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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 - Alive Justforlove (2005)
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 Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
it'll take you to the top
and out to the edge shoot up needles through your blood lay ice under your sledge shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline, adrenaline shift, crank, adrenaline it'll put you through your paces kickstart your heart push you to the limit make the finish just the start shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline it'll save the life of a junkie closing on death counteract the poison give him back his breath shift, shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline a-a-a-drenaline, woah-ohhhh a-a-a-drenaline, a-a-a-adrenaline pushing flesh and marrow kicking bone and blood boosting up the cell count as the burning (?) is flood adrenaline, adrenaline shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull a-a-a-drenaline, shift, crank a-a-a-drenaline, pull a-a-a-drenaline, adrenaline |
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from Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild When I hear you humming All night long The sign I see it Tell me am I true All I need from you is All I see This city's paved with cold Playboys buying fun Seems there is no hunter left Without his hunting gun Can you feel the light? The air is wild open Oh, you see the light it's coming through It's there in the distance Always offered to me Always coming over a hill Oh, your see-saw smile Lasts me all night long Like a siren's curl When the night is long Now, come hold my hand No bad vibe hearts Hold my hand, you know This journey could be long Yeah, the seasons come in All the nights are woven All the nights, we'll see them through Ah, no hundred men now Would dare cut into us We'll go on and see it through (Belle) (Une rose qui a joue son role) (Mon Miroir) (Mon clef d'or) (Mon cheval) (Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance) Now, hold my hand No bad vibe hearts (Je voulais livrer) (Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant) (A votre main droite) (Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre) When the night has come in Your eyes are running wild Then I hear you humming All night long Yeah, the sign I see it Yeah, the times I see it All I need to know from you Is all I see Can you feel the light? The air is wild, open Oh you see the light It's coming through It's there in the distance Always offered to me Always coming over a hill Yeah, the seasons come in All the nights are woven All the nights, we'll see them through Ah, no hundred men now Would dare cut into us We'll go on and see it through |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild When I hear you humming All night long The sign I see it Tell me am I true All I need from you is All I see This city's paved with cold Playboys buying fun Seems there is no hunter left Without his hunting gun Can you feel the light? The air is wild open Oh, you see the light it's coming through It's there in the distance Always offered to me Always coming over a hill Oh, your see-saw smile Lasts me all night long Like a siren's curl When the night is long Now, come hold my hand No bad vibe hearts Hold my hand, you know This journey could be long Yeah, the seasons come in All the nights are woven All the nights, we'll see them through Ah, no hundred men now Would dare cut into us We'll go on and see it through (Belle) (Une rose qui a joue son role) (Mon Miroir) (Mon clef d'or) (Mon cheval) (Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance) Now, hold my hand No bad vibe hearts (Je voulais livrer) (Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant) (A votre main droite) (Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre) When the night has come in Your eyes are running wild Then I hear you humming All night long Yeah, the sign I see it Yeah, the times I see it All I need to know from you Is all I see Can you feel the light? The air is wild, open Oh you see the light It's coming through It's there in the distance Always offered to me Always coming over a hill Yeah, the seasons come in All the nights are woven All the nights, we'll see them through Ah, no hundred men now Would dare cut into us We'll go on and see it through |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day The sound of the drum is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factorytown Oh to be the cream repeat |
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The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid peeling soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain, Limbs in cramps contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid peeling soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain, Limbs in cramps contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead Undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Bela's undead Oh Bela Bela's undead Oh Bela Undead |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
Supernatural S6..
