It's official, every song that Annie Lennox has ever written is about death, murder or horror.

no one live forever

oingo boingo



You worry too much / You make yourself sad
You can't change fate / But don't feel so bad
Enjoy it while you can / It's just like the weather
So quit complaining brother . . . . . . .
No one lives forever!!

Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I don't want to die

I'm so happy dancing while the grim reaper
cuts, cuts, cuts
But he can't get me (I'm as)
Clever as can be, and I'm very quick, but don't forget
No one lives forever!!!

You think you got it rough / What about your darling doggy?
Ten short years / And he's getting old and groggy
I don't think it's very fair
Cold, chop, low, but it's all relative my friend 'cause
No one lives forever!!!
Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I
Don't want to die (but) . . .

No one beats him at his game
For very long but just the same
Who cares, there's no place safe to hide
Nowhere to run--no time to cry
So celebrate while you still can
'Cause any second it may end.
And when it's all been said and done . . .
Better that you had some fun
Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell?
So have a toast, and down the cup
And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one . . . . . . . (etc.)
No one lives forever!! (Hey!)

Human League- Circus Of Death


Spoken Intro :Why in just a few moments we're off to Hawaii to join Steve McGarrett and the team for tonight's adventure

Nine o'clock flight from Hawaii
The Trident is just touching down
We're waiting here on the tarmac
McGarrett is wearing a frown
He's here to help with a problem
A blood-spattered curse on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand

The circus of death is approaching
It's pathway is painted in red
Before it the frightened and helpless
Behind it a trail of the dead

The narcotic that forges their union
Is a substance known only to one
To the clown it is known as dominion
It's a secret that he'll give to none

The drug which gives the clown power
Means the circus can never be stopped
And his dream can go on unhindered
Till the last human being has dropped

Spare me and my family, I've done you no wrong
Go away, please let us be, I've known you for too long

I Am Strretched On Your Grave
Sinead O'Connor

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It's time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a chil

Do you remember
The night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pilar of light

The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and your dead
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

So I'm stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It's time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

Talking Heads - Psycho Killer
---

I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I
Can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...

The Special A.K.A.- War Crimes

Jerry Dammers

Bombs to settle arguments, the order of the boot
Can you hear them crying in the rubble of Beirut?

I can still see people dying, now who takes the blame?
the numbers are different, the crime is still the same

From the graves of Belsen where the innocent were burned
To the genocide in Beirut, Israel was nothing learned?

I can still hear people crying, now who takes the blame?
The numbers are different, the crime is still the same

Bombs to settle arguments, the order of the boot
From the graves of Belsen, to the ruins of Beirut

I can still see people dying, now who takes the blame?
The numbers are different, the crime is still the same

Nick Cave's entire Murder Ballads album will fit, and there's already one posted (yay Moonbeam!) but here's another, kinda nasty one...

Stagger Lee
Nick Cave

It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
StaggerLee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old Stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
Stagger Lee
His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, never ever come back no more
Stagger Lee
So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket of Blood
Stagger Lee
He said Mr. Motherfucker, you know who I am
The barkeeper said, no, and I don't give a good goddamn
to Stagger Lee
He said, well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee
Mr. Stagger Lee
Barkeep said, yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day
Mr. Stagger Lee
Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head
Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
with Stagger Lee
She saw the barkeep, said, O God, He can't be dead!
Stag said, well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head
She said you ain't look like you scored in quite some time
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime
Mr. Stagger Lee
But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
Mr. Stagger Lee
I'll stay here till Billy comes in, Till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll fuck Billy in his motherfucking ass
said Stagger Lee
I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole
said Stagger Lee
Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says you must be
That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee
Stagger Lee
Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick because if you don't you gonna be dead
said Stagger Lee
Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled him full of Lead
Oh yeah.

CarrieMpls said:[quote]Nick Cave's entire Murder Ballads album will fit, and there's already one posted (yay Moonbeam!) but here's another, kinda nasty one...

Stagger Lee
Nick Cave


I saw the video for that once. Not so hardcore as the lyrics though.

