Paroles de l'album :"The kiss in the dreamhouse"(part 2).

Melt!

You are the melting man
You are your situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide... in sex

So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny deaths

So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!

You are the melting man
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed (in lace, blood, & sperm)

Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline... and devotion

So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!

Can you see?
See into the black of a long, black car
Pulling away from a funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting...

Painted Bird

On lead-poisoned wings -- you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown -- at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes -- show no mercy no mercy

Painted bird -- it's absurd
Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerve

The flock will make you choke -- on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills -- they make a din
In laughing unison -- you're hitchcock carrion
In laughing unison -- you're hitchcock carrion
Carry on

Painted bird -- it's absurd
Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerve

I hear your sorrow -- maybe tomorrow
You'll lose your sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather -- and all that sorrow

A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock -- with a sharp-honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design
And there's no more sorrow

Have you heard -- about the painted bird
Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerve 
We've lost our sorrow -- now it's tomorrow
No need to hide your feather until a fated weather
No more sorrow... 
Now we're painted birds -- mocking that twisted nerve

It's absurd...

Cocoon

Here in my cot -- where my cot loves me
I'll stay here a while -- in the cotton wool cocoon
'Til the chrysalis is ripe -- 'til the time is right
With this feeling of insecurity
I have to shrink back inside -- run and hide

Back in the cocoon -- hugging my knees
Watching my insides -- the skinned glow-worm writhings
Lying in blankets -- I've been here a while
Tapping out rhythms -- against the mattress and wall

The heat melts the sheets -- another layer is peeled
Tapping out rhythms...
Just my cot, the wallpaper and me
I've been here awhile -- tapping out rhythms

Still finding charms in the memory of those constrictor arms
Glowing in the dark in my luminous green
A pearl beaded lizard -- bathed in a gossamer scent
With my heat detector lip-pit -- pulling at the newly formed tissue
Lying in blankets -- I've been here awhile
Tapping out rhythms... against the mattress and wall

Waiting... to loose the bandages
Waiting for new appendages
Lying in blankets -- I've been here a while
I've been here too long -- banging out rhythms
Listen for other tappings...
Banging out rhythms
Back in the cocoon

Slowdive

Get your head down to the ground
Shake it all around -- a dirty sound
Put your knees into your face
And see if you can race -- real slow 
It's a slowdive -- when you die slow
Oh it's a low jive -- do the slowdive

Now you jump back like a hound
Emit a howling sound
Dig those limbs into the floor
And holler out for more

And you revel in the dips
When your backbone slips
Taking honeysuckle sips
From your rolling hips
It shifts and it shifts 
It's a slowdive -- when you die slow
When you come alive it's a low jive
Do the slowdive