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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

BIANCA SMILES
You came to me upon Aphrodite's wave
As white as the foam your dark eyes ablaze
You caressed my heart in your perfect hands
You could have saved my life with your loving plans
And the angels sing when my world of love reblooms
Then my sweet, sweet Bianca smiles

You come to me in the deepest of dreams
A love like blood drowned in passion's streams
You ease my pain with your pretty face
And my emotions melt with your warm embrace
And the angels sing and my sleep meanders to heaven
When my sweet, sweet Bianca smiles

My empty world is a barren tract
My tortured soul lies upon the rack
Open your heart and let me in
I adore my sweet, sweet Bianca

Come to me tomorrow in a new world of love
This phoenix will rise up on the soaring dove
If you place your heart in my loving hands
If you see my dreams with your precious glance
And the angels sing if you remember your desires
Then my sweet, sweet Bianca loves, forever

Forever
Forever
Forever

BRINKMANSHIP
There's a signpost by a bone-bleached road
Yonder lies a picnic where the pacifists have blown
The greenhouse effect looks foolish and Ghandi's slip is shown
A terror stricken snake is winding westward

A group of gluttonous kings cower in the shade
Weaving a conspiracy behind the outlaw's blade
Underneath the emir's tent, insurance is at hand
A mushroom for the wear-worn, trampled in the sand

A gift wrapped up in graft, from the rabbis and the boards
This and many other things, the Mediterranean shores
A boy picks up a stone, he hurls it to the sun
The merchant grins to reassure the crowd cries 'guns, guns, guns'

And when the smoke has cleared, the cauterisation done
Revulse the kind of slaughter not seen under this sun
Disasters come and disasters go and this one fouls the air
Generals from the leech brigade kiss each other's rear

The forgotten dead are many, and truth is in Zaire
But ringmasters cannot resolve collapsing inner air
The streamer and motorcade and empty boasts of yore
While lowlife write their autos and bestselling bios roar

But movie stars are small change, in the historic corridor
Planets spin and volcanoes spew, in the interstellar storm
And as the cowboy inspects his gun, its mechanics and its powder
The interlopers trade away while plotting for the hour

DESOLATION DESIREE
Ouch! You hurt. Hot coals underfoot. A blackened shell.
Climax in the dirt. You left me broken. I keeep on ringing.
Sadist to every, every, every, every, man

Television image. Paranormal visage. Haunt me to my grave.
In every gloomy bar. Backseat, backseat of the car.
In every waking hour. Something harkens back.

You desolate my days, you violate my soul, my body is your carcass
Back in the dustbowl, back in the dustbowl

And I keep on ringing, an answer keeps on stinging, no one by that name here
Back in the dustbowl, back in the dustbowl

Shit! You burn. Needles in my heart. Another turn.
You left the country. Or changed your, changed your name.
I keep on ringing. Death-wish to every every . . .

You desolate my days, desecrate my desire, my body is your carcass
Back in the dustbowl, back in the dustbowl

And I keep on ringing, an answer keeps on stinging, no one by that name here
Back in the dustbowl, back in the dustbowl

Desolation Desiree, I wanna tell you, wanna tell, but I'm movin' on
I want Desolation yeah, yeah, yeah, next please, next please

JAZINTA SHOOT
I plead with you my baby, my demonic preening baby
You've fractured space and time, let blood rain from the sky
I kneel before your breast, merciless your sweet caress

Our vows like ancient rites, our passion sacrificed
On the steppes of our souls over the valley of compulsion
On the way, on the way, on the way, on the way to ecstasy

I rely on you Jazinta, my god-like child of winter
How much danger you embrace, your soft mesmeric lake
I lay my body down, your breadth and arms surround

Bodies in primitive ritual, enraptured individuals
Fortress of depravity, a love like anti-gravity
On the way, on the way, on the way, on the way to ecstasy

KINGS OF THE MOUNTAINS
We are the kings of the mountains
We are the men in the high castles
We were born to rule the earth
How come we're living like slaves. Fools!

We, the ploughmen are the overlords
We sign our destiny with a circular sword
We must take balance on the biggest wave
Not breathelessly chasin' after the sun, sun

I am the bayonet, you are the walrus, we are the stairway beyond
The door has opened again

We are the women, who could drag Ulysses down
The hammer of the gods lies smashed upon the ground
We are the embryonic future of our time
World collision is the reason to the rhyme, reason

We the artisans, the common man alike
Can smell the funeral pyre alight
Feed the flames with kerosene and coke
We are the architects of spiral city hope

I am the musket, you are the sweet child, united our future is strong
The door is open again

LAST AURORA
And where is the last aurora, right in the lap of the gods
Here is a final statement, heaven knows the place where I belong
Even if the monkey knows the score, everybody wants to play along
Everybody needs ot beat there . . .

