Third Uncle

There were tims
There was pork
There are legs
There are skarks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you

There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are Turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
They're in you
Then there was you

Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you
It looks tight on you

Silent Hedges

Following the silent hedges
Needing some other kind of madness
Looking into purple eyes
Sadness at the corners
Works of art with a minimum of steel

Chorus:
Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade
Going to hell again (2x)

Self confidence leaks
From a thousand wounds
Faults of civilization
Burning the private paradise of dreams
Minus hands of the electric clock
Clock x3

(chorus)
Again x3

In the Night

In the night, in the chair
He sits there, he sits tight
No more cans, no more crime
See the place, see the time
You never know

He walks light, don't know how
Maybe now, in the night
Oh, I know, yes I know
There's no chat
He's for show
You never know

Sees the place and tries to get the time
He's slowly slipping into the slime
Can't inject into his veins
Blood and guff ooze out and stain
Cares not that he really bleeds
Death not hell is what he needs
Sees the place, checks the time
Some other place, some other time
You never know

Slipping up and down his writhing side
His eyes begin to ponder pride
Subjective pics of misled youth
Before him lies the dreadful truth
Undignifiled, Insignified
His wrist on to the razor slides
You never know

Swing the Heartache

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whipcream lies
I feel that if I had been uglier
It would have been easier

There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat
And said "the rat"
I now possess quasi success

But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake

Spirit

Tonight
Chorus:
I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings (2x)

I wear a coat of drums
And dance upon your eyes
Turn the tables upside down
Change the lows to highs (2x)

I fill you up with butterflies
Crown the heads of kings
Be glad of first night nerves
For fear gives courage wings
Fear gives courage wings

If I am on the sidelines
Chances are you'll miss
Wait alone and spotlit
For Doctor Theatre's kiss

The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
Throw your body overboard
The spotlight doesn't last (2x)

(chorus)

I may tap you on the shoulder
And whisper "go" in red
Strip your feet of lead my friend
Strip your feet of lead

Chorus 1:
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

(chorus 1 - x2)

We love our audience repeat

The Three Shadows (Part II)

Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind, of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss

Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes, at me

But I will always exist
Because I always exist
Damn good too

The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty

And Oedipus Rex complexes
...riddle my closed bloated breast

The Three Shadows (Part III)

Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers
Because the wind makes a mockery of men
Your soul becomes a fish
You swim in idle waters
And drink other fishes piss
Your soul feeds on fish
On piss, puss and men
Who in turn, become as you have become
A fish
No, not even that, but a symbol of fish
Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots
A ripple of life in tin
This tin could become your world too
So choose between this and water
Choose between tin and piss
Do you still feel thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Do you still feel
Thirsty
Thirsty now

All We Ever Wanted Was Everything

All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown

Oh to be the cream repeat

Exquisite Corpse

1. Life is but a dream repeat

2. I make the air fall apart
Around me
Now as the petals are no more
A corroding, shrinking stalk remains
Bereft of his blooms
And the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions
Beset his appearance
Beset his appearance
No king could replenish his state
Now browning, sinking, dying
A thousand deaths x3

3. Terry sat up
And hugged the green army surplus bag
Around his skinny waist
It was cold
And the person beside him had faded badly
Legs apart his eyes lit up
THE SKY'S GONE OUT - THE SKY, THE SKY...
THE SKY'S GONE OUT

4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

5. The sky's gone out!

Ziggy Stardust

Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders From Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do
Like some cat from Japan
He could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave them to hang
Came on so loaded man
Well hung and snow-shit tan

So where were the Spiders
While the flies tried to break our bones
Just the beer light to guide us
So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hand

Ziggy played for time
Jiving us that we were voodoo
But the kids were just crass
He was the nazz, with God-given ass
He took it all too far
But boy, could he play guitar

Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had to break up the band

Now Ziggy played guitar

Party of the First Part

Who are you?

My card, pretty lady.

Devil May-Care Music Production, E.L. Guber, President.

I like your style, too bad you're not a singer.

Oh, but I am, I am a singer!

Hmm, no fooling.

No, no listen...

Fantastic, different.

I want to be a star, of please!

You've talked me into it. Contract!
Just our standard contract, nothing fancy.

Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts,
world tours, your name in lights.

Take your time, read it all.

Oh, I give up. Can I trust you?
Ok, I'll sign.

Write!

Where's the ink?

We always use- blood, it's more permanent.

Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for Dad?

Oh, sure, I'll be back next year. Come on, Wease.

Next year?! Oh wait, wait, stop. I'll sign.
What about a band... I know a drummer.

She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview.
The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly.

How do you feel about your sudden success?

Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know.
It's like, fabulous. Lonely, too, sometimes.

Oh, that's nice.

This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock!
You're at the top now, sweetie.

Yeah, but where do I go from here?

Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain.

No, I didn't mean that, wait!

I've been waiting, now it's my turn.

No.

According to our contract, at precisely midnight,
at the moment of her greatest triumph,
the party of the first part, that's you,
agrees to render up her soul now and forever more
to the party of the second part, that's me.
Shall we go?

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