1. Mad Hayley (10:01)
Not dream to act
But act, just games, to dream
Save us from tolerance that is really inertia and disillusion.
It is true that tomorrow is yesterday again
Nine and three quarter times out of ten
That's more than enough for likes of you
So what's the fussing? There's nothing you can do Construct illusions,
Family, friends, avoid confronting.
Cuddling fantasies, that are not truth,
And believe; if you believe, if you really believe, it really might come true
Save us from a tolerance that is inertia and disillusion
These assets you amass can not be sold, there profits not repatriated.
Local money round and round,
One teeny tint tear filled country, an empire that's never joining up So someone rushes in
When or where children slumber sound
Asleep in everyone, though may wish otherwise;
That the mechanic fantastic were reality,
Or realities undercover not so enticingly animal.
Then escape the psychiatric kindness of concern and care
The tolerance that is inertia and disillusion.
Sure you might be slightly crazy Hayley, 's part of your charm
Mad Hayley, Bad Carley in town.
'Bove plucked, drawn brows,
Tight sculpted hair your cuckold horns. B'low eyes suck you into
Where, what they wear how they shape their hair
Tames the raging bullman
Ha ha, Mad 'ayley 'n' Bad Carley back in town
Rage, claw, screech your fingernails
Leave trickles, spotting blood
You sound delicious
Spit open, thick dark dribblings of their minds
Request photos, of their feet, their legs and bottom
Mutton in underwear, preferably naked,
Announce to indifferent you are different, worth notice
Only sent ones of our faces
Said he wanted sit on 'em
Wild we was, playing, grown underneath,
We wanted saved, little ability, moderately well endowed
Sensation or commerce
Cranks life into romantic mystery.
Hearing voices over
Only whores are kissing boys
Has to be true, how could deny't?
They were whores, how it excited do it, do it to me Him, his dyed black jet black, 'piercing eyes 'n' gueetar
That noosed 'is neck sure looked good too.
Curious, you know, with the blackened, grimy plaster
An' increased height from crushing cans encased beneath his foot soles
“What does that mean?” So told 'em. They was ter-ri-fied.
The way was talking, seemed intending
On this being an actual. Save us. Save us from
Intolerance, save us from inertia, save us from disillusion.
Yes safe, saved, boxed away, inside after Gretchen seventeen,
Thirteen sister Wendy
Fizz and fifteen Marilyn,
He's bursting bleeding bloody bargain
Pulsating dreams fantastic
Passionate, not jack-inna-box Pandora t'spew reality
Soiling schoolgirl fantasy Sour school, curdled work, clotted life
A mess hedonistic
Nothing much of love, just promises
Everything goes, never kept, in the carefully picked over ledger, dreams sentimental
Photographs no longer harmful
No point now in lurking furtive, seedy shops and cinemas.
All normal, no shame yes tame
What they're doing, why they're doing, doing it, doing what there s'posed to.
Whores? polished, barbaric, hateful, exquisite?
Arousing chemicals in a man, bewitching,
Ball ache, charms once thought venereal,
Like flower, what's left, fades away
In games of super balling
Super S and M, super sacrifice of super Satanism The stricken everyman, an everybody,
The bloody nobody, bleeding doomed or dammed, demeaned
In splendid imagination
Twinkling, twinkling world where looks and cleavage matter,
Remains forever pouting.
See, no lurking now. See, all so normal and same
Old fantastic tale of make believe
When isn't numbing; funny
Hearing over and over
Only whores kiss boys, let alone the photos
It had to be true
Could deny it? A whore.
What ability but well endowed?
Turn this life romantic? Mystery? Nothing romantic 'bout most o' this life
Caught where looks and cleavage matter, pouting teenager on internet
Won't be long before they all the way
A sleekly glide a lubricated ride through dishonest
No effort, 'cept spread and pose
Grown, made up, sexed up mummy clothes
But wild as was, little girls playing, grown-ups underneath,
We wanted to be saved
We wanted to be saved That's nice, nice the way they spread, hold their thighs
Love their naughty sultry smiles
Love the way they spread their toes
So suggestive
So bored, do more Voices, voices over, over
Telling of whores kissed boys
It had to be true
How could deny it? A whore. Naked. Nude. Pulled 'part.
As soon as breasts began to bud and her cunt to drip
There they were; what are the names of Gods of power and jealousy?
Ravaged then between these opposites: jealousies and infatuation. Depravity and
Fascination. His? Her? demands.
But wild as was, a Little playing grown up, I wanted to be saved, polished and barbaric, hateful and exquisite, the frenzy of sparkle light on and through cut glass, it changes picks up, or drops like the knickers, colours, the light, you know? Physics? picked up wrapped up thick pile velvet, red like fresh cut. The pact sealed, the wax hardens on the exchange of fluids. No escaping now my precious stone inert in your pretty box snapped shut.
