| UNDER YOUR WING If you trust that soul You will reach the top And then you will drop Blind faith keeps you hanging, Hanging in the air And you will see, You never really touch reality, Never really touch reality Feed the dog that bites your hand Kick their face, pat their head And when their back is turned Stick it in, revenge is the future To the ones who've done the wrong You'd better keep your eyes peeled, Hate never heals I'll be around - hammer and nail Kiss my hell, spill your fill It turns to love, turn to love Every drop is one less beat Take me please, please take me Under your wing, under your feet Chained to a black heart What's it like to die? What's it like? A million deaths, a million breaths To kill a million dreams, Tears flow like streams in ecstasy To worship God, to worship the Devil To fuck Jesus, suck Satan cold To grow older than old To be born wicked and bold, Wicked and bold You never touch reality, Never touch reality And then you drop THE OTHER FLESH All the disease and lonely remorses What treasures in solitude With which we caress Eyes straining to see through the blackness Through the still, damp air All day long I stare A child alternately sobbing or asleep Thje whole world is broken In new life and motion And I know I can never go back In sinister beauty Above my empty grave An anticipation of disaster Brings forth collective nightmares And in silence, behind them Come the twisted bodies of the dead (Bodies in balance, bodies in peace) Some enjoy the miracle of loving, The mirage of caring, The confusion of innocence - In the other flesh DEATH PLAYS HIS ROLE Death, death, death ... This is light, die for a time In a sudden end Relax - Relax to the knife Relax - Relax to reality Relax - Relax your eyes What is morality? Death, death, death ... I stumbled over a few slabs today I saw a beauty in a long black her Taking slabs in my dream Is where I stay, I feel aware This body is a state I'm in What is a non-dreamer? Black is color, Dark is this world, Death is life Compulsive, I feel I was born to mourn. The grave is my home Who is the death giver? Life is a circle, Death plays his role again Who is the death giver? Death plays his role again PENNY IN A BUCKET Why does it happen to the worst? Twisted words, twisted world The kind are so far-fetched Penny in a bucket rings out a chime Time when you reach out For the mundane It happens quick - sick, sick Alone for a moment. A shadow in heart If you stay far enough It won't seem to hurt Expert in pain It's all the same Penny in a buckey can be a change Spill your blood - empty veins Fill up the bucket with all your pain I'm bleeding for something Deep sleep for the meek Cry for a time To hold myself in The growth grows with-in And out is the end EPITAPH (TIME WILL) Please. Please speak to me I'm not at all who you might think I should be I'm blind but keep in mind I still can see And blind leads blind Or so it seems This dream was penned for you and ... (chorus) Me. I'm caught But oh, so free There's joy in cells, In thick disease Pleasure in pain The voice justs screams So I've walked through all the wrong doors Came face to face, left bruised The body of thew wrong man Is the body I abuse You can pickme up in pieces, Toss me on the floor While I jigsaw search for meaning Find there is none - evermore (chorus) We've read your epitaph And seen our own Nail to cross, crown to thorn Truth doesn't lie in minds unfed, Blind remains blind Or so it's said A choice for the living Not the living dead We've sought the path Where angels fear to tread A place for the seeker To lay his head Below hoove on heel And beating wing Time will, time will be seen RED HANDED There floats a phantom On this slum's foul air A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing into the spectre of endless plight face to reshape, vanity fleeting (chorus) Red handed, red handed Night dismembers Red handed, red handed Fight to remember Another's life is racked with shame Another lie still sounds the same Feeding fuels of unkept fires Wallow in your private mire (2nd chorus) Into the spectre Of endless plight You'd like a face to reshape But there's no sense In fleeing You're caught red handed Red handed Red handed, Red handed ... There floats a phantom On this slum's foul air A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing into the spectre of endless plight face to reshape, vanity fleeing Another's eyes open in vain Another cry muffled with pain Feeding fuels of unkept fires Fall