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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 - Ninth (2011)
Fade away
Is that not What was what What you thought? Drop that cause Now is all Memory go Junk the pause Fade away Is that not What was what What you thought? Drop that cause Now is all Memory go Junk the pause Let it go Left behind Discreate the sentimental blind Then is gone If debunk Memory go, reject the junk Memory go Memory go Memory go Memory go Memory, memory Promised love "The caring game" Not cashed in Is not the same An unreal life addicted to strain Imagined and Nonexistent pain Memory go Not to fade Not repressed Not to save Up in arms Up and tight Memory go A backwards' slight Memory go Memory go Memory go Memory go Memory, memory Fade away Is that not What was what What you thought? Drop that cause Now is all Memory go Oo Memory go (is that not what was?) Memory go (is that not what was?) Memory go (is that not what was?) Memory go (is that not what was?) Memory go (is that not what was?) Memory go (is that not what was?) Memory go (is that not what was?) |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
Eh
If you fall in love with me You'll never fall out If you take me in There'll be no way out without You'll never fall out Eh Oh, eh Effulgate, and you'll see the divine The pouring of love's wine My iridescent, iridescent blue I'll be, I'll be all over you CHORUS If you catch my glance You'll swim the Swan Sea Dissolve into ether dreams The truth of you and me Oh Oh CHORUS CHORUS |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
Eh
Eh Eh Honey butterfly Blue ring around my eye Celeste and fient Turn doodle into paint Give peace to each thing you see Peace to each thing you see Oo-hoo Uh-hoo Uh-hoo Remain no mark Come running, no drown In the world and not if it No break of a promise Give peace to each thing you see Peace to each thing you see You're lost, and he's found You might think that he's proud With one look at those hands You are cleaner than cloud Give peace to each thing you see Give peace to each thing you see Give peace to each thing you see Give peace to each thing you see Peace to each thing you see Give peace to each thing you see |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
Secret silk society
Secret silk society Secret silk society Secret silk society Who is wise? why, our hearts Made for passing the lote tree It is very, very far Very far indeed Oh, thirst, and yet Astonished we We seesaw soul In another place Secret, secret Is love as traveling? Under the doppled glade Arched embracer trees Who is wise? who is wise? Who is wise? Who is wise? Why, our hearts Who is wise? Why, our hearts Who is wise? (secret silk society) Why, our hearts (secret silk society) Who is wise? (secret silk society) Why, our hearts (secret silk society) Oh, secret silk society Secret silk society Secret silk society |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
I failed to se into your eyes
As I plundered the sky I'm a winder of words And you free to pry She's luning at the Moon I've been looking her way For twenty-three summers now In a seesaw sway CHORUS (Out there it's a seesaw) in a seesaw sway (As I plunder the sky) in a seesaw sway (Out there it's a seesaw) in a seesaw sway (Out there) The luna the better (the luna the better) i'm a crater uplifter (i'm a crater uplifter) I talk from a dream (I talk from a dream) It's our seesaw sway CHORUS Oh, what's the matter with this? It all rests with you i'm not a linger for the bitter Pills, coin or gold No killdrill river Nor young or fey I'm a seer of goodness things In our seesaw sway CHORUS Seesaw Seesaw Seesaw Seesaw Seesaw Seesaw Seesaw Seesaw CHORUS In our seesaw sway |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
The point is up
Touch, elbows touch Tell them to look away Find security and say Look at the clues Clear as cloud Drop our love for love CHORUS Slow down Slow down Slow down Slow down Slow down Slow down Why let it go To the deeper down? Well, we could look and pray Ah, don't run, don't drown Look at the clues Clear as cloud Drop our love for love CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS Slow |
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from Peter Murphy - Ninth (2011)
I'm a velocity birds in an invisible star
I'm a velocity bird faster than all speeding cars Your whisper is mine as it lifts you up from above Your pains are no crime, they're what crack you open up your love Crack open your love from the seed to the tree Crack open your love, be yourself if you wanna be me I'm a velocity bird in an invisible star I'm a velocity bird faster than all speeding cars Velocity bird, be yourself if you wanna be me Velocity bird, be yourself if you wanna be me Velocity bird, be yourself if you wanna be me |
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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 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 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 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 - Go Away White (2010)
21st century boy
No fall out boy No hallucination Generation Just International Bulletproof Talent Groove riders Join the underground Groove riders With the underground Just International Bulletproof Talent Free the bass man With industrial strength twelve thumpers The culture of prolific head Communication with spirit man Communication with the spirit man Just International Bulletproof Talent |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
We put the clocks forward