Pearls
By: Sade

there is a woman in somalia
scraping for pearls on the roadside
there's a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive
this is how she's dying
she's dying to survive
don't know what she's made of
i would like to be that brave

she cries to the heaven above
there is a stone in my heart
she lives a life she didn't choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes

hurts like brand-new shoes

there is a woman in somalia
the sun gives her no mercy
the same sky we lay under
burns her to the bone
long as afternoon shadows
it's gonna take her to get home
each grain carefully wrapped up
pearls for her little girl

hallelujah
hallelujah

she cries to the heaven above
there is a stone in my heart
she lives in a world she didn't choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes
hurts like brand-new shoes

War Of The Hearts
By:Sade

i could aim
but i could not fire
got a bullet to spare
to kill my desire

who's calling the shots
one of us must make the peace
to have or to have not
the fire has got to cease

i'm loaded
don't know where to point this thing
it's a sin
how we hit where it hurts

who's calling the shots
one of us (one of us) must end this masquerade
to have or to have not
let's heal the wounds that we've made

it's a war of the hearts (it's a war of the hearts)
it's a war of the hearts

got a bullet to spare, don't wanna send it your way

who's calling the shots
one of us (one of us) must make the peace
to have or to have not
the fire has got to cease

it's a war of the hearts (it's a war of the hearts)
it's a war of the hearts

i'm loaded
don't know where to point this thing
(it's a sin) it's a sin
how we hit where it hurts (how we hit where it hurts)

one of us (one of us)
got to end this masquerade
got to heal the wounds that we've made
i've got a bullet to spare
don't wanna send it your way
if you wanna end it
if you wanna end it just say

it's a war of the hearts (it's a war of the hearts)
it's a war of the hearts
(got to end this masquerade)

i've got a bullet to spare
and we don't wanna send it your way
if you wanna end it (it's a...)
if you wanna end it (war of the...)
just say (hearts)

it's a war of the hearts
it's a war of the hearts
it's a war of the hearts

Delia's Gone by Johnny Cash

Delia, oh, Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor Delia
I'd-a had her for my wife
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis
And I met Delia there
Found her in her parlor
And I tied to her chair
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

She was low down and trifling
And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to
Grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

First time I shot her
I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

But jailer, oh, jailer
Jailer, I can't sleep
'Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

So if you woman's devilish
You can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her
Like Delia got done
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

and another particular favorite of mine... "momma's gotta die tonight" by ice-t and body count...



No, no, no, Mommaaa...

All my life I loved this girl so much,
all my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth,
oh the pain of just a simple birth.
But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind,
poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
she taught me hate for race
that's why I hate you!
There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.
There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.

Momma, momma, I always loved my momma,
I always loved my momma.
I loved the say she hold me,
I love the way she talked to me.
She used to teach me a lot of things,
she taught me good things, she taught me bad things.
Don't trust white people, don't trust white people.
Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good,
they're no good, they're no good.
They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off.
Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em.
I said, 'Why momma?', she said, I told you don't
trust 'em they're no good.
I said, 'Momma, I thought we were all the same momma,
why momma?' She said, Don't ask me any questions.
Don't you challenge your mutha.

So one day I found I fell in love
and I brought my girlfriend home
and I introduced her to my mutha and she smacked me
It was a white girl and
I said, 'Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?'
You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman.
She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans,
Indians, Orientals, momma was no good.
I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha.
So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store
and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire!
Ha, ha, ha.
Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch
burn, burn, burrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
Ha, ha, ha.

But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed
and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought
me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and
I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.
Now she was out.

I went into the kitchen
and I got that handy carving knife
that we only use on special occasions like
bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol'
fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in
little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet,
her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags
and I put it into my car and I said, 'Momma, we're goin' on
a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch.'

I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York,
Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you
wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch,
whose laughin' now.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father
who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that's
fucked this world up from day one,
you can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to
suck your dick or do like Body Count does.

All my life I loved this girl so much,
all my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth
oh the pain of just a simple birth.
Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
she taught me hate for race
that's why I hate you!
There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.

There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.

EllisDee said:

I love this song!!

Yes, indeed, the Murder Balads album by Nick Cave is quite
an exquisite choice. My personal favorites are "Millhaven"
and "O'Maly's Bar"

The Curse Of Millhaven

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming

Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing

La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die

You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come
home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning

La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing

La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going

La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her
dead
Was, My killer is Loretta and she lives across the
street!
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning

La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I
was evil
That if bad was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard
lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going

La la la la La la la lie

Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I
admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior
high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going

La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die

There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake
Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the Warning signs had
followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit
of stowing

La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing

La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on
trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than
jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in

La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless
Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, Why of
course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let
me!
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy

Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die


***

Now that's a cool lyric.

The lyrics to "O Malley's Bar" are a lot more brutal so
I won't put them here. Anyone interested can look those
up on the net anyway. But they're quite spectacular.

Ah, what the heck, I'll just put it here anyway. I'd like
to add to this that the way he delivers these vocals on
the song is awsome. It sounds so twisted and neurotic it's
wonderful.


