1. Mad Hayley (10:01)
Not dream to act But act, just games, to dream Save us from tolerance that is really inertia and disillusion. It is true that tomorrow is yesterday again Nine and three quarter times out of ten That's more than enough for likes of you So what's the fussing? There's nothing you can do Construct illusions, Family, friends, avoid confronting. Cuddling fantasies, that are not truth, And believe; if you believe, if you really believe, it really might come true Save us from a tolerance that is inertia and disillusion These assets you amass can not be sold, there profits not repatriated. Local money round and round, One teeny tint tear filled country, an empire that's never joining up So someone rushes in When or where children slumber sound Asleep in everyone, though may wish otherwise; That the mechanic fantastic were reality, Or realities undercover not so enticingly animal. Then escape the psychiatric kindness of concern and care The tolerance that is inertia and disillusion. Sure you might be slightly crazy Hayley, 's part of your charm Mad Hayley, Bad Carley in town. 'Bove plucked, drawn brows, Tight sculpted hair your cuckold horns. B'low eyes suck you into Where, what they wear how they shape their hair Tames the raging bullman Ha ha, Mad 'ayley 'n' Bad Carley back in town Rage, claw, screech your fingernails Leave trickles, spotting blood You sound delicious Spit open, thick dark dribblings of their minds Request photos, of their feet, their legs and bottom Mutton in underwear, preferably naked, Announce to indifferent you are different, worth notice Only sent ones of our faces Said he wanted sit on 'em Wild we was, playing, grown underneath, We wanted saved, little ability, moderately well endowed Sensation or commerce Cranks life into romantic mystery. Hearing voices over Only whores are kissing boys Has to be true, how could deny't? They were whores, how it excited do it, do it to me Him, his dyed black jet black, 'piercing eyes 'n' gueetar That noosed 'is neck sure looked good too. Curious, you know, with the blackened, grimy plaster An' increased height from crushing cans encased beneath his foot soles What does that mean? So told 'em. They was ter-ri-fied. The way was talking, seemed intending On this being an actual. Save us. Save us from Intolerance, save us from inertia, save us from disillusion. Yes safe, saved, boxed away, inside after Gretchen seventeen, Thirteen sister Wendy Fizz and fifteen Marilyn, He's bursting bleeding bloody bargain Pulsating dreams fantastic Passionate, not jack-inna-box Pandora t'spew reality Soiling schoolgirl fantasy Sour school, curdled work, clotted life A mess hedonistic Nothing much of love, just promises Everything goes, never kept, in the carefully picked over ledger, dreams sentimental Photographs no longer harmful No point now in lurking furtive, seedy shops and cinemas. All normal, no shame yes tame What they're doing, why they're doing, doing it, doing what there s'posed to. Whores? polished, barbaric, hateful, exquisite? Arousing chemicals in a man, bewitching, Ball ache, charms once thought venereal, Like flower, what's left, fades away In games of super balling Super S and M, super sacrifice of super Satanism The stricken everyman, an everybody, The bloody nobody, bleeding doomed or dammed, demeaned In splendid imagination Twinkling, twinkling world where looks and cleavage matter, Remains forever pouting. See, no lurking now. See, all so normal and same Old fantastic tale of make believe When isn't numbing; funny Hearing over and over Only whores kiss boys, let alone the photos It had to be true Could deny it? A whore. What ability but well endowed? Turn this life romantic? Mystery? Nothing romantic 'bout most o' this life Caught where looks and cleavage matter, pouting teenager on internet Won't be long before they all the way A sleekly glide a lubricated ride through dishonest No effort, 'cept spread and pose Grown, made up, sexed up mummy clothes But wild as was, little girls playing, grown-ups underneath, We wanted to be saved We wanted to be saved That's nice, nice the way they spread, hold their thighs Love their naughty sultry smiles Love the way they spread their toes So suggestive So bored, do more Voices, voices over, over Telling of whores kissed boys It had to be true How could deny it? A whore. Naked. Nude. Pulled 'part. As soon as breasts began to bud and her cunt to drip There they were; what are the names of Gods of power and jealousy? Ravaged then between these opposites: jealousies and infatuation. Depravity and Fascination. His? Her? demands. But wild as was, a Little playing grown up, I wanted to be saved, polished and barbaric, hateful and exquisite, the frenzy of sparkle light on and through cut glass, it changes picks up, or drops like the knickers, colours, the light, you know? Physics? picked up wrapped up thick pile velvet, red like fresh cut. The pact sealed, the wax hardens on the exchange of fluids. No escaping now my precious stone inert in your pretty box snapped shut. 2 Geek (2:11)