deraze Play With Fire (Original Single Mono Ver.) The Rollin.. Smiling Faces Sometimes The Undisp.. Me And Mrs. Jones Billy Paul 곡 126 | 담기 4 | 추천 1 |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Stepping on the road he made his way
To the stellar far land of his desire Singing strange and crazy by the day Like all the pretty things he once admired Singing pretty like a bird Singing pretty like a high class fool Big love of a tiny fool All that he loved was yet to be As he threw that starry look into his crowd A holy seer without a holy book Such easy meat for the hunting hounds Sang the key of minor sonnet That he got from the Major Cool Big love of a tiny fool He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it he's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it it's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark Sitting pretty like a bird Sitting pretty like a high class fool Big love of a tiny fool He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it he's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark He'll make it he'll deliver Don't forget it it's all heart Beauty innocence Fire without a spark ('Sen ' means 'You' in Turkish) |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
My heart
Is a black stone A streaking mirror Of unseen creatures He had a milkness From the universe 18 thousand feet A black stone heart My heart Is a black stone A moon glab?? night Come with my darkness I come With this darkness And go away white Go away white Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Velocity endless Ohhhhhhhh Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Invisible toooooooo Ohoh ohohohoh Ohoh Ohohohohoh Hey Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Velocity endless Ohhhhhhhh Silver wind and carcass Carcass and blue Invisible toooooooo When my black is back And sea out of sight I go there With my darkness And go away white And my black is back And my sea out of sight I go there With my darkness And go away white Go away white Go away white Go away white |
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from Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
Blind Sublime
It looks a dream And feels the same I could conquer it And still feel sane The soft hills and shores Beguiled and silent nights The sun waits softly We talk a lot Too much to say We're still too proud It looks a dream And feels the same I could conquer it And still feel sane (Repeat X 1) The people best Are simple here And thoughts escape me No fear, no judge No burning fear Their eyes don't pierce Slowly worked Smoke ringed arms It's too hot to mention Slowly worked Smoke ringed arms Luck turned an ear I shout to time that nothing stays Nothing lasts and damn to change Though then I read a book a line Which says we sleep in blind sublime Deaf and dumb in human lands To break and free needs different hands To pull us to a different space Where things are wider, out of place It looks a dream And smells the same I could conquer it And still feel sane It looks like a dream And smells the same I'd submit to it And still feel sane I'd submit to it And still feel sane I'd submit to it And still feel sane |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Love it when you tilt me
Take me tip toe in the sky Take me racing with the dolphins You got me blinded like Saul Blinded like Saul A sky clear lit You're the square that fits the circle You're in every lucky dip Uneven and brittle Is there fruit on our tree? Is my faith just material Did you just imagine me? Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Me (drink me like your river) Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Take me racing with the dolphins Take me running down the hall You got me drinking from your river You got me blinded like Saul Blinded like Saul Oh, my sacred mine Take me racing with the dolphins Run me out of time Her loving care notions Retract as they break Are there rules in her book? Is her future at stake? Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Did she just imagine? (drink me like your river) Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river) Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river Drink me like your river |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
How rich is your surface
How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
How rich is your surface
How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
We tried to fly
Is it so high We don't think so We don't think so Are we looked at Are we set back? Can we fake him Emulate him? Time is breaking Changing faking Grind us up now Not too hard now Features so fine Rouge and eyeline Things I fancy Just like Nancy Fashions alter Often falter Crepe soles out now No more fights now Make-up's taking Lots of shaving On my eyelash Be sure it don't clash Slim-line trousers Facial powders flooding my mind Be sure there's no lines Eye me up now pamper me now Please don't pass by Or I shall cry |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Four skies in one night
The earth from your face It takes one It takes two It takes three to make a bird Fly from that blossom tree The earth from your face From your eyes Looks like a groovy place Keeps me smiling like a child Like a child Like a child Like a child Well, it came as no surprise Love was in your eyes It was evident to me That I came to you Unable to really be Then there was you CHORUS The dolphin keeper lets us sail In through our love's initial veil The simple love I give to you Is breaking no one's heaven CHORUS It's a piece of truth Your clothes are altered To twist me inside I'm hanging sweet and kind And I've seen my twisted light Unshatter CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS It's a piece of truth It's a piece of truth |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near Let's be near the atmosphere |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near Let's be near the atmosphere |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring pour Away from her his compass mass The