpet turns to quicksand, you are sinking through the floor
We came with the rain , sang you to sleep
We called and you came ,followed like sheep
Do you ever feel confused ,not quite sure who is who
Part a movie ,that's already half through
Earthquake, fire and flood, plagues of Egypt, raining blood
Everything Beautiful Is Far Away
A chorus line of car alarms , mad dogs and TVs
Conversations with subtitles, in Korean and Chinese
A girl with plastic ear rings has OD on the couch
Pomegranate seeds ,spill like rubies from her mouth
As she assumes room temperature, her spirit takes the floor
Light stops and bends around her shape ,as she glides out the exit door
Dust motes settle on the shell of who she was ,and could have been
Someone plays the Basement Tapes and quotes the Emperor of Ice Cream
The pavement turns to quicksand, dissolves beneath your feet
And one by one until there gone ,the lights go out on Scarlet Street
The silence here is brutal, it sucks the whole world dry
The moon and stars are falling, they're too heavy for the sky Litter and graffiti ,a trickle of decay
Everything beautiful is far away, everything beautiful is far away
Here Be Dragons
Elvis never left the building ,he just got the Vegas blues He runs the Flaming Star Motel, with Bruce Lee and Howard Hughes There's a convention for Flat Earthers ,every second Saturday Tupac waits the tables,Jimmy Hoffa's the DJ Jesus lives on Venus in an air conditioned room, sends letter bombs in Christmas cards to nazi bases on the moon A retired U Boat captain sells maps to sunken cities Claims Hitler was his neighbour ,in Argentina in the 60s Come round and down the rabbit hole with me We can take our blindfolds off ,see what we can see Here be dragons, so don't wander off the path Here be dragons, a blank space on the map The CIA beam signals,to keep us all sedated Happy and contented , docile ,medicated Umbrella man sells coffee at the grassy knoll cafe For 10 dollars you can hold the gun that really shot JFK
I don't know where the hell I am or how I wound up here
I don't know what my name is, the day ,the month, the year
I just need a minute to get my breath back ,I just need a minute to get my breath back
Ink Black Fairy Tales Mother burned my story books,Peter Pan and Captain Hook Narnia and Never land, Christopher Robin and the gang I remember the toy box wars,Action Man on that old rocking horse Her sweet voice rising and her crazy eyes,her bitter poison lullabies Those ink black fairy tales,where the heroes died Beautiful stories,for an ugly child Say your prayers, drift away,before the closet monsters come out to play Mark the page ,let's pretend,but you don't want to read the end I remember as the door was closing,the shadows smiling and the wardrobe opening The nightlight fading,the bedsheet ghost,all the things that scare me most Those ink black fairy tales,where the evil queen Kills Sleeping Beauty in recurring dreams You mixed your colours,to paint the weather It's raining outside, and it will forever Every drop sounds like her laughter ,welcome to your 'Happy Ever After Black Paper Skies Oh we're slow, we"re not quite right you know They put mercury in our milk ,when we were young We painted lead soldiers in heroic poses Time bombs ticking in our heads and in our lungs We hid in plain sight in the faraway towns Dressed like everybody else, kept our heads down The kings of batshit crazy were Solomon and Saul They painted mile high swastikas on the Wailing Wall The pills they took just magnified the madness and the doubt Tinfoil hats and mindfulness , couldn't keep the bad thoughts out We made our plans behind closed doors Eisenhower ,Nixon, Valiant Thor One day I"ll stand up ,throw my arms wide Tear a big hole in these black paper skies Stare into the abyss ,find the Devil or God The White Rabbit or Alice,the Wizard of Oz There are no pills for this, there are no pills for this Turn off your TVs tonight , watch the black paper skies fill with light Look whats coming through Sinking Ships In my attic ,wrapped in plastic,are all my favourite toys Untouched,unrealistic,the genuine McCoys John Kennedy haircut,Cheshire Cat grin blank eyed and perfect,sweet pink vinyl skin In my dreams I'm fifty storey's high,the ground shakes when I laugh Each hand, holds a hammer,and the world is made of glass There'll be no witnesses,just myself and "Old Man Moon" Baby you're not sorry yet ,but you will be soon This is not the executioner's song,they play before you die It's not the hangman's ballad or the poisoned chalice,Or the last chance lullaby Wake up ,wake up, it might already be too late , We're burning daylight honey, and you know that they won't wait Hey kid,hey kid ,we were born under a blighted star Hey,pale and interesting, will only take you so far Enter Mister Morpheus ,he's the villain of the piece Gold dust sparkling in his hair ,diamonds flashing in his teeth wake up, wake up, hey open those baby blues You were always here for me and now I'm here for you Hey kid,hey kid, we were born under a blighted star You're the only reason, I made it out this far This is were the war began, this is were we picked our sides Whatever happened to that wild haired boy and the girl with absinthe eyes? You were always a sinking ship,you made your bed now lie in it Thats the trouble with shooting stars ,they burn so bright but crash so hard
Build Me An Ark Sweet,rose tinted yesterdays,Wile E Coyote dead highways we cheated time,when we were young We braved the winter air,rime frost glittered in our hair Just to taste the snow flakes on our tongue Now I feel the pull of gravity,like I'm standing on the edge of the Sargasso sea It drags me down, and drags me deep,to the rolling beds were shipwrecks sleep Fun house mirror afternoons,a million me's in a million rooms,waiting for the telephone to ring The feeling I've been here before,the Gideon bible in the drawer,but I've lost faith in everything There's a statue of Jesus and his palms still bleed 'Montezuma and the Prairie Dogs' play to tumbleweeds The paint is peeling off the walls and doors ,Jacobs Ladders crack the marble floors The dead girls chorus line are here with me tonight Their eyes shine hard like diamonds, sparkle in the light Their feet fall soft as snowflakes ,their lips are cactus cruel They glide like Chinese lanterns across the swimming pool Ooh we won't ever get to Heaven, ooh we won't ever get to heaven Right on Cue ,they crawl out of the woodwork,for their curtain call Shimmering, in peacock feathers,beneath the mirror ball I'm not sure ,when I look at each face,If it's them or just me that's haunting this place Build me an ark,build me an ark,build me an ark ,build me an ark Numbers,32.23 your sin will find you out One day you'll gonna look back ,and wonder what the fuss was all about
Your Lightning Will Come
The Flying Dutchman sails the frame,across a canvas sea
Beneath a William Gibson sky,the colour of TV
Does my radio trickle through the blue,wake mermaids from their sleep?
