Cover di Crackle

Crackle
Compilation - 7 luglio 1998 - Debaser id 17752

di Bauhaus

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 despise
For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars

I dare
I dare
I dare- you- you
Il tuo voto:
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 lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
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.
Il tuo voto:
She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground

Chorus:
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
(chorus)

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

(chorus 3x)
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Il tuo voto:
white on white translucent black capes
back on the rack
bela lugosi's dead
the bats have left the bell tower
the victims have been bled
red velvet lines the black box
bela lugosi's dead
bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead
the virginal brides file past his tomb
strewn with time's dead flowers
bereft in deathly bloom
alone in a darkened room
the count
bela lugosi's dead
bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead
(repeat "undead" x # of times and fade into echo)

oh bela
bela's undead
oh bela
bela's undead
bela's undead
oh bela
bela's undead
oh bela

undead
Il tuo voto:
Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes screaming
You try to pin him to the wall
You end up on the ceiling
Locked in a dome
The shadows flicker by
He's the madcap pusher
Delerium the drug he's dealing

He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness

He's the sniper in the hills
Hiding the holes in your head
He's the poison in your poison
The razor in your head
Hanging on a picture
Eyelid needle and thread
You empty yourself once again
But he's always one step ahead
He whispers in your ear
was it nothing that you said
He's walking in your sleep now
He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed

He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness

The sanity assassin
Stays up all night stalking
The sanity assassin
Picks off victims like flies
The sanity assassin
Let his fingers do the walking
The sanity assassin
The crack shot between your eyes
He's got you in his sights

He drops a capsule in your drink
And spikes your dreams with madness

The razor in your head
He's the poison in your poison

Drops a capsule in your drink
(repeat)
Il tuo voto:
Following the silent hedges
needing some other kind of madness
looking into purple eyes
sadness at the corners
works of art with a minimum of steels

pure sensations
a beautiful downgrade
going to hell again
going to hell again

So confidence speaks from a thousand fools
thoughts of civilizations
burning the brillant paradise soaked dreams
mindlessly hails to the electric cloak

what happens when the intoxication of success has evaportated?
following the silent hedges
following the silent hedges
going to hell again

pure sensation
the beautiful downgrade
going to hell again
going to hell again
again (x5)
Il tuo voto:
ancient earthwork, fort and barrow
discreetly hide their secret abodes
the most fearful hide deep inside
and venture not there opon yuletide

for invasion of their hollow hills
that music hold, and oberon fill
is surely recommended not
for fear of death, in fear of rot

hollow hills
hollow hills
hollow hills
hollow hills

baleful sunds and wild voices ignored
ill luck, disaster, the one reward
violated sanctity of supermen's hills
so sad, love lies there still, so sad- so sad
hollow hills, hollow hills
witches too, and goblin too and speckled sills
lament, repent, oh mortal you
so sad, so sade (fade out)
Il tuo voto:
The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He's seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes

From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You'll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels
From a dummy head expression
From a dummy head expression

The transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing I am becomes something else
Part character part sensation

The shadow is cast
Il tuo voto:
Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders From Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do
Like some cat from Japan
He could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave them to hang
Came on so loaded man
Well hung and snow-white tan

So where were the Spiders
While the flies tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us
So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands

Ziggy played for time
Jiving us that we were voodoo
But the kids were just crass
He was the nazz, with God-given ass
He took it all too far
But boy, could he play guitar

Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
We had to break up the band

Now Ziggy played guitar

(david bowie)
Il tuo voto:
Caressing bent up to the jug again
With 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 was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (Dark Entries,......)
Girating through some lonesome devils row (Dark Entries,......)
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (Dark Entries,......)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (Dark Entries,......)
He often sleekly offers his services (Dark Entries,......)
Exploitation of his finer years (Dark Entries,......)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (Dark Entries,......)
Of lonely office clerks (Dark Entries,......)
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (Dark Entries,......)

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Il tuo voto:
Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel

His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
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
In stead 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
Il tuo voto:
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore

There is no choice, we make a point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
Let's be near
Let's be near the atmosphere
Il tuo voto:
What do you want of me
What do you long from me
A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn
A count, white and drawn
What do you make of me
What can you take from me
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Let me rip you up and down

For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me
Rip what you can off me
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through

You worthless bitch
You fickle shit
You will spit on me
You will make me spit
And when the Judas howl arise
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you

And I'll walk away
Away
Walk away
(repeat)
Il tuo voto:
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