Don’t you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you’re not one of the smart onesSay it darlingDoesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honeyFrom the automatic lover’s storeTo the first floor of your backroom doorFrom the spin-spin of the fickle swirlIn a freak-freak dance […]
Tag Archives: Lyrics by Theatre Of Tragedy
Samantha
Cede the wherefores and do na chide,Maybe I am peenging – ween of joy;Cede the wherefores and do na chide –Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ‘gal. Riddance,Sith the one.
Radio
Electric broadcastThe new transmission wavesTurn the dialTransistor radioThe deadpan voice I want to hearRecieve the newsRecieve the tunesWe’ve tuned in to the ether melodyIt’s bright and clear and full of energyMusic won’t stopElectro popCommercial workshopI want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme On the radio nowEther melody newsFor you and me […]
Machine
Look up hereLook down thereI am the new manI’m tangled in wiresChipset adeptMemory loadKeep your vogue code that all haveTomorrow’s world we’ve all seenKeep your modern waysAnd keep your bugsThe Metal Man is here to stay Talk talkYou say I only work, all night and dayTalk talkDo say ‘Use me, I’m cheap to rent’ ComputerisedVoice […]
Fair And Guiling Copesmate Death
"Gaunt and gnarl’dReflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast,And with haste translateth to gild’d black post and fast.""Anon – anon, say I! – the lid aside,Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, "Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,‘Tis and hath e’er been merry blood […]
Image
You act a pansy, pushoverDo live your fancy, go lowerWho is that, something says your nameYou seem chancy, moreoverThe call is mine I’m gonna get you upI’m gonna get on topThe call is mine On the skew, you’re dancing all overYou are the anti-fashion statementIn a blue suit, orange pulloverYou look like my old dog […]
City Of Light
High-rise buildingsLow cost apartmentsFinancial districtIndustrial areaRows of blue collarsSteelworkers’ clink-clangMetal rhythm left and rightThis is the city, city of light FlickerClick onClick offClick onThe faceless menThe machines of the city 6 p.m. whistleNext the inner citySmiling grimey facesTea at the local pubLow-cut dressesHigh-spirited workersSizzling neon-lights, click onThis is the city, city of light FlickerClick onClick […]
A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal
Behold a jocund morn indeed! –Sun on high – birds in sky.Yonder the whist firth eathing,Fro where a gale erranteth. Ye beholdest but the shadow. That is a lie!Mayhap a tithe of trothplight – Lief I am not!I deem – e’er and anon! My words are but a twist.Tis a feigned lie through loathing,I say!To […]