"O Malley's Bar"

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable hight
And I've been known to be quite handsome
In a certain angle and in certain light
Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, O'Malley I have a thirst
O'Malley merely smiled at me
Said You wouldn't be the first
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself

My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle


Huh! Hmmm


Neighbours! I cried, Friends! I
screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
I bear no grudge against you!
And my dick felt long and hard
I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns

Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That's exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes

Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till down
And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beer in town
I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down


Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah


I have no free will, I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, You are an evil man
And I paused a while to wonder
If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder

I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, No offense
And then lay upon the ground
None taken, I replied to him
To which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off

I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows


Hhhh Mmmm


I said, I want to introduce myself
And I am glad that all you came
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name

Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked

Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts of truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made no attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor

Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced
But remorse i felt and remorse I had
It clung to every thing
From the raven's hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings
Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest

And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West
Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
Did you know I lived in your street? I said
And he looked at me as though I were crazy

O, he said, I had no idea
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew that hat right off the house


Hmmm Uh Uh


Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
There stands some kind of man, I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!
But no one did cause they were dead


Huh! Hmmm


And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air
Well, I checked the chamber of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I raised it to my head
Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep your hands above your head!
I had one one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
Don't shoot, I cried, I'm a man
unarmed!

So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And I started counting on my fingers


Aaaah One Aaaah Two Aaaah Three Aaaah Four


O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

CarrieMpls said:

yeah... wyclef jean does a good version of it, too... but no one really gives me that creepy 'this guy might actually kill someone' feeling like johnny cash... just the fact that most people sing about murder by screaming and trying to sound crazy... and he'll calmly sing about killing some lady with a slowly strummed guitar, like it's nothing... that is talent...

NWF said:[quote]

CarrieMpls said:

That Murder Ballads album is great!

Kate Bush
Lionheart (1978)
Coffee homeground

Down in the cellar
You're getting into making poison.
You slipped some on the side,
Into my glass of wine,
And I don't want any coffee--homeground.

Offer me a chocolate,
No thank you, spoil my diet, know your game!
But tell me just how come
They smell of bitter almonds?
It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.

Pictures of Crippin
Lipstick-smeared.
Torn wallpaper.
Have the walls got ears here?

Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
And you won't get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlock
On the rocks.

Where are the plumbers
Who went a-missing here on Monday?
There was a tall man
With his companion,
And I bet you gave them coffee--homeground.

Maybe you're lonely,
And only want a little company,
But keep your recipes
For the rats to eat,
And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.

Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
And you won't put me in a six-foot plot--with your hemlock
On the rocks.

You won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
And you won't get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlock
On the rocks.

With your hemlock on the rocks.
'Noch ein Glas, mein Liebchen?'*
With your hemlock on the rocks.
'Es schmeckt wunderbahr!'*
With your hemlock on the rocks.
'Und ???'

Love Is Stronger Than Death - The The

LoveLoveLove
LoveLoveLove

Me & my friend were walking
In the cold light of mourning.
Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived
In this world even winter ain't what it seems.

Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime.
When the rivers run high & the tears run dry.
When everything that dies.
Shall rise.

LoveLoveLove is stronger than death.
LoveLoveLove is stronger than death.

In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch.
All the thoughts unuttered & all the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath.
But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak
"How could you believe that the life within the seed
that grew arms that reached
And a heart that beat.
And lips that smiled
And eyes that cried.
Could ever die?"

Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime.
When the rivers run high & the tears run dry.
When everything that dies.
Shall rise.

LoveLoveLove is stronger than death.
LoveLoveLove is stronger than death.

Shall rise. Shall rise.
Shall rise. Shall rise.
[This message was edited Mon Dec 9 8:34:29 PST 2002 by applekisses]

Kate Bush
The Dreaming (1982)
Houdini

I wait at the table,
And hold hands with weeping strangers,
Wait for you
To join the group.

The tambourine jingle-jangles.
The medium roams and rambles.
Not taken in,
I break the circle.

I want this man
To go away now.

With a kiss
I'd pass the key
And feel your tongue
Teasing and receiving.
With your spit
Still on my lip,
You hit the water.

Him and I in the room
To prove you are with us too.

He's using code that only you and I know.
This is no trick of his.
This is your magic.

I'd catch the cues,
Watching you,
Hoping you'd do something wrong.

Everybody thinks you'll never make it,
But every time,
You escape:

'Rosabel believe,
Not even eternity
Can hold Houdini!'

'Rosabel, believe!'

Through the glass
I'd watch you breathe.
('Not even eternity--')
Bound and drowned,
And paler than you've ever been.
('--will hold Houdini!')

With your life
The only thing in my mind--
We pull you from the water!

(Houdini!)

You ('Hou-di-ni...')
And I
And Rosabel believe.

