What’s Love Got To Do With It?
Like animals do…
I left you standing in the
heart of the town
By the taxi rank and you
headed off into the night
And today I ran
Like animals do…
I never looked you in the
yes the way I did tonight
I never felt this way before
I couldn’t help but open my
mouth
Like animals do…
And today I feel so scared
and sick
I’ll never eat again
Your face, smiling, keeps
coming back
And the way your body
shivered and shook
Like animals do…
I hate myself
I crush my lips and try and
hide it far away
This is so sick, it scares
me
It sickens me
I never want to see your
face again
I never want to be myself
again
I never want to be like
animals do.
You want war – I’ll give you war
You want dreams – I’ll give you dreams
You want hope – I’ll give you hope
You want blood – I’ll give you blood
You want love – I’ll give you love.
You want clean air,
mountains, blue skies
Fresh water running gently
down the sides
Peaceful meadows, animal
roaming quietly
Clear seas of blue and green
Nature at peace and harmony.
You want the night, so black
and cold
Harder than steel, longer
than your dreams
A darkness of infinity
Where lovers entwine
forever; violins and wine
A sleep to last till the
dawn, that may never arrive.
You want the hate that
pulses deep inside
That boils and burns,
paining to escape
Anger that leads to bigotry,
prejudice and ignorance
Turning man against man,
inside and out
That causes wars that can
never be explained.
You want the touch of my
hand upon your face
To soothe your tortured skin
Smooth away the torment and
pressure
To hold you in my arms again
And shelter and protect
against the evils that we make.
You want war and I’ll give you war
You want dreams and I’ll give you dreams
You want hope and I’ll give you hope
You want blood and I’ll give you blood
You want love and I’ll give you love.
You want drugs to escape
this madness
Something to enjoy, to shut
out the world
So personal, so real; a
feeling
To forget the pain, misery
and disease
This madman’s cure that
we’ve created.
You want murder to justify
revenge
The slaughter of babes
because of a sign
Death of unbelievers,
non-believers of a faith in your eyes
Harness destruction in the
name of life
Embrace atrocity because of
a name.
You want war and I’ll give you my war
You want dreams and I’ll give you my dreams
You want hope and I’ll give you my hope
You want blood and I’ll give you my blood
You want love and I’ll give you my love
You decide
You decide.
Don’t force your weapons of
mass destruction on me; don’t use them to justify peace
Who do you trust? Your
mother, father, girlfriend, boyfriend husband, wife?
No one?
The newspaper, the
television, the radio?
No one
Just yourself.
They justify their own ends,
their own in glories
Mindfuckers
One royal marriage bust up
equals tow mutilated horses equals five murdered Pakistanis in Wolverhampton,
equals a coach crash in Italy, equals the ravages of war in Bosnia equals the
starving continent of Africa
Mindfuckers
And high on the hill I stand
proclaiming I am reborn, that I am holy and pure
Cleansed to worship his soul
and to help others
Yeah help in religious
fervour
Grenades and guns- hands
reddened by the enemies’ blood
How can the murder of one be
condones as a blow struck for the preservation of life
Armed evangelicals on the
rampage open fire at the abortion clinic
Termination acclaimed for
the rights of God and the rights of man.
And yes I too can proclaim
to be the Son of God, the saviour of mankind
For I can lead to promised
lands and with these the disciples will fall
Christen me and I’ll work
miracles for you
Then crucify me with the
nails I so desire and deserve
Mindfuckers.
Fortuitous moments of
sanctity and sanctuary
Before the hell of dictators
destroy the calm
Filling the minds of
conditioned thoughts and movements
There is only one right way
– one given path
Used to bully the weaklings
and underlings into a subclass
Right wing and Left-wing
ideologies and all in-between; the gap so small
The scope so narrow that all
extremes must be eliminated
Mind fuckers.
So how can I launch myself
into the night’s dreams?
Knowing that nothing exists,
that everything that is real is only for a moment
Our lives are rules by
memories and expectations, neither of which are reliable or that fail to
materialise
How can I love when it is
there for only a second?
When I know it never arrives
or lasts
And a thousand agonies of
hell exist
Waiting for the next trauma
The limit of ourselves is
ourself
The limit of our minds is
our mind
In fear of failure, of
taking the chance
Why waste time worrying?
