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i rise with the lark
i run with the rats
my crows' feet are crippled
and i'm mangy like the wolf
the telephone shrieks that the sun is out
the curtain rises on our play
a pale sea of mouths contorts and twists and shouts
i leave my heart at the bay
i bathe in the bluish glow of the screen
and feel my ink run dry
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me, i don't work
close me down and swim away
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, oh
i want to be debris
sometimes i wish i were in hospital
tied gently down to friendly machines
bury me in plastic crystals once their job is done
and you can write my epitaph in comic sans
wipe the board clean
get out your marker and let's begin again
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me, i don't work
not fit for purpose, send me back
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, oh
if you think it's worth it
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me, i don't work
close me down and swim away
turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, oh
i want to be debris
turn me on, turn me on, turn me off
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Everybody wants to date Karen
We've learned the meaning of the word 'cocksure'
The taunts from yesterday's wet mouths
Now weep through the cracks in the floor
Everybody needs Karen
And I should think that even Sir will agree
That the poisoned needle is the sweetest pain
I can tell by the way he looks at me
Everybody wants to date Karen, but not me
Karen says ‘jump’, we say ‘how high?’
And she catches us like a disease
Oh Karen, you're the giant stamping on our world
Oh baby, stop, oh please don't stop
Oh baby, please, please, please, please
Everybody wants to date Karen, just not me
Her heart is a haunted house
Another fool clatters down the stairs
Can we put him back together again?
Our dear boys could have sworn they were men
Everybody wants to date Karen
We live within the space that she creates
Join feverish hands as her body expands
I don't think we'll make it out of this one alive, boys
Because every part of us becomes Karen
How will we ever make do with second best?
Oh darling, we're the angels singing out of key
And you're the devil's music in a short black dress
Everybody wants to date Karen, why not me?
What’s wrong with me?
Her heart is a pond of ice
We whine sweet nothings from beneath
Her private horrorshow
That is of course if she even knows who we are
Everybody wants to date Karen
Is she unaware, or does she just not care?
Everybody wants to date Karen, just not……
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3. |
Tentacles of Love
03:46
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Circuits run hot and so does he
The fever bats her playfully
From bar to club to computer screen
His hair is washed, his thoughts are clean
She fills his head with poetry, he talks about his wife
He could have been a libertine, were this another life
They twist, they pout, they dart about like a pair of lying eyes
Aching for the acid touch of the devil in disguise
He tries to play the father as he turns into a child
Bewitching is this creature half Kim, half Oscar Wilde
An avalanche of flattery and she is waving frantically
His mind is in a vortex as he brushes the tentacles of love
The tentacles of love
The night is hot and so is he
His heart pounding like timpani
Though he did not ask for wild desire
Though he did not ask for rings of fire
Still he hacks through the jungle, heart in clammy hands
Scanning for the glimmer of uncharted foreign lands
He doesn’t want to help it, nor could he if he tried
He’s desperate as a human to be wrapped inside the tentacles of love
We’re desperate
We’re desperate
We’re desperate (get used to it)
We’re burning for those tentacles of love
The tentacles of love
To be wrapped in the tentacles of love
Bring on those tentacles of love!
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Silvio! Silvio!
03:25
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Some people think Silvio should be seen and not heard
But I think…
Belligerent Benito with a bloodied nose
I heard that you weren’t doing quite so well these days
Summoned to the benches, a horny Josef K
I’ll be your physical defect
You only take an interest in you
Now it’s the same way for me too
Dear boy, let me protect you
Oh Silvio, show me to the boudoir
Teach me a thing or two
Oh Silvio, I’ll make you proud of me
(Albeit very quietly)
And later Silvio, if you tell me where to go
I swear to Benedict that I’ll… I’ll…
He says it's best not to be a homosexual
He certainly knows how to have a good time
Italy's proud father, a mentor of love
Turns his eyes from Europe now the children are taken care of
Daddy, why don’t you let me in?
I want to crawl underneath your skin
Right after this song
Oh Silvio, I’ll be your learjet
I’ll take you a mile high
Oh Silvio, we won’t tell anyone
For all the good it will do
Silvio, your new heartstealer
Make a man of me, I’ll make a man of you
Silvio, I’m sticking with you, dear
And your money can’t help you here
Stickin’ it to the man, stickin’ it to the man
Stickin’ it, stickin’ it
He is the man and he likes to stick it
Some good PR for the Cavaliere
Talk of western civilization
And while the bulbs still flash
Introduce us to the poor in your Armani birthday suit
A kiss for the great newspapers of the world
Except maybe for the News of the World
Let me take care of this
Oh Silvio, show me to the boudoir
Teach me a thing or two
Oh Silvio, I’ll make you proud of me
(Albeit very quietly)
Oh Silvio, I’ll dye your hair for you
I’ll never mean to ruin you
Oh Silvio, your bad bambino
Don’t you want those things I say to come true?
