More songs for Aesthetes and Deadbeats...

 

 

First you can take my rib

and bend it to a Cupid's bow,

then you can be a fletcher,

make arrows of deep indigo,

take my sinews for your strings,

let the quivering begin....

 

A still mind is the Archer

 

A still mind is the Archer's art,

only you can pierce my heart,

your aim is true

your aim is true

to see my red heart turn to blue.

 

Feel the tension with your fingers,

make my strings reverberate,

all it takes is a gentle plucking,

the air around us will vibrate,

fill my heart with indigo,

take a breath and then let go....

 

A still mind is the Archer,

A still mind is the Archer,

 

A still mind is the Archer's art,

only you have pierced my heart,

your aim is true,

your aim is true

and my red heart has turned to blue,

your aim is true,

your aim is true,

and my red heart has turned to blue.

The Archer's Art

Oh my heart has changed its colour,

I harbour a rebel within,

yes my heart has changed its colour,

like the bruises on my skin,

I should try to fight you back

with a heavy heart of gold,

leave dirty, dirty boot marks

on your dirty, dirty soul,

but my heart is an imposter,

a turn-coat, a rebel,

hear its cuckoo beats for you and not me,

Oh my rebel heart has abandoned me.

 

And all I have left are scratches and bruises,

scratches and bruises, 

love bites for losers,

All I have left are scratches and bruises

and they'll only fade when the war is won.

 

I need you to give me my heart back,

give it stuffed like a body inside your own,

let it beat for me, beat for me,

beat for me, beat for me,

I'll be no longer alone,

I would be a fearful enemy,

fight you to the very death,

I would sing a wild song of victory

to the tune of your dying breath.

 

But my heart is an imposter,

a turn-coat, a rebel,

it clings to your heart like a pale parasite

while my bruises beg me to surrender the fight.

 

And all I have left are scratches and bruises,

scratches and bruises.

love bites for losers,

all I have left are scratches and bruises

and they'll only fade when the war is won.

 

How can love be such a struggle

where only one heart can win?

See my heart has changed its colour

like the bruises on my skin,

What can you do to protect me?

Should I give up the ghost and die?

My rebellious heart has abandoned me,

Where should my allegiance lie?

 

When my heart is an imposter,

a turn-coat, a rebel,

if I don't try to fight it will forfeit my life,

So I'll cut out my heart with the bravest sharp knife.

 

And all I have left are scratches and bruises,

scratches and bruises,

love bites for losers,

all I have left are scratches and bruises,

fading, for my rebel heart is gone.

 

 

 

Rebel Heart

Is it because of his eyes,

hinting at secrets that lie within?

Is it because of the lies

that spread from his fingertips to your skin?

Is it because of his mouth,

whispering tricks that'll make you weak?

Is it because of the doubt,

clouding the honesty that you seek?

 

You'd better arm yourself,

choose your weapons well,

you're a fool if you think you can win

with the Love Armadillo.

 

Is it because of your eyes,

flashing the signal that danger's here?

Is it because of goodbyes,

sneaking their way into the atmosphere?

Is it because of your arms,

holding him tightly to capture him?

Is it because of your charms,

dangling before him to enrapture him?

 

Better toughen up,

grow a thicker shell,

you're a fool if you think you can win

with the Love Armadillo.

 

Is it because you're both scared

to show the weakness that hides inside?

Is it because no one cared

when you felt so lonely you just sat and cried?

Is it because it's so hard

to expose yourself to another's will?

Is it 'cos you're not en garde

that they slip through your defenses

and make the kill?

 

Better toughen up,

grow a thicker shell,

you're a fool if you think you can win

with the Love Armadillo.

 

 

 

The Love

Armadillo

Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

knows where the cave is

where the skeletons play,

and Geoffrey Fletcher Davis,

(to show me how brave he is,)

took me yesterday.

 

Sweet Mavis Lucy Warner

who lived at the corner

walked there by my side,

but Mavis Lucy Warner,

I feel we should mourn her,

she accidentally died.