Do they cha-cha with drowned sailors,a thousand fathoms deep?
Welcome to Bathsheba, population three
A bullet riddled mannequin ,a tumbleweed and me
This is not what we signed up for ,this wasn't in the dream
The is not my happy ending,closing credits scene
Oh my favourite enemy,we both know how this ends
In another life,in another time,we might even have been friends
The sunlight burns like phosphorus, tingles on my skin
Like breathing on another world ,where the atmosphere hangs thin
Does my radio crackle through the dark,trigger spiderweb vibrations?
Do they hear them on dead channels,in the static between stations ?
Welcome to Bathsheba, population one
I blinked under the mirror ball and everyone was gone
This is not my top down road trip, hair blowing in the breeze
This is not the long kiss fade out, we saw in old movies
Oh my beautiful enemy , let's shake hands and walk away
Skip this town, call off the showdown, live to fight another day
Your lightning will come,your lightning will come
If you stand tall long enough, I promise you your lightning will come
Wild Plastic Flowers I found our faces in a photograph,staring out across the years God,if I could send a message back,join the dots from then to here Hey did you just say my name,or was that only in my head Laughter fills these empty rooms and shadows share my bed
Hey did you forget your pretty thing,part alley cat,part slinky spring
You said my nails were painted knives, that used up all of your nine lives
I sprayed in the underpass. scored our palms with broken glass
We made our plans and drew our maps ,Time split his sides and the Gods just laughed
The nightingales are quiet now, they may never sing again
Lord,feels like the first day, of a 100 years of rain
You used to say I was your kryptonite ,half Lucretia Borgia, half Snow White
Yeah ,looking back I was the Wicked Queen,who stepped right out of your bad dream
The one thing i remember,is not the who, the what,or where
It's the wild plastic flowers,tied in your hair
Oh we were so young,oh we were so young
Before I Disappear
Ventriloquism for dummies, cave painting by numbers
Birdsong in a gas chamber, miracles and wonders
All my friends talk gibberish, their faces blur to abstract art
My head swims ,my hands shake, the panic attacks start
Can you see me over here? Before I disappear
I can't breathe, my lungs are filling up with sand
Choking on the air, drowning on dry land
I found a broken Barbie doll washed up on the beach
A dolphin lay beside her , her handbag in its teeth
Can you see us over here? Before we disappear
Look,I'm melting,dissipating
Transparent and disintegrating
Lord, I'm crumbling, decomposing
Oxidizing and eroding
All your faults and virtues ,what you remembered or forgot
Time will take it anyway, if you want it to or not
Can you see me over here? Before I disappear
American Gods
Play it again Sam,play it for me,I've seen things,you people wouldn't believe
We'll always have Paris,there's no place like home,I'm the king of the world,I want to be alone
I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too,fasten your seat belts, here's looking at you
This confession has meant nothing
Nobody's perfect,you talkin to me ? Gort ,Klaatu,Barada,Nikto, Heeere's Johnny
I know it was you,you broke my heart,I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way,your tearing me apart
Come on partner,why don't you kick off your spurs
We're off to see the wizard,Lions and tigers and bears
This confession has meant nothing
I threw money from my penthouse to calm the restless mobs
We're the original,accept no substitutes ,bona fide American Gods
The prism splits the sunlight,violet,indigo, blue
Just like that album cover I used to fuck you to
Sometimes i'm the ocean,sometimes I'm the sky
Sometimes I'm the windshield,sometimes I'm the fly
Sometimes I'm the blessing ,sometimes I'm the curse
Sometimes I'm the atom,sometimes the entire universe
Sometimes i'm the pen,sometimes I'm the sword
Sometimes i can't keep still,sometimes I'm so fucking bored
Some times I'm leaving ,sometimes I arrive
sometimes I'm immortal,sometimes I'm barely alive
Resistance Is Futile Cigarettes and silhouettes, detours, dead ends, doubts All my pretty lab rats ,desperate to get out Resistance is futile,you will do as we command Resistance is futile,surrender while you can Ozymandias takes centre stage,there's nothing in those dead doll eyes He sings 'Tomorrow belongs to me',and something in me dies Resistance is futile,it's an old snake charmers song Resistance is futile,and we knew it all along They found me out near Potter's field,running naked in the rain Tearing pages from 'The King in Yellow',I'll never read that book again From here I can see the line,where the ocean meets the sky I thought I saw you walking on the waves,from the corner of my eye Christabel and Geraldine, crashed the party with Lenore Doubting, dreaming dreams,no mortals dared to dream before Resistance is futile, it's all been left too late Resistance is futile, are you dreaming or awake If you walk with me I'll show you,the ruins ,tattered flags Where coyotes pick the bones clean of every dream you had Brick by brick I built this wall ,link by link this chain Everytime I finish,I tear it down and start again
Don't Open Till Doomsday
Round here the wild Cassandra grows,up through the cracks on every street
Dogs die,frothing at the mouth,they go mad in the heat
You've probably heard that Halo beach is nice this time of year
But baby if you saw this place,you'd thank God that your not here
Sunshine trapped on postcards, a blue,bone china sky
Ships on the horizon,where painted seabirds fly
Before you buy that ticket,before you pack your bags
This is Jonestown wearing lipstick,Heaven's Gate dressed up in drag
Did you get a pretty parcel,tied with a shiny bow