Silvio, you’ll have to have me killed
I imagine that you probably will
Silvio! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I wonder who will replace you?
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5. |
I Touch You
02:56
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6. |
Pills
03:46
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7. |
La Vida Loca
04:13
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Goodnight 42nd St.
02:56
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Goodnight, 42nd St
There is no more me and you
No more 42nd St
C'est au revoir, mon petit choux
A swan dive, barely half-alive
This met life invites me to end mine
Cold as the ghost of Hello Kitty
You’ve exquisite taste in new pornography
Goodnight, 42nd St
There is no more me and you
So long, 42nd St
I've gagged through my last kiss from you
No desire for your gleaming spire
Or the unburning bushes of Robert Moses Playground
You've left a whore where my heart used to be
Though I should not complain – he feels just like me
Goodnight, 42nd St
There is no more me and you
Slow death 42nd St
I've limped my last slow dance with you
Goodnight, 42nd St
There is no more me and you
Farewell, 42nd St
[I wonder if I’ll ever get to Sidcup?]
O rich and tawdry vein
Perhaps it’s more me than it’s you
When I walk for another street
Will it be any better than you?
Goodnight, 42nd St
There is no more me and you
No more 42nd St
C'est au revoir, mon petit choux
There, there, 42nd St - perhaps it is me and not you
When I contaminate another street – will it feel any better than you?
Goodnight, 42nd St – there is no more me and you
Lights out, 42nd St………..
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9. |
(I Am Your) Shabby Amour
02:58
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I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby... amour
My love's a spritz, a very fine spray
My skin is ravaged in a nice way
From breakfast wine
How fine – I’m what you want
I hide my blues behind disco
Sometimes I stare out of the window
My heart, it sings in reverse
It’s never terse though, baby
When it’s singing to you
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby… amour
I have died so many times in dreams
I care no longer what they think it means
I’m not afraid of the dark, oh no
So get that torch out of my face
I’m so hysterical I’m deadpan
Don’t think I’ll live to be an old man
Like Marc, I think I've mastered the art of falling apart
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby… amour
When I’m ejected from the party
Loiter in the bushes of memory (for a little while)
Then all will be dust, so you must
Grab it while you can
Come here baby, let’s do it our way
Shake the action of that sexy decay
Your savage heart against mine
Supine on the terminal beach
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby amour
I am your shabby… amour
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10. |
Spider Baby
03:10
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He is a killer
But he means no harm
He’s not a fighter or a lover
Yet he still has charm
Pounced on my heart as I walked through the door
I was a one man woman, now I’m not so sure
And when I take him in my arms, baby, he cries
Some say he’s a pussy, but I tell you, he's not like other guys
When my heart feels like a finger of ice
And the world a flotilla of empty advice
One look at him and it all goes ‘boom’
But that makes him afraid and he has to leave the room
Noisy and gentle, he’s all that a real man should be
His hand in mine, he’s the only arachnid for me
He’s my spider baby
Yeah, yeah, he’s my spider baby
Don’t you know he’s my spider baby
Bring him to me
He’s my spider baby
Yeah, yeah, he’s my spider baby
That boy, he’s my spider baby
Give him to me
He is a killer
Scratched up my heart as I walked through the door
I was a one man woman, now I want five more
I’m gonna take you in my arms, baby, don’t cry
You love me right back – I can see by your dilated yellow eye
He’s my spider baby
Yeah, yeah, he’s my spider baby
Don’t you know he’s my spider baby
Bring him to me
He’s my spider baby
Yeah, yeah, he’s my spider baby
That boy, he’s my spider baby
Give him to me
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11. |
My Device
03:15
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My device is waiting inside me
Pulsing on its rusted springs
Unquiet and heavy with the gay life I feed it
Clasp at it with trembling hands
My device lets me want what I can’t have
Taunts me with what I supposedly possess
My device sucks me into my torpor
But lets me scream and dance when I can
My device
I wonder how long we can live with each other
I wonder what we're doing to one another
My device and me
My device is a face without form
Gurning at me from mirrors and pools
O how we sing as we roll in the gutter
Looking up at the clock looking down
Lets me yearn for what I thought I once had
And pushes the tears through my eyes
Softly shelters the love that’s inside me
Allows me to half-sleep at night
My device
How long we can live with each other
I dread to think what we're doing to one another
Some days it feels like melodrama
Some days it feels like laughter
Perhaps it’ll all blow over