We put the clocks back The mirror is never fooled It remains slow moving liquid cool As we speed headlong into the berzah Jinn stone of indians Narkik and faded stars The temperature is cold as clay Ash on birthday cake a wine blushing bride Stupefied our bad side's in decay Stupefied our bad side's in decay |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
you're entering a pearl corridor
ending on your crimson spot i become unconscious, saved and just pursuing spirograph with the zahra universes hung in middle space that i promise to be you but was no such thing i was saved, saved, saved ooh, ooh the world does not lie the place of paradise the people, the people lie the people lie one with your body you are walking peace what if things do not part what if things do not part part, ooh, ooh saved, saved you're entering a pearl corridor lying on your crimson spot i become unconscious saved, saved, saved, saved, saved.... |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
The moon sheds light
when all is dark the dog's reaction is to bark. Is that the moon's fault? Tell me true Tis the dog's nature So to do. The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog's a vapour Belched by earth The dog's a vapour Belched by earth. There's something in you. Tis the dog's nature So to do The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog's a vapour There's something in you The dog's a vapour The dog's a vapour Belched by earth The dog's in you |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
There outta be
Something better A better singer A better actor Better job Better money Better get her Better lover Better not Too much luck Too much conceit Give me one religion It's too much Too much Passing information Too much selfish Too much fake Too much computer Too much to take It's too much Too much effort Too much, kid Too much control Control It's too much Bet you want to Be something better A better singer A better actor Better job Better money Better got her Better love her Better not Ready? A better human It's too much It's too much Oh, yeah |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
Undone you say
As if a sorry thing If there was an undoing Of you to be What cause to bring An opening heart A craven soulless ring A valencian bell No passing of the lote tree Undone and away with you You long road wither flaunt Your pearls bouncing plasticine A knowledge ever to haunt No passing of the lote tree |
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from Bauhaus - Go Away White (2010)
Vagrant held my master's secret art
Oh, look at you loves me, loves me not loves me, loves me not loves me, loves me not |
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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 - 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multi-reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odorous whim Camera eye-flick-shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace of pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The card is lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Let me catch the slit of light For a maidens sake On a maiden flight In the flat field I do get bored Replace with Piccadilly whores In my yearn for some cerebral fix Transfer me to that solid plain Hammer me into blazen pain Moulding shapes no shame to waste Moulding shapes no shame to waste And drag me there with deafening haste. |
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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 - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Madness in the wind's got something to say
It ripped you apart It will always be that way It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos Will cut to pieces The film you saw today It's your big bad secret Your crown of thorns |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks The graveyard scene The golden years She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads under silent wigs Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights (headlights?) and power (powder?) It's patently obvious She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Hot lines under a rain of drum Cigarette props in action Dialogue dub, now here's the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties It's in the can |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Her gaze hit the side of mine
So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's the difference' Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light 'What's the difference' Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) Shivering under lamposts Shivering under glass Your standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last 'What's the difference' Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones 'What's the difference' So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head 'I am your slice of life' |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
In a crucifixation ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look into your crimson orifice In holy remembrance In scarlet bliss In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum Father, son, and holy ghost Stigmata Martyr |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel His eyes were heavy He carried a card One couple questioned The other discharged Terror couple kill colonel in his West German home Three shots from three feet Dragged himself to the phone Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel And as he lay there Playing games with his pain He felt his choice of jobs Was such a mistake He could have been a doctor In a soft easy chair In stead he chose three stars A territorial affair Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel In his West German home In his West German home In his West German home |
