She's in Parties

Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks
The graveyard scene
The golden years

Chorus:
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

(chorus)

Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and drinks
Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights and power
It's patently obvious

(chorus)

Hot lines under a rain of drum
Cigarette props in action
Dialogue dub, now heres the rub
She's acting her reaction

She's in parties
It's in the can

Antonin Artaud

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)

King Volcano

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

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?

Consider green lakes
And the idocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool
The in the face
Of midnight proposals
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

In the shadow of his smile (x4)

All our dreams have melted down
We are hiding in the bushes
From dead men
Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts

All our stories burnt
Our films lost in the rushes
We can't paint any pictures
As the moon had all our brushes

Extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile

Slice of Life

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' (4 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'

Honeymoon Croon

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
say whose on the tiles tonight
lurking lipstick tickle fickle

Marylin's on.
Send her by air mail, PARAVION
Certificate of X-tacy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed

Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my socks tonight, tonight

The stranger arrives,
the gun still warm
20 years to old
used to form
turns out to be an old trick,
from her senior service, Senior service

She insists on tying down
after the soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
she preys in dockland

He asked to see her hidden side
She, the colour of his money... colour of his money
Honeymoon croon tonight
sew my sock tonight
I say, whose on the tiles tonight?
I say, Honeymoon

Marylin's fading fast better get straight
the catch from the sidewalk is in a state
the sound of footsteps - mummy's here
I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear
Better fix her drink tonight,
bed time comes
must blot out this use my gun
Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight

Honeymoon croon tonight
sew my sock tonight
I say, whose on the tiles tonight?
I say, Honeymoon

Kingdom's Coming

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

Burning From The Inside

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 the point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
As we near the atmosphere

Hope

Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line
Tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no

Lagartija Nick

Move his way
Nice and Slow
Paint it all black
Let the humorous glow
He feels like sacher-masoch
And the fire below
Is licking at his lips

Cracks the whip
Come on crack
Crack the whip

Swallowing flames
Sinking in the snow
He enjoys feeling pain
He enjoys peeling slow
Lagartija Nick
It's no dumb show
Your name's on his whip

Crack the whip
Come on crack

A code of play
A nocturn rite
In the cruel garden of dark delights
Sixteen cages crawl in line
Desire is a heady wine

Come on crack
Crack

All in pain
It's no dumb show
Fire below
Is licking at his lips
Swallowing flame
Crack

Departure

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

Sanity Assassin

Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes screaming
You try to pin him to the wall
You end up on the ceiling
Locked in a dome
The shadows flicker by
He's the madcap pusher
Delerium the drug he's dealing

He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness

He's the sniper in the hills
Hiding the holes in your head
He's the poison in your poison
The razor in your head
Hanging on a picture
Eyelid needle and thread
You empty yourself once again
But he's always one step ahead
He whispers in your ear
was it nothing that you said
He's walking in your sleep now
He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed

He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness

The sanity assassin
Stays up all night stalking
The sanity assassin
Picks off victims like flies
The sanity assassin
Let his fingers do the walking
The sanity assassin
The crack shot between your eyes
He's got you in his sights

He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness

The razor in your head
He's the poison in your poison

Drops a capsule in your drink
(repeat)

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