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Billy was a car crash - all he ever knew was pain. Lived a milli-milli-
milli-second; never born again. Though no one saw him coming, plenty
witnessed his remains - laid a wreath yet they never knew him... Me? I'm
just the rain, laid poor Billy to eternal rest, eternal rust. I soaked the
dust that covers him, I wait for all the others. They all have names...
Red Harry was a bright young spark that flew and burned old London Town in
'66. He flew to bits. He tore it down (bubonic bliss!). And me? I'm just
the kiss our maker blew to put him out. To eternal rest. Eternal rust. To

A Velvet Resurrection

I want to believe in the nobility of the human spirit. I want to believe that mankind is essentially good and that the horror I see and the horrors I hear about are simply the last crisis of a dying spectre that has haunted our fragile globe for just too long. I want to believe that we are about to peel off the mask with which this spiteful god has been frightening us. I want to believe that we will not dance on his defeated rotting body for that would grant him victory in death. I want to believe that we will peel away the masks with which we frighten each other. I want to believe that no new spectre will replace the one that died and that we can stand alone and respect one another, love one another, respect and cherish life in all its shapes and sizes while continuing to evolve. I want to believe that mankind will never be too arrogant to abandon its quest for the ultimate answer. I want to believe that this ultimate answer will need the simple question. I want to believe that even I could answer this question. I want to believe all of these things. I want to believe all of these things and more. But you caught me at a bad moment and I can't.

Бархатное воскресение

Я хочу верить в благородство человеческого духа. Я хочу верить в то, что человечество по сути своей доброе и что тот ужас, что я вижу и о котором слышу – просто последний кризис умирающего призрака, который преследовал наш хрупкий шар уже слишком долго. Я хочу верить, что мы скоро сорвем маску, которой этот злорадный бог пугал нас. Я хочу верить в то, что мы не будем танцевать на его поверженном гниющем трупе, потому что это бы дало ему победу над смертью. Я хочу верить что мы снимем маски, которыми пугали друг друга. Я хочу верить в то, что новый призрак не заменит этого умершего, и мы сможем отделить себя от толпы и уважать друг друга, любить друг друга, уважать жизнь и дорожить ею во всех ее формах и проявлениях, продолжающих свое развитие. Я хочу верить в то, что человечество не будет слишком высокомерно и оставит свои поиски вечного ответа. Я хочу верить в то, что этот вечный ответ потребует простого вопроса. Я хочу верить в то, чтобы даже я смог бы на него ответить. Я хочу верить во все это. Я хочу верить во все это и больше того. Но не могу - вы застали меня в неподходящий момент…

Andromeda Suite

Take this cup, dissolve with me. Tonight s a one way voyage through your mind where all the doors are open wide, where everything s exposed... Kill all fear. Take this and sign along the dotted line. Free yourself. No possessions! Imagine there s no heaven. It s a long way to Andromeda, I m sure we’ll marry in the spring. Tell me doctor, what exactly is the problem? Do I not behave according to the pattern on your wall? Do I push all your parameters, am I unfit for your box? Tell me doc... do you have the perfect cure? Will you shower me with green ones, red ones and yellow ones? Is the answer in a spike, or with a rusty knife or in that place they call heaven ? Ah... no need to send me flowers, I’ve got gardens where I go walking with my wife. Though I haven t met her yet, I know she s coming, because she sends me messages... Lots of messages. It s a long way to Andromeda but we’ll marry in the spring. It s a long way to Andromeda, I m sure we ll marry in the spring.

Сюита Андромеды

Прими эту чашу, растворись со мной. Сегодня ночью состоится безвозвратное путешествие сквозь твой разум, где все двери открыты настежь, где все на виду... Избавься от страха. Возьми это и подпишись над пунктирной линией. Освободись. Никакой собственности! Представь, что рая нет. Как далек путь до Андромеды, но я знаю, мы поженимся этой весной. Скажите мне, доктор, в чем дело? Мое поведение отклоняется от образца, что у вас на стене? Я превышаю ваши параметры? Я не лезу в вашу коробку? Скажите мне, док... у вас есть абсолютное лекарство? Вы обольете меня зелеными, красными и желтыми? Где ответ - в гвозде, в ржавом ноже, или в том месте, что называют раем? Не надо присылать мне цветы, у меня есть свои сады, я гуляю там с женой. Хотя я ее еще не встретил, но знаю, она на подходе: она шлет мне записки... кучу записок. Как далек путь до Андромеды, но мы поженимся весной. Как далек путь до Андромеды, я знаю точно– мы поженимся весной.

Belladonna. Sea blue marshmallow eyes. Belladonna sees you - it's just a disguise. She sees nothing but grey. Belladonna. Ice cool, shaken not stirred. Belladonna. Whisper only the word and she would wash the day away... And as I faded through the years, she found an answer to the tears. It wasn't wise, but no, no humble mortal ever matched those eyes.

Belladonna - pretty name for a slave. Belladonna. Starburst - shouts from the grave "I'll remember our dawn."

