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bauhaus - she s in parties
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks
The graveyard scene
The golden years
She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)
Freeze frame screen kiss
Hot heads under silent wigs
Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor
Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door
She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and drinks
Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights and power
It's patently obvious
She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)
Hot lines under a rain of drum
Cigarette props in action
Dialogue dub, now heres the rub
She's acting her reaction
She's in parties
It's in the can
bauhaus - kingdom s coming
Madness in the wind's got something to say
It ripped you apart
It will always be that way
It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos
Will cut to pieces
The film you saw today
It's your big bad secret
Your crown of thorns
bauhaus - bela lugosi s dead
White on white translucent black capes
back on the back
bela lugosi's dead
the bats have left the bell tower
the victims have been bled
red velvet lines the black box
bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead
the virginal brides file past his tomb
strewn with time's dead flowers
bereft in deathly bloom
alone in a darkened room
the count bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead
oh bela
bela's undead
bauhaus - burning from the inside
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore
There is no choice, we make the point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
bauhaus - rosegarden funeral of sores
(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
bauhaus - the passenger
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come
Out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks
So good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my
Window so bright
I see the stars
Come out tonight
I see the bright
And hollow sky
Over the city's
Ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight
chorus
Singing la la la la
La-la-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la-la
La la la la
La-la-la-la
La la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and
Hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine
So bright
Stars made for us tonight
O the passenger
How how he rides
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the sign and
Hollow sky
He sees the stars
Come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made
For you and me
All of it was made for
You and me - 'cause it
Just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and
See what's mine
chorus
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window inside
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright
Hollow sky
He sees the city
Sleep at night
He sees the stars
Come out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride
And ride and ride
chorus
bauhaus - the lady in the radiator song
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
You've got your good things, and I've got mine
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
In Heaven, everything is fine
You've got your good things, and you've got mine
In Heaven everything is fine
bauhaus - dancing
Dancing on hot tiles
Dancing on tender hooks
Dancing down church aisles
Dancing on holy books
Dancing on crocodiles
Dancing on hallowed ground
Dancing Nyjinsky style
Dancing with the lost and found
Dancing on rock 'n roll's grave
Dancing on burning coals
Dancing on "Jesus Saves"
Dancing with old scratch soul
Dancing on flick knives
Dancing a stiletto groove
Dancing our nine lives away
Dancing in the Louvre
Dancing in catacombs
Dancing in tuxedo drag
Dancing in dark rooms
Dancing on all your flags
Dancing in the Vatican
Dancing on the papal gown
Dancing on the taxman
Dancing on the crown
We're dancing to the dark side of this tune
bauhaus - the passion of lovers
She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather
And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground
Chorus:
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
(chorus)
She breaks her hear
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter
(chorus 3x)
The passion of lovers is for death said she
bauhaus - 1 david jay 2 peter murphy 3 kevin haskins 4 danie
1. david jay
She blamed him for stoking up controversy
In a dreamworld
It's a long way down from heaven's gate
In the absence of a jury
The case continues
White lies
Seal his bitter fate
The case continues
2. peter murphy
Take a fish
And a potato
Hold the fish
And the potato
In your hand
In your hand
Put the potato
In the fish
Make it digest it
Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up
Smash it up
This is how you make fishcakes
This is how one makes fishcakes
Smash it up
Poke it up
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
Put it down the fish
Put it down the fish
Throw it against the wall
Stamp on the fish
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
Throw it on the wall
Smash it on the wall
Throw it on the wall
Smash it on the wall
Fishcakes
Fishcakes
3. kevin haskins
Do you always keep drumsticks on the piano?
Take it easy
Avoid risks
And if possible, stay at home
Not only is trouble very difficult
But your are advised of staying off ladders
For there may be the danger of performance
There is a lot of stress and strain
Both at work, and at home
But we know
Tomorrow is another day
4. daniel ash
Naturally enough
The others have been doing their utmost to match this
Performance
This is something people get when they continually
Drink whiskey
I can't drink
I hardly eat these days
bauhaus - ziggy stardust
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
We had to break up the band
Now Ziggy played guitar
bauhaus - a god in an alcove
Go and look for the dejected once proud
Idol remembered in stone aloud
Then on coins his face was mirrored
Take a look it soon hath slithered
To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad
His nourishment extract from his subjects
That mass production profile
He's a God- in- in an alcove
Once he spread the rain
So they dreamt in vain
Once he spread the wheat
Had made garlands for his feet
Until the lily poet of our times
Horizoned on the line
Love became the in theme then
Opposing fakers thrice by ten
Don't perceive his empty plea
That redundant effigy
He's a God- in- in an alcove
Take in view his empty stool
What's left is satin cool
Clawing adornment for his crimes
They saw they had to draw the line
So they sent him far away
So they sent him far away
To a little alcove
To a little alcove
All alone
He's a God, a God
Now I am silly
Now I am silly
Silly, silly, silly, silly
Silly
bauhaus - stigmata martyr
In a crucifiction ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony
Stigmata bleed continuously
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me
Stigmata oh you sordid sight
Stigmata in your splintered plight
Look into your crimson orifice
In holy remembrance
In scarlet bliss
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Father, son, and holy ghost
Stigmata Martyr
bauhaus - double dare
I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame
The pangs of dark delight
Don't cower in night fright
Don't back away just yet
From destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
I dare you to speak of your despise
For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars
I dare
I dare
bauhaus - scopes
Scopes
Scopes
Scopes
Scopes
Electroscope
Galvanascope
Hydroscope
Polemescope
Telescope
Microscope
Seizmoscope
Periscope
Polariscope
Kaleidoscope
Stethoscope
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
The twenty scopes
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