everglade the bonny lass The actress love that he mistook A siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook A siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need In Hedonisms shaft like look He wears the id the painter mistook And with her flame he'll burn its flesh Burn the freeze transcend the mesh Riders wings you give me back The siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook The siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring pour Away from her his compass mass The everglade the bonny lass The actress love that he mistook A siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook A siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need In Hedonisms shaft like look He wears the id the painter mistook And with her flame he'll burn its flesh Burn the freeze transcend the mesh Riders wings you give me back The siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook The siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Cool cool breeze
Rivers flow below The darkened room is closing down A light emblazoned within a breast Extracting from the sun My hand is reaching for the stars Your hand is swooping low A long long journey Wuthering heights A goal dead center clear A lamp is here To guide the way Far away yet so close These words I know are bound and stuck These words I know are bound and stuck But use them much I know we must To paint a collage blue and gold To touch each others touch I clasp invisible motion waves Of stories from your house Your eyes look like emeralds With you I'm in no danger Your eyes look like emeralds With you I'm in no danger And if I die before you go And if I cannot reach you'll know A bird of feathers white as snow I'll send beyond the breach My message will endow it strong This journey's one way ticket long I'll tell you in the silent zone The story of The Moor |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
What do you want of me
What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip you up and down For you I came to forsake Lay wide despise and hate I sing of you in my demented songs For you and your stimulations Take what you can of me Rip what you can off me And this I'll say to you And hope that it gets through You worthless bitch You fickle shit You will spit on me You will make me spit And when the Judas howl arise And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize I'll still be here as strong as you And I'll walk away in spite of you And I'll walk away Away Walk away (repeat) |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
What do you want of me
What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip you up and down For you I came to forsake Lay wide despise and hate I sing of you in my demented songs For you and your stimulations Take what you can of me Rip what you can off me And this I'll say to you And hope that it gets through You worthless bitch You fickle shit You will spit on me You will make me spit And when the Judas howl arise And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize I'll still be here as strong as you And I'll walk away in spite of you And I'll walk away Away Walk away (repeat) |
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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)
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 - Alive Justforlove (2005)
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 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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 - In The Flat Field (1980)
Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...) Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...) He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...) Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...) I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...) Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...) He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...) Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...) I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...) Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...) He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...) Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...) I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries Dark entries |
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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 Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
We're going down
We're going down We're going down To the kamikaze dive Pussy Galore Fishnet leatherette Psuedo sumo wrestler Dangerous dances The dragons claw On the door K-Tel oriental The monkey's paw. You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly You're so necromantic Stitch my thigh Mixing molotov cocktails Snappy little fingers Venomous and vain In the subterrain We're going down to the kamikazi dive Like insects in a Chinese lantern now We're feeling so alive, what's showing? We're going down to the kamikazi dive. We're feeling so alive, what's showingLike manic moths in Chinese lanterns now |
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from Bauhaus - In The Flat Field (1980)
I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despise For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars I dare I dare I dare- you- you |
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from Bauhaus - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despise For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars I dare I dare I dare- you- you |
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from Bauhaus - Swing The Meartache Tme Bbc Sessions (2000)
I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despise For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars I dare I dare I dare- you- you |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despise For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars I dare I dare I dare- you- you |
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from Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
