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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Deep ocean vast sea
Your ocean heart Clothed in respect And sweet caress My uneasy mind You dip and you swell Float and you find And sweet caress My uneasy mind Deep ocean vast sea Deep ocean vast sea - well that's deep Imagine set of steps easily climbed The tower of pride The plastic of mind Where there lies a table The table stands For the power of success Respect on the sign Intelligence so cold A heart like glass From the surface to deep You wave and you dive Like the heart and the sun You wave and you dive You hold me so cold You wave and you dive Deep ocean vast sea Deep ocean vast sea - well that's me You're clothed in respect You smell of sweet caress Dip and swell beyond the power of fists Your ocean heart Healing uneasy minds And I wanna dive in with you Clinging to the rock, I'm waiting I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting I'm waiting Deep ocean vast sea Deep ocean vast sea - well that's deep Your heart is hard You think your legs hurt You smell of aching sweet success Your head's a supernova And you would like Anything to stop the pain from your fingers Screaming And you stand naked in the sun Without leather Whose pain you think you need Well all you need to do is undress Let go and wash Take the step through the other side Up-turned razor The air is thick with karma A sutra of the way down Well listen boy it's a long way down Down through heaven's gate To heaven's gate the step's the step The tower of pride The devil lied Dive up to the highest point where the lives are save'ed Where all the lives the tables stand Power to success, respect and climb the steps |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
One day you will be the one
to say I'm sick of empty fun It means if your faith is strong it means you are no longer astray... See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun And I want to get near so I can be clear Soon I will merge with the one Soon I will be with the love One day when the lights turn green There is no time... this love I thirst Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts Soon I will merge with the one Soon I will be with the lvoe One day when the light turns green There is no time... this love I thirst Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts (The Sister of Sleep) He was thought of as strange... a good looking man And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public... These opinions in public; the tales held the key Death is the surname of sleep, but the surname unknown to us Sleep is the daily end of life; a small exercise in death Which is it's sister, but not every brother and sister are equally close, Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission And holding onto nothing He was thought of as strange... a good looking man And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue His views on death... One day you will be the one to say I'm sick of empty fun It means if your faith is strong it means you are no longer astray... See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun And I want to get near so I can be clear Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Crystal Wrists
I can't see the light I'm thrown in disgust They speak of feats The housed forever A howling wind Changed my course It blew me out Of bounds so sore All the walls All the walls that bound me Descending bleak and put upon I chew my cheeks To wake up from The vase grows bigger To my eyes These eyes that snigger And despise The wall grows taller up to doom Shoes in my room Thrown in disgust At how I fall To my worst Of course you say You don't understand Your words your fiction Your crooked hands But clearly now I tell you man That all I say Is all I can For I am nothing But my sin Until I learn To caste them in While young girls fangs And crystal wrists Wait patiently For me to twist I look away To distant rains To water falls And honey days And boys in black And blue rinse eyes Gaze whistly at my slender thighs I twist a shade to my right And spit at beelzebub on sight And go on loving all I see For here I live on patiently Clerarly now I tell you man That all I say is all I can For I am nothing but my sin Until I learn to caste them in |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing hips Her old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despise Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no Don't go away heartbroken no Just wise owl tones no velvet lies Crush her velvet call Oh Marlene suffer all the fools Who write you on the wall And hold your tongue about your life Or dead hands will change the plot Will make your loving sound like snakes Like you were never hot Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no My mother loved it so she said Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah Old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despise Hot tears flow as she recounts Her favourite worded token Forgive me please for hurting so Don't go away heartbroken no (Repeat to improvise) |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Seven Veils
The day grows older The moon appears in a mirror A fire side mirror A distant walker Hears the words Do do good deeds So you feel ok The moon and the sun Partners in light Separating reflecting one light Hearing this confusion wanes No need to ask for wealth Or one thing more now And the night Feels the same As a cool hot summers climb With the voice Comes no shame As the walker walks the line The day grows older The moon appears Reflecting on his heart Heavy weighed and pierced The walker looks at his days Bad deeds gone by For which he must pay The moon and the sun Partners in light Separating reflecting one light Hearing this confusion wanes Another image hits The seven veils of mind But the night Feels the same As a cool hot summers climb With the voice comes no shame As the walker hunts the line |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
A white light blazing deep
Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow As thirsty gripped with hunger now Clear sighted painful ends to win The battle of the me so wafer thin The line between the devil's teeth And that which cannot be repeat Push me in take me t'ward The subject in the subject taught A war without a war within Join head and heart for to begin Bemused we flinch no easy work For invited me are loath to shirk The line between the devil's teeth And that which cannot be repeat War (You will understand) Work (My burning pride) War (Ripped me up inside) Work (I once asked Peter and even he didn't know from memory the line that goes here...) War Work Hey man, how will you feel When all you have and all you own Is your only true friend When above you in the firmament Flow the blood of the prophets Out of your reach From your aching speech |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up And get me out Keep me walking But never shout Hold the secret close I hear you say You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you're higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what seems out of place On and on it goes Calling like a distant wind Through the zero hour we'll walk Cut the thick and break the thin No sound to break no moment clear When all the doubts are crystal clear Crashing hard into the secret wind You know the way It twists and turns Changing colour Spinning yarns You know the way It leaves you dry It cuts you up And takes you high You know the way It's painted gold Is it honey Is it cold You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you're higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what Seems out of place It's o.k. It goes this way The line it twists It twists away Cuts you up and spits you out Keeps you walking But never shout. |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Roll Call
On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind Wake up with a preset mind With no self control And you decide to call the Roll Call Of the socialites who mortified Can't see as far as their next surprise Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night Believing that they're alive and well But if asked They have nothing to tell Except the words of a clashing rhyme I'll calmed and out of sync Even real sounds like a zero To a brain in lip sync Roll' On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day Forget your preset mind Roll to the end |
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from Peter Murphy - Deep (0000)
Roll Call
On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind Wake up with a preset mind With no self control And you decide to call the Roll Call Of the socialites who mortified Can't see as far as their next surprise Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night Believing that they're alive and well But if asked They have nothing to tell Except the words of a clashing rhyme I'll calmed and out of sync Even real sounds like a zero To a brain in lip sync Roll' On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day Forget your preset mind Roll to the end |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
The man who was mortally wounded in war
Kept on fighting The man who was cut to the quick by love Kept on loving The man who was merciless tortured by thoughts Kept on thinking The man who was crippled with concern Kept on caring Hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog that turned Hair of the dog The man whose eyes were sore from obscenities Kept on looking The man whose heart bled, killed by compassion Kept on feeling The man whose legs buckled under exertion Kept on running The man whose ears burned to the sound of his own name Kept on listening Hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog that turned Hair of the dog |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep And in her fear She sought cracked pleasures The passion of lovers is for death said she Licked her lips And turned to feather And as I watched from underneath I came aware of all that she keep The little foxes so safe and sound They were not dead They'd gone to ground The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death She breaks her hear Just a little too much And her jokes attract the lucky bad type As she dips and wails And slips her banshee smile She gets the better of the bigger to the letter The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she The passion of lovers is for death The passion of lovers is for death said she |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark. A token of esteem. Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. A wind rushes through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, number thirteen.
