I could've sworn there was someone there
I was sure I could smell their hair
Like a demon with horns-a troll but really not quite clear It was not like before
I heard them do a dog
Was it something I said that brought this apparition here,
But I could've sworn there was someone there I think I’m going to feel better when you’re gone
I think I’m going to move on
I think your going to tell me you need me Saw its hands shook by fingers reeling
Hear its fingers clicking, fingers rhythmically twitching
Conjured in from a storm
From its belly burned
You make me nervous, make me nervous, make me nervous all over you It’s not about being kind, as it traced out the Morse, that made your face,
from a belly burned, your image was born/formed
I could see hands shook that reeled in your face from out of the storm You make me jealous make me jealous make me nervous
Make me jealous all over you 5 Sex Hunter (4:08) Shall I sing a song ‘bout the myth of America
I could sing a song about going down
Crystal says some boys want romance and that’s how you know
He says bait to Sex Hunter
Naughty Beijing schoolgirl
Spank me cane me genuine photo
Cheeky teenager needs firm hand She says they see me-directly at me,
Become Sex Hunter, say 'I want you'
I'm your coffee chocolate honey,
We want sex, we want money
I'm your iris dilater
You’re messing with a girl who vibrates Shall I make him spiv as well
Would that ease your understanding?
They're nice at first and good at sex
Then turn a little nasty Like a bait to Sex Hunter
Life’s about the give and take
If you’ve got nothing to give then I’ve got nothing to take Mere trifles and baubles
Cycling girls, twelve year old
Sexual buds wait'n to burst
You can see it shape beneath
The curves, the bumps upon the seat
Excited legs spin round
Lead to round smooth mounds
The picture of what will become
Before the experiments with hair
Pony tail or bunch
Legs that will soon wear stilettos They call me Sex Hunter
That’s my name
Don’t you feel sorry
Don’t you feel shame
I wouldn’t worry
You’re not to blame Sex Hunter down he goes
To do his work that lies below
In the evening after dark
Is when Sex Hunter goes to work A tune in my head
Maybe I'm dead
What do I know?
Maybe from hell
Here to sell or buy a soul
It's what I do
No time for restraining shame
Flying my orgastic plane The call of Sex Hunter, hear him groan
The call of Sex Hunter, hear him moan
Gulible is as gulible does
On these words he takes his oath
Ol' Sex Hunter do what he must
The bonny boy slakes his thirst. 6 Thought She Was Special for SuperNormal (3:15) Bent over railings, bent beneath railway arch
In some kind of alley or some kind of field
Full bad heart grim lives mean lives
Dragging cigarette peering out gloom
Fucked plebeianly fucked
God given freedom to make wrong choice Curse, curse father, who for fun, fun at night,
Ctubs out, grinds out orange glow in dirt
And finance chased forever and ever after by
The mother, make mother your subject,
Who in beggarly spite fucked out his stuff. Making you
To carry on a circle You who thought was special
So ran don't touch, don't touch me
Walked tipped toes, her fingers tipped jar high
Would catch as fall
Stood close
But trembled. Trembled, why like that?
Uncertain stepped back
Let break, let loose
Destructive wilful reckless foolish mischievous
Down, down, unseen unknown forces faces dog-headed, ferrymen, judges
Hidden unmoved slide into position
Yet drunk, she let him lead
He excites, excited, creates she ach'd sweated charm'd manoeuvr'd through
Child to dang'rous tune, songed syphilis demons leprosy
Wicked forward, pull'd hair, reptile snaps, scratch'd claws, damn'd torments Oh she thought she was special
But no, she turned
So, oh, not that special
It carried on around
Her
She's left behind
Staring out 7 Self Harm Part 1 (9:40) That two way fix, that's sadomasochistic, forgetting selves inside a function.
Children seven mutilate their bodies, return to the literal.
Just a lovely, sensual self abuse, so beautifully supernormal,
So beautiful so supernormal. Ain't the sort to wear the skirts, so hides marks really well
Shame she feels so really dirty, also very bad.
Enjoying every minute is it inauthentic, is it artifice?