Look at them now
Look at them do Look they found the dove Their vastness too Whirlpools whirl And dragnets drag Love me do oh love me do Love me find the dove This vastness sings a pretty song This vastness must be love Give me three the gift of one Whose science can't describe Whose eyes are peeled like atom bombs Their spirit is the prize The sufi three winged flight they soar All sacrals join all hearts A cavern gasps a dragon screams The jinn men smash the ark Four guides float four dots of God Realistic haqq is theirs Mystic men whose eyes are sore From trials of bigger lairs Look at them now Look at them do Look they found the dove Their triad song too A grey surprise Swirls below They could be happy too The ides of march Whirlpools whirl And dragnets drag Whirlpools whirl And dragnets drag Whirlpools whirl Dragnets drag Hell is not the fire Hell is your belief In yourself as the higher Four guides afloat Four dots of God Look they found the dove Their triad song too Whirlpools whirl Dragnets drag Hell is not the fire Hell is your belief In yourself as the higher |
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from Peter Murphy - Holy Smoke (2002)
Dream Gone By
Let go all the tears of your life The one you left behind Let the pain of the dream go by It's over The love is calling I'm searching You have gone to be free The love is calling I'm searching You have gone to be free When the light had gone And the night was over Yet the feeling will still exist For you and me Let go all the tears of your life The one you left behind Let the pain of the dream go by it's over And the feeling still exists For you and me You have gone to be free Let go all the tears of your life The one you left behind Let the pain of the dream go by it's over Oh, and as you fly past the sign That points to our way Send your children a whispered song Then allow yourself away One two I am you You are but a show Three four there's no mre Your red mouth is aglow Five six no more tricks Now I'm feeling clean The secret yeah it moved so fast Had to dive into mid stream |
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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 Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Save me, save me, make me true
Turn, turn, let me through Nothing's hard and nothing's to be gained Without you Leave us always looking in the now Not loosing, looking for it Not loosing, looking for You Guide us always (Are you alright?) Save me, save me Say, "you do" Even as the bird flies Out in the blue Out of the blue Nothing's hard and nothings gained Without you |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
To the great indian in the sky
Our father resides in no sky So this a form of patricide In which the children also die The Endless Summer of The Damned Shed no tear for mother earth Our mother but not ever bereft In this season's manufacture How long do we have here or not The Endless Summer of The Damned Now the ultra violet's violent |
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from Bauhaus - The Sky'S Gone Out (2000)
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream I make the air fall apart Around me Now as the petals are no more A corroding, shrinking stalk remains Bereft of his blooms And the ultimate cruelty of love's pinions Beset his appearance Beset his appearance No king could replenish his state Now browning, sinking, dying A thousand deaths A thousand deaths A thousand deaths [noise, coughing] Terry sat up And hugged the green army surplus bag Around his skinny waist It was cold And the person beside him had faded badly Legs apart his eyes lit up The sky's gone out The sky, the sky The sky's gone out [noise, snoring] Ooooooh The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out The sky's gone out |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
I looked at all the women
Checking out their features One walked a fine line While the others drew it One's lips came close One finger tripped it One glistened in the Sun But none were coming from it I threw a look I faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" I threw a look Faced the Moon "Where were you?" As rivers run And moonlight shines I'll catch her in the mirror And in a our land that time forgot We will catch them close One finger tripped it One glistening the Sun Then you were coming from it You threw the look I faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" We threw the look Faced the Moon Then there was you As rivers run And moonlight shines I'll catch her in the mirror And in a our land that time forgot We will catch them close One finger tripped it One glistening in the Sun A new world coming from it I threw the look We faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" We threw the look I faced the Moon Where were you? As rivers run (as rivers run) And moonlight shines (I'll catch her in the mirror) I'll catch her in the mirror (and in a our land that time forgot) And in a our land that time forgot (we will catch them close) We will catch them close And glisten (with it) with it I threw the look We faced the Moon Asked the maker "Where were you?" We threw the look I faced the Moon Where were you? We threw the look Faced the Moon Where were you? As rivers run And moonlight shines I faced the Moon |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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from Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
(Fun)
(Fun) (Fun) (Fun) (Fun) (Fun) (Fun) hey, baby, really like your lips (Fun) hey, baby, really like your pants All aboard for funtime (Fun) hey, I feel lucky tonight I'm gonna get stoned and run around All aboard for a funtime (Fun) we don't need no heavy trips (Fun) we just do what we want to do All aboard for funtime (Fun) everybody we want in We want some, we want some All aboard for funtime (Fun) last night I was down in the lab (Fun) talking to Dracula and his crew All aboard for funtime (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (Fun) hey, baby, really like your lips (Fun) hey, baby, really like your pants All aboard for funtime (Fun) didn't need no heavy trips (Fun) just did what we wanted to do All aboard for funtime (Fun) last night I was down in the lab (Fun) talking to Dracula and his crew All aboard for funtime (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (We're having fun) (we're having fun) (We're having fun) (fun) (We're having fun) (having fun) (We're having fun) (we're having fun) (We're having fun) (we're having) |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
