1.Script For A Jesters Tear
So here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Too late to play, the game is over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
Too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with a twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow
I never did write that love song
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection
Did i gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and
cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why？
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears,
The script for tears
So i'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame, the mute that sang the siren's song
Has gone solo in the game, i've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me
2.He Knows You Know
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listen to the priest at the
Confession when he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know
But he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... slash wrists, scarlet fever
Crawl under your bedroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems
Through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach
You've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's
Questions when you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panes
You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist
chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked
With father listen to the lies he fed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know he's got experience
He's got experience, he knows you know
He knows you know
3.The Web
The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment to rectify the
confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement, i'm the soul without the cause,
Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors,
Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass,
Meaningless words, yellowed by time,
Faded photos exposing pain, celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
Christ, you've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful
dice
Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud will not suffice
And thus begins the web
Attempting to discard these clinging memories,
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses,
It's strands i hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last, oh please do last
The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their
call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone,
I kiss isolation on its fevered brow
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friend have qualified
I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry, but even
jesters cry
I realise i hold the key to freedom,
Oh i cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions, the changes have to be made
I realise i hold the key to freedom,
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions, the changes have to be made
Now i leave you, the past does have its say
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made, they've been made, they've been made
Decisions have been made
I've conquered my fears, all my fears
The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud
Thus ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web.
4.Garden Party
Garden party held today, invites call the debs to play,
Social climbers polish ladders,
Wayward sons again have fathers,
'hello, dad!', 'hello, dad!'
Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers,
Rudely wakened from their slumbers
Time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still cam
waters,
It's a slaughter, it's a slaughter
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by strauss
They sulk in crumbling eaves again, oh god not again!
Aperitifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass
Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting chaucer
Doctor's son, a parson's daughter where, why not and should they
oughta
Please don't lie upon the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
May i be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello, perhaps suggest
othello
Punting on the cam is jolly fun they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say
Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say, they say, good god
they say
I'm punting, i'm beagling, i'm wining, reclining, i'm rucking,
i'm fucking, so welcome, it's a party
Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash, posers pose, pressmen flash,
Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to royal arms,
Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds
Oh what a crowd
Oh, punting on the cam, oh please do come they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say
Garden party held today they say, oh please do come,
Oh please do come, they say.
5.Chelsea Monday
Evening standard：late one!
Evening standard：late one!...
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white capri
Dynamic young tarzan courts the bedsit queen
She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another chelsea monday, chelsea monday.
Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of london,
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause,
To chelsea monday
She'll pray for endless sundays as she enters saffron sunsets
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn,
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the st. tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose,
Of chelsea monday, sweet chelsea monday
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another chelsea monday, sweet chelsea
monday
(spoken：) hello john, did you see the standard about four hours
ago？
Fished a young chick out of the old father
Blond hair, blue eyes
She said she wanted to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going
Funny thing was she had a smile on her face
She was smiling
What a waste!
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town,
Of chelsea monday
6.Forgotten Sons
Armalite, street lights, night-sights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, he'll kill you
For long-forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill stream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flak-rags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, love's end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a saracen's hull
From the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
And so i patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolor
I must fear evil for i am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless
Faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of whitehall
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In their guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not
Into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass
Against you, for whose is the kingdom？
The power and the glory, forever and ever
Amen
Halt who goes there？
Death
Approach.... friend
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
Where the children's stony glances mourn your death
In a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alleys sing with shrapnel, dance in a temporary hell
Forgotten sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember monday's signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns your unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten sons
Forgotten sons
Ring o' roses, they all fall down
Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child
Just another forgotten son
7.Market Square Heroes
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkways
I realised it's time to plan the day, the day, the day, the day,
the day, the day, the day
I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause i'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street
pulse
Are you following me, are you following me？
Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide our silent steeples
Cause i'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause i'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street
pulse
Are you following me, are you following me？
Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me
I am your antichrist (are you following me？)
Show me allegiance (are you following me？)
I am your antichrist (are you following me？)
Pledge to me defiance (are you following me？)
Suffer my pretty warriors (are you following me？)
Suffer my fallen child (are you following me？)
The time has come to conquer and i'll provide your end.
We march.
I give peace signs when i wage war in the disco
I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze.
Cause i'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause i'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street
pulse
Are you following me, are you following me？
Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me
I'm the market square hero, i'm the market square hero
We are market square heroes, to be market square heroes
8.Grendel
1) heorot's plea and grendel's awakening.
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk,
Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as grendel stalks
the night
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The shaper's song no longer heal the fear
Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea
Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams
They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in
shame
They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in grendel's
name
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The shaper's song no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, (their eyes)
As grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
Along the forest path he roams to hrothgar's hall so clear
He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky
As grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
Along the forest path he roams to hrothgar's hall so clear
He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood, as moonbeams haunt the
sky
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The shaper's song no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, (their eyes)
2) grendel's journey.
Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew
Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through
Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream
As alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams
The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp
Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart
3) lurker at the threshold.
Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell
Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell
Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife
Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries
Screams are his music, lightning his guide
Raping the darkness, d-d-death by his side
Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams
Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene
Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe
Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know
Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave
Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares
not for the brave
4) finale.
So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out？
You should have known better after all this time
You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander
With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes
Why should i feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame
God's on my side, sure as hell, i'm gonna take no blame
I'm gonna take no blame, i'm gonna take no blame
So you say you believe in all of mother nature's laws
You lust for gold with your sharpened knives
Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot
You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of our pagan
gods
Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand
You call for justice and distort the truth
Well i've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches
Receive your punishment, expose your throats to my righteous
claws
And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow,
flow.
9.Charting The Single
Yeah!
Slow french kissing with the dauphin's daughter
If i fall in love now i'll be floating in seine
Plastered in paris i've had an eiffel
Gonna make my escape on the midnight train -
Choo, choo to you - choo, choo to you - charting the single
Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday
Sniff round a fraulein when i'm scent to cologne
All night hotel liebling make your mark
Let sugar daddy melt in his home
Sweet home
Home is where the heart lies,
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home？
Get a pizza the action when i romeo again
Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine
Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade
Wedding rings, i know when venice time,
Venice time to chart the single, to chart the single
Charting the single, charting the single
The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market
Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey,
Before the blond hairs turn to grey
I like to train, express myself in the universal language
Ego on my face in the nicest possible way
It's absolutely the nicest possible way
Charting the single
I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name
I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game, charting the
single
It's a solo performance on a one way street
You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet
Charting, charting, charting, charting the single
Yeah, yeah, charting the single
Yeah, yeah, charting the single
Charting, ouh, charting, ouh charting, ouh, charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, i'm charting the single
Charting, charting, i'm charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, charting
Charting the single, charting the single
Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies,
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home？
Where is home？ - charting the single
10.Three Boats Down From The Candy
Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit
beach
Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the
deepest sleep
Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses
preach
It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer
Don't think crying wolf will give you the answer
You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss
But can't you just play for experience？
I'm a poet, i'm a poet, i'm a minstrel, i'm a minstrel, i don't
need your chains
Romance lies in ruin let debauchery reign, let it rain.
Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs
Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries
You're a memory trapped on polaroid, a puppet drawn on celluloid
So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent
void
Three boats down from the candy, i'll remember you
Three boats down from the candy, much too much to lose
Three boats down from the candy, those words were never true
Three boats down from the candy, i'll remember you, i'll
remember you,
I'll remember you
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