"Turn Around", They Might Be Giants:

I was working all night in my office
When a man I had recently killed
Called me up from a phone near my building
So I looked out the window at him
He had the same obsequious manner
That was the reason I had him killed
So to calm my nerves I sang this song to him,
Over the phone

Turn around, turn around
There's a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
It's a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground
Turn around

I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of my neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone
And sang me this song

Turn around, turn around
There's a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
It's a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground
Turn around

We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
Until the engineer whose back had been turned
And who we thought would find us highly amusing
Quickly swiveled his head around
And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil
Sang us this song

Turn around, turn around (round)
There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be...)
Turn around (...found), turn around (round)
It's a human skull on the ground (it's a human skull on the...)
Human skull (...ground) on the ground (round)
Turn around (turn around, turn around)

"Turn Around" is CLASSIC!

"he had the same obsequious manner..."

I always gave them credit for using "obsequious" in a song.

IceNine said:

Glad I'm not the only one who's heard this great song...lol And yeah, anyone who can squeeze "obsequious" into a song so seemlessly gets major cudos from me... 8)

Not my favorite, but it's funny!!



Used To Love Her GNR

I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, Oo, yeah
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Oo, yeah
But I had to kill her
I knew I'd miss her
So I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard
Oh yeah, Oo yeah, whoa, oh yeah

I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
She bitched so much, She drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way, yeah
Whoa, oh yeah

I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
I had to put her, Oo, six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

Poor Skeleton Steps Out
by: XTC

Poor skeleton steps out, dressed up in bad blood, bad brains, bad
thoughts, and others deeds. Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these
days, you can cast aside your human, be free.

When the cities run with blood, and you drink our health in mud,
"All flesh be gone." Save your dry and joyous shout, for the day poor
skeleton steps out.

Poor skeleton steps out, sprung from his life sentence deep inside
some muscle mask. Poor skeleton devout, propping up truck drivers,
filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task.

When technology is rust, and you write your book in dust, "All flesh
be gone." Can't buy tickets from a tout, for the day poor skeleton
steps out.

Poor skeleton steps out, liberated from sex organs and brown, black,
white skin. Poor skeleton you lout, don't you think that we might
like to have been asked to join in?

For good skeletons are we, and we're dying to be free, "All flesh be
gone." I will scream or sulk and pout, until my poor skeleton steps
out.

Look out, here comes bony boy.


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[This message was edited Mon Dec 9 8:49:50 PST 2002 by teller]

Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud

The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow
put the audience in action
let the slaughtered take a bow

The old man's words, white hot knives
slicing through warm butter
the butter is the heart
the rancid pealing soul

Scratch pictures on asylum walls
broken nails and matchsticks
hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic

RED FIX

On mans poison another mans meat
one mans agony another mans treat
Artaud living with his neck placed
firmly in the noose
eyes black with pain
limbs in cramps, contorted
the theatre and its double
the void and the aborted

Harry Connick Jr.
Love Me, Some You
taken from To See You love compliation, November 1997

Love Me Some You

The sky's blowin' on me
Pourin' water on my head
He ain't stoppin' soon
Black children hidin' me from light
White ones tryin' to kill me
So kill me
I love me some you

Can't seem to get my step
Walkin' in someone else's shoes
Too big for my feet
Just as soon wear none at all
Might cut my skin on the concrete
Cut me
I love me some you

I can make it through the night
But can I make it to the night

Somethin' ain't right with me
Can't figure what it is
Justify my way
My one side messin' with my head
My other side tryin' to leave me
Don't leave me
I love me some you

Harry Connick Jr.
Love Me, Some You
taken from To See You love compliation, November 1997

Love Me Some You

The sky's blowin' on me
Pourin' water on my head
He ain't stoppin' soon
Black children hidin' me from light
White ones tryin' to kill me
So kill me
I love me some you

Can't seem to get my step
Walkin' in someone else's shoes
Too big for my feet
Just as soon wear none at all
Might cut my skin on the concrete
Cut me
I love me some you

I can make it through the night
But can I make it to the night

Somethin' ain't right with me
Can't figure what it is
Justify my way
My one side messin' with my head
My other side tryin' to leave me
Don't leave me
I love me some you

applekisses said:

God, yes, Bauhaus. I haven't though about them anymore since
my psychotic ex whom loved them tried to top himself with a
razor when he found out we'd run out of peanutbutter.

Those were some scary ass songs they have tho. Even the ones
that aren't as dark as this one.

BLACK SHEEP

Black sheep, black sheep
where is yo lamb.
He's way down
by the meadow
and the buzzards
and the flies is pickin out he eyes
and the po lil lamb
cried MAAAMMY