Barely concealed but hopeful Blackout Blackout! I will clinb this high wall In rememberance of Clancy To regain or re-earn my life As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago The wall has many holes And many foot pieces to fasten to The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance My penance and my task I did it once and they wondered Yet I need to go, once more around Up breathtakingly Across rigidly Down easily - and foolishly I endeavoured again To climb the wall in vain And capture back my chain Of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Dancing on hot tiles
Dancing on tender hooks Dancing down church aisles Dancing on holy books Dancing on crocodiles Dancing on hallowed ground Dancing Nyjinsky style Dancing with the lost and found Dancing on rock 'n roll's grave Dancing on burning coals Dancing on "Jesus Saves" Dancing with old scratch soul Dancing on flick knives Dancing a stiletto groove Dancing our nine lives away Dancing in the Louvre Dancing in catacombs Dancing in tuxedo drag Dancing in dark rooms Dancing on all your flags Dancing in the Vatican Dancing on the papal gown Dancing on the taxman Dancing on the crown We're dancing to the dark side of this tune We're dancing to the dark side of this tune |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Ancient Earth work fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills The music hold and Oberon fill Is surely recommended not For fear of death in fear of rot Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Baleful sounds and wild voices ignored In luck disaster the one reward Violated sanctity of supermen's hills So sad love lies there still So sad So sad Hollow hills Hollow hills Witches too and goblin too and speckled sills Lament repent oh mortal you So sad So sad |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for Satori The kick in the eye I am the end of reproduction Given no direction Every care is taken In my rejection Kick in the eye (x4) Every care is taken With my rejection And my abduction To my addiction Every care is taken With my protection And my abduction From my addiction Kick in the eye (x4) |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
You fear the lesson
And fear to walk And fear to pass on Your fear to talk The teacher was feared Your parents too Then you became The fear of you Fear Look to yourself Climb over the wall And see behind That you're not so small Then you won't blame fear When competing's too much As you fall on your back As you fail to touch Fear And I say to you When your fear is strong When you fear your life Then your fear is wrong Set free your past So shredding the skin Then you won't fear The fear of sin Fear |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Gonna be like a dog
Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose I preach for the praise Can't laugh so I gaze Like a bad offset I'm just counting the days I'm a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothin, nothing to lose Sonar blips on my arms My head's increased Just a hotel inmate I'm the lover deceased I'm the latent impression of a dancer's leg I like faking persuasion And laying my bed I'm a muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white show piece I've got nothing to lose |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Wipe away the night's last cold stare Red fist curled 'round the house Was away boy Shelly's shoes wash Chocolate power is so crisp The atomic open house is really here And we have gone so desperate Your power knows no bounds And heavier with time Are our shoes That no man would want to wear New tread wipes a wet road so dry it stings Into the borrowed course Under the dreadful birds Under the singing soil And all those guilty clouds I have seen too much Wipe away my eyes Too much |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes From the growth underneath the closed mouth You'll catch if you listen Rack-trapped cubist vowels From a dummy head expression From a dummy head expression The transformation is invested With the mysterious and the shameful While the thing I am becomes something else Part character part sensation The shadow is cast |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance Nine lives on the spirits 'Til the desert suns prevail In every scream eternal Locks out boredom forever Paints your fishes black It's so exciting Separate hearts Midnight Midnight close Almost crying Underneath the vine Fly like the jet The tan and white Evening I hear whistling In my ear wax Seven shapes Black |
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from Bauhaus - Mask (1981)
Well hello pretty woman
You're looking good With a yellow dot skirt And you're swaying hah You look as though you've ate your one last meal You're conceit is all thats left You can sing a spiel You used to hide away in kiosk land Let's find you out and loosen up You're so upset Making coffee for the poor machines Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some hah Well they're as stiff as New York With the right wing lights And the babies get for real if the group is right Following her swallowing some two-tone pills They said he's looking crazy but he's so well built You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be Harree aee ah Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to But he's seen shadows upon that ball Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead... Your mother father brother sister too Natural best All the best go on you I have you You have me We go where we want to be We have it We have fun We go places to have some (Harree aee ah) Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la Lalalalalalalalalalala la |
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