Drown in your little home, that's what you bring to me
Drown in your little dream, that's what you give, give, give
Die with your jealous heart, that's how we live, live, live, live
Live, live, live, live live, live, live, live

And shine with your final hurrah, ride on the back of a whale
Here is a curtain and a swansong, heaven knows the place that I have come to
Heaven let the monkey through the door, every clown who ever sang a song
Every genius needs to keep their . . .

Swim in your little home, that'ts what we need to do
Swim with your little dream, that's what you say, say, say
Live with your jealous heart, that's what we have to do
Have to do Have to do

LOVE IS FOG
Oh my love you're earthy but I don't mean to have you for a short while
Oh my love it seems to me there's something very special in your mouth and your eyes
Oh my love you owe, but you don't own me, you won't own me for a short while
Green is the sea, gold is the man that stands by your side

(Chorus)
Gotta get a message of love, message of love, message of love to you
I don't need this hole in the head, hole in the head, hole in the head from you, you
Silence impedes a message of love, silence impedes my message of love to you

Oh the world is turning and time waits for no man nor woman's mind
And if you spare a moment, remember to release your secret desires
Oh my love you hurt, but you won't hurt me, you won't hurt me, no not this time round
Blue is the dky, tunnelled is the road, the traffic flies

(Chorus)

Tethered in both beds, face it either way, you know you need me
Turn me into stone, look into your shadow, there you'll see me
Love is fog

(Chorus)

MARY'S GARDEN
Just take a step outside and leave your thoughts behind
The kaleidoscopic world is refracted in your mind
From shimmering velvet sails to Halley's Comet tails
All whisper quietly as you make your way

And while daffodils enquire, through the intersteller wire
A maze of odours penetrate the air
From silver trumpet horns, to Ursa Minor spores
All greet you, down in Mary's garden

Children's screams are heard by the fuchsia and the fern
Chasing butterflies of cosmic grains of sand
And all that one admires, is a radiant wheel afire
The burning quasars pollenate away

Take a step beyond the lawn, to an ethereal dawn
Behold the marigold and portulaca spire
Planets filled with dust, grow roses filled with lust
Out along the path of Mary's garden

A century has passed and jungle supplants grass
The spirit still remains eternal
Laughing in the trees and Saturn's stinging bees
Still endure her ageless garden

SCHWARZENEGGER IS FINISHED
The illusion is over the shelves are empty
Of legendary slayers, the science fiction store
The crystal ball gazing, the super city razing
Comic impersonations are swept right out the door
Cyborg or a martian desert, sign him in his dreams
Heaven hold him again, heaven hold him again
Heaven hold him again

The age is terminating, the stage disintegrating
The cinematic action, the violence and the gore
Open all the shutters, enter all the players
Pick up all the pieces the artistry abounds
Sign the star for a thousand years, direct him in his sleep
Cameras rolling again, cameras rolling again
Heaven hold him again

He's never hurt, he's never hurt, he's never, ever, ever hurt

SPLIT
As schisms go, the split is complete
Decisive in its nature, a clear and open street
The magnitude, the vicissitude are there for all to see
The paralells are straight and drawn, from nineteen hundred and three

From the west and from the north, the banner is, is upheld
From every corner of the globe this theory plainly spelt
The rebirth, the mountain girth
The bind of human wealth

The dissenters, the many splinters, flounder in the quicksand
The imposter and and the demagogue offer an ingracious lying hand
Radicals of many hew, panic at a scale so grand

A beam of light, a plateau, a faded blazing genius show
A ripple from a blacksmith's shops
A compass from the very top
All these are at hand, yes the split was a vision ground

Like the ancestors of modern man
The war is waged and the plan is planned

TRANSYLVANIA TWIST
She's a fossil wrapped up in a latex shroud
She's Hurman Munster's sister, with an aneamic heart
She rattles when she walks, and if that makes you swoon
Her smile is gonna drain the life from every mother's womb

Her face a deathly white, a witch's beauty in her jaw
The yellow mantled incisors keep you coming back for more

She utters guttural moans like packs of dying wolves
Her pallid fractured talons have got you by the core
Creamed like never before

And when she opens up for Jo-Jo, a rancid dampness fills the air
Heaven help the foolish when her flesh begins to crawl
She's a whiskey sour with acid, a mill with rotting grist
She's a gin and tonic breakfast, with a Transylvania Twist

She won't eat the food of mortals, she shakes the gods with fear
She fouls the planet's orbits with her vacuum ear to ear
Obsession is her staple diet her garb a tattered sack
Nothing saves the senseless man, her bones are in his back
The guardians are spitting chips, they make their bed and lie
In permanent reside she plagues and turns their hair to grey
She lives in nooks and crannies and nauseates the walls
Weeping angels look down upon and spit on one and all
Spit on one and all

