Bauhaus( 包浩斯 ) Swing The Heartache[The Bbc Sessions]

1.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


2.Telegram Sam

Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam
You're my main man

Golden nose slim
Golden nose slim
I know's where you been

Purple pie Pete
Purple pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning
Girls melt in the heat

Telegram Sam
You're my main man
(x2)

Bobby's alright
Bobby's alright
He's a natural-born poet
He's just outta sight

Jungle-faced Jake
Jungle-faced Jake
I say make no mistake
About Jungle-faced Jake

Automatic shoes
Automatic shoes
Give me 3-D vision
And the California blues

Me I funk
But I don't care
I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair

Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam
I'm a howlin' wolf for you


3.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
I dare- you- you


4.The Spy In The Cab

Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's sick function to pry
The spy in the cab

Coldly observing- callously reserving
A drivers time
Automated autonomy
Playing on his mind
The spy in the cab

The spy in the cab

An eye for an eye
A spy for an eye
An eye for an eye
A spy for a spy

A twenty-four hour unblinking watch
Installed to pry
Installed to cop
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab

I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my
Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy


5.In The Flat Field

A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calmer eye- flick- shudder- within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Yin and Yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Let me catch the slit of light
For a maiden's sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Picadilly whores
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste


6.St. Vitus Dance

Back in the good old dance when dancing meant exploding
The idea was simple for a decent overloading
And for a multiple flash with no cords attached
He came up with a more remote flash trigger
It's connected to an accessory in his hip
Which automatically fires in perfect synchro
But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle
They call it the dance
It's the St. Vitus dance
Such flexibility
What an accessory
See his soft bounce
What flexibility
Such a soft bounce
What an accessory

And for special effects he has six filters
Three coloured red with the others pilfered
And if you really want to know what that means
He could throw a blue flash from eighty-five feet
Of course you might want to check out your own little output
So we devised a few simple and easy to crack contortions
So you can bump and scrape all the day through
With the dance.
It's the St. Vitus dance, the St. Vitus dance
Such flexibility
What an accessory
Such a soft bounce
What flexibility
Such a soft bounce
Check his hot shoe
Feel his output
He's a light machine, see his angle
He's a light machine


7.In Fear Of Fear

You fear the lesson
And fear to walk
And fear to pass on
Your fear to talk

The teacher was feared
Your parents too
Then you became
The fear of you

Fear

Look to yourself
Climb over the wall
And see behind
That you're not so small
Then you won't blame fear
When competing's too much
As you fall on your back
As you fail to touch

Fear

And I say to you
When your fear is strong
When you fear your life
Then your fear is wrong
Set free your past
So shredding the skin
Then you won't fear
The fear of sin

Fear


8.Poison Pen

Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk
From my last cold-turkey attack

I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
The can or sterno red

I wait
And I wait
Spread-eagled
Half dead

Waiting for my man
(x8)

I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall
For the black man's stacatto knock knocking
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show

Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Off my back
Off my back
Off my back


9.Party Of The First Part(From'The Devil And Daniel Mouse')

Who are you？

My card, pretty lady.

Devil May-Care Music Production, Beelzebub Scratch, President.

I like your style, too bad you're not a singer.

Oh, but I am, I am a singer!

Hmm, no fooling.

No, no listen...

Fantastic, different.

I want to be a star, of please!

You've talked me into it. Contract!
Just our standard contract, nothing fancy.

Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your
name in lights.

Take your time, read it all.

Oh, I give up. Can I trust you？
Ok, I'll sign.

Write!

Where's the ink？

We always use- blood, it's more permanent.

Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for Dad？

Oh, sure, I'll be back next year. Come on, Wease.

Next year？! Oh wait, wait, stop. I'll sign.
What about a band... I know a drummer.

She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview.
The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly.

How do you feel about your sudden success？

Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know.
It's like, fabulous. Lonely, too, sometimes.

Oh, that's nice.

This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock!
You're at the top now, sweetie.

Yeah, but where do I go from here？

Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain.

No, I didn't mean that, wait!

I've been waiting, now it's my turn.

No.

According to our contract, at precisely midnight, at the moment
of her greatest triumph,
the party of the first part, that's you, agrees to render up her
soul now and forever more
to the party of the second part, that's me.
Shall we go？


10.Departure

He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite
side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which
the door was made
At first, he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been out of place with the other
strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again
Only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency
So pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch

The latch became a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his
emotions
His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone
in peace or save his already destroyed
You cannot share, the temperature is rising
The ghost and monkeys make a choice
This...
This...

He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets
once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in
familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a
repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete
outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the
shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely
held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leaves
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies,
the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find
the safety of their mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his
middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister tones
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination.
All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded


11.Three Shadows Part II

Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind, of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss

Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes, at me

But I will always exist
Because I always exist
Damn good too

The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty

And Oedipus Rex complexes
...riddle my closed bloated breast


12.Silent Hedges

Following the silent hedges
Needing some other kind of madness
Looking into purple eyes
Sadness at the corners
Works of art with a minimum of steel

Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade
Going to hell again
Going to hell again

Self confidence leaks
From a thousand wounds
Faults of civilization
Burning the private paradise of dreams
Minus hands of the electric clock
Clock x3

What happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated？

Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade
Going to hell again
Going to hell again
Again x3


13.Swing The Heartache

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whipcream lies
I feel that if I had been uglier
It would have been easier

There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat
And said 'the rat'
I now possess quasi success

But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake


14.Third Uncle

There were tims
There was pork
There are legs
There are skarks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you

There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are Turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
They're in you
Then there was you

Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you
It looks tight on you


15.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


16.Terror Couple Kill Colonel

His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three shots from three feet
Dragged himself to the phone

Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel

And as he lay there
Playing games with his pain
He felt his choice of jobs
Was such a mistake
He could have been a doctor
In a soft easy chair
In stead he chose three stars
A territorial affair

Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel

In his West German home
In his West German home
In his West German home


17.Night Time

Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed
There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day
Trying to earn some money so I can go and play

In the night time
I said night time
It's the night time
Oh that's the right time
I want to be with you in the night time

I come home from work now I'm tired and I'm beat
Trying to make some supper but I can't have any heat
I jump in the shower wash the world off my back
I'm going to get my baby that's a natural fact

In the night time
I said night time
It's the night time
Oh that's the right time
I want to be with you in the night time

Move a little closer let me whisper in your ear
Just turn your radio up and you'll hear what I'm saying
Half a million people with nothing to say
Running round in circles they're just living their days
Stick with me baby, I'll show you how to fly
We'll make some real music, watch the world go by

In the night time
I said night time
It's the night time
Oh that's the right time
I want to be with you in the night time


18.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