They scorched the earth; they petrified the forest - painted windows black. Pumped cyanide in rivers, roamed around in packs ; screamed "STAND, DELIVER!" they always took it all. Resistance cracked, we'd hide, but sure they'd find us curled up on the floorboards of our shack. Five on the blacklist! Five on the blacklist! We were bubbling under, now we're in there, with a bullet (through the brain) Frightened on the floorboards of our shack, quite naked, once we'd fight them - now we take it all. They have our names, they have our numbers. the print-out says we take it all again and again untill we pay... Five on the blacklist! Five on the blacklist! We were bubbling under, now we're in there, with a bullet. FIVE ! Five on the blacklist! FOUR! Five on the blacklist! THREE! Five on the blacklist! TWO! Five on the blacklist! ONE ! Five on the blacklist!

Everything we feared was swept inside a little box got out of sight for many years while we would talk about tomorrow. Two pedestals, a crowded room, we'd both lay out our past but only touch a glass divide that grew a little wider every night. But your memory was hungry and I watched you court your shadows in reverse. And from my corner, I would curse but never say a word. Still I like to think that we shared. Still I like to think we truly cared. And sure we had our dreams, but never dared. Tell me, lover, what's in like in there? Shuffling downstairs to the Blue Room…

Синяя комната

Все наши страхи были сметены внутрь маленькой коробочки, убраны с глаз долой на много лет, пока мы говорили про завтрашний день. Два пьедестала, комната, наполненная людьми; нам бы выложить друг другу свое прошлое, но мы только касаемся стеклянной преграды, которая становится все толще каждую ночь. Но твоя память была голодна, и я смотрел, как ты «ухаживала» за своими тенями. И мне хотелось выругаться из своего угла, но я не скажу ни слова. Мне и сейчас нравится думать, что мы делились друг с другом. Мне нравится думать, что мы и вправду заботились друг о друге. И конечно, каждый мечтал о своем, но не осмеливался сказать. Скажи мне, любимая, как там? Плетемся вниз по лестнице, в Синюю комнату

When Madeleine appeared it always rained, the people locked their houses,
Drew the curtains, prayed and painted crosses on their doors.
They wondered who would be the next for last respects . . . began rehearsing.
Dressed in black with white carnations, weeping 'til their eyes were sore.
Madeleine would feel their sorrow, she only wanted friends,
But the lady's doomed to wander until the very end.
Til the end of time!

Jello man cuts corners, creeps unseen between the sheets. When you're asleep, he creeps inside you. He's sinking in his teeth. He's breaking legs! He's laying eggs... you should see him play the organ. He whistles "Dixie" on your pipes, and you - you simply die of fright. He slithers clean away and not one single soul survives. Now I'm starving in my shrinkwrap. I'm lying in the road. I know he won't get me, because I will live forever!

Обманывая тень

Человек-из-желе срезает углы, ползет невидимым по постели. Когда ты спишь, он заползает к тебе вовнутрь. Он вонзает зубы. Он ломает ноги! Он откладывает яйца... Видел бы ты, как он играет на органе. Он насвистывает "Дикси" на твоих дудках, а ты - ты просто умираешь от страха. Он незаметно выскальзывает, и ни единая душа не выживает. И вот я погибаю с голода в своей термопластиковой обертке. Я лежу на дороге. Я знаю: он меня не получит, ведь я буду жить вечно!

There was a time, a time for secrets.
We'd walk together in the forest, hand in hand.
We'd look uneasy, cold and pallid.
Then we'd find some magic mushrooms and we'd skip across the clouds.

We danced for the old gods, danced for the new gods,
Danced for the gods we never heard about.
Danced for the old days, danced for the new ways,

I'm waiting at your bedside. I'm waiting for a sign. I never sleep, "Bleep..bleep" means I'm contented. I'll be fine...And I know it's been a year now, and I know it could be five. Don't care what doctors recommend I'll keep you alive. (No matter what it takes, I'll wait. I'll keep you alive.) Took a liver from a preacher, had that crooked jaw re-shaped. That ol' heart was shipped from Zanzibar. Those arteries have been scraped. When it's over you'll be happy - like being born a second time. Don't care what the neighbours say, I'll keep you alive (No matter what it takes, I'll wait. I'll keep you alive...) If you could only answer me, I know you'd give a nod, and keep that little white light blinking... No I am not playing God. It's the Lord above who pulls the strings, He does not pull the plug. And I remain his humble servant, fingers double-crossed for luck. I'll keep you alive. (No matter what it takes, I'll wait. I'll keep you alive.)

Smash me into little pieces, put me in a cup, add sugar, stir me, warm me up, and drink me. I want to get inside you. I want to light your heart. I want to lick your secret valleys, slide through alleys, dance from stone to stone. I want to hear you moan in ecstasy. You're shy, you shouldn't be. I just want to get to know you better, to know you better, know you better. I'm a curious guy.(x3) I spy. There's blood in my eyes. I'm a furious guy.(x2) I die. (I'm great in cans; I'm great on toast........)