lifeless in your self made mire (chorus) HERE AND THERE You've got you blind fold on just right I'm digging graves for you know who And this one's for you know who This one's for you Motion in motion - but only for a time Your heart is in my hand You are my heart in hand Humanity isn't so precious Be ready to die You aren't so precious Just look at that disguise Moving words from here to there Pointing your finger in the air You've got your blind fold on just right so you won't be too scared Holding on to images You're hoping they'll be there But bleeding knees and sweating palms Are crying for advice Your bleeding knees and sweating palms They're crying for advice Climbing walls of "I don't care" Avoiding fear so you'll forget Humanity isn't so precious Be ready to die You aren't so precious Just look at that disguise Here and there, here and there WORKING ON BEYOND Hypnotize the phone Down there I can't get up I'm working on beyond, a handful of understanding Fills and overflows Fills and overflows The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh A cord of light closing, desperate in my hands Fire doing time saw blue Fire doing time saw blue (chorus) What can I give my chest Trapped inside escape In these boxes of old clothing? It hurts when you're scratching up their sleeves Two or twenty on my cheek Working on beyond Sharpening my disguise Living rooms get too dark, Pinning down the rumors Working on beyond I can fight and sleep alone Famous sitting in the kitchen Famous starving in our kitchen When can I look back? Twelve stories down past thirty years In a vacuum called love Where nobody lives In a vacuum called love Where nobody lives chorus Hypnotize the phone Down there I can't get up I'm working on beyond, a handful of understanding Fills and overflows Fills and overflows The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh A cord of light closing, desperate in my hands I fell asleep with a gun in my hand I fell asleep with a gun in my hand HOLY HELL The kids today The people today, the people today It's the people's way We'll lock you in thge closet Till you know the lone Bringing your friend to your favorite spot Bringing your freidn to knock ... His head off, his life down Burning love it's holy head His head off, his life down Hands raised high You scream I am Satan - you lie I am God - you cry I am Satan - you die Hard long road to keep Time in control Breathe hard, one lonely wish The kids from Hell raise their fists Bringing your friend to your favorite spot, Bringing your friend to knock Locked in a closet to be alone Locked in a closet so they won't know Light the wicks chalk on the ground Stary eyed kids won't take a risk Light the wicks chalk on the ground The kids from Hell raise your fist I am Satan - you lie I am God - You cry I am Satan - you die LYING DEEP Lying cold in his arms Lying on clammy ground Lying old, time passes by Lying in a dark paradise Lying deep, six feet down Lying deep, six feet down Come on, you want the thrill Come on, it's life to spill Come on, bring out the goods Why are you holding back When you should ... Chorus Make your big swallow Slap your arm right down Wave your thumb sky high It's one way straight down Lying cold in his arms Lying on clammy ground Lying old, time passes by Lying inb a dark paradise Go on, thrill seeking Go on, time is moving fast Go on, with your screaming Go on, you might not last Chorus Creeking bones that don't move Lying weak with no help Feeling damp like watered lawn Whining, weeping, shrieking He wants your hand, he wants your hand Chorus INTO THE LIGHT I'm calling out perversion In this city of glass My hammer knows it has me Spitting no Look at the light Bringing hope of diversion Someone said is gets dark Someone said it gets darker When I lift up my head Into the light Crawl into the light, Straight into the light I. The actor Distorting mime The sailor, the dog The drunk boy left reeling I, the murderer Drunk on crime The hammer, the snitch A bitter temptation I, the perversion Unknown kind The mother, the bitch A silent fixation A silent fixation Look at the light Bringing hope of diversion Who said it gets dark? Who said it gets darker When I lift up my head? Into the light Three minutes are up In these houses of hatred My hammer knows it's got me in its hold It's got me in the hole Now I lay me down to sleep For what it's worth I dress my tears in costumes For what it's worth I look at the light HOLY HOLY (cover di un brano di David Bowie) |