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Marc Almond
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1989
1.
The Devil (Okay)
2.
If You Need (S'il te faut)
3.
4.
We Must Look (Il nous faut regarder)
5.
Alone (Seul)
6.
I'm Coming (J'arrive)
7.
Litany For A Return (Litanie pour un retour)
8.
If You Go Away (Ne me quitte pas)
9.
The Town Fell Asleep (La Ville s'endormait)
10.
The Bulls (Les Toros)
11.
Never To Be Next (Au suivant)
12.
My Death (La Mort)
. . .



A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The race is almost run

A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had gone
So Pearly don't you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where you've risen from

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost won


. . .



If you go away
On this summer's day
Then you might as well take the sun away
All the birds that flew in the summer sky
When our love was new
And our hearts were high
And the day was young
And the nights were long
The trees stood still for the night birds song

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

And if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on the sun
I'll ride on the rain
I'll talk to the trees
And I'll worship the wind
But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

If you go away
As I know you will
You must tell the world to stop turning , turning
Til you return again
If you ever do
For what good is love
Without loving you
Let me tell you now
As you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly
Til your next hello

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

But if you stay,
I'll make you a night
Like no night has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on you smile
I'll ride on your touch
Oh, I'll talk to your eyes
How I love them so much
But if you go
I won't cry
For the good is gone
In the word "goodbye"

If you go away
Please don't go away
Please don't go away

Please don't leave me
I won't cry anymore
I won't talk anymore
I'll hide in your room
And I'll watch you
As you dance and you smile
And I'll listen a while
As you sing and you laugh
Please let me become
The shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your had
The shadow of your glass
On this shadow of a man

Please don't leave me
Please stay
Please don't go away

And if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on the sun
I'll ride on the rain
I'll talk to the trees
And I'll worship the wind
But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand

If you go away
Please don't go away
Please don't go away


. . .



Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol

Idol be bad
Idol be wild
Martyr your heart
Father a love child
We need all your kinks
And your dark attitude
We live on your sins
And your volatile moods

We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
You're a pop up poster of a teenage dream
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
A fur inferno on a twisted scene

Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end

Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol

We loved you in black
We adored you in pink
Up in the dock
Or drowned in the drink
Wrapped up in foil
Anointed in oil

We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
Rip out your soul as you're playing the role
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
Nail up your hands to fulfil our demands

Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end

Sweet crucifixion

We hate you, we hate you
We hate you, we hate you
Watch them turn cold as you start to grow old
We hate you, we hate you
We hate you, we hate you
Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to turn

Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end

Be what you are
In the bed or the car
In the bath or the bar
It's the end of the star
Burn yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end

Fail Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the Idol

All gods fall in the end

Valentino the sheik was the God of them all
But his macho was dented and he took a fall
Garland sang tragedy touching our hearts
But her life was a tragedy more than her art
Fabian and Avalon gold lamed and cute
Kissed fickle fame and went straight down the chute
Elvis the cat loved us tender with youth
But what we were seeing was never the truth
Just wanted to sing but fame made its demands
And died while still young trying to please all his fans
James was a rebel that stood for an age
A drink and a drive and then death took the stage
Poor Billie Holliday paid all her dues
When her close friend the needle gave her the blues
Janis at night cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age away

We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you

Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon would crave
But pills and a pool set the scene for the grave
Jim lived his life to put edge to his songs
But he died in the bath to reach where he belongs
Jimi played notes that were all heaven-sent
But the drink and the drugs made sure that's where he went
Osmond and Cassidy records all gold
But they made the mistake of growing too old
Bolan got fat was not pleasant to see
But we loved him again when he met with a tree
Kurt was unhappy with fame and success
A gun in the mouth and one hell of a mess
And who will be next on the big cross of fame?
A white sequinned glove and a big famous name?

We hate you, we hate you
We hate you, we hate you
We hate you, we hate you
We hate you, we hate you


. . .



I've had my fill of ugly words
I've had my fill of lies
When the only truth or beauty now
Is deep within your thighs
The roses are in bloom my dear
I haven't any fear
That you'll love me
Like you did last year

Look at me
Do you see
A man against the world
But don't look at me
And see an unhappy man
With some powder and some paint
And the patience of a saint
I'm still here

My life's not over yet
I'm not up there on the shelf
I've found someone to love
Apart from just myself

I've had my fill of bitterness
I've had my fill of dirt
I've had enough of emptiness
I've had enough of hurt
I think we'll get the last laugh
If we don't break down and cry

And find the joke's
On you and I
Look at us
Do you see us in a burlesque show
Look at us are we in vaudeville
We've tasted every thrill
Every powder every pill
And we're still here

I've had enough of broken cups
I've had enough of scenes
Of other people's laughter
When we go through our routines
The lilies aren't in season
So I've no reason to fear
That you'll love me like you
Did last year
That you'll love me like you
Did last year
That you'll love me like you
Did last year


. . .