This is the hand that held
another
A symbol of love and dreams
But as you will know and as
you can tell
Life is never what it seems.
This is the hand that led
another
A gesture, an invitation to
dance
But with two left feet, what
can a boy do?
A let down to accidental
romance.
This is the hand that wiped
tears from the eyes
And cast pools of joy from
despair
But all must halt when he
cries
The hand to give comfort and
care.
This is hand that picked the
flowers
That grew inside her head
And all around eyes sank
down
And children like petals
were dead.
This is the hand that rang
the bells
And stole the heart bell
chimes
That caught the glittering
smiles
Of a billion, million good
times.
This is the hand that
grabbed at gold
That reached for the sky
And schemed a dream
A dream to die.
This is the hand that let
slip the chances
Away was snatched, far off
the love
The grip that was broken
Of a measly, sleazy love.
This is the hand that ripped
at flesh
Once so desirable, so ravishing
pink
That strangled the last drop
of sweet air
And all was peace and
sorrow, to think.
This is the hand that wrote
the letter
Scribbled, scrawled of the
what when why
The hand that pulled the
trigger
Liberating last thoughts of
summer fly.
Hi there, it’s been a long time
Sorry, that I never got round to phone till now
I don’t really know what to say
But how’ve been doing anyway?
Me? Oh just a bit of this and that
I’ve been nervous, picking up the receiver
And putting it down again
It makes no sense to me
That it should be that way
Just like the old times
Letting you down again.
Do you still think about the way we used to be?
How we’d always be so close
And our love and blood would run free.
Yeah me too, but that’s just how it goes.
I thought I saw you a week last Sunday
You looked so good and clean and brilliant
Just like in the old days.
Oh, oh there’s something I must know
That I’ve been dying, dying to know
Did you love me?
Yeah a bit of fun, yeah that’s all it was
It didn’t really mean much
Although I still care for you; in a funny kind of way
Much the same as it was I suppose
All those years ago
But that’s just how it goes.
Can I just say I’m sorry?
That I never meant to treat like that
I’m sorry, so sorry I never meant to act like that
But that’s just how it goes.
Oh, before I go
There’s something you should know
It’s just that I’m dying and you’re dying too
But that’s just how it goes.
You can smile and laugh and say it’s in my eyes
That it’s all in the chemistry
That there’s always been a spark.
That this is just like a dream
And I can’t believe it’s happening
But this is real
And this is dangerous
You cannot get caught.
We can play happy families
We laugh at, and accept the boredom
We can pretend to play happy families
The saddest part, we accept the destruction.
Such a long-time
Such a lifetime.
Just one taste of you and I’m hooked
I need, I crave your sweetness
And when it’s over
When it’s gone
I lie awake in the darkness
And I need it more than ever.
The smell keeps coming back
Filling my blood and head
Just need to live for the next time
And when it’s over
I hate myself for this weakness
Try and wash away the dirt and filth
It’s just like a love in vein.
How can I be happy?
When there is no future
When all there is, is apocalypse?
A love in vain.
I don’t want to be an answer
To a question of your faith
I don’t want to be the shelter
To keep you warm and safe.
I’m not looking for proposals
To complicate my life
I’m not looking for destruction
Or to use this carving knife.
I don’t want to be the solution
To help solve the boredom
I don’t want to be the hostage
The prisoner of the warden.
I’m not looking for the dangers
To complicate my life
I’m not looking for the excitement
To love another’s wife.
It’s just that I want you to myself
Not with that someone else
I want to wrap you up in my cloak
And wipe away the fear
And take you off so far away
So many miles from here
I’m so selfish.
I don’t want to feel this jealous
At the times we are apart
I don’t want to feel this angry
With all my soul and heart.
I don’t want to hear you tell me
That he took off your clothes
I don’t want to hear you tell me
That he made love to you.
I don’t want to feel this bitter
To wish that he was dead
I don’t want to feel this twisted
To wish I was him instead.
I not looking to a future
To forever kiss sweet lips
I’m not looking for tomorrow
And a sunset apocalypse.
It’s just that I want you to myself
Not with that someone else
I want to wrap you up in my cloak
And wipe away the fear
And take you off so far away
So many miles from here
I’m so selfish
So selfish.