 

Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

tried hard to save his

good friend, oh so dear,

but Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

unintentionally gave his

own life too, I fear.

 

Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

would not save his

friendship just for me,

so Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

and his darling little Mavis

are together eternally.

 

Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

knows where the cave is 

where the skeletons play,

'Cos Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

and his sweet little Mavis

play there every day.

Geoffrey Fletcher Davis

Here, Here,

Here, Here

 

I can't sleep in case it shatters,

it's the only thing that matters,

sleep deceives me, dreams are shallow,

I can smell you on my pillow,

 

Do you love me?  Do you need me?

Do you see the mess inside me?

All the hopes and all the worry,

all the bad I tried to bury,,,,,

 

Here, Here,

Here, Here,

 

See them line up on parade,

their grasping ego's masquerade,

with their sugar-snap agenda,

all their mawkish propaganda,

 

In the light I watch the shadows

of a life that never happens,

in the darkness I could steal a kiss;

your heart; your past; your future is.....

 

Here, Here,

Here, Here,

 

We could sit and contemplate

the politics of love and hate

and what it means to be downtrodden,

swiftly buried, soon forgotten,

 

All the heroines are dying,

there's no need to be alive when

no one sees their inspiration,

let me find my own salvation.......

 

Here, Here,

Here, Here.

Here

 

 

Berries

We were delightful, we were young,

our eyes shone bright with wild ambition,

and every act and every word

would be immortalised in legend.

 

We were delightful, we were young,

and generous with our flirtations,

we cherry-picked like choosy birds

to make our lives the richest pageant.

 

The sweetest berries are  there

in the highest heights,

never lose your luscious appetite!

The sweetest berries are hidden

out of sight.

 

We were delightful, we were young,

and never dreamed that we'd be other.

We were distracted from our fun

and never saw the berries wither....

 

But still

the sweetest berries are there

in the highest heights,

never lose your luscious appetite!

The sweetest berries are hidden

out of sight,

Never lose your luscious appetite!

The sweetest berries are hidden

out of sight,

never lose your luscios appetite!

The sweetest berries are there 

in the highest heights.

never lose your luscious appetite!

Kiss the Stars Alight

Kiss the day, make it sing, 

let the bells in all the churches ring,

build the beacons to the sky,

let their glowing kiss the stars alight.

 

Oh love, love is here!

Love will never disappear,

Oh love, love is here,

Love will never disappear, Oh love.

 

With our wild scatterings

we have hidden many precious things,

here's the strength now, to explore,

Come on, dare to open every door,

 

Oh love, love is here!

Love will never disappear,

Oh love, love is here,

Love will never disappear, Oh love.

 

And if the lights that guide your way

should blink and vanish,

and if you stumble from the path

in deepest forest,

and if you think you're losing sight

of all you cherish,

I'll build a beacon to the night

and guide you home.

 

Kiss the day, hear it sing,

hear the bells in all the churches ring,

See the sky now, filled with gold

from the beacons all across the world,

 

Oh love, love is here!

Love will never disappear,

Oh love, love is here,

love will never disappear, oh love.

 

The King of Everything

It seems that you're a clever man,

you see things no one else can,

you feel things with your antenna,

you're the King of all Vienna,

But what if we two could swap sides?

You'd be dead, I'd be alive,

you'd be busy getting thin,

I would be the King of Everything.

This dreaming me, it's killing me!

(I can feel you wrap around me)

This dreaming me, it's killing me!

(You and your seduction theory)

Killing me!  Killing me!

(Drowning in unconscious memory)

It's killing me!

I watch you prod my memory,

pretending that you understand me,

How my world is closing in,

Soon I'll be the King of Everything!

This dreaming me, it's killing me!

(I can feel you wrap around me)

This dreaming me, it's killing me!

(You and your seduction theory)

Killing me!  Killing me!

(Drowning in unconcious memory)

It's killing me!

If everything I do has meaning,

I might have to lose my voice - again,

But I'm too busy getting thinner

to tease the King of all Vienna,

This dreaming me, it's killing me!

(I can feel you wrap around me)

This dreaming me, it's killing me!

