Strangelove - The B-Sides 1994-1996 (2008) by Strangelove (보컬) on maniadb.com

I'm getting younger every day
Every fading day, world
How could you possibly explain
My hatred of you

Don't want to sleep,
An empty eye
That look at me when I despise
Go anywhere, as far away
Lie quietly down
And die in shame

Hysteria - I'm giving my life to you
Unknown - It's all that's left to do
Hysteria - Throwing my life away
Unknown - For you to rip ways
Hysteria - Make me okay

And do you recall,
That we used to walk around in the very central point of this world
And shall I recall
Well the feelings felt, the force to the sun

Might I say
It's sometimes good to know that you're insane
Might I say
I get the feeling I could be the same

Hysteria - I'm giving my life to you
Unknown - It's all that's left to do
Hysteria - I'm throwing my life away
Unknown - For you to rip ways
Hysteria - Make me okay
Hysteria, hysteria, hysteria

I am divided every day
Every night to day, should
Oh should I not choose to explain
My hatred of you

That living me
That talking me
That hear the cry
I would be free
To anyway as far away
Lies quietly sound
Whose dying shame

Hysteria - I'm giving my life to you
Unknown - It's all that's left to do
Hysteria - I'm throwing my life away
Unknown - For you to rip ways
Hysteria - Make me okay

I look again at visions,
They won't go away,
Calling and changing and making me strange

I try to think them away
I close my eyes to the day
Is no one safe? I will pray
For time alone

See them everywhere
They know me well I know them well
They are everywhere
Sometimes near but always there

I stare once more at those shapes
That shine as the day
Turning and changing and hanging so strange

Caught up I've made me afraid
They dance to change me astray
I close my eyes to the day
For time alone

Round and around
Waiting for the silence
Too much, overwound
On my knees up from the ground

Visionary cares
Visionary cares

They are everywhere
Of every moment of every day
See them everywhere
Sometimes near but always there

I look again at visions,
That won't go away,
Calling and changing and leaving me strange

I try to think them away
I close my eyes to the day
Is nowhere safe? I will pray
For time alone

See them everywhere
They know me well I know them well
They are everywhere
Sometimes near but always there

They are everywhere
Of every moment of every day
See them everywhere
Sometimes near but always there

All the bright young things are talking
Showing off their wings and squawking
PLaying games and singing dirges
All in circles at the zoo

Pupil with the frigid eyes
Is pouring out the liquor prizes
Shrieking from inside my head
And all in cages at the zoo

You cruel zoo, you
Cruel zoo, you

Each desire is chosen
And provided courtesy the zoo
See each face - each blind indulgence
All in circles at the zoo

They will lock you up with dogma
You'll forget that it was there
Everyone will be the same one
All in cages at the zoo

You cruel zoo, you
Cruel zoo, you

So beware of supervision
Know your keeper
And destroy him
Changing mind until you find
There's no more cages at the zoo

You cruel zoo, you
Cruel zoo, you

You cruel zoo, you
Cruel zoo, you

You cruel zoo, you
Cruel, cruel zoo

The very next time that you get me wrong
Will be the very last time that I ask you along
I'm just to uptight to be waiting around
I've taken more than enough to
make up my mind

Unemotional - I know
A futureless peep show
All shimmering but it's empty and slow
Since I lost my feeling some time ago

20th century cold-

My head's plugged
in where the sun don't shine
Where there's no room for anybody else
Waging chemical warfare against myself
Just to get through the day
You see I gotta hurry it away
Unacceptable - I know
I'm an idiot sideshow
I'm .. (blah-blah-blah)
And I lost my caring some time ago

20th century cold-

My heart still beats but I'm cold

Don't you feel it
Don't you feel it
As you breathe it
Don't you believe it
Don't you see it
Can't you feel it
Can't you feel it's cold
It's cold

Approaching Catatonia
It's a quarter to three
I see myself reflected
In the television screen
Somewhere very far away
I can hear myself scream

And I get that same old feeling
Get that same old feeling
Get that same old feeling-

20th century cold

In my sleep
I heard her voice so clearly
Whispering my name
I thought that she was here

Walked the streets
Trying to leave her ghost behind me
I saw her face, in everything - so clear

In the city streets around me
In the things I left behind me
In the sky that does surround me
Everywhere, she's all around me
She's all around me

Forget your dreams
Forget the very nature of your dreams
Has gone away
She's living with the straights of yesterday
Forget yourself
Forget the very essence of yourself
Has gone away
Though remember this -
She'll never see you through
Waiting for someone to take me to
Somewhere I won't leave behind me
Somewhere I won't leave behind me to

In my life
I've lost what I held dearly
Thrown it all away
And there's nothing takes her place
I pace the bars
Trying to fill the hole inside me
She tore away
And there's nothing in her place

In the city's filth around me
In the things I left behind me
In the sky that does surround me
Everywhere, she's all around me
She's all around me