Seven seas he sailed on
With cannons blazing in the night
He had shiny medals
For his eyes in Kryptonite (with lasers)

With every nail he hammered
Came the rush of flying hands
They pasted fliers

a man's allowed to cry today
to put his feelings on display
no ridicule and no disgrace
we've lost a king, but not his face
should I fall apart in public?
it's allowed, no, it's demanded
zoom in, see how small I am
I'm humble now but, I hope, big-hearted

Your face seems so familiar. I'm sure we've met some place before. It could be we were lovers, maybe eye to eye in some... war. With pulling faces, screaming like two imbeciles. Two racing bayonets. We connect, it's unmistakable. So don't look you look the other way. Don't lie back and pretend that you are sleeping. This is something we're too deep in. We're destined to repeat. Come to me my lover. Speak to me my enemy. You cannot run away from me - we're destined to repeat. Look this way my lover. Speak to me my enemy - we're driftwood on an endless sea...

We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that
Leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the
Dancers on your tomb. We're the invisible invaders of your privacy... your
Dreams. We're the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent
Lunacy on hot oppressive nights - you shine a light and you will see just
A shadow.

The Echo Police shoot twice and ask you Zero Zero questions. Shady sessions in the backroom... Double spotlight, they whistle tunes. They hole you up, a hollow wall... They hear you call. The needle's in the red. They spin the heads, the print-out scribbles << OVERLOAD >> in code. No-one shows an ounce of mercy; no-one turns a hair. You scream, you shout and they shout back. Exact, in tune.... no room for argument. The Echo Police just don't know how.

Эхо-Полиция

Эхо-полиция стреляет дважды и задает тебе бессмысленные вопросы. Сомнительные заседания в дальней комнате... При двойном свете прожекторов, они знай насвистывают себе песенки. Они замуровывают тебя, стена-то полая... Они слышат, как ты зовешь. Игла в чем-то красном. Они вертят головами над распечатанными каракулями с заголовком "Перегруз". Никто никогда не смилуется, никто просто не обратит внимания. Ты кричишь, ты вопишь, а они кричат тебе в ответ. Точно, в той же тональности... И ничего не докажешь. Эхо Полиция просто не знает, как это.

The spirit had set north with the wind that rippled his hair.
I stared. Can't stop laughing, but the joy had gone,
Snuffed out by the dawn. The rope had torn his flesh, broke his neck,
Set him dancing on the air in the hanging gardens.

Dancing with the dead -- so peaceful there.

Branded as a thief. They stole his name, they stole his face.

First he shivers, then he burns and waves his arms for our attention. We drop our vague pretentions, form a circle and applaud. And praise the Lord, we're throwing tokens 'til the fire hits the sky. We fall in fits upon the woodpile and we shall scrape there until we die. Until we are reborn in light, glowing amber - a knowing look across our eyes. Yet as wet as new born babies. We have nothing left to hide. Take me as I am! Take us as we are! Take things as they came! Take it all!

Swamp juice drifted up the stairs, as Leo washed his hair in soap, and turned into a lion. Well, it's what the mirror told him. Likes his burgers raw, and make-up red. He shakes his head, the hair just tumbles down. He's in the jungle now and hungry, looking for an arm to chew on. Tarzan shouting from a poster on the wall. Here's the rope, take the world on. So he tiptoed to the balcony, and he swung across the street, as buses dodged and shoppers watched. And though he plowed into a window, Leo's shouting from a rooftop, "I'm King, King of all the Jungle!" But they bundled him away. Away ... Now he spends his days talking to the wall of his cell. It's padded, smells of ether, nurse is smiling sweeter than a can of jungle juice. Pats him on his mane, and he purrs, how he purrs... Meow! Meow! Meow! (How he purrs, meow!) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven: all good kittens go to heaven. (Meow!)

Two glasses on a glass-top table
Lights are low, the ashtray's full
He talks of all his conquests
Letters ringed with hearts and crosses
He left them in the drawer (at Hotel Noir)
Unanswered, yet he read them for
Her time and time again
She looked clean through him

I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused . . . . sure, you never noticed me.
You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
expression: "It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking?
Let it be . . ." I considered throwing roses--thought I'd maybe
wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection--
but, there's a snag. It's my confession that I watch you in
my tragic isolation. In my fear . . . that's the way it's been

Give the boy a uniform, a unicorn, a horn
A sawn off shotgun and a
Cause an ORDER cross a border tell
Him "Heads must roll!" Can fetch
Them back on poles no
Rules except "Amuse yourself
Abuse at leisure
Steal the treasure screw and sweat she'll

Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam. We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned. We flex and count the tumours on our hands--spreading swiftly now. For this, we waited just a lifetime. Sun blessed mirror shaded mad dogs. Blow a kiss we'll all fall over. Hunting the oasis but there's only cola- sensurround. A technicolour thrill . . . it costs a fortune, so it must be real. For just a little sip, we'll keep waiting (just a lifetime.) And some of us work underground. We dug a hole and settled down. We waited for the gentle sound of steady rain to soak the ground and raattle on our ventilator. Guess the time we sat there waiting. Yes, you guessed! We waited just a lifetime. And dragons walked the earth again; parrafin was free. A fire-eater went insane and torched the final tree. And one fine say the planet crumbled, just cos someone sneezed. For this, we waited just a lifetime.

