Label: Probe Plus - Probe 10CD • Format: CD Album, Reissue • Country: UK • Genre: Rock • Style: Indie Rock
Lyrics Forum Tablatures Links Feedback. Search lyrics archive:. All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective owners and are provided for educational purposes only. All advertising proceeds are used to maintain its servers. Add to Favorites. Caressing bent up to the jug again Have No Fear - St.
Vitus Dance - Love Me Love My Dogma And Then Some sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what?
I dare you, to be real To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright. Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to speak of your despire For bureaucracy, hypocracy--all liars I dare I dare I dare -- You -- You.
A gut pull drag on me Into the casm gaping we Mirrors multy reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odourous whim Calme eye-flick-shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and Have No Fear - St.
Vitus Dance - Love Me Love My Dogma And Then Some In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace Have No Fear - St. Vitus Dance - Love Me Love My Dogma And Then Some pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The card is lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.
I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Let me catch the slit of light For a maidens sake On a maiden flight In the flat field I do get bored Replace with Piccadilly whores In my yearn for some cerebral fix Transfer me to that solid plain Hammer me into blazen pain Moulding shapes no shame to waste Moulding shapes no shame to waste And drag me there with deafening haste.
Go and look for the dejected once proud Idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look it soon hath slithered To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad His nourishment extract from his subjects That mass production profile. He's a God -- in -- in an alcove. Once he spread the rain So they dreamt in vain Once he spread the wheat Had made garlands for his feet Until the lily poet of our times Horizoned on the line Love became the in theme then Opposing fakers thrice by ten Don't perceive his empty plea That redundant effigy.
Take in view his empty stool What's left is satin cool Clawing adornment for his crimes They saw they had to draw the line So they sent him far away So they sent him far away To a little alcove To a little alcove All alone. He's a God, a God. You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly Snappy little fingers Stitch my thigh You're so necromantic Venomous and vain Mixing molotov cocktails In the subterrain We're going down to the kamikazi dive Like insects in a Chinese lantern now We're feeling so alive, what's showing?
We're going down to the kamikazi dive. Like manic moths in Chinese lanterns now We're feeling so alive, what's showing? Hidden in the dashboard The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cats eyes It's sick function to pry The spy in the cab. Coldly observing -- Callously reserving A drivers time Automated autonomy Playing on his mind The spy in the cab.
The spy in the cab. An eye for an eye A spy for an eye An eye for an eye A spy for a spy. A twenty four hour unblinking watch Installed to pry Installed to cop The spy in the cab. I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my Little Have You Ever Been (To Electric Ladyland) - The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Electric Ladyland spy with my little I spy Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks See the young man in his new gown Talking up to his bouffant drag He says he loves you with flowers Something that he's never had A sentence should be like a serpent Quick with a sting in its tail String me a line that has meaning and depth There's no small talk with walky talkies Small talk stinks.
I said it stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks. You whisper sweet nothings chit-chat-back-chat There's no idle gossip in braille Taking combs three times an day Twice an hour Indentikit cute lips from wall to wall Stand in line for the photo call See the young man in his new gown Talking up to his bouffant drag Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks.
Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding The idea was simple Sorry.Sorry - 하림 - 多重人格者 a decent overloading And for a multiple flash with no chords attached He came up with a more remote flash trigger It's connected to an accessory in his hip Which automatically fires in perfect synchro But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle They call it the dance It's the St.
Vitus dance Such flexibility What an accessory See his soft bounce What flexibility Such a soft bounce What an accessory. And for special effects he has six filters Three coloured red with the others pilfered And if you really want to know what that means He could throw a blue flash from eighty five feet Of course you might want to check your own little output So we devised a few simple and easy to crack contortions So you can bump and scrape all the day through With the dance, it's the St.
Vitus dance, the St. Vitus dance Such flexibility, what an accessory, such a soft bounce What flexibility, such a soft bounce, check his hot shoe, feel his output Its All Over Now Baby Blue - Van Morrison - Have A Good Afternoon a Boulivogue - Paddy Kelly - My Favourite Irish Requests machine, see his angle He's a light machine.
In a crucifixation ecstasy Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands feet, and weep for me. Ken Boothe - I Dont Want To See You Cry oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look to your crimson orifice In holy rememberance In scarlet bliss. Stigmata Martyr. Nerve Toma La Palabra - Pájaro Canzani - Aguaragua tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut?
Will it ever open? What if? Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses Brittle spittle sparks you are defenceless The fabric of dreams is ripped apart As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger In your pumping heart Nerves. Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass.
Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel. His eyes were heavy He carried a card One couple questioned, the other discharged Terror couple kill colonel In his West German home Three shots from three feet Dragged himself to the phone Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel And as he lay there Playing games with his pain He felt his choice of jobs Was such a mistake He could have been a doctor in a soft easy chair Instead he chose three stars A territorial affair Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel In his West German Home In his West German Home In his West German Home.
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