Forget your dreams
Forget the very nature of your dreams
Has gone away
She's living in the blood of yesterday
Forget yourself
Forget the very essence of yourself
Has gone away
Remember this -
She'll never see you through
Waiting for some voice to take me to
Somewhere I won't leave behind me
Somewhere I won't leave behind me to
Somewhere I won't leave behind me to

Everywhere she's all around me
Everywhere she's all around me
Everywhere she's all around me
Everywhere she's all around me

Forget your dreams
Forget the very essence of your dreams
Has gone away
But remember this -
She'll never see you through
She'll never, she'll never see you through

I'm not the one that you wanted
I'm not the one that you need
You hold my hand, but it's not me
Who's holding your hand in your dreams
I'm not the one that you wanted
No, I'm not the one that need

Oh, but it's cruel to me
Cos I'm holding on, holding on, holding on, holding on to you
I'm holding on to you

I'm not the one you so hoped for
I'm not the one you so need
I watch you sleep but it's not me
You search through in your dreams for each night
I'm not the one that you wanted
No, I'm not the one that you need

Jeremy Handlebars loved Sarah Jane Thomson,
Sarah Jane Thomson loved Jeremy Handlebars,
They were going to be married,
And they were going to spend the rest of their lives together
And be very very happy
And that, as Jeremy Handlebars so often said, was that.

Sarah giggled,
It wasn't quite the proposal she'd imagined,
But that was Jeremy all over once he'd made his mind up
He was just so decisive she thought,
And she wished that she could be like that to.

Jeremy said that it was destiny that had brought them together
And that no one, not even he, could defy the will of God,
So there was no use in either of them fighting it,
Or even pretending to,
It was more a case of ironing out the practical details
And making sure everything ran smoothly on the day.

I mean, there was the question of the cake,
And the flowers of course,
And then, who to invite,
And then, who not to invite,
I mean, where did you draw the line with a thing like this?

Sarah smiled as she stopped listening, and drifted off,
It was true, she could still remember that first day they'd met,
As vividly as if it was now,
And her attention swung back to five years ago,
And that car boot sale in Norwich,
When she thought of how she might nearly not have gone,
She shuddered.

Sarah's parents lived quite near Norwich,
And on the weekend in question,
She had gone back there on a sort of a visit,
Her mum had phoned her up in one of her hysterical states.
Between the sobbing, Sarah learnt that Dad had started drinking whiskeys in the morning again
This time he'd threatened Miss Hand-me-down-lightly, the Lollypop Lady.
By sticking a shotgun in her throat,
And calling her a 'Handmaiden of the devil'
Before unloading into the air and falling down unconscious.
It was just another incident in a long line of them,
But Sarah's mum went through stages where she just could not cope anymore,
And then Sarah would have to go back there for a while,
"Shit!", she thought,
And got on the next train home.

She knew there was nothing anyone could do about Dad,
But she felt sorry for her Mum,
And liked to tell herself that she loved her,
And anyway, there was no point in changing the rules of the game this late in the second half,

It was the usual carry-on when she arrived,
Her mother cried and cried,
While Sarah cooked food for her father,
Which he threw against the walls,
Then at about seven-thirty each evening,
And always a little worse for it,
He'd go outside and sit in his car,
Wind the window up,
Shout the word "Slags!"
Over and over again
As loud as he could,
Til he fell down into a drunken sleep.
Then they'd carry him inside,
And put him to bed.

It was these screams of her father,
That accompanied Sarah upon the walks she took,
After she'd sneaked out of the house,
And strolled along the B1172,
As it meanders its way into Norwich.

Absentmindedly, she happened upon the car boot sale,
And really didn't know why or what she was doing there,
Until she saw it,
And then everything went clear.

The gun cost seventy-five quid,
And, after a moment's dilemma, followed by some mental calculations,
She decided seventy-five was well worth it to blow that bastard's brains out.
With glazed eyes, and, to be quite honest, looking like a bit of a nutter,
She stretched out her hand, with the intention of making the gun hers.

Now, at that exact moment, a truly rare occurrence in this universe,
As it really was that exact moment,
Somebody else she hadn't noticed, and who hadn't noticed her,
Stretched out his hand to take the very very same gun.
It was Jeremy.

The gun, her hand, and his hand, all made contact at the exact same instant,
Eyes and barrels all meeting simultaneously,
Giving rise to what can only be described as something like a sort of true human communication,
A real one off, that allowed understanding to flood through and from and into each other,
All Sarah's murder impulse was exactly and oppositely reconverted into a passionate desire,
Meant with a deep-felt admiration, respect and love for this stranger.
Jeremy said he felt the same,
So they went for expresso's at Caldidge, which is so convenient when it's just round the corner,

They laughed as their stories unravelled,
Especially when Jeremy revealed coincidentally,
That he was there looking for a gun to empty all over his Mum,
And she drank too,
And when he'd been away on a two week Communications Course, which work had sent him on,
She had forgotten to feed his fish,
And he's returned to find them sunny-side down and motionless, mid-tank.