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from Bauhaus - Best In Peace The Final Concert (2006)
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cats eyes It's sick function to pry The spy in the cab Coldly observing- callously reserving A drivers time Automated autonomy Playing on his mind The spy in the cab The spy in the cab An eye for an eye A spy for an eye An eye for an eye A spy for a spy A twenty-four hour unblinking watch Installed to pry Installed to cop The spy in the cab The spy in the cab The spy in the cab I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy |
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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 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men Seperate from their awe With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Indigo eyes ... Asking His heaven is uncovered not A black tree blocks his way His way is skating round a dome (His way is in dismay) The playmate sings Like Orphee in some thunder world Asking to be bathed in light To be exemplified With grey desire he looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Saw his past He had dug for trust With blind infected hands And wondered as the hurt bit hard Why the sacred weren't at hand Only when his ears were deaf To the angels light burst waves Only when his ears were deaf Did life turn from fog to fog But not evil but estranged But not evil but estranged Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey Indigo eyes Indigo eyes |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Health is all I'm asking for
Love is all I need Hope is what I'm asking for Lay me down to sleep It was then that I lost you Was dragged there too Under a sea of mystery Died there along with you Love me hold me keep me from harm Love me hold me keep me from harm Guess you found your own root Dug into that fast heart Flew without wing or pinion Now you orbit the stars Now haunted and weary Your vision creeps I need a clear water I need a release Love me hold me keep me from harm Love me hold me keep me from harm |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
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 - Alive Justforlove (2005)
When I returned
You buried my last two weeks My last two weeks Of my new times So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful A wasted mouthful Because of a trip That was trapped inside you I was trapped inside you And always imagined That I could I always imagined Imagined I would Conjure you up Conjure you up So it didn't seem like It didn't seem like I was conditioned I was conditioned about that So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful Am I untruthful Am I untruthful As a result of being Maybe Maybe it was too soon The red rose I liken it to the flicker of the pure Fleeting moments Precede our actions Light that's not burning Light that's not burning No more lost sinking feeling Tethered to your shoe Tethered to you We ask the controller He sends us flames Our lying bodies sleep His whispered word says Ah this is how This is how it looks From where we weep Tethered to red rose Tethered to your shoe To the seven of cups Tethered to you |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
It's like there's a straight way you know, you know
I've told you before it's as thin as ice As thin as the razor snow Don't freeze in the snow Don't bake in the heat I'll be your breath There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet Use me Don't sleep in the subway Don't sleep in the pouring rain By my voice in my midnight meditation When I wake, be my heart's floatation Come and fill, come and fill from the overflow Come and play, come and play be like a bird Don't sleep in the subway I'm needing you well - I I feel you, you're closing down yeah Get close, talk right through me Get close, keep tight with me If you fall now it could be forever I'm telling you the line is thin now I've told you before this hate is a sin Empty out for the overflow Let love begin There's a place where we can meet |
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from Peter Murphy - Alive Justforlove (2005)
Time Has Got Nothing to Do with it
Make me a mannered, a mannered thing Carved of wood, a life force thing Give it an arm, that points to the earth And a hand, that points at me No matter where I stand No matter where I stand And knows all that we can't see The clock cannot be turned With remorseful yearns Time has nothing to do with it You would see, you would see If you were three again And did it all the same Fate drives you insane Fate drives you insane And did you throw you in the road Put your face to shame Did you think your mouth could teach Make you think you think It's got a lot to do with It's got a lot to do Let's get nothing, nothing askew Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Change is insane with eyes that blame And morals that blank the lines Of transmissions new If only we knew It's not all happening here There blanks are scarce And blindness is forgot Is forgot The perfect plan Is not the man Who tells you You are wrong Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Disappear into the clear And visions understood Wrestle now and shout the vow The illusion is the pain The illusion is the pain Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time |
