Bauhaus - Silent Hedges

Following the silent hedges

Needing some other kind of madness

Looking into purple eyes

Sadness at the corners

Works of art with a minimum of steel

Pure sensation

The beautiful down grade

Going to hell again

Going to hell again

Self confidence leaks

From a thousand wounds

Faults of civilization

Burning the private paradise of dreams

Minus hands of the electric clock

Clock

Clock

Clock

What happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated?

Pure sensation

The beautiful down grade

Going to hell again

Going to hell again

Again

Again

Again

Bauhaus - In The Night

In the night, in the chair

He sits there, he sits tight

No more cans, no more crime

See the place, see the time

You never know

He walks light, don't know how

Maybe now, in the night

Oh, I know, yes I know

There's no chat

He's for show

You never know

Sees the place and tries to get the time

He's slowly slipping into the slime

Can't inject into his veins

Blood and guff ooze out and stain

Cares not that he really bleeds

Death not hell is what he needs

Sees the place, checks the time

Some other place, some other time

You never know

Slipping up and down his writhing side

His eyes begin to ponder pride

Subjective pics of misled youth

Before him lies the dreadful truth

Undignifiled, Insignified

His wrist on to the razor slides

You never know

Bauhaus - Spirit

Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings

I wear a coat of drums
And dance upon your eyes
Turn the tables upside down
Change the lows to highs
Change the lows to highs

I fill you up with butterflies
Crown the heads of kings
Be glad of first night nerves
For fear gives courage wings
Fear gives courage wings

If I am on the sidelines
Chances are you'll miss
Wait alone and spotlit
For Doctor Theatre's kiss

The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
Throw your body overboard
The spotlight doesn't last
The spotlight doesn't last

I could be with you
Or waiting in the wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings

I may tap you on the shoulder
And whisper "go" in red
Strip your feet of lead my friend
Strip your feet of lead

Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

We love our audience

Bauhaus - The Three Shadows Pt.2

Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind, of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss

Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes, at me

But I will always exist
Because I always exist
Damn good too

The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty

And Oedipus Rex complexes
...riddle my closed bloated breast

Bauhaus - All We Ever Wanted Was Everything

All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown

Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream

Bauhaus - Ziggy Stardust

Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders From Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do
Like some cat from Japan
He could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave them to hang
Came on so loaded man
Well hung and snow-white tan

So where were the Spiders
While the flies tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us
So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands

Ziggy played for time
Jiving us that we were voodoo
But the kids were just crass
He was the nazz, with God-given ass
He took it all too far
But boy, could he play guitar

Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
We had to break up the band

Now Ziggy played guitar

(originally recorded by David Bowie)