A hand written letter, from someone that you don't know
Don't open till doomsday,baby let me sleep
Don't open till doomsday ,let me rest in peace
Catch me if you can sweet boy ,catch me if you can
You've been drowning since I met you ,sinking in quicksand
Time is just a word here,to hang the sun each dawn
All the clocks stopped working ,on the day that I was born
Baby take a deep breath,hold it in and count to ten
Yeah I know your angry , this is now and that was then
Did you get a pretty parcel,tied with a bright red bow
A hand written letter, from someone that you don't know
Don't open till doomsday,lock it up and lose the key
Burn it,wrap it all in chains,Bury it at sea
My father cried at movies,he was a sentimental fool
In the empire of his living room,he was Genghis, cold and cruel
My mother walked on eggshells ,built herself a wall
Shrunk a little more each day,until she wasn't there at all
Every word an arrow,every touch a bullet hole
Each kiss a southpaw sucker punch,that left bruises on my soul
Every day a showdown,High Noon behind closed doors
Her porcelain dolls the victims, of a thousand civil wars
I still hear their voices, ghosts still haunt this tomb
Chills the blood at forty paces,sucks the light out of the room
Save The Day
The Cuckoo Choir sing rebel songs, hymns for wild dogs
We keep our doors and windows closed,worship different gods
Those blank eyed girls look stupid ,but they rule the neighbourhood
My god,the heart of darkness has never looked so good
Two actors in an old film,standing in the rain ,they've spoke their lines a thousand times,and they'll do it all again
I've never seen the Devil move so fast , he's kicking sparks up from his hooves
God can't keep his face straight ,he's just staring at his shoes
Your on the wrong side of a firing squad ,back against the wall
I guess you didn't get the memo,all for one and one for all
A ring side seat at evensong , with all the demons that you fear
I can tell you Hell is empty honey ,all the devils are right here
We came crashing out the radio ,on a wave of feedback and delay
we've come to take the night back and maybe save the day
A Jesuit in rhinestone boots with a freak show Caberet
Has come to paint the town red and maybe save the day
We took drugs in the parking lot,sprayed our names on all the walls
Two musketeers, just drinking beers,all for one and one for all
You came grinning out of nowhere with God's very own screenplay
we're going to change the ending and maybe save the day
Wake The Dead
Earthquake, fire and flood, ten plagues of Egypt, its raining blood
Remember Cordelia how she scared us all,when she danced her shadow stayed on the wall
She never answered when we called her name
Hung out with the dead saints on Salvation Lane
Eyes tight shut,wordlessly, talking to someone none of us could see
Ripples turn to tidal waves,lead to solid gold
Midwives set timers for devices to explode
Green eyes, behind a widows veil,red hair streaming like a comet tail
Pale as marble, gold halo,barely breathing in the falling snow
Is that ventriloquist's doll ,still stealing your lines
Is he pulling your strings,are you partners in crime ?
Round up the usual suspects, drag them from their beds
If they sing loud enough ,we can wake the dead
Ring the bells and read the riot act, leave nothing left unsaid
If we speak loud enough ,we can wake the dead
Ran with the shadows on these empty streets,went toe to toe with those brass knuckle priests
Took a ten count in the confession box,Lord , when will all the voices stop
There's something strange about the past,how it reaches out and pulls you back
Cordelia, humming in that old psych ward,fingernails on Miss Deville's blackboard
Is that ventriloquist's doll still starting fires
Twisting the knife,pulling the wires
Baby I'm not crying,I've got something in my eye
But for a moment there, I saw two sun's in the sky
I think it's time to go home,time to go home
Underworld
Elijah and me , stumbled and slipped
Down snakes , under ladders , joined at the hip
Shop windows light, our evening floorshow
Cars horns applaud our sea diver tango
We'd sell our own mothers for dead presidents , our faces on a billboards ,a gold star in cement
Baby cry Havoc ,release the wild dogs
Draw a line in the sand ,against impossible odds
Let's go out singing,let's go out defiant
Let's go out swinging,let's go out like giants
Walk out into the lake , till you can't feel the floor
Swim till your pretty arms ache , and you can't see the shore
It's time to surrender , hold up your hands
Wave a white flag ,make a last stand
Destiny calling,can you carry that weight
Karma and Fortune, Kismet and Fate
Lonely Feels Like Home
In the ruins of the comic book store ,where the geeks made their last stand
We found a goth with black capped teeth ,stars painted on his hands
I was never really good or ever really bad
All I want is yesterday ,milk and cookies ,mum and dad
We stripped the clothes off mannequins ,then danced with them on the street
Used our friends for target practise ,crushed their bones beneath our feet
No fatted calf or welcome mat ,no surprise party thrown
I've been by myself so long ,lonely feels like home
No ticker tape parade for me , just a non stop combat zone
for all the frightened rabbits out there ,lonely feels like home
Now you put fish hooks in my Cheerios ,drain cleaner in my cup
Turned me 360 ,turned off gravity ,I can't tell which way is up
For My Next Trick
Top hat and tails,black,waxed moustache ,sleight of hand,pantomime laugh, my beautiful assistant
Red carnation, white silk gloves,a pocket full of doves,
Watch them vanish in an instant
I'll pull a rabbit from a hat, saw the whole damned world in half ,for my next trick
Pick a card ,don't let me see,there's nothing up my sleeve,for my next trick
Crystal balls and pentagrams,holding fire in my hands,
can you see me in the back rows?
