ONE HUNDRED YEARS
It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Going home time A story on the radio... Something small falls out of your mouth And we laugh A prayer for something better A prayer For something better
Please love me Meet my mother... But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on the television Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Have we got everything? She struggles to get away... The pain And the creeping feeling A little black haired girl Waiting for Saturday The death of her father pushing her Pushing her white face into the mirror Aching inside me And turn me round Just like the old days Just like the old days Caressing an old man And painting a lifeless face Just a piece of new meat in a clean room The soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows and deliverance Under a black flag A hundred years of blood Crimson The ribbon tightens round my throat I open my mouth And my head bursts open A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water Thrashing in the water Over and over We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other after the other... It feels like a hundred years One hundred years...
A SHORT TERM EFFECT
Movement No movement Just a falling bird Cold as it hits the bleeding ground He lived and died... Catch sight Cover me with earth Draped in black Static White sound A day without substance A change of thought An atmosphere that rots with time Colours that flicker in water A short term effect Scream! As she tries to push him over Helpless and sick With teeth of madness Jump jump dance and sing Sideways across the desert A charcoal face Bites my hand Time is sweet Derange and disengage everything A day without substance A change of thought The atmosphere rots with time Colours that flicker in water A short term effect An echo And a stranger's hand A short term effect An echo And a stranger's hand A short term effect
THE HANGING GARDEN
Creatures kissing in the rain Shapeless in the dark again In the hanging garden Please don't speak In the hanging garden No one sleeps Catching haloes on the moon Gives my hands the shapes of angels In the heat of the night The animals scream In the heat of the night Walking into a dream... Fall fall fall fall Into the walls Jump jump out of time Fall fall fall fall Out of the sky Cover my face as the animals cry Creatures kissing in the rain Shapeless in the dark again In a hanging garden Change the past In a hanging garden Wearing furs
And masks... Fall fall fall fall Into the walls Jump jump out of time Fall fall fall fall Out of the sky Cover my face as the animals die In the hanging garden
I chose an eternity of this Like falling angels The world disappeared Laughing into the fire Is it always like this? Flesh and blood and the first kiss The first colours The first kiss We writhed under a red light Voodoo smile Siamese twins A girl at the window looks at me for an hour Then everything falls apart Broken inside me It falls apart The walls and the ceiling move in time Push a blade into my hands Slowly up the stairs And into the room Is it always like this? Dancing in my pocket Worms eat my skin She glows and grows With arms outstretched Her legs around me... In the morning I cried Leave me to die You won't remember my voice I walked away and grew old You never talk We never smile I scream You're nothing I don't need you any more You're nothing It fades and spins... Sing out loud We all die!!! Laughing into the fire... Is it always like this?
Sharp and open Leave me alone And sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting In the cold light A noise A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten With spiders inside them And dust on the lips of a vision of hell I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year A hundred other words blind me with your purity Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance I think about tomorrow Please let me sleep As I slip down the window Freshly squashed fly You mean nothing
You mean nothing I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls All the time Lose me in the dark Please do it right Run into the night I will lose myself tomorrow Crimson pain My heart explodes My memory in a fire And someone will listen At least for a short while... I can never say no to anyone but you Too many secrets Too many lies Writhing with hatred Too many secrets Please make it good tonight... But the same image haunts me In sequence In despair of time I will never be clean again I touched her eyes Pressed my stained face I will never be clean again Touch her eyes Press my stained face I will never be clean again
A STRANGE DAY
Give me your eyes That I might see the blind man kissing my hands The sun is humming My head turns to dust as he plays on his knees And the sand And the sea grows I close my eyes Move slowly through drowning waves Going away on a strange day And I laugh as I drift in the wind Blind Dancing on a beach of stone Cherish the faces as they wait for the end A sudden hush across the water And we're here again... And the sand And the sea grows I close my eyes Move slowly through drowning waves Going away On a strange day My head falls backs And the walls crash down And the sky And the impossible Explode Held for one moment I remember a song An impression of sound Then everything is gone Forever A strange day...
Scarred Your back was turned Curled like an embryo Take another face You will be kissed again I was cold as I mouthed the words And crawled across the mirror I wait Await the next breath Your name Like ice into my heart A shallow grave A monument to the ruined age Ice in my eyes And eyes like ice don't move Screaming at the moon Another past time Your name Like ice into my heart Everything as cold as life Can no one save you? Everything As cold as silence And you will never say a word Your name Like ice into my heart
A hand in my mouth A life spills into the flowers We all look so perfect As we all fall down In an electric glare The old man cracks with age She found his last picture In the ashes of the fire An image of the queen Echoes round the sweating bed Sour yellow sounds inside my head In books And films And in life And in heaven The sound of slaughter As your body turns But it's too late One more day like today and I'll kill you
A desire for flesh
And real blood
I'll watch you drown in the shower
Pushing my life through your open eyes I must fight this sickness Find a cure