Iron Hand
A stranger found the lyrics
A cold white girl endlessly chats
Stalking like Neil Young,
Someone gets late always for a change
A cat tucked in a ruined bag
Iron hands stick to beer stains
The sky grows over our trite heads
Were all shrinking now
We learned all the right standards
And got meaninglessly freed
Some got out for hot booze
Someones barking at mongrel dogs
A crooners scattering words sheets
A colour-blind man watch a glass
Cold snaps hit your flesh while
Grisly drones hit your eardrums
Chords sound so morose
Hard rounders sing by piled crates
Some crept, scrambled cables then
Got a dimmed road while showers swoop
I didnt feel my head was
On my neck the night before
(Chords for this song)
Em A F#m5+/7
Bm7 Em7 (2)
F#m D D/G REF Em F#m G (3)
Red Green Beacons
I got to a nothing town
With women at bus stops
You spilled your rustic accent
I could not get the flirt
With love I could wish
With pain even more
As your light fades my view
Dont make a refugee
Dont make a refugee
I saw you some high times,
and in me, your figures blurred
A plastic water bottle
With holes and lots of ice
You thought Id be someone else,
If I wasnt you
Sing your tempting last words now
Take me out tonight
R
white walls are lipstick blurred now
everyday she bangs her head
she's ten and gonna get used to it
true love walks in that small hut
"say your prayers" he says at night
one more drink and go to bed now
real smart guy
moaning to the window
now he likes behind
his wife turns her back
all the time
pictures on the floor
rags inside her mouth
forget, nothing's happened
not at all
nightmares she has it in broad daylight
each time she walks out of home
outside he is not that monster
insects all over the place
it's getting hot, the city's getting poor
we step into the dark of a dead world
3/4
saw you last night
laying on my bed
laying on an alcohol pool
blood on your lips
blood on your breasts
blood on your thigs
we are the specters of life
in a world we thought was real
meanwhile you watch out your crimes >While you watch over your crimes
some prick is watching you
sleep all the time
thought you were dead
make us feel scared
thought you were God
throwing me a sin
ill have my catholic work
Cramped Rooms
She doesnt like who dont love like me
Jostled by the empty space
I am still her brave man, her ward
Trampled prospects, ask for more
She said: "Cravings so pleased torture"
Then she asked my soul
Without careworn expression, she has gone
Made us feel like naughts again
We hid all our aversions, with pain
Fallen through these times again
So she kept on talking
But I couldnt hear anything at all
I remember she showed me a dusty bureau
And right behind her portrait the handcuffs
My death wont be a problem for me after it happens
I still manage to walk, move my arms
She seemed very common to me before that
Whatever she wants from me, she already have
The bright side of hell
Dont let me here
This grounds so cold
I didnt kill her
No, any harm
Squeeze my dry eyes
till I cant see you anymore
another man falls
so slow
This morning
down in hell
ludicrously
I could breath
Shes my eternal
straining view
I was lurching
Prompting bawds
No Ace Out There
one more being down the sun
swarming in the mass
perfect births just cant go wrong
dumbs, we live everyday
driving us to graves
once, when I drove your car
traffics jammed but I
didnt see no ace out there
naught that would make me use
one sense I still had
one creature down the moon
tangling up himself
just grow up and multiply
out, by a flashing light
she beckoned at last
(Chords for this song)
F# A Ab (B) F#AAbG
F#m7 G7+ A D9
A Am A9 A9/7+ F#m7
G Gm5- Em F#m7
A Am A9 A9/7+ F#m7
G Gm5- Em F#m7 F#m7/E
The Countryside Syndrome
Bend the sight so that it seems less hostile
How could she take it so seriously?
I saw the slight scrape, hedious chums
They can foresee their own behaviour
And worst thing is most times theyre right
She wanna have fun, a seething task
I had a nightmare which I cannot remind
But it was so clear
Dont know nothing about reaction
I got out, will you take the toil?
The outcomes better when you expect to lose
Time elapsed and then followed inertia
We spend our lifetime trying to kill ourselves
The slowest way we can, shes not in.
Man behind the shadow
It was that man behind the shadow who made me
It was not I who made him
And now that Im going away
I let this dummy in my stained place
In the wasteful beginning I thought I existed
I told you all: dont worry
Meanwhile we just have to survive
Until the day I thought I created that dismal man
After a long while being his flesh
I conclude it was that bloody man behind the shadow who created me
So I became a lunatic and had to disappear within two days
And now theres only the dummy and somebody behind it with the remote control
God makes his own tragedy and gets illusions of other beings.
God bless all our harlots
i have to wait you turn me on
now, after all, you walk alone
i was the witness of Englands crime
now i could even say goodbye
i don't really understand
i don't really care
it just seems that it has no end
but id never knew
i've already read them and hit the road
i saw the harlots waiting for the bus
at the time you came around my grave
the animals said: death is just a word
i just tried to hold out dry
walking on your head
i just saw you passing by
but i never knew
right
Hunt
Last night I was dreaming about us in the capital
But we could watch the streets of our city
It was cold and nobody was out
At night we couldn't see the stars, only the clouds
Like in the seashore road on the hills
But there was a building and somebody there singing a weird
song
In your town, very strange
I heard these drums and felt the weight of my head
Your lights are on?
I cannot sleep, but it doesn't matter
Tomorrow I'll wake up anyway
The hunter said he was not a preacher
That he had one
But he had the head of one right there
Last night I was dreaming of us in our city
Last night I was dreaming of us in the capital
I was running, trying to catch Jesus
But I got tired and stopped to have a drink
I'm not a man,
Just a being.
Passion Sunday
ancient virgins, hear my voice
on the passion Sunday, I mean
everybody was doing their prayers
but me, I have no compassion
the gasoline all over the place
father and me we did light the match
on the TV news I heard the numbers
sisters, sisters, I am not scared
I said
Well hide our next crimes
the gruesome song on the radio
her signature on the last page
I can't remember the reason why
I kissed once, I kissed her twice
I felt the sweetness in my skin
I can't explain, it was a sin
witches don't condemn me now
is not this a brotherhood ?
I asked.
80
I used to in the eighties
I used to travel a lot
I try to live on the nineties
I try so hard to live
Sister keeps the animals in the barn
Mother keeps the animals in the room
Technology
were ice
work for the job
love to love
only technology
mind for the perfect work
my mind
computers mind
high speed
gruesome brain
mind is your machine
mind is your trash
were artists
we sell computers