Pulling flowers from the air, i'm the man who wasn't there, getting ready for the last show
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Could I have a volunteer, one us will disappear , for my next trick
I'm gonna read your mind,take a peek at what's inside ,for my next trick
No no no no no,it can't end like this,it's not part of the show
This wasn't in the script
Oh we're so happy here,we're all so happy here,the sun shines every day
Laudanum in every meal,why don't you come and stay
I wish that you'd stop talking now,its just buzzing in my ears
I never listen to you anyway ,I haven't done for years
Battlecries and Lullabies, Hummingbird Heart
The girl from the film with the walk on part
Fake Indian gurus,shape shifting Loup Garous
The strongman drops the beachball
I've lived a hundred lives ,tamed tigers,juggled knives, but tonight I feel so small
For my death defying plan ,I'll catch a bullet in my hands,for my next trick
I'll dance across a bed of nails,disappear when all else fails,for my next trick
The door is open wide, I might show you what's inside,for my next trick
You'll believe a man can fly, the hand is faster than the eye,for my next trick
I'll turn water in to wine,check your watch ,I'll turn back time for my next trick
Look closely my dear friends,smoke and mirrors to the end,for my last trick
Raised By Wolves
Before we were monsters,bad dreams at bed time
Before we were the bogeymen,who kept you in line
Before we were gothic ,fog,gaslight and Jack
Before we found out ,that we bled black
Before we were whispers,behind long,locked,closed doors
Before we were footsteps, on forgotten floors
Before we were strangers,bad company
Before you were you and I was me
Poor mummy and daddy,we screwed with their heads ,we were raised up by wolves,that's what everyone said
We ran through the summers, tumbling days
Dead ends and blind exits , rats in a maze
Welcome to the neighbourhood,it's an exclusive club
you can stay forever, just sign here in blood
Before we were copies,editions and clones
Before we were vultures,picking at the bones
Before we were mad dogs,frothing at the mouth
Before we broke down the doors and we got out
Dumb animals, nothing more,nothing less
Roadkill in lipstick and a kiss and tell dress
Dumb animals, vacuum packed and pristine
Cellophane wrapped and still squeaky clean
Poor mummy and daddy,we screwed with their heads
Raised up by wolves that's what everyone said
Dollhouse
When I heard New York had fallen ,Paris,London, Rome
I said I loved you for the first time and could I take you home
Past the public executions on the the bandstand in the park
Through the photographs and ruins, and the bonfires in the dark
We were taking bets on sailors,coz there's nothing else to do
Arm wrestling in the backroom, comparing their tattoos
Welcome to the Dollhouse ,the last stop lost and found
You've gate crashed the wrong party and it's too late to turn around
Last night I dreamt of Atlas ,he was waving me goodbye
He's tired of all the rain clouds and holding up the sky
You remind me of my mother,she was beautiful and wild
She had therapy and surgery cos she was such an ugly
child
The barman mixes cocktails, anti freeze and gasoline
He calls it southpaw sleeping gas,it's sweeter than morphine
Welcome to the Dollhouse ,you flipped heads instead of tails
Every smile hides a crocodile,razor wire and nails
You ask too many questions ,all you need to know
Is the sun still rises in the west and there's a million words for snow
Nazis kiss their children, tuck them in their beds
Turn on country music, fill out forms and shave their heads
Tell me did you mean it, or just spinning me a line
Did we do it all or dream it, was it all a waste of time
Shake Off The Dust
Diamonds and pearls, old Vogue cover girls
Now all you need is a leopard on a lead
Cheshire cat smiles, pinpricks for eyes
But I can see the cracks,let me pull you back
You can wrap yourself in cellophane, hide behind those Polaroids
Laugh louder than you have to,so you can't hear the noise
Pick yourself up, shake off the dust
Let's ride out till the road ends, ' Emerald City ' or bust
Bleached white mannequin,Hiroshima thin
You're dressed to kill, and you probably will
Fox fur costume , black orchid perfume
The currency of hell is Prada and Chanel
Grit your teeth,keep smiling,baby try and be strong
Keep rolling with the punches,don't stand still too long
Pick yourself up,shake off the dust
Spin the globe and write a letter,the world ain't big enough for us
You should have read the small print, before you signed on the dotted line,the devil is in the details and he wins every time
Barbara millicent Roberts was your role model right from the startI
Imitation of life ,dream home,perfect wife , till I couldn't tell you apart
Rogues Gallery
The world will end at 3pm, one Saturday in June
In a sea of black umbrellas, on an an English afternoon
TVs call the faithful , radios still play
Everything is just then same as it was yesterday
I burned my mother's wedding dress, nailed the doors and windows shut
Melted her St Christopher , kept the rosary beads for luck
Sunrise on the ceiling , sunset on the walls
High five my reflection on the mirror in the hall
Baby , maybe,you can save me, send the cavalry
God i'm shrinking,fading,sinking,in the limelight sea
The riot started early at the waiting room cafe
In a hurricane of coffee cups , in a Styrofoam ballet
Let's play pass the parcel , hide and seek or peekaboo
Blindfold everybody , the we'll see who just finds who
Baby,maybe you can save me, everyone smells blood
God I swear it , if you hear this , I promise i'll be good