2 Geek (2:11)
Like creatures you disgust join semen on the floor
See semen on floor sniffin' rolling geek
Rock 'n' rolling Geek sniffing blood that creeps
Licky fingers gusto doing wears an act, greasy paint,
Ratty wig, an' dirty underwear.
Disgusting his sodden self The rock 'n' rolling Geek
Announces to indifferent, sniffle-snuffles, that's his charm
Not letting even all this crosses even his line First there's semen on the floor, gonna conjure up tonight
Drinking piss and dripping wax
Brings delusion into sight See semen on the floor, through misty burning gum appear
Twirl the chant, hum hum hum
Here's what you'll wear Capt' Marvell cape and cod piece
Looks more like an Elvis
Misfortune never know
This, the bad taste that is terminal Apply a special lipstick
Confectioner's mascara
Flesh revealing perfume.
Red rain upon the tarmac lacquers up the fingers.
Ill-fit shoes trap then trip, talk, talk, blubber baby talk
A glamorous game but really only slightly strange,
Giving little indication of how genuinely weirdy you've become So him and you, join together
In this fantasy world
Where everything is true
And good and nice
Not bursting fitting
Lace and buckles
Twist and turn the sexual sneer
Leer at window
Into your private world
A public stage Where misfits stay around not for money,
Wages nor from loved, but to be loved wanted however lowly needed
Reality that swallows dreams an' empires
Plays with virgin paps, full milk that can be, and will be, exploited
Bares, are bared, to bore into
Suck dry the fresh just leave the fat The assets you and he amass, expose, can not be sold,
Existing only in carefully managed accounts
The overworked dreams
That leave you cross-eyed.
3. Rock 'n' Roll Darkness (15:16)
Erratum: The printed booklet accompanying the CD contains the line "But Bill's baby, s'no fun now" (5th stanza) which should read "But bills baby, s'no fun now". Gazed, not yet eyeless, into Rock 'n' Roll Darkness
His dyed black hair, piercing pupil in something coloured iris
Guitar strung 'round his neck
He looked so good to Gretchen Fizz, nearly thirteen-year-old sister Wendy
And Marilyn Roe fifteen, Curious, wears blackened plaster 'cross his nose
Increases height, stuffs squashed cans into, inside boots
Beady pearls his sweat, already dead
Hung, drawn steady, throbbed,
Gretchen she sixteen knew, sister Wendy and
Marilyn did too Stupid? I guess you think you're groovy
Everything'll work out fine
Sure. You know.
Guess you think you shine She was young and stupid
Say's that it's alright
But bills baby, s'no fun now
Sitting on a sixty-nine
Cramped up rubbed upt' peers tight
All doing, doing it, doing what supposed to. But say, say 's-alright, little sweetheart whisper it'll be alright
This ain't going where s'posed to
I just say I told you Don't try, don't tell me how
I can't use. . . it, just stupid
Just doing, not starting, just ending
Playing the part.
Fascinating, just plain stupid cupid So she prays tell me it's alright, soothe me day and night
Stroke away dew droplet
Hair matted, netted back through, out the sea Just fate
Like this and that
Doing it, doing it
He's outta sight, except tonight,
It's gonna be alright
I say a body's judged by done
Face facts
You're in no movie baby, nor no disco
Put up, curl up, carry your load
Where the bus is going you'll never know Chorus sing me it's alright soothe me day and all my nights
From the foaming sea
Pandora's descending to Earth with mercury Sinking going, flap in murky gore
Where you're, what you're. . . well now sweetie, is perverse
This, my commitment, a comment then, to your doomed enterprise. Assets, amassed, existing carefully managed accounts or in dreams of. . . and the murk, the mud has some way of swallowing, gulping dreams the empires of. . . outsiders Diminutive, elfin, boyish then,
Wipe a tear young, passing, friendless, crawling bar to bedroom,
Not freedom, stockings tearing,
Hypodermic sticking
Descending, awaking morning, shotgun by the side
Riding not the bus, the sixty-nine, a rolling tumbling stallion That ain't no dead man in my bed she sang, sweating Rock 'n' Roll Darkness
He told me. I was terrified.
The way was talking,
Intending this being actual, you know. . .
Really gonna, you know. . . happen Flipped, like a tail, took a trip
Galloping catching mare
Left behind Gretchen, sister Wendy and Marilyn
Bodies partial nude and broken not sobbing
Not dieing, dead Recorded, on a retina, the face of someone
The look of something that just dies
Or kills. Whose eyes, no longer wet, deceive. Holds fat candle guttering
Climbing stairs like up to heaven
Or down into the wishing well
A Cowboy 'cross a desert galloping Farewell sweet Gretchen and you Wendy
Not ignore soft Marylin too
I sing you simple tune
The sky gone dark
A night descends
No more can be your date
Time has come
Gretchen no longer sweetly
Nor you Wendy thirteen
As if would forget you young bud fifteen Your ladders, hypodermic sticking out
Descending in a drug, awaking morning,
Find only human in a bed,
Shotgun by the side
Hard and rolling she comes a clinging
Riding rocking stallion. | |