Like creatures you disgust join semen on the floor See semen on floor sniffin' rolling geek Rock 'n' rolling Geek sniffing blood that creeps Licky fingers gusto doing wears an act, greasy paint, Ratty wig, an' dirty underwear. Disgusting his sodden self The rock 'n' rolling Geek Announces to indifferent, sniffle-snuffles, that's his charm Not letting even all this crosses even his line First there's semen on the floor, gonna conjure up tonight Drinking piss and dripping wax Brings delusion into sight See semen on the floor, through misty burning gum appear Twirl the chant, hum hum hum Here's what you'll wear Capt' Marvell cape and cod piece Looks more like an Elvis Misfortune never know This, the bad taste that is terminal Apply a special lipstick Confectioner's mascara Flesh revealing perfume. Red rain upon the tarmac lacquers up the fingers. Ill-fit shoes trap then trip, talk, talk, blubber baby talk A glamorous game but really only slightly strange, Giving little indication of how genuinely weirdy you've become So him and you, join together In this fantasy world Where everything is true And good and nice Not bursting fitting Lace and buckles Twist and turn the sexual sneer Leer at window Into your private world A public stage Where misfits stay around not for money, Wages nor from loved, but to be loved wanted however lowly needed Reality that swallows dreams an' empires Plays with virgin paps, full milk that can be, and will be, exploited Bares, are bared, to bore into Suck dry the fresh just leave the fat The assets you and he amass, expose, can not be sold, Existing only in carefully managed accounts The overworked dreams That leave you cross-eyed. 3. Rock 'n' Roll Darkness (15:16)
Erratum: The printed booklet accompanying the CD contains the line "But Bill's baby, s'no fun now" (5th stanza) which should read "But bills baby, s'no fun now". Gazed, not yet eyeless, into Rock 'n' Roll Darkness His dyed black hair, piercing pupil in something coloured iris Guitar strung 'round his neck He looked so good to Gretchen Fizz, nearly thirteen-year-old sister Wendy And Marilyn Roe fifteen, Curious, wears blackened plaster 'cross his nose Increases height, stuffs squashed cans into, inside boots Beady pearls his sweat, already dead Hung, drawn steady, throbbed, Gretchen she sixteen knew, sister Wendy and Marilyn did too Stupid? I guess you think you're groovy Everything'll work out fine Sure. You know. Guess you think you shine She was young and stupid Say's that it's alright But bills baby, s'no fun now Sitting on a sixty-nine Cramped up rubbed upt' peers tight All doing, doing it, doing what supposed to. But say, say 's-alright, little sweetheart whisper it'll be alright This ain't going where s'posed to I just say I told you Don't try, don't tell me how I can't use. . . it, just stupid Just doing, not starting, just ending Playing the part. Fascinating, just plain stupid cupid So she prays tell me it's alright, soothe me day and night Stroke away dew droplet Hair matted, netted back through, out the sea Just fate Like this and that Doing it, doing it He's outta sight, except tonight, It's gonna be alright I say a body's judged by done Face facts You're in no movie baby, nor no disco Put up, curl up, carry your load Where the bus is going you'll never know Chorus sing me it's alright soothe me day and all my nights From the foaming sea Pandora's descending to Earth with mercury Sinking going, flap in murky gore Where you're, what you're. . . well now sweetie, is perverse This, my commitment, a comment then, to your doomed enterprise. Assets, amassed, existing carefully managed accounts or in dreams of. . . and the murk, the mud has some way of swallowing, gulping dreams the empires of. . . outsiders Diminutive, elfin, boyish then, Wipe a tear young, passing, friendless, crawling bar to bedroom, Not freedom, stockings tearing, Hypodermic sticking Descending, awaking morning, shotgun by the side Riding not the bus, the sixty-nine, a rolling tumbling stallion That ain't no dead man in my bed she sang, sweating Rock 'n' Roll Darkness He told me. I was terrified. The way was talking, Intending this being actual, you know. . . Really gonna, you know. . . happen Flipped, like a tail, took a trip Galloping catching mare Left behind Gretchen, sister Wendy and Marilyn Bodies partial nude and broken not sobbing Not dieing, dead Recorded, on a retina, the face of someone The look of something that just dies Or kills. Whose eyes, no longer wet, deceive. Holds fat candle guttering Climbing stairs like up to heaven Or down into the wishing well A Cowboy 'cross a desert galloping Farewell sweet Gretchen and you Wendy Not ignore soft Marylin too I sing you simple tune The sky gone dark A night descends No more can be your date Time has come Gretchen no longer sweetly Nor you Wendy thirteen As if would forget you young bud fifteen Your ladders, hypodermic sticking out Descending in a drug, awaking morning, Find only human in a bed, Shotgun by the side Hard and rolling she comes a clinging Riding rocking stallion. | |