Who will pull the trigger, send the whole thing up in flames? Who is juggling figures, plans the last move of the game? Now we're coughing blood, the desert winds erupt, the power's cut, our dream has been corrupted. Maybe we never dreamed enough. Count to five and shut your eyes, you'll find that everything's still there, a little slower, less alive, and I've got lizards in my hair. Still I chew my daily bread, I cannot let go of my thread, you still scream inside my head. All the things I should have said, never said, never say. And the cat ripped out my tongue, the vulture swooped and stole my eyes. I'm scavenging crumbs in the Kingdom of the Flies. Fly me.

The retinue wore togas
Toked on opium and drank each's other's wine
They nibbled peanuts
Spoke of heinous and premeditated crimes
Between the Politics and the poems
Conversation stayed refined at Lisa's party
Having a real good time

She covered up the mirror, hid his photo in the
drawer. The sketches that he made for her were rip-
ped and rolling across the floor. All memories and
promises and plans they'd made were scratched or
burned as Lisa laid her head down for the night.
Still the pictures flowed day and night. There's
no escape, there's no remission . . . This one's us in
Paris, and this one's us in Rome. That mess was him

Heaven is a hole. There's a whole lot of heaven in your (cavern), in your avenue. Enjoy it? do you? do you? Of course you do... It's there in black and white. There's every detail and every tale delights. The fannies and the cranny's with the antelopes from Lapland. (Uh... so horny!). It's a perfect land... the lips are lubricated and the pistons always stiff and glistening driving upwards, onwards... it's like your dream. It's partly human and part machine. Oh, Cyborg! as a man you're magic, as machine you're mean, mean mean mean. Mean, mean[moans...all the way to climax] [sample on phone]I'm wondering I'm fondling myself. Come to me (sweet) woman. Talk to me. Come to me sweet thing. Come come come to me. Touch yourself, come on, touch yourself(repeated) (moans and phone hangs up).

You offered me a cigarette, I pirouette... with sihlouettes of statuettes. We're ice behind a window. Would you be my widow? Would you even be my wife? Life's not long enough for questions of sessions over cakes and coffees. Therapy, I've had enough of - I want to change things overnight, because I've been alone too long.. too long.. too long...

And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself. So much talk so many theories - it's really such a bore for me. The story stays the same - it goes on and on... What gives you the right to analyze? You paralyze me with your probing. In the end I just agree... Maybe we're just puppets after all. Love puppets. (not glove puppets! Hearts of gold, souls on string. My soul's on a string... Love Puppets! My heart's a shiny gold.)

Why the tricks? Why the teasers? Can't I even please you for an hour? Won't you simply listen? I've got a lot to say about us and plans and things that we could do... (I need you NOW don't leave me...)

Dive like a swan in a pond, as the train rolls in. Close your eyes, hold your breath - , you'll be holding it forever. There are methods, many methods - take a pill. Swallow one by one. It's easy, it's so easy - you can drift away to heaven. Many methods, there are methods - like a blade on the wrist you can carve your initials. It's messy, but it's effective - and a method. Another method ... select and slip away. Tightropes, and nightshades and shady streets where knives are swinging (methods!) swing, swing away on a rope - it's a method. another method....Airports, motorways - take a dive, take a dive...Methods. Methods. .Just select and slip away (x3) Methods. Just select and slip away...Methods. Methods.... Just select and slip away. Take alive, take a life, take a dive....

Calling you now on my first Zonee.
Milking the cow with my first Zonee.
Out on the trail, I'll spank the pony.
I'll conquer the world with my first Zonee...
Under the Ocean, seeding the clouds you'll be with me.
Forgive me, there is no need to shout it
from the top of the mountain or down in the well.
I'll just text you, "I like you".

That's Greenland down below... Think of igloos, snow... Thirty plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you... Take cover as you fly cocooned across this fragile globe, because you can never rise above it. You'd better pay the earth your mute respect because you never learned to love it or to have, to cherish, to hold... Until death when we provide the great provider... I hope they'll never hide me in a brick, unnumbered, neatly fixed (Press HERE for pearls of wisdom...) Every day this stone rotates so be content, I'm listening. I'm etched upon a plate... it's disinfected so don't you look away. You're really unprotected and I sense the train of hot hyenas licking at your heels. I see the flock of hungry hawks close in around this plane. There is no sanctuary and everyone around you is insane.