Sing me a song ,when summers were long and the world was just you and me
Sing me a song and I might sing along, relive an old memory
When you kissed me under a kaleidoscope sky,
beneath a mirrorball moon
Frankie was singin, Benny was swingin ,and the Smith sisters shook up the room
I can't see the woods for the trees , I can't see the wood for the trees
I changed my addiction, lost and found my religion, I'm my own worst enemy
I can't see the wood for the trees,I can't see the wood for the trees
Did I just dream it ,somehow make believe it when the world was just you and me
I can't see the wood for the trees, I can't see the wood for the trees
Dreamland
Sandman send me sweet dreams, Sci Fi lullabies
Wrap your arms around me, sprinkle goldust in my eyes
Take me back to dreamland , down the winding stairs
Where the shimmer twins play white violins
Run their fingers through my hair
A word from our sponsor , attention please
Brylcreme and razor blades, ovaltine dreams
Goodnight everybody, God bless mum and dad
If I die before I wake up , you were the best I ever had
A word from our sponsor, attention please
Paradise island, sunshine guaranteed
Baby this is dreamland so get down on your knees
It's going to get hotter by a million degrees
Baby its dreamland , follow the signs
You're ten thousand miles behind enemy lines
Baby we sell everything that you'll ever need
From candle wax and sleeping gas ,Sinatra CDs
Fortune cookies, horoscopes,red velvet chains
Kama Sutra and the bible for your pleasure and pain
Fake plastic flowers, colour TVs
Placebos and drugs for you latest disease
Acid rain, scratch cards, tropical fish
An original Warhol and a gold crucifix
Baby this is dreamland so get down on your knees
It's going to get hotter by a million degrees
Baby its dreamland just follow the signs
You're ten thousand miles behind enemy lines
here comes the candle to light you to bed
Here comes the chopper to take off your head
this is Dreamland
God Hates Astronauts
God hates astronauts and explosions in the sky
Yuri Gagarin, anything that flies
Rolling down the highway, hanging targets on the backs
Of everyone he passes in his golden cadillac
The Devil loves rock n roll and Egyptian cigarettes
Phil Spector and the Crystals , comic books and the Ronettes
Hey ! There's the 3 D Cowboy , floating weightless in the sun
Waving his pearl handled pistols, shooting angels just for fun
Chorus
Shake the snow globe, baby bring it back
Everything we threw away
The sun's gone out and the sky's turned black
But it's still such a beautiful day
The cold war kids are sleeping, through their coca cola dreams
All the girls look like Liz Taylor and the boys act like James Dean
All my friends look just like actors, reading lines through gritted teeth
I play the kooky Scientist , splitting atoms in my sleep
come to us, come to us, come to us, come to us
Chorus
Hey we know that God hates astronauts, pretty machines in the sky
Bizarre world and the impossible girl, anything that flys
The Devil loves rock n roll , comic books and Texas Tea
Ryan Browne ,the 1960s, old black and white TV
When The Circus come to Town
All the lights are out on main street baby
I can't see anyone around
Is this my home or the twilight zone
Has the circus come to town
Someone's playing rock of ages too loud
Doors are locked and curtains drawn
A night like this might make you wish
That you'd never been born
And I don't recognize my family, I think they're making plans for me
I can't get off the roundabout, you should have just let me bleed out
The tattooed lady and the acrobat, the tightrope walker and the clown
They're taking names you'll never sleep again when the circus comes to town
Well there goes the neighbourhood, it went without a sound
Not a word was said I just hung my head when the circus came to town
Someone's listening to the last rites somewhere, I hope they have no regrets
When bible belters quote Helter Skelter, gentlemen it's time to place your bets
Every word in every book, every photograph you took
All the things you loved so much will one day just turn into dust
The fortune teller said the king is dead, heads or tails I'll have his crown
We'll all be looking for alibis when the circus come to town
A mermaid's floating in a goldfish bowl, she looked so sad before she drowned
A string of pearls for the clockwork girl when the circus comes to town
The tattooed lady and the acrobat, the tightrope walker and the clown
They're taking names you'll never sleep again when the circus comes to town
Well there goes the neighbourhood, they went without a sound
Not a word was said I just hung my head when the circus came to town
This is not a campfire song sing along, for god's sake sing along
music and lyrics by Crows In The Cornfield
Recorded and mixed at Alien Sound Studio
Hummingbird Heart
Bring on the dancing girls, shine a light on me
Blink and you’ll miss it all cos it’s too fast to see
We’ll forget everything, our names and our past
And we won’t make promises cos they never last
Whatever happened to that hummingbird heart of mine
All those boomerangs we threw are not coming back (never coming back)
Doors open and closing, windows and walls
I thought I saw something but it was nothing at all
So call off the search cos it’s too dark to see
But I don’t want to be found, just light a candle for me
Here comes the cavalry, one last dice to throw
All the luck that you gave me ran out a long time ago (such a long long time)
We will break you, we will break you, tear you down and remake you
Someone better, someone good, larger than life, Hollywood
Ships are sinking, all is lost, hope is clinging to the rocks
Part of me is still here, part of me is gone