(You and your seduction theory)

Killing me!  Killing me!

(Drowning in unconcious memory)

It's Killing me!

Whoops I think I lost my motivation

to live up to their expectation,
I've tumbled down in their esteem,
I will not pander to their dream.
I've fallen under their suspicion,
How dare we live without permission!
I should have listened all along,
So many people can't be wrong.......

Ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking bombs!

And you want to breathe, and you want to live,

and they take take take, and you give give give.

And you want to live and you want to feel,

still they take take take, then they steal steal steal.

So you close your eyes, you close your mind,

and you tick tick tick, and you tick tick tick.

You daren't stand out so you join the crowd

and you tick tick tick, you tick tick tick.

Feed the children lies with their apple pies,

let them be sucked in, oh they must fit in

and co-operate to maintain a state of insanity,

false security, and they're

Ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking bombs!

Whoops a massive wall hides the horizon,
and so we live inside a prison,
They've made a new flag of the future,
the eagle has become the vulture,
and there is talk of an explosion,
a tick tick tick tick tick solution,
So many people can be wrong........
And they've been ticking all along,

Ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking bombs!

The Vulture

Beautiful Creature, 
her shadow shimmers 'cross the water,
Oh, Beautiful Creature,
as the evening light grows softer, 
she doesn't see me as I watch her,
and I really want to touch her.....

Oh, senseless my heart beating!
when she smiles I feel my heart break,
Oh, senseless my heart beating,
and I don't think I can take it,
I will never ever forget,
how her eyes look in the sunset

Beautiful Creature,
Culmination of all nature,
Oh, Beautiful Creature,
like a 'beautiful' curator,
or a butterfly collector,
I only wanted to protect her.

Oh, senseless my heart beating!
I would never let her suffer,
Oh, senseless my heart beating,
I'd be hers for ever after!
She would never want another,
she'll be beautiful forever.

Beautiful Creature,
How your touch has made me quiver,
Oh, Beautiful Creature,
we'll walk softly by the river,
and hope this night goes on forever,
and spend eternity together,

Oh, senseless my heart beating!
She can't be mine forever after,
Oh, senseless my heart beating,
and I could never let her suffer,
so I gave her to the river,
she'll be beautiful forever,


Beautiful Creature,
lying still now in the water.

Beautiful Creature

This is the last photograph of Claudia Dierks taken by her friend Hildegarde on June 23rd 1979 in Twistringen, Germany. She was later found floating in the river. The police never found the young man who she followed into the forest.

Has it come to this?
You say war is bliss,
never mercenary in her love for me,
When you saw me die,
was she your alibi?
She left her perfume here,
it's in the atmosphere.

Now I'm full of ire,
and I'm full of iron,
veins full of bloody rust,
guts full of cosmic dust,
Still I pull on my boots,
pull on my overcoat,
kiss the Earth farewell,
drag myself from hell,

One boot, one boot in front of the other,
this world vowed to keep me forever,
but I am free to create a new galaxy of light

.

I am heading West,
an unwelcome guest,
to say war is bliss,
give a bloody kiss,
Will you be the host
of an unwelcome ghost?


I have lots to tell
of my march through hell,

And I'm the ghost of you!
And I feel like you!
Veins of bloody rust,
guts of cosmic dust,
so pull on your boots!
pull on your overcoat,
and we'll march away
to a new galaxy,

One boot, one boot, in front of the other,
your world vowed to keep you forever,
but you are free to create your own galaxy of light.

The Raven

So I could try to build an army,
but then, fighting's not my nature,
although I think I have a duty
to shape the pattern of the future,
and I think I am right,
yes all my ideas are sound,
so what if there's a tiny niggle
hidden

in the cellars of your mind?

We should put it all behind us,
all that nonsense and palaver,
Come, let's sip our schokolade
as we gaze across the Oder,
Do you think I am right?
Or am I aiming too high?
If I'm honest, I would hate to see the glint
of schadenfreude in your eyes.

Mad men on holiday,
scheming our lives away,
enjoying the cabaret
of mad men on holiday.