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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 - Dust (2005)
You smile at me
With your lost eyes In awe of what you think Your heaven thick with wanderlust Your gold Just cold cold steel Where is love in that Jungle haze? You're building temples Made with sand You call on them To kiss your feet When you should kiss their hand Be that heaven thick with dust Your wishing Still so clean Where is love in that Jungle haze? You're building temples Made with sand Leave your city Leave your dream Let the silent sway Where is love in that Jungle haze? You're building temples In the sand Leave your city Leave your dream Let the silent sway Come hear The silent sway Leave the silent sway Leave the silent sway Leave the silent sway Leave the silent sway |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
There is no place like
Just for love Just understand that Just for love Come with me Just for love It was you that I thought of Just for love The stars are calling you And you've never been so luminescent The city calls for you Amd you've never been so luminescent Just for love Just for love Just for love Just for love Me the shaker you the sheihk now With every move now I'm the mover with the groove now Just for love Just for love The stars spin for you And you've never been so luminescent The city spins for you And you've never been so luminescent Just for love Just for love Just for love |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
When I returned
You buried my last two weeks My last two weeks Of my new times So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful A wasted mouthful Because of a trip That was trapped inside you I was trapped inside you And always imagined That I could I always imagined Imagined I would Conjure you up Conjure you up So it didn't seem like It didn't seem like I was conditioned I was conditioned about that So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful Am I untruthful Am I untruthful As a result of being Maybe Maybe it was too soon The red rose I liken it to the flicker of the pure Fleeting moments Precede our actions Light that's not burning Light that's not burning No more lost sinking feeling Tethered to your shoe Tethered to you We ask the controller He sends us flames Our lying bodies sleep His whispered word says Ah this is how This is how it looks From where we weep Tethered to red rose Tethered to your shoe To the seven of cups Tethered to you |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
No yester dreams
No grey desire No body's sap and tire No sorrows born Of lust's disguise No home without its sire Break out the tomb The selfmade womb No faded flick No grey desire No body's sap and tire And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car No yester dreams No faded flick No body's sap and tire No sorrows born Of lust's disguise No home without its sire Break out the tomb The selfmade womb No faded flick No grey desire No home without its sire And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you ask me You know I'll give And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car And if you run from me Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
It's like there's a straight way you know, you know
I've told you before it's as thin as ice As thin as the razor snow Don't freeze in the snow Don't bake in the heat I'll be your breath There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet There's a place where we can meet Use me Don't sleep in the subway Don't sleep in the pouring rain By my voice in my midnight meditation When I wake, be my heart's floatation Come and fill, come and fill from the overflow Come and play, come and play be like a bird Don't sleep in the subway I'm needing you well - I I feel you, you're closing down yeah Get close, talk right through me Get close, keep tight with me If you fall now it could be forever I'm telling you the line is thin now I've told you before this hate is a sin Empty out for the overflow Let love begin There's a place where we can meet |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
Thing to Remember when writing figures of speech and sound
The Power of poetry comes from the ability to defy logic Defy logic often Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky Tell us that your lover is the sky When you do that We won't believe you We won't believe you Because saying so makes no sense But we'll see a meaning We'll see a meaning The other thing is the ability to be remembered Love anything Love anything Wasted I cut myself down Cut myself down Wasted Now, Breaking free Breaking free It's no longer me Understand where you come from Floating I'm facing me down Prostrate to the ground Understand Prostrate to the ground Mystery Rain down on my life Down on my life Maybe there is nothing to say Breathing The future is gone The strain of the past The future is gone The strain of the past Sometimes nothing often means The beauty of the human experience Healing Rain down on my life Down on my life Wasted Now, breaking free Breaking free It's no longer me Love anything Love anything Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky Love anything Floating I'm facing me down Prostrate to the ground Mystery Rain down on my life Down on my life Love anything Love anything Love anything Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky Sometimes Sometimes nothing often means The beauty of the human experience These things are to be remembered To be remembered |