He'd loved them fish,
And he believed that they knew and loved him too,
They were in fact, unbeknownst to his mum,
His closest and most treasured companions,
He told how he sat frozen for a week after he found them,
And how his only contact reality,
Had become the sound of the distant tinkling of smashing glasses,
Mixed in with the cackling laughter of his mother,
As she entertained the local drunks upstairs,
And the stench of ghost haddock,
Which seemed to permeate the entire accommodation block.

He told how he'd remained in this trance,
The gun theory slowly revealed itself to him,
And as it cleared, he woke to find himself driving through the outskirts of Norwich.

As he later went on to explain to Sarah, he had never been to Norwich and it held no fascination for him whatsoever,
In this sense at least, he seemed a normal and sane man, Sarah reasoned,
And indeed, in many ways, we may assume that he was.

They, of course, bought the gun as a token of their love,
Jeremy paid for it like proper men do.
That was five years ago now,
And Sarah sighed as she returned to what she understood to be the present time.

Their wedding came and went in relative safety,
It was not interesting,
In fact, the next significant event to occur in their lives,
Was some five years later.
With some understanding this intermediate period is necessary,
For fuller understanding of what was to follow.

Jeremy and Sarah melted,
They abandoned their own identities and grew into each other,
As time dragged on their branches became so complicatedly intertwined
That it was impossible to tell from which person they had originated.
They choked the individuality of each other in a frenzy that only the terror of loneliness will allow.

Now, neither knew the other, or themselves,
But clung to feigned personalities,
They believed the other required of them.
Their truly sickening and spineless existence,
Based upon complete reliance upon one another.
But at least they were not lonely!
And respite did occur in the form of hobbies,
Which they pretended to share and enjoy,
But, in fact, did not.

The irritation they so often felt for one another,
They denied,
But it would surface occasionally in sporadic eruptions of screaming and violence,
Usually directed at the useless artefacts society offered them as distractions from each other;
The TV, the microwave, and the dish-washer,
Sat as cold and silent witnesses to their futility,
But they did have their uses,
As the time spent working to get them,
Would have been time they'd have to have spent with each other,
In other words, and put much more simply than this,
They became what is commonly known as a right couple.

The next significant event, then,
Was some five years after they'd tied the knot.
Jeremy was at work, doing his job at "Fishy Business Aquariums",
Where he looked after the fish,
And Sarah was at home rearranging their possessions,
She never did seem to be able to get it quite right,
She sat down and sighed absent-mindedly,
Picked up and toyed with the gun which had brought them together,
Ten years ago that day,
Which was kept, pride of place, on their mantelpiece,
And which Jeremy insisted on being kept loaded,
When it just went off.

The bullet went straight through her,
Where her liver was,
Blood and bile and pancreatic juice,
Splattered against the wall behind her,
The three different fluids started dripping down the wall,
And it looked like some weird kind of a race,
And when one drop mixed in with another, they would hurry each other along,
On the descent to the floor.
Or when one drop strayed into the path another one had already taken,
That would speed it along too.
And when the dripping stopped,
And it dried up,
It looked good.

When Jeremy arrived home to find his beloved floating mid-tank, as it were,
Something snapped inside him,
Maybe it could have been something to do with electricity,
Or maybe not
But anyway his brain, his brain just shut off,
And he stood there for about an hour completely motionless,
And then, when he started moving again,
He was talking as if nothing had happened!
He playfully scolded her, as one scolds a small child, for the mess she'd made on the wall.
And then he cleared it up with a new kind of liquid,
Which did do the job really well,
And as he did so, he carried on talking normally to her,
The fact Sarah had never been much of a talker, and tended to drift off,
Was an enormous help in maintaining his delusion,
He also found, that as he dragged the corpse from room to room with him,
It was best if he heightened his conversation to an excited jabbering,
And unloaded all the banalities and problems he'd encountered at work,
Or just talked anxiously about his money worries.
Either way, it really helped.

The fact that their coupledom had made them extremely uncomfortable in front of other people,
Due to the absurdity of their false roles,
Had meant that visitors had not been welcome in the flat for many years,
So that was 'no problemo' either.

In fact, Jeremy soon found this new state of affairs rather to his liking,
Even when the body started to putrefy and fall apart,
He lovingly transported the separate bits from room to room,
And carefully reassembled them,
Just the way he remembered her,
He really didn't feel lonely at all.

His favourite bits were her beautiful eyes,
Which, after they had become detached from the mother-head,
He kept in his pocket,
And would affectionately fondle,
Especially when he felt nervous,
Or he was outside,
And sometimes when the mood was right at night,
He'd pick up an ear, and place it to his mouth,
And mumble secrets about love and desire,
And if he could find all the right bits,
He'd lovingly carry them to his bed,
Where he'd fall upon them and wriggle and moan,
On these special occasions, he'd take the eyes out of his pocket,
And place them on the pillow,
And as he lay there writhing on what was left of the body,
Her eyes would stare frozen cold and emotionless at the ceiling.

Jeremy Handlebars didn't feel lonely at all