Sounding the bell in the corridor.
Sweeping the floor with her hair
She sprinkles hot ashes and salt on the stairs
As she walks.
We all walk behind her.
The city sleeps restless below;
One thousand dark stars flashing random.
We swing on the wires, we lie in the road

We'll remember when that wreath is just a crown of thorns to drape around your helmet - hide out anywhere at all. We'll remember when you're no more than a poem on a grave - a sideline for the guy who writes the birthday cards but never signs his name. He's got your number, feels your pain... though you're smiling from the mantel-piece and you've got your rifle trained. It's pointing at the T.V. Shall we tell you when to fire? There's a programme we all hate... it's not a late show so you won't be tired. We remember how you loved the war films, and hid behind the sofa throwing balls of silver paper. We remember. We remember. We've got our poppies on. We hear the clock chime out eleven. We remember, we remember it's Poppy Day. (You shall not grow old!)

Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her chain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing...filed in, failed, and so she killed them.

Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, without a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn't move her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Some were daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some would touch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it; one-by-one they died.

Roaming spores and running sores and
Scorching fever. Score a pill to maybe ease the pain.
Still there's more to come. The thunder's
In your brain, the lightning dances. Stars explode and spit.
A foaming fit, stuck in a lift press "ground floor", but IT RISES!

Bursts the ceiling, peeling clouds and
Fleeing for the sun where maybe there's just a little peace...

Maidens in towers and knights on the town.
Shields up convinced that the barricade's down.
Fighting in bars. Fighting the cause.
Aches in the head, H2O in the wine.
Two hits off the mirror to help you unwind.
You'll learn how to drink. You'll turn now to shrinks.
And he'll say that you're king of the castle.
Yes, you're king in your castle, your glory

Go back eight years; you're sixteen... What do you see? What do you feel? A classroom..Yes..and what are they whispering? They're whispering about you? Why? Laughing, no, no, go back eight years. You're eight, where are you? In your bedroom? Yes, in your bedroom. Shadows? Shadows touching you, your head forced to one side. Tell me about the black dog and tell me ... no, no, go back eight years. What do you see? What do you feel? And you don't want the white light, why? Why? No, no, go back a hundred, two hundred...FIVE hundred years. What do you see? What do you feel? Your hands are tied, yes, and they're throwing things. Fire, you're burning, you're burning. No, go back a thousand...A million years. What do you see? What do you feel? Nothing, nothing at all. Tell me, is it better that way?

What's past is past. It has its value; I'm content I played a part. The Scent of you remains and there will always be a corner of my heart that's yours. It's only yours. Believe me! Believe me! You wouldn't want to see me now - I have changed beyond all recognition, with your permission, may I ask you to keep this photograph and remember me this way.

Вспоминай меня вот так

Что прошло, то прошло. В прошлом есть своя ценность, я доволен тем, что сыграл там роль. Твой Аромат остается, и в моем сердце всегда найдется для тебя уголок. Только для тебя. Поверь мне! Ты не захотела бы меня видеть сейчас – я изменился, меня совсем не узнать; с твоего позволения, я прошу тебя сохранить эту фотографию, и вспоминай меня по ней.

Slaapliedje

Can't stand this cage cos there's no place to fly to. My future's been cancelled, my past's just a lie. You say, "Do it alone", and I'm trying like hell to rise up from the ashes, be somebody else. I shout my rage from the rooftops, burn down this shell, but you smile from the gallery, ringing a bell. And I jump, and I've jumped but the bars are still there. I know deep inside me you don't really care. You say, "Sleep baby. Sleep. It's all just a dream."

Колыбельная

Я не могу в этой клетке: здесь некуда лететь. Мое будущее отменили, мое прошлое - просто ложь. Ты говоришь: "Давай сам", и я пытаюсь изо всех сил восстать из пепла, стать кем-то другим. Я кричу в ярости с крыш, сжигаю дотла эту раковину, но ты улыбаешься из галереи, звеня в колокольчик. И я прыгаю, прыгнул, но решетка осталась на месте. В глубине души я знаю, что тебе на самом деле все равно. Ты говоришь: "Спи детка. Спи. Это всего лишь сон."

Powdered Heaven dressed in plastic
pulled the shades down on his eyes.
Pinprick pupils soaring skywards
Offer him no alibis.
But then, who needs them? He's quite perfect.
Perfect body, perfect teeth
that flash sublime and blind the kids who
Spread their legs for their belief.

She was so sad [she was so sad]
No word of comfort really registered [so sad]
No friendly hand could steady her [she was so sad]
There was no contact, no consideration
Penetration [she was so sad]
We stood there watching from our observation post
Now here's a finger, here's a little line

I shaved off my hair cos I found it amusing,
I faked my despair in the beautiful ruins.
I wailed at the wall, tossed a coin in the fountain -
now dry as the sand on a dead man's bones.
High dive from a cloud, take a roll down a mountain.
I rise in a shroud and I sleep when I'm counting.
I shed my disguise when there's nobody looking.
The whites of your eyes are all mine alone.

lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross where he'd been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze grew ice threw knives blew halos hallowed cinders flew together made a cushion for his feet. There were spikes in his sandals, spikes in his ankles... A spike split the wood, syringed his vertabrae. Spikes in his shins in his chin in his fingers... Amused apparitions hummed the Marsollaise. We had to look away, he seemed so fragile. We tried to offer him a cigarette but it was futile... no way through. The guards screamed "Front!", drew guns, splashed acid.. so we retreated to the shadows squated low and said a prayer Cameras clicked out of sight there are fights, there were fanfares. Fireworks flashed across the cenotaph. Kiddies played in the pits, spitting crisps, licking icecreams. A spiv threw an auction for his autograph. I never thought it would finish quite this way. No resistance not a word to say but maybe we'll meet in heaven. We can talk about those good old days. I believe (at least I WANT to believe)

The angels landed cleared their throats and chorused "Crown Him!" They poured a potion on his hair it nearly drowned him. Then they called a minute's silence. They called the clowns in and a cripple touched his foot and did a cartwheel down the hill... turning once for his wisdom, twice for the pearl moon. A third as the thief cried "It's judgement day." He rolled his eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in the dirt. Applause ripped the heavens and blew the clouds away. The laughter died as schoolgirls passed around the tissues. Pretty patterns while a message said "We'll miss you. Bless you. Bless your eyes." And the bell rang twice and we fell as his lips moved. We stared in stoney silence as the news guy scribbled furiously down his final words: "I made mistakes. I've been a fool. I tried hard byt never thought that what started so well could end in misery. But my motives were good. I thought you all understood... Just don't be hard when this day is cloaked in history. You mistrusted me? ...," And he died with his eyes on... ash for ashes dust for dust a lust for dust a must for dust die with your eyes on...

Nomini magnus spiritus sancti filia

Swap a name for a number.
Find a cage, find a chain.
Find a plate, slip it under....
Feed it every other day.
Keep the scenery the same,
Keep the family away.
Keep it sane, keep it safe.
Take that rope away - it likes to play

Just a cry or a whisper in the artificial silence could have helped us to find our island and build a home made just for two. But your pride and my resistance and the strong advice of those who wish us well maintained the distance - and I doubt I'll ever see you again. Yet I wonder if you wrote me...? I wonder if I called...? Would we hide behind the wall that divides us and protects us from all that fall back into violence. Can we crack this silence?

Peeling paint
Dead cigarettes old cobwebs on
The ceiling feeling
Faint, the spider fled - the flies played
Hide 'n' seek we wrestled cheek
To cheek, pink naked on the
Sheets a feel was cheap, a deeper thrill was
Steeper camera peeped, director

Do not speak of boundaries, love
The further you're away,
The more intense the need becomes
The doubts are on parade
So pitifully human,
Hiding hunched-up in the cold
Simply making up the numbers,
Because I could not break the mould.

Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit. On the spoons you made rhythm; I whistled the blues 'cos my throat's been misused. My voice is a crack in the tar; in the jar is a tablet they sent in the post, with a pamphlet. With an order; "Take this when the pain gets too much!" I confess I feel nothing at all... I'm bored and you're bald, but I laughed when you called me the snail. My red trail runs behind me. I'm guilty, no secrets. You're not such a picture yourself. Your brown eyes I know so very very well. They're sadder and wiser; we've finally been through it all, now our time's slowly ticking away. Do you think there's a heaven? (backwards: I fell nothing at all)

Месяц спустя

Под столом и в яме, внизу; с нашими картофелинами из пластика и с йо-йо, голубка на вертеле. Ты ложками выстукивала ритм, я насвистывал блюз: горло теперь никуда не годится. Мой голос словно трубный глас в бочке смолы. В пузырьке таблетка, присланная по почте, с посланием, с указанием: "Принимать, когда боль станет невыносимой". Клянусь, что вообще ничего не чувствую... Я скучаю, и ты такая пресная, но я смеялся, когда ты назвала меня улиткой. За мной тянется красный след, я виновен, это не секрет. Твоя внешность обманчива. Я так хорошо знаю твои карие глаза. Они грустнее и мудрее; наконец мы прошли через все, теперь наше время медленно утекает. Ты думаешь, это рай?

Fifteen storeys high, the black curtains drawn, and the sun is just a brat that spits and the goes away. The T.V. chatters, there's a pile of letters scattered on the mat. Reminders, bills--they smell of cats. Three starving cats who chase each others' shadows. They curl up on him overnight and scratch him, and bite him . . . But he lost the will to fight, and he lost the will to move . . . It's been a month, will be another, until the busting down the door. They'll carry him away; they'll strip him clean. They'll lock him in a padded box some fifteen storeys high where the sun is just a brat that spits then goes away.

Penguin spins the caviar... Trois rouge. We drown it quick before it hatches. We wash it down with absinthe, flush it out with roses. Captain turns the hoses on the crawling crowd. We're on a cloud, we're on our knees, we're singing all the songs our fathers taught us. Still the band plays on (relieved!). They locked up all their daughters, deep down, horizontal in the hold. We're much too old and much too drunk to hold a conversation. Too far gone to see the mountain waving through the crack that was the floor. Too far gone to see the icy mountain waving through the crack that was the floor.