Throws a look
Blows away She woke up to follow The lapping ocean Is her thing An ever friend Not hollow Her whispers are In the wind Rain for her Just fountains Her garden where The lovers go No thunder there Not harrow Just woke up To follow it Throws a look And still The swallows fall Around that face And wonder is for her Girlchild with the universes in her With sleepy eyes She throws a look At the passing swallow Nestled in Her candy hair She's never heard Of tomorrow How it filled me How it filled Girlchild aglow How it filled me How it filled Letting go of sorrow Girlchild with the universes in her Girlchild with the universes in her Girlchild with the universes in her Girlchild with the universes in her With the universes in her |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Xavier new boy loves Venus the cat
But he's locked up in a whirlpool The crowds see him All complicated no shine If they saw with their inner They'd see a man bigger than kind So much bigger than kind Bigger than kind Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Sets himself up He's the target, its own shot He's got to learn to relax, man Give what he's got He's diggin his own river bed When it's hot out, he's a shiver Looking for the water of life He needs that water in his river It's a shame he can't give Give what he's got He's got to learn to relax, man Give the world a shot Looking for the next world It's a natural thirst But the next world is made up Of what you make of this one first Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it Pray that he makes it |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
It only takes the time
Between here and there For a landing in another place Saw your shadow fleeting In the corner of my eye Your feet were skimming the sand And then some began to fly Lasted no time at all No time at all Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels The flower seller told the tale Saw you kiss the King one minute Then the next set sail Two places in one time And that's not all In one you're swimming to the limit Then the next you're riding the whales This clever never no man's land Angels whisper that you're winning Shooting starts that leave no trail It took you no time to leave the land When you kissed the King one minute The next you're setting sail Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels |
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from Peter Murphy - Should The World Fail To Fall Apart [Expanded Edition] (1986)
Of course we can see
From the lipstick that's used From even the wig that sits That's all we see of you I've done it among the many who From paint to health Bricka-brack fashion Giving you the talk back Giving you the buzz It's called a feedback It's fierce It's not from above It's fierce Tell my freinds they're all potential They're all potential Godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me Oh young and pure An inward girl A simple shape and mind A no-mans land A chosen ground A sitting for the sign Sashed and shorn Hallowed be her name Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore' Is the perogative of the superstar I say no all the time I'm super So are you! say no Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential Godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me The message clear For weak and strong He takes no pleasure in your pain The face is distant death Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore' Is the perogative of the superstar Put yourself on the line Stay super Say you! Say no! Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential - -Godsends I feel that this is me coming Tell them they'll never meet me |
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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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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)
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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from Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria (2002)
As if afloat
As if afraid The spirits meet Waited for an age It was a lesson sent Abstract and numbed Abstract and bleak Patience lent His test of patience lent Horizontal yet erect Yearning lying in wait Oneness floats about Unity served on his plate Circling round about The lover he will meet Dripping mellow stains of long M M M M Melting in her heat The lover he must meet Circling round about Dripping mellow stains of long Melting in her heat Without a blink Without a sigh His circle and hers meet Synchronised split Split seconds beat She killed his past With her kiss All past was but a lie She killed his head She killed his mouth And opened up the sky She killed his past With her kiss All past was but a lie She killed his head She killed his mouth The he-she joining The moment now Would be the only sound No front no back No present tense No milk from no holy cow She killed his past With her kiss All past was but a lie She killed his head She killed his mouth And opened up the sky |
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from Peter Murphy - Holy Smoke (2002)
Hit Song
