1.Assassing
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare
Who gouged the notches in the family tree
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
(assassin, my friend.)
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervour
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered
diction
My friend, your friend, the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone
Parading a hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash-till ring of success
A non-com observer, i assassin, the collector... defector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And i emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway
My friend？
2.Punch And Judy
Washing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a
beauty queen
Punch and judy, judy, judy
Found our nest in the daily express, met the vicar in a holy
vest
Punch and judy, punch and judy
Brought up the children, church of e, now i vegetate with a
color tv
Worst ever thing that happened to me, oh for d-i-v-o-r-c-e
Oh judy
Whatever happened to pillow fights？
Whatever happened to jeans so tight？ friday nights？
Whatever happened to lover's lane？
Whatever happened to passion games？ sunday walks in the pouring
rain？
Punch, punch, punch and judy
Punch, punch, punch
Curling tongs, mogadons
I got a headache baby, don't take so long
Single beds, middle age dread, losing the war in the waistlands
spread
Who left the cap off the toothpaste tube, who forgot to flush
the loo？
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor.
Oh judy
Whatever happened to morning smiles？
Whatever happened to wicked wiles？ permissive styles？
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes？
Whatever happened to hard fast drives？ compliments on unnatural
size？
Punch, punch, punch and judy
Punch, punch, punch
Propping up a bar, family car, sweating out a mortgage as a
balding clerk
Punch and judy
World war three, suburbanshee, just slip her these pills and
i'll be free
No more judy, judy, judy no more
3.Jigsaw
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece
We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework
We are siamese children related by the heart
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation
Holding the word-scalpels on trembling lips
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
The problems always seem to be
We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet
Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies
Forever repatriated on guilt-laden morning planes
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
To another summit conference, another breakfast-time divorce
Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
The problems always seem to be
We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet
Are we trigger happy？ russian roulette in the waiting room
Empty chambers embracing the end
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon
Dream coins for the fountain, or to cover your eyes
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries
Sensed the smoke advancing from horizons
You must have known that i was planning an escape
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
The problems always seem to be
We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet
4.Emerald Lies
To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent
As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of
the whore
I am the harlequin, with diamonded costume dripping shades of
green
I am the harlequin, sense strangers violate my sanctuary, prowl
my dreams
Plundering your diaries, i'll steal your thoughts - innocence
Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots - innocence
To don the robes of torquemada, to resurrect the inquisition
And in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions
Within questions within questions
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the silk-cut haze to the smeared mascara
A forty-watt sun on a courtroom drama
And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono
Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum
And accusation's moths that circle around the light
Char their wings in spiral senseless, suicidal flight
Pack our world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace
And dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
5.She Chameleon
Sheltering her ego on the edge of the floodlight's arc
She'll contemplate seduction, calculate the catch
When she moved her presence speared me
When she spoke her words ensnared me
Watch the lizard, watch the lizard
Watch the lizard with the crimson veil.
She crucified my heart in the depths of a satin grave
As i lay in sweating monologue i sensed the lovelight fade
Within the spiral of the cigarette
You betrayed your bedside etiquette
I saw the lizard, i saw the lizard
I touched the lizard with the crimson veil
I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before
Smilng she-chameleons, smiling vinyl whores
They know what they want, they sing your name and glide between
the sheets
I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet
Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn
Betrayed upon a lizard's bed.
We chameleon, we chameleon, we
6.Incubus
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion
Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead
Perfumed shift, within the stammering silence
The face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career
You've played this scene before, you've played this scene before
I, the mote in your eye,
I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, reaction
The darkroom unleashes imagination, in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable
Constant in the darkness, in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would only be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk
I've played, this scene before, i've played, this scene before
I, the mote in your eye,
I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, satisfaction
You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the
stairs
The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of
yesteryear
Who, as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity
You, who i directed with a lover's will, you who i let hypnotize
the lens
You who i let bathe in the spotlight's glare
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
Just like a greasepaint mask
But now i'm the snake in the grass
The ghost of film reels past
The producer of your nightmare
And the performance has just begun, its just begun
Begun, its just begun
Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter, paralyzed, with rabbit's eyes
Searing the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
My cue line in the last act, and you'll wait in silent solitude
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the
prompt.
You've played this scene before
7.Fugazi
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in my private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real
Drowning in the liquid seize on the piccadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition
The albatross courtship marrytime tradition
Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck
From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable ties
While i'm cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real
The thief of baghdad hides in islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
This magdalene contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat
A son of the swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed
wire hedges
This is brixton chess
A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease-stained roll-call
Linger with the heartburn of good friday's last supper
Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows
Decriminalized genocide, provided door-to-door belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite-infested heavens
Waiting, the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane
Do you realise, do you realise, do you realise
This world is totally fugazi
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries
Where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental
mercenary？
8.Cinderella Search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet
Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection
Five senses down and reeling on the cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim
Conversation needs translation
Three dimensions down dissolving on the cinderella search,
Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone,
Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a
cigarette city
Only courting the homing of direction on the cinderella search,
Cinderella search
But the samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken,
Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of
life
Resurrection in a trance, the model, the grail, in a marquee of
promises
I touched the dream, i hold the dream, i have the dream
To end the cinderella search, cinderella search, oh no more, no
more
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension
Awaiting development with paranoid polaroid eyes, polaroid eyes
The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave a palace for a bed-sit
And canterbury tales, canterbury tales？
Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase
Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing
safe
But was that love in your eye i saw or the reflection of mine？
I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time.
Give me time, won't you give me that time
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
I always use the cue sheets but never the nets
Always the cue sheets but never the nets,
Never the nets, never the nets,
Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless,
nevertheless...
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