And me in the midst of gloom
Standing in the master room
When conscience falls all about
The saviour fails to scream and shout
Through the nights of bleakest days
Armies march to mend our ways
To the truth and more besides
Hand in hand the funeral bride
Couldn’t even walk alone
Amongst the ruins of this homes
Crawling through the twisted reeds
On which the vampires turn to breed
Nighttime calls in through the door
From which you always wanted more
Even when the warmth subsides
The pleasant smell of love resides
In through the open window pane
All flow the thoughts of hates disdain
And in the mistletoe on high
The angels take their turn to fly
Sweeping on the heavens flares
Touching on the demons dares
No future here, to where? Nowhere
All take their turns to stand and stare.
And in the town at night I stalk
Dancing shadows halt to walk
All in the churchyard turning blind
Admissions made confessions signed
As the holy bells ring the chimes
We whistle tunes of better times
And as the seconds melt away
Grey illuminates the day
When sleeping bodies fail to wake
We close our eyes at our mistakes
The words you speak are the lies inside
Oblivion from and to the world outside
Don’t speak the same I want it more
Can’t keep the feeling from the door
Don’t say the words I want hear
Wrap you in these rags of fear
So we must part and walk alone
And squeeze me down to skin and bone
Now silence at the way we feel
To taste the trophies that are real
No feasting at a taste too much
Dreams die here, lying even such.
The Hollywood actress makes a joke
This film was sponsored by Columbian coke
It’s just about when Harry met Sally
No one thinks about the girl raped in the alley.
“Ladies and Gentlemen let me introduce to you in the red
corner
A regular at the Arnold Schwarzenigger Arms
Ten pints a night, three shits a day
The ten second wonder from Suburbia
The reigning heavyweight champion from Absurdia
The prehistoric man himself…Everard Elvis!”
After Match of the Day on Saturday
Takes her hand for love and play
This holy of holy weekly ritual
The spiritual offering of conjugal nuptials
No romance and wine as the blubber does entwine
-Think of England, the washing line; it’ll all be fine.
This ceremony of blissful matrimony
A pagan performance with no rhapsody
Bring on the druids with embalming fluids
A domestic dispute with no shop stewards
But she doesn’t mind, she doesn’t care
If the only Harmony she has, is in her hair
“Go on” cry her friends, “give us a Sally”
The name of the game
The pathetic thing, she does it
Week in, week out acting just the same.
And the Hollywood actress laughs at the joke
This orgasm was sponsored by Diet Coke
It’s just about when Harry met Sally
And any Tom, Dickhead or Larry
In an old Macdonald’s restaurant scene
-Give us a dream, something that means
Sound effects by an all-star production team.
“And in the blue corner
From the bedsit land of a student’s sitting room
One of the finest academic minds
Read all the books, the plays, the films
Talks from his behind
A lifetime devoted to Human Biology
PhDs in psychology, sociology and fuckology
I give you the 1992 Olympic Freestyle Champion
Never without a new companion….. New Man Normann!”
Let’s get back to the future with the chicken korma sutra
Let me tie you up with flex
Then we’ll get the real joy of sex
Now I’ll have you on your side
It’s page 666 of the Lover’s Guide
We’ll go through all the chapters, each instalment
Then we’ll burn some eastern incense
Relax honey, don’t be so tense
Soon it’ll all be so intense
I’ll take you off to heavenly states
With my fun-pack of assorted Mates
Is it good? Is it nice?
Let me get some cubes of ice
Do you like it like that? Do you like it like this?
I promise you Babe you’ll soon be in divinely bliss
Is it aching? Are you hesitating?
What are you contemplating?
Now face the video; that’s fine
Now we’re doing it in time
With this performance we’ll win a BAFTA
-But wait hang on it’s a disaster
he hasn’t read the final chapter.
And the Hollywood actress laughs at the joke
This orgasm was sponsored by Diet Coke
It’s just about when Harry met Sally
And any Tom, Dickhead or Larry
In an old Macdonald’s restaurant scene
-Give us a dream, something that means
Sound effects by an all-star production team.
And as we come, to a close
Let me suck your sweaty toes
This is as false as heaven knows, as Cilla Black’s new streamlined nose
Can’t you understand, I’m not a one man band trying to make a stand
How was I supposed to know, it’s all like a show
And now it’s time to go
For heaven’s sake, it’s all just a fake
Of course, of course I don’t want to be this coarse
But is this just about intercourse?