Penguin spins the caviar... Trois rouge. We drown it quick before it
Hatches. We wash it down with absynthe, spit it out with roses. Captain
Turns the hoses on the crawling crowd. We're on a cloud, we're on our
Knees, we're singing all the songs our fathers taught us. Still the band
Plays on (relieved!). They locked up all their daughters, deep down,
Horizontal in the hold. We're much too old and much too drunk to hold a
Conversation. Too far gone to see the mountain waving through the crack
That was the floor.

Give me plasma! Make it soon! Your love is not enough. I've got you in my heart, but i want you in my veins. And I'll meet you at the blood bank. They could pump you into me... It's only fair because you know I like pumping into you.

Give me plasma, be my plasma doll, my plasma lady fair... It's nice to know we're always sharing; a love like ours is rare. Yeah I'll show you all my muscles if you give me your corpuscles... I'll have your blood, if you'll have my seed. We'll grow together, the Plasma Twins... The Plasma Twins... You won't feel a thing... The Plasma Twins... That's us!

Get right down and work, work. Beat it, eat it, lick it out, and
Drink it down and spit it out. The Love Machine
Demands a sacrifice. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. 500 pounds
Of meat in amyl nitrate. Nice and neat. Repeat, repeat.
Don't hit me with a wooden fish cos I can hear the bells ring, my burning
Bride.

I hope that you can hear me
Because they're screaming in the aisle...
The stewardess said "Turn that phone off!"
So I smiled...blew a smoke ring.

My neighbor sinks his head between his knees...
It's pushing 45 degrees.
Outside it's freezing,

You asked for nothing. That's what I gave you - ash for ashes, dust for dust. Your trust is touching, but misguided... Bride, I'll be yours for one night. I wander. I wonder really what you saw in me -- I'm not your type at all... And all the angels hold their breath as my eyes rest upon the pretty girl who leads the choir. They cry out their disgust for me. They are crying for my bride who smiles in white, does not suspect my next move in the game. Again! "I'll honor you and cherish you." Again! "I'll share my worldly goods" Again... 'til death, when we're parted. Only words don't mean a thing... I think of ways to run. The sun paints patterns on the stained-glass windows. Widows in their Sunday best reflect about when they too were brides. They can't hide their feelings as they steal seconds from an age they'll never see again. Again! "With this ring I pledge myself"... Again! ("I do. I do. Shoo be doo doo wah...") Why do we have to be so humble and mumble words we never mean? It's obscene, the ultimate obscenity... this serenity on Sunday, we're stars on Sundays. Smiles on straight! Maybe one day rewards will be there for us Just for us in heaven. Just for us amen amen.... The end.

Mirror tiles, a mirrored ceiling. She preens, adjusts her hair. She pouts, a wink. The perfume stinks, it's lovely, like fresh air. Saints are queuing at the door: their haloes on a chain. They're always after more and more. The whore of Babylon: she turns nobody away. Nobody away. They pay, they play, the ...?... fly. It's never straight - it's on the floor, it's in the kitchen. No-one's ever bored, 'cos the whore of Babylon knows how to make a man feel like a man. Can you?

George had the role of the spokesman. Script prepared - took a week
to write... how their house was an eyesore, kid was an outlaw, wife
was a whore who bored the neighbours. Fists were raised, pledges made
over ten grenades and tins of petrol. George would strike the first
match if they put up a fight or pulled down the shutters. Soldiers
blue. Shoulders sunburned - see the light dance on their hair, the
fair and healthy skin, the shins of metal. Men of mental discipline
(their favourite word). It's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers,

In the wind, in the sea, whispering hate, heresy; quietly accusing me. Voices. Those voices, all I hear are voices. In the marsh, in the sky, firing curses in my eyes, cutting me with razor lies. Voices. The sun steps down to dance on the armour, now rusted and brittle like September leaves. Through the odor of decaying man-piles, I know someone's listening, waiting for me. Christine, you haunt me - you cling like a limpet. The ghost of your pulse hammers nails in my head. We all sold our souls for a handful of ashes. We gambled together, the blame should be shared. In the wind, in the sea, whispering hate, heresy; quietly accusing me. Voices. Voices.

The river was a rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed. The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst. The fur balls flying, trees were dying - dandelions were crippled, bald... We saw it all in colour - now we're waiting for the cloud. A mother forcefed baby milk, which ticked and bubbled black. She sank it back with plastic pills although it stank...(seemed thankful). Rolled up in her sack, she won't be back, she won't grow old... We saw it all in colour - now we're waiting for the cloud. Crocodiles were sprouting wings. Dead sheep filled the fields. The children
rode on locusts throwing slings at anything that could be killed and eaten raw. No weeping sore, no claws, no balls . . . We saw it all in colour, yes, we saw it all in colour, now we're waiting for the cloud. Waiting for the cloud. We're told it could be 15 days, we're busy digging holes... The deep ones for the pure, selected--shallow ones for old and sick, the derelicts, the poor, the junkies, criminals, the whores. There's more, there's red and yellow, there 's black and blue. There's me, there's you. Waiting, waiting for the cloud.