We find love, you and I
It's a new game to play
Then we tell our first lie
And see a love go away

And we find
We're alone

We rush on, you and I
We don't need love at all
We need thrills, we need speed
And we stumble and fall

And we find
We're alone

We're loyal, you and I
To flowers that are dead
We forget how to cry
And save photos instead

And we find
We're alone

We hear guns, you and I
And we ask what is that
Then we open The Times
We're informed where it's at

And we find
We're alone

We're moral you and I
We stand for what's right
We slaughter our evil bygones

And in life
We find we're alone

We're lucky, you and I
We're alive and secure
But in the bank and the church
We can never be sure

And we find
We're alone

We've made it, you and I
We have glory and fame
But we never know why
We feel so ashamed

And we find
We're alone

We've power, you and I
But what good is that now?
We'd build a new world
If we only knew how

And we find
We're alone

We are old you and I
We beg warmth from the sun
In the dreams that we dream
We ask, "What have we done?"

And we find
We're alone


. . .



From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Our friends, they are departing
From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Death gallows our dulcine'es
From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Other flowers try the best they can
From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Men lament while women wail

I'm coming
I'm coming
But what I would have dearly loved once more
To haul my bones towards the sun, towards summer
Towards spring, towards tomorrow
I'm coming
I'm coming
But what I have dearly loved once more
To see if the river is still the river
To see if the port is still the port
To see me there still
I'm coming
I'm coming
But why me? Why already? Why now? Where to go?
I'm coming
Of course I'm coming
Have I ever done anything but be coming?

From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Each time all solitary
From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Each time super numerary

I'm coming
I'm coming
But what I would have dearly loved once more
To take love like one takes the train to be more alone
To be elsewhere. to be content.
I'm coming
I'm coming
But what I would have dearly loved once more
To fill a trembling body with stars
And fall down dead consumed with passion
My heart in ashes
I'm coming
I'm coming
It's not you who is early
It's now me...It's now me who is late
I'm coming
Of course I'm coming
Have I ever done anything......anything but be coming?
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming


. . .



He brings me flowers every morning
He brings the world onto my bed
He makes my bedroom into spring time
Violets, gardenias, roses red

He brings me tea and serves me chocolate
And I lick honey from his finger tips
He makes the world a little brighter
He makes my shadows a little lighter

I know where she keeps her money
I know she has but little time
I know that she completely trusts me
I've got her where I want her
She's completely mine

I've seen her brooches thick with diamond
I've seen her count her beads of jet and pearl
I'll bleed her of her soul and riches
I'm so happy that
Oblivious the bitch is

Kept boy
You kept me enraptured
Kept boy
You keep breaking my heart
Kept boy
I kept you encaptured
Kept boy
You keep playing the part

He cooks me dinner with the trimmings
He polishes my silverware
With tears of joy my eyes are brimming
Without him my world would be very bare

I know where she keeps her papers
Her testaments, her deeds to own the house
Her trusting look keeps me in stitches
I'm so happy that
Oblivious the bitch is

Kept boy
You kept me enraptured
Kept boy
You keep breaking my heart
Kept boy
I kept you encaptured
Kept boy
Keep playing the part
Kept boy
You kept me enraptured
Kept boy
You keep breaking my heart
Kept boy
I kept you encaptured
Kept boy
Keep playing the part

He brings me flowers every morning
He brings the papers to my bed
Opens the curtains to my bedroom
And chases bad dreams from my head

And as we celebrate your birthday
The one you thought would be my last
There's something bitter in the champagne
Something working very fast

Oh, oh, how I'm, how I'm feeling very dizzy
The ceilings, the ceilings are becoming roundabouts

I caught your eyes upon my riches
Not so oblivious this bitch is

Kept boy
You kept me enraptured
Kept boy
No more playing a part
Kept boy
I'll keep you forever
And ever (x10)
Kept boy
I'll keep you forever
And ever (repeat to fade)


. . .



If you go away
On this summer's day
Then you might as well take the sun away
All the birds that flew in the summer sky
When our love was new
And our hearts were high
And the day was young
And the nights were long
The trees stood still for the night birds song

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

And if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on the sun
I'll ride on the rain
I'll talk to the trees
And I'll worship the wind
But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

If you go away
As I know you will
You must tell the world to stop turning , turning
Til you return again
If you ever do
For what good is love
Without loving you
Let me tell you now
As you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly
Til your next hello

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

But if you stay,
I'll make you a night
Like no night has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on you smile
I'll ride on your touch
Oh, I'll talk to your eyes
How I love them so much
But if you go
I won't cry
For the good is gone
In the word "goodbye"

If you go away
Please don't go away
Please don't go away

Please don't leave me
I won't cry anymore
I won't talk anymore
I'll hide in your room
And I'll watch you
As you dance and you smile
And I'll listen a while
As you sing and you laugh
Please let me become
The shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand
The shadow of your glass
On this shadow of a man

Please don't leave me
Please stay
Please don't go away

And if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on the sun
I'll ride on the rain
I'll talk to the trees
And I'll worship the wind
But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand

If you go away
Please don't go away
Please don't go away


. . .