Part of me has ended, part of me goes on and on
All those lines and words that you never heard
Our hearts a hummingbird
The girl from the film (here I come), with a walk on part (here I come)
Smiles at the boy (ready or not) with the hummingbird heart (this is what you wanted)
Exits stage left (this is what you got) to piano and strings (so close so near)
No-one sees them at all (now I’m here) she’s lost in the wings
I’ve been falling forever and I’m still going down
The long long lost king of a long long lost town
We will break you, we will break you
music and lyrics by Crows In The Cornfield
Recorded and mixed by Mark Wainwright at ALien Sound Studio
Mr and Mrs America (Deathbed Confessions)
Mr and Mrs America, all the ships at sea
Is anybody out there ? Its too dark to see
Ooh you left your mark on me, I can feel the sting
Your words hit home, cut me to the bone
But I never felt a thing
Snow white smile candy apple lips
There goes miss blonde bombshell 1956
All guns blazing, hell on wheels
A dum dum bullet in red high heels
Are you happy now, are you happy now
Baby I got all you need, you just don't know it yet
I could be your obsession, your deathbed confession, I could be your great regret
3D glasses, ray gun stare
Bible black ribbons in her hair
Marley's ghost and rattling chains
A living breathing hurricane
Are you happy now, happy now, are you happy now
Baby we ain't got much time and your too old to face the truth
I could have been your D'Artagnan, half drunk and handsome, I could be your misspent youth
A rat in a maze, a bird in a cage, a goldfish in a bowl
Blind deaf and dumb, senseless and numb
You're out of control
Chorus to fade
Hey! Esmeralda you never looked so good
Bright as any missionary with fire in her blood
Diving for pearls with the catholic girls at St Marys by the sea
You won't be happy till the whole worlds on its knees
Believe, believe I got nothing up my sleeve
We look young tonight but baby its a trick of the light
Ring those bells, bang those drums
Baby here come the rays, here come the waves, the fire and rain
You and me will never be the same again
Hey can you help me give me something for the pain
I'm not sure how I got here and I don't know my name
Gagged and bound in the voodoo lounge, can't tell the ceiling from the floor
The last thing I remember was you standing at my door
Red, painted nails exhaust fumes and vapour trails
Soft white skin then the walls were closing in
Goodbye Coney Island, goodbye JFK
All my memories, and the seventies, everything along the way
Repeat chorus
Straight on till morning (repeat)
Dust Devils
Here she comes,here she comes again
Waving a flag of truce,and her little book of Zen
She never talks,she just looks at me
Like she was there before God or maybe the Big Bang kickstarted history
Hey hey ! You're beautiful ,but you worry too much,why don't you shut your mouth
Why don't you let me rust,gather dust,let me just fade out
She's got mermaid hair,her skins albino white
Like she's been pulled up from the bottom of the sea and dragged into the light
I can't move or breathe ,when she stands close to me
Like I'm spinning in the space between the worlds, caught in her gravity
Chorus
One day honey we'll quit this town,leave it all behind
Shed our skin,start again,now let's find an exit sign
Tonight we'll take a ride ,down Mona Lisa drive
Past the churches on Salvation Street,past the neon strips and circus freaks
Windows down,rolling slow, Mott The Hoople on my radio
Tonight we'll take a ride to the end of Mona Lisa drive
Arkansas
Welcome to the ghost town,now we can start the show
For an audience of shadows with no better place to go
The girls here dance forever,at the Last,last chance saloon
While the town drunk quotes the bible,for him every days high noon
The sheriff looks so nervous, as he walks into the room
A tumbleweed blows by him,and a wolf howls at the moon
The conversation stops dead,just like in 'Shane' or 'Cat Balou'
The piano player shakes his head,he's forgotten what to do
I love you and I hate you,my hearts a civil war
And though I've never been there,I wish I was in Arkansas
I'm lighter than a feather,my boots don't touch the floor
Some days I cast no shadow here,coz it falls in Arkansas
All that catholic guilt has lined your face ,but for three Hail Marys baby you can buy a state of grace
So keep crawling up that mountain ,I know you'll never stop
But you could climb it for a million years and never reach the top
God I love you and I hate you ,my hearts a civil war
And though I've never been there,I wish that I was in Arkansas
The hangman smiles for pictures,for small change and for favours
For all the good men and good women,and all of their God fearing neighbours
The vultures fly in circles, before falling at my door
Coz there's no sign of life out here,only ghosts in Arkansas
Where's my last minute rescue ,coz I was kinda depending
On my ride into the sunset baby,into my Hollywood ending
Mercer Street
Give my regards to Mercer street,I wish that I was there
Your arms around me ,your fingers in my hair
We talked about the future while we played Russian roulette
If I'd waited one more minute we never would have met
Hey Johnny Reb I know its been so long
Since you were here and listened to this song
Everyone has left and gone,I hope they rest in peace
Coz I'm tied in chains to the hurricane that blows down
Mercer street
No one casts a shadow,when the sun sets in this town
When Gabriel blows his trumpet baby,these walls are coming down
Everyone's a suspect ,except for me and you
And if we keep our mouths shut ,they'll never have clue
Hey Johnny Reb do you think you look the same ?