В ожидании облака

Река была в радужных разводах, рыбы задыхались и проклинали. Алчные псы выдыхали пламя, катались в клее и после взрывались. Меховые шарики летали, деревья умирали; одуванчики были покалеченными, лысыми... Мы видели все это в цвете - теперь мы ждем облака. Мать насильно кормила ребенка молоком, оно капало и пузырилось черным. Она всасывала его с пластиковыми пилюлями, хотя оно и воняло (казалась благодарной). Засунутая в мешок, она не вернется, не постареет... Мы видели все это в цвете - теперь мы ждем облака. Крокодилы расправляли крылья. Мертвые овцы покрывали поля. Дети оседлали саранчу, метали пращи во все, что можно убить и съесть живьем. Нет ни капающих ран, ни когтей, ни шаров... Мы видели все это в цвете, да, мы видели все это в цвете - теперь мы ждем облака. Ждем облака. Нам сказали, что оно будет где-то через 15 дней, мы заняты рытьем нор... Глубокие для истых, избранных; мелкие для старых и больных, брошенных , бедных, наркоманов, преступников, шлюх. Есть еще другие, красные и желтые, черные и синие. Есть я, есть ты. Ждем, ждем облака.

Right hand raised the left
Plants stickers - picking
Out the deviant a choice
Of colours, inclinations
Factions that see only red
He wants them dead he kills them in
His mirror when it's dark and when
He thinks that no-one is looking he spreads

From here to there in minus time, a spirit casts a line to fish alternatives. Caesar lives. It's 1939. It's Fall. We eat pizzas by the pool...we watch the Christians sing then fall in quadro. 50 legal channels, this one sponsored by St.Paul. Are you playing me? Year sub-zero here in Baghdad, super-heroes wave the flag. The bitter moon looks down and laughs while I lie smoking in the bath with you. Now spray these lips with superglue, I'm lying through my teeth - it's ocean blue in Casablanca, and it's burned out black beneath. Playing me... It's All Souls Night. I'm frightened because I'm standing here alone. I watched the last bus fly to Brighton. Now life's empty but it's home. And I skip lightly through the garbage, call you on your mobile phone. The message says you've re-located. "Speak out clearly...here's the tone." Playing me?

Когда я с тобой

Отсюда и назад, в минус-времени, мой призрак забрасывает леску, чтобы выудить альтернативы. Цезарь жив. Сейчас 1939-й. Осень. Мы едим пиццу у бассейна, смотрим, как христиане поют, впадая в квадро. Из 50-ти официальных телеканалов этот вот спонсирует Святой Павел. Играешь со мной? Ниже нуля в этом году здесь, в Багдаде, супер-герои размахивают флагом. Горькая луна глядит вниз и смеется, а я лежу и курю с тобой в ванне. Сбрызни эти губы супер-клеем: я лгу сквозь зубы – океанская синева в Касабланке, а внизу все сожжено дочерна. Играешь со мной… Ночь Всех Святых, и я в испуге - я стою тут один. Я видел, как последний автобус умчался на Брайтон. Теперь жизнь пуста, зато я дома. И я легко перепрыгиваю мусор, звоню тебе на мобильный телефон. Автоответчик сообщает, что ты уже переместилась. «Говорите четко, после сигнала». Играешь со мной? …

I practised in the mirror, dyed my hair black desert blonde. Got dead-drunk porcupine mascara. Learned your habits, sing your songs by heart. The gestures,a ll the subtleties... You're not alone my far-off prince though only I know really what you go through. When Lenny meets Lorca, they'll walk on the water. I know they want a piece of you but I just want to share. I'll throw open all my doors for you, wear orchids in my hair. I've traced your number now and though the message says "Not there!" Hear me, my frustrated prince, as I declare "Come and meet your twin!" When Lenny meets Lorca, they'll walk on the water.

(Behold a human brain what
Wonders lie within?)

Cable kings got Saturn's rings
Got radiation, sabre sting, got fingers
News at ten, those faces
Fear temptation over rainbows, Rambo
Tower of

No pets allowed! No pets allowed! That's what the placard said so they left us out here floating upside down, our ankles bound. Protective coating, cos we're very very cute - but sinters here don't hesitate. They shoot! (It's raining crocodiles). And I really want to sleep with you but cannot stand them watching. They encourage us outside the glass - throw barbie dolls and stockings. Oh, but I'll retain my dignity and gaze up at the moon until my buddies come and rescue me. We will rise! We will find a place that's just for us.

Зоопарк

"Домашние животные на допускаются!" - так гласил плакат, и они бросили нас тут плавать кверху брюхом, наши ноги связаны. Защитное покрытие, ведь мы очень, очень симпатичные, но мусора здесь не сомневается. Они стреляют! (Идет дождь крокодилами). И я очень хочу уснуть с тобой, но не в силах вытерпеть их взгляды. Они подбадривают нас за стеклом - бросают кукол "барби" и чулки. Но я сохраню свое достоинство и буду глядеть на луну до тех пор, пока мои друзья не придут и не спасут меня. Мы взовьемся! Мы найдем место, которое будет только для нас.