I don’t want to appear lazy
Has the world gone crazy?
I was under the illusion; a little delusion, amongst this confusion
I’ve got a problem (I must wear a condom)
A problem that needs to be solved
I just thought that love was involved.
In the Name of the Father and the mother too
Daniel Day Lewis and Peggy Sue
Bring back hanging and drag back the birch
For the innocent ones, there’s always the church
An outraged public want to settle a football score
Birmingham 6 Guildford 4
Fitted up and framed up
Banged up and locked up
I don’t want to make a fuss of this
But has there been a miscarriage of justice?
And I was on my own with no one else, y’see
It’s a simple case of mistaken identity
Said it was an open and shut case
An identikit picture of an old and shit face.
They wanted to know where I hid the dynamite
Get too close to the fire and it’ll burn your Armalite
Had to give ‘em a story and a main alibi
Public records, bank accounts all documents to falsify.
Fitted up and framed up
Banged up and locked up
I don’t want to make a fuss of this
But this is a miscarriage of justice.
I blamed a lover whose love I did smother
Claimed immunity, claimed a disclaimer
Said I worked deep undercover
Worked late at the office (by way of a pretext)
Strip searched by latex, plucked out a pound of Semtex.
A fight; the right, the legal mite
Got me out of this mess
All evidence was binned by the CPS.
Fitted up and framed up
Banged up and locked up
I just want to make a
fuss of this
There’s been a miscarriage of justice.
But, …. I’m as guilty as fuck
I can’t believe my luck
Someone has died, but cos I lied
I can’t be tried and hung out to dry
The shock and the scorn, all the publicity stunts
“A charming little angel” with revolver down Y-fronts.
Give me the film rights; make it a thriller
A million dollar cheque for this scumbag killer.
It’s just there’s been a miscarriage of justice okay?
In justice, injustice, thank you all and have a nice day.
To Venus a lament to a lost vigil of grief
To all others joy of latent hope and belief
Ruler of a worldly, early ancient paradox
Covered in sores from another century’s pox
Smashed open time tarnished golden locks
Open the secrets of magical, mystical box.
Leadership, a virtue seen a quality
Follow in awe, come to equality
Infernal incantations beyond ostentation
Lifelike beings withheld consecration
Mere thoughts entice and savour scorn’s derision
Exorcise the cancer, malignant excision
Profound retribution from ancestral humblings
Fill in the void of glacial crumblings
Slam on the brakes; move to reverse
Cut off streams, paths traverse
Sombre clippings remain to ascertain
Orientation beyond distain.
Seducer of reason, enticer of seasons
Invoke the radiance of iridescent gleamings.
Detained with treason of primal pestilence
Narcotic paralysis; a renowned death sentence
Necrotic mover of an oblique physique
Neurotic winter sunsets held chill and bleak.
Warmonger! Harbinger of iconoclasm
Leftovers warmed in hell’s infernal chasm
Liberation of my mental libido
Sensuous, sedulous, holy placebo
Nineteenth nirvana of blandness inane
Protracted attack is all we complain
Anger I hate, in all I detest
Turbo dreams malfunction to manifest.
To Venus with love and Almighty above
Conscience curtailed from a bastard’s glove
A prop to provide, on someone I lean
Come to me soon my sweet libertine
With love to Venus and crimes most heinous
Tainted souls as no one could see us
Darling anarchists, loves, you sweethearts fight
Fuckers fight fuckers, tight tension tonight
Surrogate gypsies, squabble, urged to try it
All we want is love, work and riot
A riot! A riot! I want to incite
Inflicted, conflicted, a right to plebiscite
Bring stones and bottles and readers wives
Combat the tides from which all men strive
From love to Venus
From love to Venus
From love to Venus
From love to Venus.
Rock n roll is dead because that’s what they say
Another art to whitewash, another tune to play
Geriatric rockers from the land that time forgot
Jagger and Bowie had their day, goodbye and that’s your lot
Send them out to the farmyards to old pastures to graze
But what we got to take their place? What’s the latest craze?
Where are the visionaries from the days of long hot Donna Summers?
What ever happened to heroes of Lydon, Weller and Strummer?
