Siouxsie And The Banshees - Running Town

Just a step onto the street
On an uncomfortable heat
Rattlers at your feet
In running town

Helter-skelter all a-swelter
The impetus is seething
In running town

A thousand curses
Full speed ahead

Lockjaw aggression
And buzzing irritations
Deride the friendly martian
In running town

Helter-skelter all a-swelter
The impetus is seething
In running town

A thousand curses
Full speed ahead

If you gaze into her face
She'll glare back and drown
All refugees in the sea
In running town

A thousand curses
Full speed ahead
Full speed ahead...

Laughter rebounds and strangles that sound
In running town

In running town...

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Bring Me The Head Of The Preacher Man

Following desire in your eyes
You're mine, you're mine all mine
Following the signs in your mind
You're mine, you're mine, all mine

Bring me the head of the preacher
Man in the sickening daze
O, the rotting sun washes down
The moonshine boys, the vultures drool

They pluck the gold dust from his eyes
And pick his bones until they're clean
The book of sorrows, the American dreams
Bring me the head of the preacher man

On the blazing trail
Heaven holds lone star promise El Dorado
The insane theater, once more we rise
To drain the last of liquid sleep

The gift of chance
Eating the worm as the vapor drops and dances
And everything stops and dances
Bring me the head of the preacher man
We tumble down these lonely days

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

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Rhapsody

In the soil of our sadness

Hear our hearts bell a serenade

A faint choir tenderly shaping

A lament... a hollow refuge

In the blood of the twinkling sky

Breathing in air drunk dry

There was once a time of rapture

All is lost... a pale gleaming

Across this crooked land

Runs a crooked man

Our loved ones die

Under the hammer

Of the soviet sun

Nothing can erase this night

But there's still light with you

Rhapsody...

And if we can never see the sun

There's still light with you

Rhapsody...

And I have seen all I want to

And I have felt all I want to

Rhapsody...

But we can dream all we want to

We can dream all we want to

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Kiss Them For Me

It glittered and it gleamed

For the arriving beauty queen

A ring and a car

Now you're the prettiest by far

No party she'd not attend

No invitation she wouldn't send

Transfixed by the inner sound

Of your promise to be found, oh

Nothing or no one

Will ever make me let you down

Kiss them for me, I may be delayed

Kiss them for me, if I am delayed

It's divoon, oh, it's serene

In the fountain's pink champagne

Someone carving their devotion

In the heart-shaped pool of fame, oh

Nothing or no one

Will ever make me let you down

Kiss them for me, I may be delayed

Kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh

On the road to New Orleans

A spray of stars hit the screen

As the tenth impact shimmered

The forbidden candles beamed, oh

Kiss them for me, I may be delayed

Kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

Kiss them for me, kiss them for me

Kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

Kiss them for me, kiss them for me

Kiss them for me, I may be delayed

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Mirage

I'm just a vision on your TV screen

Just something conjured from a dream

Seen thro' your x-ray eyes,

A see-thro' scene

The image is no images

It's not what it seems.

My limbs are like palm trees

Swaying in no breeze

My body's an oasis

To drink from as you please

I'm not seeing what I'm meant to believe in

Your non excuse for human being.

It's not plain to see

That I'm playing with me

A photo-fit of loose ends, framed in 3-D

Seen thro' your x-ray eyes,

A see-thro' scene

The image is no images

It's not what it seems

Siouxsie And The Banshees - The Passenger

I am the passenger

And I ride and I ride

I ride through the city's backside

I see the stars come out of the sky

Yeah the bright and hollow sky

You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger

I stay under glass

I look through my window so bright

I see the stars come out tonight

I see the bright and hollow sky

Over the city's ripped backside

And everything looks good tonight

Singing...

Get into the car

We'll be the passenger

We'll ride through the city tonight

We'll see the city's ripped backsides

We'll see the bright and hollow sky

We'll see the stars that shine so bright

Stars made for us tonight

Oh the passenger

How how he rides

Oh the passenger

He rides and he rides

He looks through his window

What does he see

He sees the sign and hollow sky

He sees the stars come out tonight

He sees the city's ripped backsides

He sees the winding ocean drive

And everything was made for you and me

All of it was made for you and me

'Cause it just belongs to you and me

So lets take a ride and see what's mine

Singing...