Semi-permeable bizarre. Ahh Oooh shows over, time to go, now closed, no longer mutilates;
Beautiful young body, smooth willow girl, mouse eye apprehensive
Lips, a tomboy crop, borders on repulsive,
The reprehensible?
Why’d' they do it? We pay to watch it
Transgress limits, excite disgust then purge it
Now she's saying rape. Yeah the two way fix, that's obviously sick, they sure can cure you,
See, see her, setting up on stage, gonna do something filthy,
Don't need t' see it, watch eyes, forgets herself inside the function
How beautiful, osmotic. Some of you may have a homosexual problem, you are still het-ter-ro sex-u-al.
Public self abasement, rebellious provocation,
Exhibition may nauseate, bad taste can make her well
It's time she learnt a lesson. Told' worrying increase in self-harming, tells herself: 'I'll just remove temptation.'
You know, you see, she knows it's wrong, she wants to stop, turn off if could
That's what's so strange, she's going to hell
To make that choice, mind boggling. In Greece that idolised heroic, stereotyped physical, bound to marginalise another.
Tolerate if does not threaten, the earlier Egyptian made dwarf God
But Greek spastic implied a mental weakness;
Dwarves reduced to satyr.
Later, Rome, apparently, made the lovely little artificials,
Deforming limbs of children
Yeah, for some it's little sinister
No wonder she always looks so thin, Getting, gaining, could it be attention-seeking? Mechanism sub dividing care.
Cutting stomach, everyday and legs with kitchen knife,
Sometimes ten a day, burning self with cigarettes,
Pulling out 'er hair
Try'n t' succeed, just everyday, in every-way try'n t' snare the boy
Who's turned on by her secret joy and be loved and loved and loved
No more only lonely, lovely powerful all the day, 'he needs me'
She can tell him go or stay. Still, for some it's very private, an' terribly ashamed couldn't think of sharing stills,
A temporary relief that brings no peace, heard it said, in 'is moment of insight,
Gotta let 'em beat you or they'll kill you,
You'll be dead.
Yes most, just embarrassed, try to hide, it's hard to stop.
So illusion scars the wounds of happy selfish harming
Forgetting self in function; the ahh of isolated exquisite torture.
Fragments race around
Forgetting selves in a function
Shame of the jummbly disturbing, hurting joy. 8 Self Harm Part 2 (5:12) 9 Susan Cure Part 1 (2:30) I watched someone being brutalised
I watched someone extremely disturbed
I saw Susan Cure take a knife and hold it at her throat
If you could read her mind this is what she wrote:
‘Only pain, only shame, is it a game?’ Very much a sceptical
Such pain's a public affair
I saw them cry and whimper
I saw them involuntarily shake
I saw them willingly partake
In their lack
Perhaps they hope
For what?
Don't know, but guess And only pain can heal my heart
Only shame makes me feel a part
Of anything Can you see a soul empty in the wind
Nothing and no one is all that you can find See life circles created, see them passed from cup to cup
See someone’s self inflicted, gagging, throwing up
And when no one’s there to hurt them
Do they suddenly disintegrate?
Does the bruised and battered sore keep their consciousness awake?
Is havoc all their minds are able to create? Only in pain, only in shame do they feel sane.
Watch them being paid to take it
Each laceration makes them feel a little real
Each welt worth it
Their wages rising with each weal. Only pain, only shame, only is it a game? Saw huddled vicious faces, puffed up, arrayed
Contoured by their bitterness
Soothed by nastiness
Emboldened by pettiness
That I believe does set them free
To wander round these tightly fitting circles of their minds
Who out of vicious envy
Compulsed to shit on others
Deafens red reflexive thumping
Overlays the vicious beating that smothers. Only pain can open up their heart
Only shame can hold it apart
To feel something
Oohh just anything Rhythm and rhyme, hear it, do you?
Are you empty too?
She sung
‘Only pain can open up my heart
Only shame makes me feel a part’
Didn’t know what else to use to get through
'Cept beaten raw and pawed
What else is left for us to do? 10 Susan Cure Part 2 (6:33) Continue to disc 3 | 