Well there's exciting times ahead now,
there's so much I want to show you.
Forget Montmartre in the springtime,
let's go wild in Mogadishu!
Just think of the fun
under an African sun
I'll show you how to kill a lion
or some other creatures

with your hired gun.

Mad men on holiday,
scheming our lives away,
enjoying the cabaret
of mad men on holiday.
Mad men on holiday,
scheming our lives away,
enjoying the cabaret
of mad men on holiday.

Mad Men

on Holiday

A star was born of emptiness,
of poverty and childhood loss and struggle.
Is there any wonder she became a lost girl?

Deep inside the darkest night of restless sleeping

I can feel a tremble, the tiniest of rumbles,
the coming of the lost girl.

She's shiny, she's a real vedette,
she's me, but I'm not ready yet,
She broke free of her oubliette,
I whistle so she won't forget I'm here,
clinging to her memory.

I fall but then she throws me high,
I'm shining in the Northern sky,
and when I think that it's a lie
she really moves me, and I cry a tear
borrowed from her memory.
From last year, or sometime from last century,

Oh, all the times
she sang songs that made them change their minds,
she was magnificent!
I watched her fly,
the bravest sparrow in a hostile sky,
She was magnificent!

She's shiny, she's a real vedette,
She's me but I'm not ready yet,
She broke free of her oubliette,
I whistle so she won't forget I'm here,
clinging to her memory,

I fall but then she throws me high,
I'm shining in the Northern sky,
and when I think that it's a lie,
she really moves me and I cry a tear,
borrowed from her tragedy,
and it's clear
that she wants to give her strength to me.

Oh, my Vedette,
shining in the sky of no regret,
I don't think I'm ready yet.
Oh, my Vedette,
remembering the magic night we met,
and your eyes were black as jet,
Vedette, what if I'm not ready yet?
Vedette, sing to me of no regrets,
Vedette, I don't think I'm ready yet.

Vedette

Bittersweet Bastard

Bittersweet Bastard, my love,

holds forever in his eyes,

and the bullet that I gave him,

he keeps next to his heart,

It's a dangerous world

so we live dangerous lives,

and it's Bittersweet Bastard

who is keeping me alive.

I'm not what you think I am

if you think it makes no sense,

I am good or I am bad,

can you see the difference?

It's a balance every day

on the scale of 'should I be?'

That's why Bittersweet Bastard 

said he fell in love with me.

Bittersweet Bastard, my love,

sees forever in my eyes

and if the balance starts to shift,

he'll put a bullet in my heart,

It's a dangerous world

so we live dangerous lives,

and it's Bittersweet Bastard

who is keeping me alive.

 

Sparks

Fireworks and fires reflected in your eyes

we're both scared and happy,

and it's really wonderful.

Walking home at last, vehicles whooshing past,

but we're in a bubble,

and it's really magical,

Our thumping hearts, in the dark, hold sparks,

and it's really magical

and when we are on fire,

see our sparks ignite, catch and burn bright,

watch us as we shoot them down in flames!

And we know where we're going to.

As we're heading West, the wilder everything gets,

but we're scared of no one,

and it's really wonderful.

The suns about to set, we wave it over the edge,

mesmerised by purple,

and it's really magical,

Our thumping hearts, in the dark, hold sparks,

and it's really magical!

And when we are on fire,

see our sparks ignite, catch, then burn bright,

watch us as we shoot them down in flames!

And we really know where we're going to.

Look at me, Darling, see the sparks ignite,

fluttering brightly like fireflies in the night,

Look at me, Darling, and see the sparks ignite,

bursting like fireworks, all purple in the night!

And people say we mosey like we're cocky outlaws,

Yes I'll be your Sundance Kid,

cos you're really wonderful!

You can share my bed, the last slice of my bread,

the inside of my head,

cos you're really magical!

Our thumping hearts, in the dark, hold sparks,

and it's really magical.

And when we are on fire

see our sparks ignite, catch and burn bright,

watch us as we shoot them down in flames!

And we really know where we're going to.

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