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domingo, 26 de junho de 2022

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Slowdive


Get your head down to the ground
Shake it all around, a dirty sound
Put your knees into your face
And see if you can race, real slow
It's a slowdive, when you die slow
Oh, it's a low jive, do the slowdive

Now you jump back like a hound
Emit a howling sound
Dig those limbs into the floor
And holler out for more

And you revel in the dips
When your backbone slips
Taking honeysuckle sips
From your rolling hips
It shifts and it shifts
It's a slowdive, when you die slow
When you come alive it's a low jive
Do the slowdive

sábado, 3 de março de 2018

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Painted Bird



On lead poisoned wings, you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy oh, oh no mercy

Painted bird, it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve

Painted bird, it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve

The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills they make a din
In laughing unison, you're Hitchcock carrion
In laughing unison, you're Hitchcock carrion
Carry on

Painted bird, it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve

Painted bird, it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve

I hear your sorrow, may lose tomorrow
You'll lose you sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design, oh there's no more sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

Have you heard about the painted bird
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve

We've lost our sorrow, now it's tomorrow, tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow, sorrow
We've lost our sorrow

Now we're painted birds
Mocking that twisted nerve
It's absurd, it's absurd, painted bird

sexta-feira, 26 de junho de 2015

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Melt!



You are the melting men
You are the situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide... in sex

So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny deaths
So melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!

You are the melting men
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed (in lace and blood and sperm)

Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline...and devotion

So melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!

Can you see?
See into the back of a long, black car
Pulling away from the funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting...

terça-feira, 30 de setembro de 2014

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Cascade



Oh the air was shining
Shining like a wedding ring
Barbed like sex
I felt 10,000 volts
My chest was full of eels
Pushing through my usual skin
I opened up new wounds
Pouting, shouting

Oh love - like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh love-lorn victims laughing
Laughing in cascades

The sun was rich
Rich with a song of sin
My breath melted my words
Into strange alphabets
Tormenting my tongue
Pouting, shouting

The heartbeats were echoing
Echoing the revolver
Emptying into my mouth
I pulled a face from my pocket
And smiled a leper's grin
I felt somebody close
Pouting, shouting

terça-feira, 22 de maio de 2012

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Obsession



Do you hear this breath?
It's an obsessive breath
Can you feel this beat?
It's an obsessive heart beat
Waiting to be joined with its obsession

I close my eyes
But I can't sleep
The thin membrane can't veil
The branded picture of you

The signs and signals show
The traffic lights say go
Again you baffle me
Pretending not to see me

I broke into your room
I broke down in my room
Touched your belongings there
And left a lock of my hair
Another sign for you

You screamed into my face
Get the hell out of my place
Another sign for me?
Can you forgive me?
For not understanding your ways

You know sometimes you take it all too far
Then i remember it's a game between you and me
A divine test for us two
It's all in my imagination
Yes they even say that our mission
Is only my obsession

Do you hear this breath?
It's an oppressive breath
Suffocating in the poison of your obsession
can you feel this beat?
It's a possessive beat
Your pulse stops in the claws of your obsession

The signs and signals show
The traffic lights say go
Again you baffle me
Pretending not to see me