Peter Murphy - Loctaine

Words are just
Broken up
The singer's tones
Now flowing flow
In your eyes
In your words
In your heart
A flowing flow

Words are broken up
The singer's tones
A flowing flow
Lips like wings
A troubled day
Is disquiet
Lips like wings

Loctaine
The' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him

He believed
In a safety that was not there
Loctaine
Detect alone
All straight the crowds

Loctaine
The' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him

Loctaine
The' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him

Loctaine
Your words are broken up
The singer's tones
Outward flowing flow
Over into ears
Over into eyes
Deeper into chest

Loctaine
Detold
Loctaine

Loctaine
The' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him

Loctaine
The' Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him

Loctaine
Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him

Peter Murphy - I Am My Own Name

I am my own name
I am my own
I am my own name, my own name
My own name
My own name
I am

No thin pixie
White and drawn
No shaded shadow
No monk head shorn
No jaded shock star
Or blackened thorn
No heathen cynic
No lover scorned

A seeking searcher
A shifting shape
A spirit lifter
Where the sea doth break
I fought the misers pawn to king
Where death drew sick
I call out the ring
Move and shimmer
In the magical dust
Swing the lanterns of the Sacred

I am my own name
I am my own

I am my own name
My own name
My own name
My own name
I am

I fought the misers
Pawn to king
Where death drew out
Call out The Ring
Move shimmer in the magical dust
Swing the lanterns at the sacred Musk

No pixie, nor white and drawn
No shaded shadow
No monk head shorn
No jaded shock star

No blackened thorn
No...
Seeking searcher
Shifting shape

I am my own
I am my own name
I am my own name
I am my own name

How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around
How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around here

I am my own
I am my own
I am my own

I am my own
I am my own
I am my own name
I am my own

How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around
How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around here

I am my own name

Peter Murphy - Holy Clown

Whether you have an inner judge
Or an amassed altered jury
This is no crown
This is no glory
This is no crown

Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown

This was a battered son
Nor high in stature
Of culture absorbed inside your head
Some part of you is fooled
Some heart of you is fooled
This is no crown

Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown

Call on the banners
Spin on the spinner judge
Out of the rut gutters

Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown

Call on the banners
Spin out the spinner judge
Out of the rut gutters
Call on the banners
Spin with the spinner's judge
Out of the rut gutters
Find your Holy
Find your Holy
Clown

Peter Murphy - Lion

Toward the leaves
Scattered brushed
Long brown leadened
Swirl of haze trodden
The spring garden
Merges with
Merges down
With the forgotten

Flowers. Fawn, shadows mere
On a puppet horizon
We want that lion
On our skin
The best of the set we think we've gotten

As if we possess
That we would rise
To a Master's height
A worse sublime
When the tattooist claws in
And starts his trace
We grimacing and cry "foul"

Flowered forn, shadows, mere
On a puppet horizon
We want that lion
On our skin
The best of the set we think we've gotten

Save only the lion's tail
The pain of imprint not what we thought
The lion safe from knotted claws
Is not what we've forgotten

Towards that wall
Of scattered brush
Long and proud
Forgotten
Swirl of haze
Swirl of trust
The spring garden
That we've trodden

Flower, forna, shadows mere
On a puppet horizon
We want that lion traced on our skin
The best of set we think we've gotten