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An earwig crawled into my ear
Made a meal of the wax and hairs
Phoned friends, had an insect party
But all I could hear was the bass drum drum
All I could hear was the bass drum drum
Now if you put your ear close you'll be able to hear
Not the sea shore noise of the shore sea shell
The clatter of plates
And the bronze of the bell
Going ding dong, ding dong, ding dong dong
Going out of my mind as they hollow my head
I'm floating in the air, but my body's in bed
The more they eat, the more I see
What is not, but just could be
You can hear them laughing in my head
You can hear them laughing in my head
Ha ha ha ha ha
Now they've eaten my memory, I can't recall
How the world used to be before
So a vision is the same as what is real
Depends upon the lighting, and how I feel
Ding dong, drum drum, ha ha ha ha ha
And then the music stopped
The musician went away
They'd eaten all my brain
The red and the gray
They all stack at home
Dug a tongue through my nose
Where my brain used to be
Now there's only a hole
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Which scarecrow has the power of voice
It will stab you in the thigh
And when she wails
It twists your insides
Wise scarecrow
Which scarecrow
Which scarecrow
A pitch for which he has been searching
Holds the key to the dream she’s been dreaming
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on
She is coming on strong
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on
Coming on strong
Droll,
Try to mix her ego with her soul
Never mix the ego with her soul
I always twist my ego with my soul
Which scarecrow
Wise scarecrow
Which scarecrow
And ‘cause you was her inspiration
Got a plan that can shatter a nation
She is coming on, coming on, coming on
She is coming on strong
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on
Coming on strong
She is coming on strong
She is coming on strong
She is coming on strong
When your sun strikes me my walls fall down
And I can sit down in you perfect light and sound
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There are so many colourful rays
How are you going to choose one
Bright lights look all right from here
But seduction has to be wrong
(refrain)
So many ways
I don't know which path you're taking, if it's bent or straight
All I know is I've found something that will take me home again
So many ways
If you keep your wits about you, search with an open heart
You'll be sure to find your answers, penetrate the scream in the
So many ways
Lost and if you are looking for foot's path
Floating free in space
There are all these lights coming out the dark
Do they lead to the same place
So many ways
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An emotional charge like an electrical spark
But the fuses are two, you can't tell them apart
When the bodies collide, the bodies emerge back into one
The only urge all change in paths
But you can't help the and nothing stays still
The tiger moves on when its taken its fill
But you cling to the part like a shark to its prey
When the part doesn't last there's pain, but no one to blame
Who's to blame
Fail to achieve a basis for collaboration
But you cling to the part like a shark to its prey
The preacher looked out on my doing today
And he said, "Oh, this looks curly to me."
Johnny Yen
Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act
At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
See Houdini and his underwater tricks
You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick
Watch Knievel hit the 17th bus
You got crushed in the souvenir rush
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
I said poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy
Come on, somebody, finish him off please
Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you
Can't you see he's had enough
Finish him off, somebody
Next!
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Down the chute and out the door
I know that I've been here before
The blinding lights, the long white coat
Cut the cord before I choke
Oh, please sir, handle me gently
I've got nothing to protect me
This man in a mask stabbed me in the back
No sooner alive than I'm being attacked
If this is the planet Earth
Oh please, mom, take me back in your sack
My keepers aren't too bad this time
The man's quiet, the woman's crying
When I arrive, what's hers is mine
I take and take it all the time
Oh please sir, do not tempt me
Those sweet things, they just destroy me
I always want more than I can get
My belly's full, but I'm not done yet
Need something to kill
The world is
It's true, it's true, it's true
You taught us how to be the same as you
If only you really knew
We wouldn't do what you do
It's true
As you poison the Earth you poison our lives
This isn't living, but another disguise
Go looking for truth
As all of this is built on lies and lies
Hey, now you've found me
Everything's so clear
With your arms around and your song in my heart
There's simply nothing I can fear
He'll inside, put through my head
Replacing my eyes
Please don't let me hide cut through my head
Replacing my eyes
Really Hard
To be loving when the knives are out
Takes much courage and a mind without doubt
I'm just some robot, wind up the clockwork jerk
Trying to impress is the nature of my work
And it's so hard to remain open
If it's true, it can't be spoken
Really hard
Really hard
Rhetoriticians think they're running this show
Words as power is all they'll ever know
I'm just some reflex, when struck, the knee will jerk
Trying to impress is the nature of our work
And it's so hard to remain open
If you bend, you won't get broken
Really hard
Really hard
Wake up from this dreaming state
A long scream out, it's not too late
I am dying to begin
I am dying to begin again
Really hard
Really hard
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Pleasures of the night
Seaman's delight
Holler
(refrain)
Pleasures of the night
What a sight
Oh no, the organ plays by itself
It doesn't need the grinder's help and the monkey
And the monkey stow away to sea
Back to his wife and a nest in the trees
Billy's brother plays bass in a band called Man
He fancies himself as a traveling ham
Strutting and fretting them into fame
In a torn t-shirt he'll carve his name
Holler
(refrain)
Looking for adventure and some mystery
He doesn't need the grinder and he doesn't want me
Stripped off his suit
So let the poor beast be
Oh, let the poor beast be
The man said, "Ho ho wee, this is too hot for me!"
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night
He said, "Ho wee this is too hot to see."
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night
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Why so close
Big boys in black hats
Cowboys with white guns
White guns shoot blue white
Blue white baptism
No buffaloes
No Indians
No more buffaloes
Red sky is falling
Blue blood no stalling
White heat will strip you
No time to run far
Ivan’s got a wall of lead ‘round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why... so close
So close
Wayne’s got a wall that’s much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches Ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm
One false move and we all fall down
No futile games, no such fun
Here’s your ticket to our party
That’s what you get for playing with a gun
Six-guns so close
So close
Ivan’s got a wall of lead ‘round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts
Wayne’s got a wall that’s much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches Ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why...
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
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Withdrawn, muscles all tense
Nothing flows for the self-obsessed
Feel all washed up
Restless, can't sit still
A mental state, or a physical ill
Toxic, bones all cracked
Step on a bus, get a panic attack
you took me so high
Now getting out of bed is enough to make me cry
Saps all my energy
That's how it used to be
You came just in time
Feel all washed up
Need a wash up
Need a wash
Restless, muscles all ache
So tense, watch me shiver as you shake
Not a dance but a scream by the body at the stake
Pierces my heart, something's gonna break
Amazed when you cannot deny
Going out of bed is enough to make you cry
That's how it used to be before you came by
Screwed up at school
Hate bad food
Too many T.V. views live in you
Feel all washed up
Much to take, I'm overcome
So wash me up with a loving song
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I've been digging this grave, but now that it's made
I see that black is one hell of a colour
Want to break out so I start to shout
But the mortician's returned to his parlour
Black hole
Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music's so loud
That I can't concentrate on my sorrow
Let down my hair and find something to wear
And then dance myself into tomorrow
Black hole
I'm in a hole here and all I can see
Are these grey walls that are closing in on me
Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm
Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm
Oh why, why deep holes
Oh I love my holes
Black hole
If the weather would change these clouds might blow away
And my body'd be wrapped up in sunshine
I want out of this wind that is wearing me thin
Blasting my flesh to the marrow
Why dig holes
Why deep holes
Black hole
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