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1986 |
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3. | Babylero |
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5. | Herald |
6. | Penetralia |
7. | Ravenous (not on LP release) |
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11. | The Golden Section |
12. | The First Five Minutes After Death |
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The angels kiss our souls in bliss
Measure the extent of a dizzying descent
Down the anal staircase
Down the anal staircase
Put just one foot on the staircase
And the next step you're down here on this face
Down the anal staircase
And the rapids of my heart
Will tear your ship of love apart
And we'll end up wrecked
We'll end up at the start
Of the anal staircase
And the angels kiss our souls in bliss
Measure the extent of a dizzying descent
Down the anal staircase
Down the anal staircase
Take a hollowpoint revolver
Right down the rapids of your heart
Blow the fucking thing apart
Blow the fucking thing apart
One step, two step, three step, four step
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Roman land
Of Roman sands
And Roman sons
As I watch the sun sink down
On the blood red edge
Of the blood red town
There are shadows for sale
On the edge of town
At the edge of the night
Is a darkness seen
From the side of the light
(From the side of the night)
And the winds blow round
This sleeping town
This sleeping town
This Roman land
Of Roman sands
And Roman sons
And it seems to me
That when I close my eyes
All the lights in the world
Go out
And the night passes by
And you whisper to me
A thousand lies
I stare in surprise
Towards the desert's
warm black
And the desert stirs
And the desert stares
back
With a thousand eyes
Piercing eyes
Ancient eyes
And I ask my lover
"Do you know
Where the desert roses
bloom and grow?"
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There's honey in the hollows
And the contours of the body
A sluggish golden river
A sickly golden trickle
A golden, sticky trickle
You can hear the bones humming
You can hear the bones humming
And the car reverses over
The body in the basin
In the shallow sea-plane basin
And the car reverses over
And his body rolls over
Crushed from the shoulder
You can hear the bones humming
Singing like a puncture
Singing like a puncture
Killed to keep the world turning
Killed to keep the world turning
Killed to keep the world turning
Throw his bones over
The white cliffs of Dover
And into the sea, the sea of Rome
And the bloodstained coast of Ostia
Leon like a lion
Sleeping in the sunshine
Lion lies down
Lion lies down
Out of the strong came forth sweetness
Out of the strong came forth sweetness
Throw his bones over
The white cliffs of Dover
And murder me in Ostia
And murder me in Ostia
The sea of Rome
And the bloodstained coast
And the car reverses over
The white cliffs of Dover
And into the sea, the sea of Rome
You can hear the bones humming
You can hear the bones humming
You can hear the bones humming
Throw his bones over
The white cliffs of Dover
And into the sea, the sea of Rome
And murder me in Ostia
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Nero's long hot tongue
Nero's long hot
tongue licks...
This is the sound
Of the world
turning round
The underground
sound
This is the sound of the
world turning round
The world
spinning round.
You get eaten alive
By the perfect lover.
I fell in
to a burning ring
A burning ring of
knives
And the knives
slide in
They slide deep
into my skin
And they open me
so wide
That you stick your
head inside
You get sewn
inside alive
You get eaten alive
By the perfect lover
When you've
swallowed one
You just
swallow another
To drive away
this hunger
You stay in
there forever
Caught in the centre
Of a circle of manias
Chemical Angel
Enters arena
Toro D'Or
falls to the floor
F**king the ground
The hole in the ground
And hot wires sing
Deep in my skin
I'm writhing...
perspiring...
Like Dutch Schultz at
106 degrees...
And I wake up licking
I wake up licking the
bedsheets clean
Licking and
sucking......
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A sleeping explorer; his wandering mind crossed over the border
A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning
Where the bodies twist deep in the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep
Then the lowest comes up like a wreck from the depths
He hears night calling; he has dreams of waking here in this brightness that burns like slow lightning
He sees words burnt in ice and reads, "That the world is a wound" and the Body of Christ
Effects of the animal - animal sound effects
He says, "Death: he is my friend; he's promised me
a quick end. The world is in pain; he should be put down; and God is a sadist and that he knows it"
The depths of the night skies reflects in his eye
He says, "Everything changes and no one survives and everyone dies"
And the night slits her veins and the darkness drains and the void rumbles in like an underground train...
Forever comes closer; the world is in pain
We all must be shown
We must realize that everyone changes and everything dies
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And who by fire, who by water,
who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of may,
who by very slow decay,
and who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,
who by his lady's command, who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains, who in power,
and who shall I say is calling?
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The First Five Minutes After Death |
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