Oh the passenger

He rides and he rides

He sees things from under glass

He looks through his window side

He sees things he knows are his

He sees the bright and hollow sky

He sees the city sleep at night

He sees the stars are out tonight

And all of it is yours and mine

And all of it is yours and mine

So lets ride and ride and ride and ride

Singing...

(originally recorded by Iggy Pop)

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Shadowtime

The voice asleep, the voice has vanished

From the top of the sky to the place below

Touch the surface and the mirror bends

Your words resound, out of control

Freeze into time now

Still inside yet doubt survives

It all begins beneath the skin

No-one is near, no-one will hear

Your changeling song takes shape

In Shadowtime

Turn your wish to a vapour, the silhouette fades

Eclipse your blue eyes and the outline remains

From the house of the moon to the stars up above

Amidst the comets, first sight of love

So begin the countdown

Falling sky, a solar sigh

It all begins beneath the skin

No-one is near, no-one will hear

Your changeling song takes shape

In Shadowtime

Shadowtime

Catching fire, taking hold

All that glisters leaves you cold

No-one is near, no-one will hear

Your changeling song takes shape

In Shadowtime

Shadowtime

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Icon

My eyes went up to Heaven

You didn't say I'd be blind

without them

Icons - feed the fires

Icons - falling from the spires

Thine eyes rain down from Heaven

You always said I'd be blind

without them

Icons - feed the fires

Icons - falling from the spires

Those words hang like vicious spittle

dribbling from that tongue

Close your eyes to your lies

Force feed more pious meat

Those nebulous codes and disiplines

Stick in that new born throat

Instill a lie-an artificial eye

to view a perfect land

Icons - feed the fires

Icons - falling from the spires

Can I? - Stick skewers in my skin

and whirl a dervish spin

Can I? - set myself on fire

to prove some kind of desire

Icons-feed the fires

Icons-falling from the spires

The guilt is golden

The guilt is golden

Those ageless lies

The shuttered eyes

It's the nightpiece

It's the Icon

Siouxsie And The Banshees - 92º

The day drags by like a wounded animal

The approaching disease, 92 degrees

The blood in our veins and the brains in our head

The approaching unease, 92 degrees

Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too

But too late for the loved ones and nearly for you...

Shaky lines - on the horizon

Snaky thoughts - invade each person

Watch the red line - creeping upwards

Watch the sanity line weaken

The volcanic depths of Hades' ocean

Bubble under, these crazed eruptions

It wriggles and writhes and bites within,

Just below the sweating skin

I wondered when this would happen again

Now I watch the red line, reach that number again

The blood in our veins and the brains in our head...

Drink the water with jagged glass

Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth

Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees

Shaky lines - on the horizon

Snaky thoughts - invade each person

Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Arabian Knights

The jewel, the prize

Looking into your eyes

Cool pools drown your mind

What else will you find

I heard a rumour - it was just a rumour

I heard a rumour - what have you done to her

Myriad lights - they said I'd be impressed

Arabian Knights - at your primitive best

A tourist oasis - reflects in seedy sunshades

A monstrous oil tanker

Its wound bleeding in seas

I heard a rumour - what have you done to her

I heard a rumour - what have you done to her

Veiled behind screens

Kept as your baby machine

Whilst you conquer more orifices

Of boys, goats and things

Ripped out sheeps' eyes - no forks or knives

Myriad lights - they said I'd be impressed

Arabian Knights - at your primitive best

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Swimming Horses

Falling in your, falling in your in your arms
Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land
Thrown back again to drown

Kinder with poison
Then pushed down the well or a face burnt to hell
Feel the cruel stones breaking her bones
Dead before born
Words fall in ruins - but no sound
She's dying of your shame - she's maimed by your pain
He gives birth to swimming horses

Fish on a line, walking on dry land
But back in the water to drown - we drown
Floating in sky
He gives birth to swimming horses