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from Peter Murphy - Dust (2005)
Water lily
Freedom Where does the Spirit lay? Freedom Lying in shadows Of light and clay I trace your feet Like transparent thrones I dream of your clinging I am not alone I glide with you Draw you with kole Your paint the river I am not alone That lover In the crash That scent lingers now Your face Your face I trace your feet Like transparent thrones I dream of your clinging I am not alone I glide with you Draw you with kole Your paint the river I am not alone |
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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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Open my eyes
But they're not mine I'm looking from you As you Neither there at the same time Oh, it's easy to say In a few smart ways I am you And you are me It's just easy to say It's just easy to say CHORUS And I'll throw you pearls While I kiss myself And I'll throw you pearls While I kiss myself And I'll throw you pearls While I kiss myself And I'll throw you pearls (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) Head trips to nowhere Seeing the fire, but not in it Yes, that joy (yes, that joy) Love is tapped Are you afraid of love? Of being yourself Forget the silence Get in the crowd Don't stand out Stand in (stand in) And see yourself And I'll throw you pearls CHORUS (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) And I'll throw you pearls (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) While I kiss myself (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) (Bop bop) And I'll throw you pearls (Bop bop-bop ba-oo) While I kiss myself (Bop bop) |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
(Oo)
(Oo) (Oo) (Oo) I don't want to be a part Of a second part But while I'm in it I'm keeping out of it I don't want to be I should be able to see A seal of man And then sometimes I don't CHORUS I'll be a piece of you then So that I'll see you in them I'll howl at the Moon With a song to swoon (oo) I'll crawl like a fly (oo) And if I have to I'll die (oo) Give me a piece (oo) Of a blissed release I'm a formula one start I'm the wheel and the cart And I'll be a part of you When I'll see you CHORUS (Oo) I'll be a piece of you then (oo) (Oo) A piece of you then (oo) So that I'll see you in them (oo) A piece of you then (oo) I'll see you in them (oo) So that I'll see you in them (oo) So that I'll see you in them (oo) A piece of you then (oo) I'll see you in them (oo) A piece of you then (oo) I'll see you in them (oo) |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
My white visions continue
This younger skin's outgrown old ways Given what I need I'm listening to how the silent sway Still there'll be poison pens And that pick of bones Still a stand to cast The first stone Still there'll be poison pens And that pick of old bones Still a stand to cast The first stone (The first stone) Check the day out The human race is doing time Locked in some flimsy cage Made of the stuff of the free will kind Hear my heart smash My self made throne Hoping not to cast The first stone Hear my heart smash My self made throne Hoping not to cast The first stone (The first stone) (The first stone) (The first stone) Hear my heart smash My self made throne I promise not to cast The first stone Oh The first stone |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
The story's still in the works
The players fishing ideas Walking in the air The church of Irene Stands like a warehouse With love's spirit out in the cold Out in the cold Tonight The actions disappear And let the love's spirit in The fear inside my head Is just a resistance to The weight of love The weight of love The weight of love The weight of love The theater with no name Calls a welcome in And music fills the cracks No shadows whispering (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) the weight of love (Weight of love) (Weight of love) (Weight of love) (Weight of love) the weight of love |
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from Peter Murphy - Unshattered (2004)
Fragments spinning in the waves
The sea is dreaming of shining caves A drop of petal rings the bell In the corner of Heaven of my Little Nell Words from the vine and essence flow A teardrop turns in its fall to a glow And Thelma sings her sing song show To the mother that lost her before she did grow VERSE 3 And her wintered feet now shim and shine As she sings from one to ninety-nine And her wintered feet now shim and shine As she sings from one to ninety-nine (Oo, mm) (Oo, mm) VERSE 3 |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Love Hysteria (2002)
Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men Seperate from their awe With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Indigo eyes ... Asking His heaven is uncovered not A black tree blocks his way His way is skating round a dome (His way is in dismay) The playmate sings Like Orphee in some thunder world Asking to be bathed in light To be exemplified With grey desire he looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Saw his past He had dug for trust With blind infected hands And wondered as the hurt bit hard Why the sacred weren't at hand Only when his ears were deaf To the angels light burst waves Only when his ears were deaf Did life turn from fog to fog But not evil but estranged But not evil but estranged Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey Indigo eyes Indigo eyes |
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