The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
At the spring
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
And night fell gradually
And time stood still
And my horse so muddy
And my body exhausted
And night shown bluely
In the waters of fate
And some cries of hate
Poured out by the old
And the oldest of old
Those women without sleep

The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
At the spring
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
And horse bent drinking
And me stood watching
And my thirst taking care
That she never sees my stare
And the fountain sings
And exhaustion sinks
It's knife in my back
And I play the role
Of the all powerful
I'm awaited somewhere
Like one awaits the king
No, no one waits for me
And I know it's hard
But we die by chance
While leading a merry dance

The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
At the spring
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
Sometimes a dusk
It's true that birds resemble waves
And waves are birds
And men are laughs
And laughs are psalms
More often it's true
That the sea no longer sings
I want to tell you
That it sings of the songs
That those mothers sing in books of our childhood
but women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools
And I'm not so sure that the song states
That she is the future of man

The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
At the spring
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called
And you have died
My unknown mate
On the brink of the naked
Beneath the sheets
As they danced


. . .



He woke to the sound of the birds in the morning
Felt charged with a new lease of life
Time to break out of his present surroundings
A mother, a child and a wife
He'd not said good-bye to his last thread of childhood
It lay just beyond his front gate
So he packed just a few things
And he packed in his job
And he prayed he'd not left it too late

He turned and he said
"Well we always have time,
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"

Joy held his heart
As he took to the road
Cast all his sorrow
To the breeze
Knew in his heart
It was the right thing to do
For he had to search out
His belief
Spring came and fall went
The year ran away
Love, hate and heartache ran too
Felt himself drift
Into memories of home
And the loneliness he lived on through

He turned and he said
"Well we always have time,
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"

And he'd learnt about life
But he'd lost out on love
He was no longer only a boy
There were lines on his face
From the sun and the wind
But no lines there through
Laughter or joy

Shoes full of holes
But with fire in his soul
He walked down the dirt beaten track
Mother was gone
But his wife and child were living on
And they cried
"It's the boy who came back"
Goodbye through the evening
Goodbye through the night
Goodbye through the dreams
Through the sleep
Goodbye to our yesterdays
Hello tomorrow
It seems we were destined to meet

He turned and he said
"Well we always have time,
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"


. . .



Wholely naked
My my worn towel serving as loin cloth
Face turned red
Hands clutching at soap and froth

(Next, next)

I was barely 20
And we were over 100
Being the followers of the one who led

(Next, next)

I was still 20
When my innocense was revealed
In a mobile brothel of an army
In the field

(Next, next)

Maybe I would have liked
A little touch of tenderness
Maybe a word
Or maybe a caress
But no

(Next, next)

It was not Waterloo
And it was not Arcole
It was the moment
When I regreted missing school

(Next, next)

But i swear on hearing that sergeant
Who was not worth tuppens
It was a dirty trick that
? made his armies of impotence

(Next, next)

I swear by the head
Of my first bout of syphillis
It's that voice
That voice that sticks
Like a fist

(Next, next)

That voice that stinks of garlic
Foul drink and crud
It's the voice of nations
And the voice of blood

(Next, next)

And since then
Each woman in the heat
Of succuming in my skinny arms
Seems to be murmering
Next, next
Next deary, next sonny

All the followers of the world
Would hold each others hand
For in my delerium, well I scream and demand
He's next....well I'm not delerious
I act as a reasoner
Say, it's more humiliating to be the followed
Than the follower

(Next, next, next, next)

One day I'll cut my legs off
Or even become a nun
I'll hang anything
So long as I'm not anyone
Never to be next
Never to be next
Never to be next
Next, next
Please don't pick me next
Never to be next
I want never...never...never....never....never....never to be next


. . .



My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her
And the passing time
My death waits like a desperate truth
At the funeral of my youth
We pray for that
And the passing time

My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as all love is bright
Who loves for us
Amd the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
You know, there's nothing left to do
Angel or devil, Idon't care
For in front of that door
There is you

My death waits beneath my pillow
To catch my sleep in endless tableau
So lets freeze
The passing time

My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Let's drink to that
And the passing time

My death waits in your arms
Your thighs
Your soothing fingers will
Close my eyes
But let's not talk about
The passing time

But whatever is behind the door
And whoever waits for me
Angel or devil
I don't care
For in front of that door
You will be

My death waits among the fallen leaves
At my coffin where they greive
And now lets nail the passing time

My death waits among the rows
Where the blackest shadow goes
Let's cast blooms upon the passing time

My death waits in a double bed
Sands of oblivion at my head
Pull up the sheets against
The passing time

But whatever is behind the door
You know there's nothing much to do
Angel or devil
I dont care
For in front of that door
There is you


. . .


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