Take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side
the weightlessness under water - forgets in slow motion
And watches pointless tortures
He gives birth to swimming horses
Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Scarecrow

He trembles in the bitter wind
Until it's time for us to speak
Whilst others here are sleeping sound
I'll slip away by floorboard creak

Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets
Shock the colours to bleach inside
Whilst others there are sleeping sound
Just we two will confide

Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches

With frosty jack on fingernail
Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale
Come whisper thro' your lips of straw
A moment torn forevermore

Listen to his body groan
Make a wish to send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches

My so-called friends say you're not alive
I'll bake their bones for telling lies
Then pull the pastry from the pie
And pour the gravy in their eye

Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches

Siouxsie And The Banshees - This Unrest

This unrest beats out my breath
Disconnected thoughts jangle in a mess
This unrest crucifies my chest
Without anaesthetic it cuts
Through tumorous flesh

This unrest beats out my breath...
This unrest beats in my chest
Discordant limbs watch unimpressed
At the aimless walk the mindless talk
The pictures leap out and dance for me
They laugh at me

As your bitterness closes in
You're feeling very old again
Ah just to sleep, without these thoughts
But the angels shout, resurrecting doubts

Ah we meet again, my trusty friend
Demanding new favours for old time's sake
Inside this captive frame
Come and claim your liberty

Metal and flesh will fuse today
These visions jump out and blast my days
Clean away...

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Stargazer

Been thinking how to escape?
This strait-jacket of constraint
Been thinking what can be wrong?
With feelings that long to belong

Stargazing me
In an upside down sea

So weary this strait-jacket dreamer
So resigned to continue to suffer
But you've learnt that as you grow weaker
There's less hurt because there's much less to hurt

Stargazing me
In a tumbling sea
Up in the galaxy
Staring down on me

Stargazer reach out to touch
With your mind that frees you so much
Stargazer kissing your kismet
With bright jewel encrusted scars

Stargazing me
In tranquillity
Up in the galaxy
Staring down on me

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Premature Burial

This catacomb compels me
Corroding and inert
It weights and tries to pull me
Must I resist or re-assert?

The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing Oh come and be like me,
We're all sisters and brothers

Ejected to this state of being
Don't bury me with this
I'm in a state of catalepsy
Can I really exist?

Clawing from the inside
Drowning in your chant
Thoughts come flooding through me
Despairing unity

The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing Oh come and be like me,
We're all sisters and brothers

Red and white carnations
Can't intoxicate my brain
This blissful suffocation
It is driving me to pain
Oh what a bloody shame

The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing Oh come and be like me,
We're all sisters and brothers

I'm not your sister
Or your brother
Don't bury me with this
Join hands-join hands
We're all sisters and brothers
Sisters and brothers
I can't relate to you
You're no relation of mine

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

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Sin In My Heart

Sin in my heart
Sin in my heart...
Sin in my heart flying like a dart
Oh sin in my heart

It's beginning to start...
When you're lying like a tart
Oh sin in my heart
When you grovel at my feet
Oh sin in my heart
It's short and sweet

Sin in my heart...
Swift as a dart sin in my heart
Oh sin in my heart

When you grovel at my feet
Keep it short and sweet
Sin in my heart...

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,

Of the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,

Here is a strange and bitter crop

(originally recorded by Billie Holiday)

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Jigsaw Feeling

Send me forwards, say my feelings
But all the signals, send me reeling
Jigsaw Feeling

One day I'm feeling total
The next I'm split in two
My eyes are doing somersaults
Staring at my shoe

My brain is out of my hand
There's nothing to prevent
The impulse is quite meaningless
In a cerebral nonevent

Send me forwards, say my feelings
But all the signals, send me reeling
Jigsaw Feeling

Five fingers do my walking
Ten toes unravel 'Knots'
Amorphous jigsaw pieces
Falling into slots

Send me forwards, say my feelings
But all the signals, send me reeling
Jigsaw Feeling

So I just sit in reverie
Getting on my nerves
The intangible bonds that keep me
Sitting on the verge...
Of a breakdown
Of a reaction
Of a result

Complete me... maybe... defeat me