Coz you got old waiting for the South to rise again
This is mercer street ,this is mercer street,mercer street
Someone said 'The king is dead' but he just fell asleep
I think he changed his name,took the Memphis train
That rolls down Mercer street
God its dark tonight,who turned out the lights ?
I'm so nervous I can't speak,so don't say a word
Or you might disturb all the ghosts on Mercer street
Everyone has left and gone,I hope they rest in peace
Coz I'm tied in chains to the hurricane that blows down Mercer street
Take a walk with me,take a walk with me ,take a walk with me down Mercer street (repeat)
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HOUDINI
All aboard ,blow the whistle I'm heading south
The taste of dust and greasepaint on my mouth
I want to kiss the mermaids ,pull the puppet strings
Get my picture taken with the Siamese twins
Drumrolls and balloons,the girl jumps out the cake
While the audience prays for the safety net to break
Lions and tigers roar,chase their tails
The fat lady dances on a bed of nails
Chorus
Find me a mirror to break,a ladder to walk under
A black cat to cross my path,an unlucky number
Emily jumps from the trapeze
Madam Zola smiles ,reads tea leaves
The mechanical boy explodes in a shower of sparks
Houdini picks locks in a tank of sharks
The sharpshooters fire into the crowd
Hey that's what happens when you laugh too loud
Exit stage left,dim the lights
No ones going home tonight
Were so glad you made it,please step inside
The thrill of a lifetime just a dollar a ride
Chorus
find me a feeling to fake,cos my heart is empty
A voodoo curse or something worse,a pretty devil to tempt me
Kings of England
Its quiet tonight on silver street
Every DJ s wearing black
They've just read the last rites for radio
Man that baby's never coming back
Say goodbye to country,gospel,blues and soul
Is that the whistle of the Dead Gone Train
And the ghost of rock n roll
Stop me if you've heard this
Hey man I'm getting old
Sunlight hurts my eyes now
My bones ache when its cold
Chorus
Going bring you in baby dead or alive,won't shoot until I see the whites of your eyes,baby yours are China blue
Your pretty tough but I've seen worse,gonna stare you down see who blinks first,this town ain't big enough for me and you
Your box of tricks is empty,your bright future s looking black
Why don't you say goodbye to "Graceland" honey
Wave that Union Jack
We're the Kings of England and you better not forget
Chorus
Hey baby you know this means war,were not in Kansas anymore ,are you looking for a soul to save ?
Slicked back hair,baptist suit,sunglasses,snakeskin boots
My poor daddy would be turning in his grave
Hey ! Radio before you go ,will you play me one more song ?
Love me do,Rhapsody in blue,you can sing along
Along with me,along with me ,along with me,along with me
We're the Kings of England, we're the Kings of England
And you better not forget
We're the kings of England,we just hang around
Every corner,every street,every one horse town
We're the kings of England,in southern baptist suits
Saville Row from head to toe,sunglasses, snake skin boots
Rattlesnake Hymns
Keep me medicated,keep my windows shut
Keep me quiet and calm,turn off the alarm
Don't let me wake up
Bury me in my favourite suit,with a red rose buttonhole
Play me something sweet and low,sad and slow
Then turn up that rock roll
Chorus
Hey baby play me 'Paint it Black,shake the windows of this Cadillac
With those Rattlesnake Hymns ,can you hear them? Can you hear them ?
Bobbie and Paul at WROX down south ,dragging the words right out my mouth to those Rattlesnake Hymns,can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
Bring me the head of that white DJ , he's been talking long enough
Lets cut out his tongue cos all the songs have been sung,
He should have kept his pretty mouth shut
Play me Eddie Cochran, play me vintage Stones
Give me blues and rock n roll,a drop of Detroit soul
Hey set fire to these old bones
Gonna send a message to Diane Marie,ask her to play that song for me
Coz we love rattlesnake hymns, can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
Jimmy! Lay down those magic chords , Ripping up that old fretboard
To those Rattlesnake Hymns,can you hear them? Can you hear them ?
Bridge
I got a letter from a drowning man,signed with a kiss from your number one fan ,we love you and everything you do
Baby just tell me that you love us too
I knew the words to everything you wrote
My favourite song is my suicide note
Oh Lord won't you play me a rattlesnake hymn
Is that Hank Williams on the radio ?
