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Anemone
04:29
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anemone
Do you ever wake up
In the dark
In the car park
With your shoulder to the rain
anemone
give me your hand for a while
anemone
let me go down with a smile
I have seen the make up
Of The world
It is cruel
And it is full of heartache
Do you wake up
In the cold
In the black hole
With a belly full of stars
*
I have seen your make up
And your boots
They say a thing or two about you, baby
Do you wake up
From the dream
On the down stream
In the sterilising beam
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Cat Eggs
05:59
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eaten alive
beaten and swollen and pink
the girl you inspired
is twisting her hair in the sink
well she's swollen and pink
but it’s not what you think
and a man with no mercy is working his way through the town
Born on a tine
Raised in the time
Of The Cat King
the lamb and the lion
bathe in an ocean of jet
with a burning desire
for all they can possibly get
but they’re wicked and wet
and it’s not over yet
and a night with no circus is not without purpose it seems …
*
Your only supplier
is slipping a drug in the drink
well, he's poorly attired,
and he waits for the spider to sink
it’s the drug in the drink
and the hair in the sink
and the moment you’re certain the curtain is drawn on a scream
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The Jellyman
04:36
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in the summer of eighty-five
I boil myself alive
I belong to no one
to the bed of a burning witch
I manacle my wrists
I belong to no one, no one
the Jellyman said:
am I dead?
Or am I rising?
it is said,
that I was spying
on the fabulous goods of the rich
from the narrow confines of a ditch
In the winter of ninety-eight
I shared the city's fate
I belong to no one
there's a devil in the devil-pot
there's a demon in the demon-slot
I belong to no one, no one
*
it is said,
that I was spying
on the bones of the young and the old
from the narrow confines of a hole
under a living tree
I shot futurity
I put the want before the need
under a living tree
the dark is love to me
I cut the kernel from the seed
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it is said
that I was spying
on the rise and the fall of a lash
from the narrow confines of a gash
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4. |
Fall To Zero
05:21
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Will I leave a light on
As I fall
to zero?
I am the nameless one who withers in her bed
She is the monster I desired
There is a crescent moon emblazoned on her head
I am the serpent in the briars
*
Holy energumen with spangles on her legs
She is a bristling messiah
I ate a golden egg! I ate her golden egg!
I am her purgatory spider
*
I am a user of her tinctures
I am the warden of her body
I am her desolated lover
Now that the angels walk among us
Will I leave a light on
As I fall
to zero?
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5. |
Unholy Fire
05:08
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as the city sleeps
the garden of your teeth
will grow to form a bower
as the city sleeps
you will journey to the east
but not like Marco Polo
go higher
higher
unholy fire
an old evil in your eyes
go higher
higher
unholy fire
and I don’t like it in your arms
so you poisoned us
with your hundred little cuts
with your hundred little flowers
it isn’t much
but I am hungry for the touch
of the woman you devoured
*
a grey gas in your submarine
a cold ether in your lungs
there are weird shape in your plasticine
and something wicked on your tongue
*
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Porn Star
01:55
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7. |
The Perennial Boogie
05:21
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I’m writhing in my primal splendour
I’m dressed up in my clear placenta
I’m passed around in plastic bottles
oh love, they turned my days to dollars
travel on
I’m working on a new creation
I’ve got my elbow to the foetus
I’m not about to show you pictures
oh love, they turned my days to dollars.
travel on
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The Ears Melbourne, Australia
The legendary Melbourne post-punk band of the early 80s - on which the film 'Dogs in Space' was based (and in which lead singer Sam Sejavka was played by Michael Hutchence of INXS) have exhumed themselves from an early grave and are realising their frightening potential for madness, whimsy and mind-destroying rock. ... more
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