The creatures: Paroles de l'album "Boomerang"(Part 2).
Punch me Judy, make me cry
You'll disappear, and then I'll die
A love that's lost always returns
To feed the fire of a heart that burns
There's no sleep for fury eyes
So deep are the eyes of fury
Watching faces changing places
Running rings around the moon
Exchanging glances, taking chances
Did we laugh and sing too soon
Our stomachs turn on a fever stream
but with no mosquito bite
Rabid kisses in a dream
still we can't escape the sight
There's no sleep for fury eyes
So deep are the eyes of fury
Tonight they exorcise the ghost
of love from its unyielding host
If that don't suit you, scream and shout
If thine offend thee, pluck it out
Alone in love with the other one
The one who doesn't know
And when we dance with the other one
The eyes of fury glow...
Tonight they exorcise the ghost
of love from its unyielding host
If that don't suit you, scream and shout
If thine offend thee, pluck it out
Who'll weep for the fury eyes
Beholding love a thing of beauty
There's no sleep for fury eyes
So deep are the eyes of fury
Old man sits in an apricot tree
He sees I and I sees he
Old man sweet as the fruit he's picking
Knows the rhythm of nature's ticking
Gives a smile of tooth and metal
Winks an eye like a falling petal
Face a furrowed field of life tracks
The years of the living knife
He I love, he I know
Seasons come, so fruitman go
Through the crowd I enter in
See the head of virgin skin
Frail the old man's hand I take
Peace be with you Sunday shake
Sweet old man he turns to me
Tries to tell me what's to be
He don't say no words at all
Tears from him like fruit do fall
He I love, he I know
See sons that come, so fruitman go
Slide over here, listen to me
Rippling wordstreams to unlock dreams
Take up the slack... loosen these bonds
Unzip and undo, untie my tongue
Untiedundone
It's sucking out bones through a melting phone
In a whispering eddy, I am undone
Untiedundone
Turning to liquid, starting to float
Everything's easy from now on
Untiedundone
Unhook and unhinge in a river of dreams
Rippling wordstreams unraveling
Uncork the wine let's toast the unborn
It's my unbirthday, untied and undone
Unwrap this gift in a state of undress
The future's uncertain, nothing less
Untiedundone
Drifting in, carried on dry winds
From across the Nile, the sirens in exile
Driven to tell...
Floating on a cloud, your face out of the crowd
A blinding sun, purging everyone
Beautiful word, musical and sweet
Now all you can do is play the punishing beat
How harsh and shrill the word has become
Twisted and bent -- a hornet's nest stirred up by the beating stick
Simoom, simoom... increasing speed
Sucking in dry heat
Simoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocation
Relentless simoom, blow and whistle this tune
Pouring in, filling where once was space
Where once was light
Where once was a face
Driven to tell.
At dusk, though wheat field
Through the olive groves and vineyards
Insects like aeroplanes fly past the strolling man
Crackling spike plant hovering hawk
All on the ground alive
Take a swig of moonshine
Listen to the madness whine
Andalucian
Andalucian sunflowers, bulls, and purple bees
Listen to the lone wolf strolling
Take a swig of moonshine
Taste this heady wine
Andalucian
Andalucian sunflowers, bulls, and purple bees
Lone wolf howling, lone wolf howling
Strolling wolf
Strolling lone wolf
Andalucian
The morning star has long since gone
The sun is high in the sky
Shadowless a figure stands
Stranded on Venus sands
Up in the blue and circling
The seabirds watch and wait
For movement of a certain kind
Down on their dinner plate
Where children played a flower lays
Pulled and torn up by its roots
And where it stood,
the empty space just screams...
Down on the flats, baby turtles race
For safety of the big deep
And white caps come crashing in
Indifferent to tender flesh
Shriek of attack, then moving in
A raucous clash, a gourmet din
Of cruel gull beaks
And tearing skin... screaming
Lit by the evening star at Venus sands
Against a blood orange sky
There's a shadow of a figure prone
Abandoned and all alone
Venus sands
The crescent flight of the moon
Casts a pleasant light on my skin
Soothing satellite cruise
Moving on again
Distant trains on the breeze
Distant throats start to freeze
Tearful eyes growing dim
Moving on again
Cats that sound like babies crying
Magpie feathers in the rain
Christmas in your hair reclining
Moving on again
We are moving on again...