I heard he died a long ,long time ago
Playing Rattlesnake hymns,can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
Hey! Bruce wont you play me 'Thunder Road ','Born To Run',let me overload
On those Rattlesnake Hymns,can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
Hey ! Glen Miller play me 'In the mood'
Take me dancing,get me in the groove
With those Rattlesnake Hymns, can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
'Do the Strand', 'Cum on feel the noise ',
'Alright now', One of the boys'
God we love Rattlesnake Hymns,can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
Thank God for country blues and soul,rattlesnake hymns and rock n roll
Dandelion Girls
Hey! Snow White in a certain light you'd still pass for twenty five
Wendy says you half dead but maybe she meant half alive
Every drug you ever took,is in the shakes and haunted look
Black cigarettes and alcohol,for daddy's favourite barbie doll
Hey! Don Juan when your dead and gone no one will give a damn
They'll just say yeah that boy could play, now he's just a flim-flam man
The brave new world ,you were waiting for
Got tired of kicking down your door
While you were drinking ,five miles high
The revolution just danced on by
When the sky above you brings you to your knees
And the air is so thick and heavy its a struggle just to breathe
When hurricanes and ferris wheels turn circles in your heart
And all your favorite rebels leave their lights on when its dark
Chorus
Hey ! Let me take you down,check out the ghosts of this old town
Where we used to watch them dancing,blowing kisses at the world
Every radio was on,God how their bodies shone
I wonder what happened to those Dandelion Girls
Maybe they just packed their bags,said goodbye and took a cab
Drove into the sunset ,just like Thelma and Louise
maybe they just headed home,got out before they turned to stone
coz Dandelion Girls you know just vanish in the breeze
Hey ! Before you jump,before you jump
Don't stand so close to the edge,don't go dancing on that ledge
Hey ! Before you jump,before you jump
Dont let that malice,pain and doubt,eat you from the inside out
Longitude
I spun a globe ,I stuck a pin,into oceans,land and sky
I walked all the lines of longitude,wished that I could fly
I saw beauty party angels,strike poses in the sand
Get married in Las Vegas and die in Disneyland
My fingers traced the contour lines ,rode the rails through Lexington
Baton Rouge and Nashville,Gethsemane and Babylon
The drunk tank chorus sings "A good run of bad luck "
Another classic from the rattlesnake hymnbook
Chorus
I had my picture taken ,on an empty beach
Seagulls frozen in the sky ,the waves stopped at my feet
Fading taillights on the highway ,white line fever ,city limits
Flowing through my rear view mirrors,lifetimes lived in minutes
Bridge
Yeah ! Yeah ! I've been loved and hurt ,been there,done that,I got the T-shirt
Yeah ! Yeah ! Kicked around from the start ,born battered and bruised with a tumbleweed heart
Chorus
Keep the faith ,believe,be strong,hold your breath and wait it won't be long
Take a leap into the great unknown,all the lines of longitude will bring your baby home
I stole a car from Lincoln Heights drove out to Echo park
I sat and watched the city lights,glitter in the dark
There's a picture in my mothers house,hanging on the wall
It was taken when I was young,it doesn't look like me at all
I spun a globe ,I stuck a pin,went walking on the moon
Watched falling leaves,felt the ocean breeze, but I never left my room
Take My Picture
Light the fuse and stand back,keep behind the lines
Baby you're a car crash and these are dangerous times
Lick your wounds and retreat ,they've got you on the ropes
Its a ten count on the canvas with hands around your throat
Baby try to calm down,that's just your medication talking
Take your happy pills and novacaine and carry on sleepwalking
Take my picture celebrating,with fireworks exploding
Planting plastic flowers , in the dry beds of dead oceans
Pull the plug an relax,turn off all the screens
Disconnect the wires ,from you to the machines
A 100 years since morning,a 1000 miles to the door
The carpets turn to quicksand when you walk across the floor
Baby your not thinking straight,how do you keep going
Your denzopine has worn off,your alter egos showing
Take my picture spellbound in a meteor shower drive by
Hanging chinese lanterns in a Steven Spielberg night sky
Take my picture wide eyed,with supernovas blazing
Staring from the stone walls of a kaleidoscope cave painting
Take my picture meditating,drifting on a calm sea
Quoting Zen,in an opium den,while the world falls down around me
Aphrodite's Jukebox
Ten years in the cuckoo house, just staring at the walls
With the basket case evangelists , or curled into a ball
I read the bible a hundred times, I swallowed all my pills
Lord , if you knew what I knew, you'd run for the hills
Baby we can breakout, or overdose on knockout drops
Sing battle cries or lullabies from, Aphrodite's old jukebox
The lion's cage is open, the Martians have attacked
The genies out the bottle and you can't put him back
Balthazar and Winston send you their warm regards
Playing 'crazy eights'and 'solitaire' , blowing kisses at the guards
On the croquet lawns of England , the hounds outplayed the fox
While we sang along with our favourite songs from Aphrodite's old jukebox
Christ,hold me close, coz all my ghosts are crawling from the past
They scream my name and shake their chains ,they've come for me at last
I could have been a contender, I could have snatched the crown
I could have, should have , would have , but you just dragged me down
I kept a cell wall diary, I ticked the days off year by year
I carved my name in the solid rock just to prove that I was here
Everything so quiet now, just the ticking of the clocks
And the dying spark from the electric heart of Aphrodite's old jukebox
Conquistadors
Up snakes and down ladders, old age to birth
Foot on the brake, full speed in reverse
Over and under, forward and back
Above and behind, between the cracks
nobody talking or listening, nobody thinking at all
We chased Peter Pan's shadow in a hot air balloon
Over the rooftops, twice round the moon
Out through the cornfields and smiling scarecrows
Down to the river , where the twisted trees grow
Cue spontaneous applause, conquistadors
The first of a 1000 encores, conquistadors
Chorus
Let's run away, just for the day , remember that old seaside town ?
Were nobody speaks or comes out on the streets,until after the sun has gone down
I can't feel my fingers, my skin is numb and cold
In fact I don't feel much of anything now
Frostbite of the soul, or maybe I'm just old
Lets raid the old dressing up box,try on yesterdays clothes
Steal Wendy and Billy,take a bow Weird and Gilly,relive the highs and the lows
So kiss me by the cemetery gates, look me straight in the eyes
Take me back to the start,blow the dust off my heart, remind me that I'm still alive
Cue spontaneous applause,conquistadors
The first of a 1000 encores,conquistadors
Nobody keeping the scores,conquistadors
Magpies,crows and jackdaws,conquistadors