The creatures: Paroles de l'album "A bestiary of"(Part 1).
Platform ranting in the trees
disturbed voices on the breeze
huddled 'round the mad eyes screamer
a pointed finger - the tin can schemer
Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyed screamer
Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyes screamer
a pointed finger - the tin can schemer
Mad eyed screamer - the corner speaker
Could be a preacher - could be a teacher you want the world to meet your maker
now a lecher transforms a traitor
with a petrol flaring eye ....
Come and see the corner speaker
come and his suit dripdry
the passers-by have one obsession
to hear his raving to the sky
Mad eyed screamer on your knees
Mad eyed screamer you are not pleased
with the chatter in the trees
your balls are freezing in the breeze
Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyes screamer
mad eyed screamer - Mad eyed screamer
your balls are freezing in the breeze
Mad eyed screamer you are not pleased
What can I do - I know they've gotten to you When you say that your whites
have an aerial blue
What's happened to you - since I last say you I thought I knew your name - but it's not you but it's not you
You're talking in a balloon
in this tidy room
sounding like a commercial
for a serial
I wish you could feel the way that I feel I wish you could feel but your so unreal your so unreal
What can I say - what can I say
all the traits you had have all gone away get up and wash at the right time of day and greet the world with the right thing to say
You're so ideal - you're never down at heel you're so ideal - but you're so unreal
I wish you could feel - the way that I feel I wish you could feel - but you're so unreal you're so unreal
She hates the man and he hates the man
because something strong inside
has been denied them
but not him, Oh not him
He hates the girl and she hates the girl because something weak implied
they fought to push aside them
but not her - Oh not her
The girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because it's all been said before
The girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because you only have your mentor
to draw - you whore
dead lumps of meat melt in this heat
dead lumps of meat melt in this heat
She hates the man and he hates the man
because something strong inside
has been denied them
but not him - Oh not him
He hates the girl and she hates the girl because something weak implied
they fought to push inside them
but not her - Oh not her
This girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because it's all been said before
The girl isn't alive - but the man is dead because you only have your mentor
to draw from
dead lumps of meat melt in this heat
dead lumps of meat melt in this heat
but not them
I thing I hate you ...
... so come on hit me hard ...
..I love you ...
Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare, the motorway is standing on its own, I see me walking there...one for the road - one for the road, the headlights find my load, following signs and always taking my time, following signs these thumbs have klights of their own, one more for the road, just one more for the road, digital fun in the sun follow my thumb, follw my thumb, these thumbs are my guns see them dance when I'm blue, this beacon is my fare, anytime, anywhere,take a ride by a side in day or night, travelling through - some old, some new - just one more for the road, just another one for the road, jump inside little girl take a ride by my side, there's no end to this ride with this stranger tonight, there was just one more for the road, just another one for the road, digital fun in the sun, follow my thumb, follow my thumb, digital fun in the sun, follow my thumb...follow my thumb...follow my thumb
The dawning is over
the morning is over
and I can't look into your eyes
a cold November morning
a shivering new dawning
I watched your energy slide
It's sad to see it dying -- that fire once so lively
now three tears have fallen from my eyes
a dampened need for fire -- a kindled desire
the power just vanished from your eyes
the dawning is over
the mourning is over
I still can't look into your eyes
The ice house preserves
with incestuous flowers
their nightly perfume overpowers me
the stamens kiss
entwined devouring
the heart will melt whilst the ice remains
erogenous touch -- of brother and sister
the ice retains life -- no offspring to bear
phallic flower etched into my memory
a feline form on a frosty pane
not ashes to ashes
not dust to dust
a beckoning bouquet
of blossoming lust
oh will you stay -- until this moment's complete?
oh let me freeze you -- with this fragrance so sweet
we shall not slither and wither away
the door will lock shut -- when the ice names the day
With your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth
reach out for another one -- don't look back on the past
a chair through the window -- then through the looking glass
the crystal splinters shimmer -- bathe the pavement in moon-dust
laughing in the crimson rain -- we feel no pain
with shards in our soles we'll dance again and again
oh again and again amidst the laughter in the crimson rain
with your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth
forget tomorrow's mess -- because right now is the best...
I guess we're dancing on glass...