And when finally she turns a grave, our tale is fully told
She sharpens up her trusty claws, then heads begin to roll
She's a vodka in a broken glass, a withered gangrenous wrist
She's tequila in your bloodsteam, a Transylvania Twist

WIDE PSYCHE
I'm in your eys and you glow it, I like the way that you flow with
The intensity, the strain, ideas that light the day
I'm in the culture your grow with

I'm in your veins and you know it, the sculptor chips away, the palette is well worn
The dancer, the playwright, the poet
The dancer, the playwright, the poet
Mozart and Liszt, Rubens inflicts, the symphony and canvas still persists
Orwell and Brecht infect and inject, I'm in your psyche and you show it

You're gonna resist? You fool no one. Where love has gone I reap and hone
The sign is despair, or greying of hair, play for your life
Ah your cerebrum you stroke it, ah your cerebrum you stroke it

Forgive me for imposing upon you, but there are many who suffer this fate
The addict of rampant creation, the slave of high imagination
I'm in your actions and you flow it, you're rigid, quixotic, you're stoic
The speaker defines away, the marksman aims the day
The orator, the singer, the poet
The orator, the singer, the poet

Razor sharp wit, the comedian constricts, the lecturer, the barker, the politic
Direct and react, by and by
I am your soul if you want it

WILD
There's a chill wind blowin' in my hair
A voices rises up through the depths of despair
A still heart is stirring, in its grave
The impulse is instant at the sound of your name
Your black kiss is deadly, but it sets me free
These are the days that run wild, our love is wild, wild

Wild rivers are falling from my eyes
Your voice lifts me up, to touch the sky
You know, our love lies deep in the motherlode
Its crash forms a scar like the Jovian stones
Your black hair is blowin' and it soothes my mind
These are the days that run wild, our love is wild, wild

Touch me with your nakedness, I'll cover you with
all the world's emotions and your fortune drips with quivering
devotions and the night comes down again
Lean on my forever with our faces joined together
and it's you, me, eternity

I stand at the crossroads with gun in hand
You whisper the word to a reborn man
You want to step with me to the edge of our lives
No one comes close to a love in the twilight
Your push is the torture that will set me free
These are the days that run, these are the days that run,
These are the days that run wild

WISH MY WELL
(I'm just a dyin' for) I'm just a dying' for the serum to begin to swell
(And if it hurts some more) And if it hurts some more, well we've all got to live in hell
And when the thunder comes tomorrow, will the sun beat upon my door
Baby blows a fuse and then baby hits that great big wall
Baby light my wick, baby smell the death of law

I am in a desert, drownin' in my dreams
Flanked by lonely corridors of psychedelic fear
And its so much better when you're cast into the wishing well
Withstand the burning moments and you leap into the fields of hell

Scintillating senses are your final reward
Give me back some years and I'll bless this sacred sword, when you wish my well
Wish my well, wish my well, wish my well

Tune your love to celibacy, tune your love to greed
Tune your love to something else, but it won't change how we
feel, you say it's over, burn out dangerously
Burn out your creativity, and there is naught but me

(I'm just a prayin' for) I'm just a prayin' for the penny to begin to fall
(And if the sandwich comes) and if the sandwich comes, there's aspirin in the medicine draw
Opportunity knows no sorrow, nor do the ravages of war
Circuit broken baby, lyin' on the bedroom floor
Recharge your batteries baby, and taste the scientific law

I am in a desert, drownin' in my dreams
Flanked by lonely corridors of psychedelic fear
And its so much better when you're cast into the wishing well
Withstand the burning moments and you leap into the fields of hell

Scintillating senses are your final reward
Give me back some years and I'll bless this sacred sword, when you wish my well
Wish my well, wish my well, wish my well

Tune your love to celibacy, tune your love to greed
Tune your love to something else, but it won't change how we
feel, you say it's over, burn out dangerously
Burn out your creativity, and there is naught but me

WORLD CULTURE
A visionary culture of one eighty degrees
A permanent plan devoid of currency disease
A borderless tract of all the planet's lands
Freedom to live and breath, every woman, every man
An art of mighty struggle, a science of the same
Banded in a labour, traditional, future strain
Come and join together, sing and dance the word
Power is the trigger, for our culture of the world
A concept for everyone, free speech and free demand
Blazoned on the battlefield, every woman, every man
Withering of supersition, death of greed and war
Technologicial liberty, no transaction in the store
Assignments of any choice, equal of body and of mind
Emancipation of creation, in every worker's time
Grow and fuse together, articulate the word
Tomorrow lies, tomorrow lies, the culture of the world

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