Walking in the street Breath the only friend Strangers pass me by I'm moving, moving with the wind Inside me now, the gold The gold at rainbows end Stranger to myself, a stranger Stranger till the end Behind the closed door The one we painted green To remind me of the perfect plan Wash my face in fields of green Take me to the stars for free Point me to the high wire call Wake me true and wake me all Walk me in the streets Take me, to a view on high To an empire state Tease, tease and bake me dry Swerve and turn on me Melt me, melt me to the wall Like an unspeant fortune, I'm running Running with the call Behind the closed door The one we painted green To remind me of a perfect plan Wash my face In fields of green Take me to the stars for free point me to the high wire call Wake me true and wake me all |
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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 - Crackle - Best Of Bauhaus (1998)
Ancient earthwork, fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills That music hold and Oberon fill Is surely recommended not For fear of death, in fear of rot Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Hollow hills Baleful sound and wild voices ignored In luck, disaster, the one reward Violated sanctity of supermen's hills So sad (hollow hills) Love lies there still (hollow hills) So sad (hollow hills) So sad (hollow hills) Hollow hills (hollow hills) Hollow hills (hollow hills) Hollow hills Hollow hills Witches too, and goblin's too, too And speckled sills Lament, repent Oh mortal you (oh mortal you) So sad (hollow hills), so sad So sad, so sad... |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight I say whose on the rare tonight Lurking lipstick tickle fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, PAR AVION Certificate X tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight Sew my sock tonight - tonight She insists on tying down After the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar She preys in dockland He asks to see her hidden side She, the color of his money Honeymoon croon tonight Marylin fading fast better get straight The catch from the sidewalk is in a state The sound of footstep - mummy's here I'll be a good boy I'll never fear Better fix her drink tonight bed time's come Must blot out this urge to use my gun |
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from Bauhaus - Burning From The Insied (2000)
Your mornings will be brighter
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from Peter Murphy - I Spit Roses [single] (2011)
The captain is sea
In the moonlight the same The ship all himself Rose Spitter, the name A high mutiny Submerged down and under Shake-shack left you in shock Shed poison with a lover's lock All hands wound and fraught Blow the dark that we thought Oo-oh (I spit roses) Oo-oh (I spit) Shake-shack, ring the bell Pretty, petty, they shall swell Swell kid-like, kid-like squeak Was it a trick or was it treat? Oo-oh (I spit roses) Oo-oh (I spit) The captain is sea In the moonlight the same Reflex us and him He blurts karma, no sin The tall one astute The ginger all things To all men he's kind A split heart from mind I spit roses and thank Oh, the boat we thought sank (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses Roses I spit roses I spit roses (Wall to wall, pillar to post) (I'm back at the task, the task, that I love most) Roses (Wall to wall, pillar to post) (I'm back at the task, the task, that I love most) Roses (I'm back at the task, the task that I love most) Roses |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
The captain is sea
In the moonlight the same The ship all himself Rose Spitter, the name A high mutiny Submerged down and under Shake-shack left you in shock Shed poison with a lover's lock All hands wound and fraught Blow the dark that we thought Oo-oh (I spit roses) Oo-oh (I spit) Shake-shack, ring the bell Pretty, petty, they shall swell Swell kid-like, kid-like squeak Was it a trick or was it treat? Oo-oh (I spit roses) Oo-oh (I spit) The captain is sea In the moonlight the same Reflex us and him He blurts karma, no sin The tall one astute The ginger all things To all men he's kind A split heart from mind I spit roses and thank Oh, the boat we thought sank (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses (Oo-oh) I spit roses Roses I spit roses I spit roses (Wall to wall, pillar to post) (I'm back at the task, the task, that I love most) Roses (Wall to wall, pillar to post) (I'm back at the task, the task, that I love most) Roses (I'm back at the task, the task that I love most) Roses |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
To the crowd, to the world
You were so dry And with a token bird I made Sent it to fly, right to your side With a broken wing you sail Oh, like winter in July A barren river wide I'll pray for the flood to wash on you It's here, I'll be with you Well if the birds can reach the sky To this land I'll be with you Till the sun bursts from your side With my hands, I reach to you When you think your chance is passing by When you blow your moon away I'll bleed like the reed Fall with your knife It's here, I'll be with you To the crowd, to the world You were so dry And with a token bird I made Sent it to fly right to your side with a broken wing you sail Oh, like winter in July A barren river wide I'll pray for the flood to wash on you It's here, I'll stay with you It's here, I'll be with you I'll fall... |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
VERSE 1
Idle flow I've been running too slow I use so much time Now, I'm working to grow Don't regret our ties This endless flow You take these fears When you say they go Your touch honey-smooth Your shining calm So what if blood's spilt? You're my light you're my balm Your forest a dream Where scream melt to bliss Where love has its book Your name written on it CHORUS I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow I'm running, you're waiting So what if blood's spilt? Idle flow Idle flow I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow VERSE 1 CHORUS Idle flow Idle flow I'm running, you're waiting So what if blood's spilt? Idle flow Idle flow I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow Idle flow Idle flow I'm asking, you're giving Idle flow |
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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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