1.Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores
Writer(s)：John Cale
(john cale)
Virgin Mary was tired
So tired
Tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints
They came from next door
And a bewildered stream of chatter
From all sorts of
All sorts of
Untidy whores
Came from next door
Came from next door
But some men are chosen from the rest
But their disappointment runs with their guests
Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden
But their choice don't seem to matter
They got swollen breasts and lips that putter
And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter
Is just a little parasitic scream of whores
Screaming whores
In the rosegarden funeral of sores
Virgin Mary was tired
So tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints
In the
In the
Rosegarden
Rosegarden funeral of sores
2.Poison Pen
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk
From my last cold-turkey attack
I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
The can or sterno red
I wait
And I wait
Spread-eagled
Half dead
Waiting for my man
(x8)
I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall
For the black man's stacatto knock knocking
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Off my back
Off my back
Off my back
3.Telegram Sam
Writer(s)：Marc Bolan
(marc bolan)
Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam
You're my main man
Golden nose slim
Golden nose slim
I know's where you been
Purple pie Pete
Purple pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning
Girls melt in the heat
Telegram Sam
You're my main man
(x2)
Bobby's alright
Bobby's alright
He's a natural-born poet
He's just outta sight
Jungle-faced Jake
Jungle-faced Jake
I say make no mistake
About Jungle-faced Jake
Automatic shoes
Automatic shoes
Give me 3-D vision
And the California blues
Me I funk
But I don't care
I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam
I'm a howlin' wolf for you
4.Ziggy Stardust
Writer(s)：David Bowie
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
I had to break up the band
Now Ziggy played guitar
5.Dark Entries
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
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 seething pressure lines
About coming of death, intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what was right-AH!
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 those avenues 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-OVE!
He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues
Gyrating through some lonesome devils row
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
Of walking money checks possessing holes
He often sleekly offers his services
Exploitation of his finer years
Work with loosely woven fabrics of lonely office clerks
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye
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 those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
Dark Entries
6.Scopes
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Scopes
Scopes
Scopes
Scopes
Galvanascope
Hydroscope
Electroscope
Polemescope
Telescope
Microscope
Polariscope
Sizemoscope
Periscope
Stethoscope
Kaleidoscope
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
7.The Sanity Assassin
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
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
8.Spirit
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings
I wear a coat of drums
And dance upon your eyes
Turn the tables upside down
Change the lows to highs
Change the lows to highs
I fill you up with butterflies
Crown the heads of kings
Be glad of first night nerves
For fear gives courage wings
Fear gives courage wings
If I am on the sidelines
Chances are you'll miss
Wait alone and spotlit
For Doctor Theatre's kiss
The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
Throw your body overboard
The spotlight doesn't last
The spotlight doesn't last
I could be with you
Or waiting in the wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings
I may tap you on the shoulder
And whisper 'go' in red
Strip your feet of lead my friend
Strip your feet of lead
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
We love our audience repeat
9.Lagartija Nick
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Move his way
Nice and Slow
Paint it all black
Let the humorous glow
He feels like sacher-masoch
And the fire below
Is licking at his lips
Cracks the whip
Come on crack
Crack the whip
Swallowing flames
Sinking in the snow
He enjoys feeling pain
He enjoys peeling slow
Lagartija Nick
It's no dumb show
Your name's on his whip
Crack the whip
Come on crack
A code of play
A nocturn rite
In the cruel garden of dark delights
Sixteen cages crawl in line
Desire is a heady wine
Come on crack
Crack
All in pain
It's no dumb show
Fire below
Is licking at his lips
Swallowing flame
Crack
10.Earwax
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance
Nine lives on the spirits
'Til the desert suns prevail
In every scream eternal
Locks out boredom forever
Paints your fishes black
It's so exciting
Separate hearts
Midnight
Midnight close
Almost crying
Underneath the vine
Fly like the jet
The tan and white
Evening
I hear whistling
In my ear wax
Seven shapes
Black
11.Watch That Grandad Go
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
I'm sitting tight
I'm holding still
The flowers bite
The cobweb's still
We walk in file
We stand in line
The drug is in
Since you've been so lonely
Pain will cease to tease you
Scars may not be ugly
A doll's leg fits around you
Why is everybody burning sky
Misfit plug and chicken pie
Walk in file and dance in line
Straightedge tango sequins shine
The ground is steady
The stiff is stiff
The cobweb's torn
The tide is tired
You're so alone
You're so awake
You wish you'd never been awake
The knock goes off and the knock goes out
The city spills
The sickness fills
When the night gets tough
You wish you'd never been so so so skinny
(walk in line dance in file)
Sicking all night and working all day
Spin with fright when you're finding no way
And the drums get dark in night or day
Sicking all night and working all day
See my grandad go...
(walk in line dance in file)
Walk and dance in single file
Right up to the bread in here
Couldn't find the bread in there
We couldn't find the bread
And we couldn't find the heart
And we worked so hard
We worked so heartbeat
If I look up there
If I look a fool
If I look up there
If I look a fool
Jack went up the
Jack came down the
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
Jack came flying down the still
Jack what're you doing Jack？
I don't know - I'm back!
Oh no!
I told you not to put on those trousers
Don't put on the trousers, don't put on the trousers
Your dress is too starched
It's too starched
You got a high class face today
You ought to have used nailpolish
Lights out fast and sleep at night
Lights out fast and sleep at night
Turn the light out
Get into bed
Cover yourself up
Your head
Your head
Your head
Your head!
12.Third Uncle(Single Edit)
Writer(s)：Brian Eno, Brian Roy Turrington
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
13.Terror Couple Kill Colonel
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
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
14.In Fear Of Dub
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
15.Kick In The Eye(Remix Single Version)
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
16.She's In Parties(Single Edit)
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
17.Crowds
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
18.Paranoia, Paranoia
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
19.Spirit In The Sky
Writer(s)：Norman Greenbaum
20.Bela Lugosi's Dead(Tomb Raider Mix)
Writer(s)：Daniel Ash, David J, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
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