But we’ve got laughter! Comedy’s the name of the game
Joking little jokers have found their way to fame
Just like the good old days of laughing in the stalls
“I met her outside the pawnbrokers, she kissed me under the balls!”
With all our yesterdays of Jimmy, Bob and Bruce
New kids from the block swing down and start to kick it loose
Golden days of the London Palladium
Don’t need the old dumps; young jokers sell out Wembley Stadium.
So I sat and watched the telly to see what it’s all about
I fell asleep a dozen times and my dreams I did shout
“Did you ever hear the one about the you know what?”
I tried and tried to stumble on, but the punchline I forgot
So I forced myself to watch on to see what this lot’s got
My friend he had to prod me, when to laugh and when to not
He had to hit me sixty times but the prompts became pokes
My ribs turned black then blue, but I still didn’t get the jokes
So at half time at the interval I switched to the other side
And at the adverts I laughed so hard I nearly split my sides
My friend looked puzzled and perplexed
An attitude that made me vexed
“What?” he asked “makes you laugh?” I could see that he was riled
“I laugh at what I want to.” I replied with pride
“Give me Eric and Ernie. I’m the one to decide.”
“But they’re old fashioned, they’re boring!” he winged and cried
He wasn’t laughing. “They’re not hip!”
I decided to split my sides then I split his lip.
So how the hell are we here?
Caught in the sterile confines of a silly jesters stale mate
You see our leaders are grey men and blandness is our fate
Need to grab some excitement before it gets too late
Grey people for grey times, at least Thatcher had some balls
Two more than Major’s cabinet and their “Back To Basics” calls
Where’s the colour? Where’s the passion?
Not just a one second wonder as a radical fashion
Go cut a calf in half and call it an art
As much creative capabilities as Kellogg’s cardboard Pop-tart
Pompous little posers all out on the take
Multi-mega dollars, just art for art sake
In times of recession integrity faces the chop
In the sea of banality the crap floats to the top.
And the comedian smiles and milks the applause
Non-hero worship he’s forgotten the cause
And the audience stands and shouts, “encore!” and “mores!”
Not tonight though, it’s not in the contract clause
And he’s laughing all the way, all the way to the bank
Because the joke is on us; we’re the ones to thank.
Ha bloody ha.
Lets’ face the music and dance
A fairytale couple to romance
And what a dance they did
And what a comeback they did
Jayne and Chris on ice
They’ve done it twice
They seduce and entice
Oh isn’t it nice?
They dance to perfection
Flowers show the affection.
Now we wait for the score
It’s got to be sixes, if not more
But wait! Hang on! Boos ring out
“Only five point five from that flaming judge
Look he’s German; they always bear a grudge!”
And the crowd get angry and a chant goes up;
“Two World Wars and One World Cup!”
Fixed and robbed and ultimately cheated
They stand dignified, bowed, but defeated
And the national press carry on the fuss
Jingoistic, nationalistic – everyone hates us
The public outraged; they wanted much more
The Germans are always out to settle a score
It’s participation that counts, winning doesn’t mean much
Mr Assenmacher robbed us against the Dutch
Even at cricket we’re not destined to be winners
Cheated by Indian ball-tampering seamers
We’re not part of Europe, never was, never will be
Isolation island mentality, surrounded by sea
In nine hundred years no one’s conquered this land
Now the Channel Tunnel penetrates virginal England
Don’t want intercourse with our Motherland
Foreigners hates us it ought to be banned.
But let’s get back to Torvill and Dean
They skated superb just like a dream
Moving ten years on from a lost Yugoslavia
To the ethnic divisions of in Central Bosnia
And amidst all the fuss and hullabaloo
A farewell performance given to Sarajevo
Children run saddened caught up in poverty
Ski runs transformed into makeshift cemeteries
Bullet scarred taverns where they once stood to drink
A tank depot exists on the once great ice rink
An Olympian spirit of a united nation
Now a country divided full of confrontation
So much has happened in the last ten years
Neighbours fight neighbour confirming our fears
Thank god we’re too busy hating everyone else
No time left to fight amongst ourselves
No more War of the Roses or North against South
But don’t hold your breath as I open my mouth
It couldn’t really happen here, we’ve nothing to fear
Could it really happen here?
So in the meantime let’s take the chance
Let’s face the music and dance.
(Make love not war.)