My device and me
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12. |
Mosquito
02:37
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Darling
Come to me in night sweats
For your silent babes
Take a drop of flesh
Needle in, needle out
No pain, no consent
Silent
Through the ragged curtain
Through night, through heaving heat she bends to kiss me
I could not leave her if I tried
And I've tried
Guns rest against the armoire
Knives scattered under the bed
Marching useless into dreams
As she bends to kiss me
There I stand, a man, my device in hand, I must be divine
Man almighty
In the battleground of our bedroom
I slide poison over my skin
Lash out like a little boy
And she’s laughing
I would scratch out the sun
Boil the seas if I could
Turn my darling to dust
How I’ve tried
I’ve tried
And I’ll try again
I’ll try again
Lord knows I’ll try again and again
Until all is dust
I'll try again
I'll try
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13. |
Kill Me In Style
02:38
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New York kills everything I love
That's why I love New York so much
We all must die eventually, and as I
Always wear black you can kill me in style
The walls that shelter the table
Over which words scatter and squall
May soon come tumbling around me
I'll try to feel nothing at all
These streets are not what they once were
Oh, the glamour, I can hardly conceive
Age gives the sharpest perspective
Or so they would have us believe
New flowers rise exquisitely
Will die just as beautifully
New words so frequently unheard
Still we write on, still we write on
New voices with so much to say
New (de)constructions every day
Some say they hate it so
And yet they cannot let go, will not let go
And if change is what you most fear
You may not find what you're looking for here
These streets are a beautiful flux
Pausing for nobody's tears
The skyline screams like trumpets
Madmen shimmer in the sun
These streets will take care of me
But I have no need for a gun
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14. |
Money Money
02:53
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15. |
Loves Me Not
03:06
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Nothing says ‘I love you’ like despair
When they’re not scrawled on cardboard
I can’t understand those words
Don’t call me on the phone – I won’t be there
You didn’t send me chocolates, and so I’ll starve
Other days don’t matter, they are not for love
With conflict and cars to take care of
No song, no wine, we just don’t have the time
Do you love me?
It’s for one day only, baby
Don’t you love me?
Tomorrow I may not care
Don’t you love me?
My neon heart won’t stand for this next year
If love doesn’t come for free – buy it for me
How could you let our love escape?
How could you let it escape?
Did it sashay out the door?
Or through a heart-shaped hole in the skirting board?
Did you throw it out the window on your own?
I suppose I’ll stagger through the day
Leaning on a candy cane
Sniffing the plastic roses that you never sent
If you loved me
You’d pretend for one day, baby
If you loved me
You’d smile for all our friends
If you don’t love me
Then say so if you have the time, it’s fine
If you don’t have love for me – buy it for me
Do you love me?
It’s for one day only, baby
Don’t you love me?
Tomorrow I may not care
Don’t you love me?
My neon heart won’t stand for this next year
If you don’t have love for me
Bye…
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Thing Like U
03:34
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I'm still smiling at you, and still you won't go
I stand retching in the storm of invitations
The night drips from your limacine lips
As they strive to expose my limitations
I've been dancing with you
And may I say
I don't need a fucking marionette to show me how
I guess I can't be saved
Unless I'm suffering
I wanted to be free
You let me
I don't want to be free
You let me
But I don't need a thing like you
I'm not unhappy
Just lavishly unrelaxed
And no amount of green tea is going to cure me
When it comes to medicine
I prefer a warning
One bottle, one twist, one bluish pill
Eyes shimmer
Fingers flicker
But the room stays still
It always will
I don't want to be free
Don't make me
Laugh at a thing like you
You will not make me free
No, baby
'Cuz I don't need a thing like you
I've been dancing with you
And may I say
I don't need a broken marionette to show me how
I don't need to be saved
'Cuz I'm not I'm suffering
I wanted to be free
You let me
But I don't need a thing like you
I don't want to be free
You let me
But I don't need a thing like you
You think you're really free
No, baby
You're still a thing like you
You want me to be free
So, baby
I'm free from a thing like you
We all want to be free
Oh don't we?
I want me to be free
Me let me
'Cuz I'm not a thing like you
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18. |
Spider Dub
03:14
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19. |
Device Dub
03:50
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20. |
Catbest
00:10
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Cats are best
Cats are best
Best are cats
Catbest
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