In Cut Throat Lane the chains were swinging. Iron boots with blades onsprings were lancing. Silver dance. The ghetto ballerinas tiptoed,blasting. Rattlesnake Arena burning red blac...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Astrid, do you recall the Sundays at the Spa with double straws from acarton with a heart on. Who could ask for more? You'd assure me you'dsupport me as I tried to write that novel...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Our lady on the Bleeding Ground, her satin gown is trailing in the mud. Sheducks a football cos it's Christmas Day and the shells are duds. And Tomand Jerry drink their Bovril, cra...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Our lady on the wall selling poppies for Our Boys. Our price. Our choice.we bought one-watched Our Lady fly confetti fly the city die in flames astanks spat amber at the Odeon. A s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Our lady in the abbatoir. She's hanging headless, charred. Baby on herbreast - there's nothing left, the milk turned to powder, Twist her, she'san hour glass - but time has died. T...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
With supple hands and iron will, we'll shape the land - we shall rebuild.We'll make the world a garden - we'll only scatter seed. We'll turn theweeds to wine. We'll count to nine w...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Sounding the bell in the corridor. Sweeping the floor with her hair.She sprinkles hot ashes and salt on the stairs as she walks. We all walkbehind her. The city sleeps restless bel...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
She's on his mind, she's on his wall. She's in thecorner of his eye. She whispers sweet delirium. Heclimbs inside and blushes as the crimson tide flowsand flushes him away . . . Th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Fifteen stories high, the black curtains drawn, And the sun is just a brat that spits then goes away. The TV chatters, there's a pile of letters lying on the mat. Reminders and bil...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots
Two glasses on a glass-top table. Lights are low, the ashtray's full. he talks of all his conquests--letters ringed with hearts and crosses. He left them in the drawer (at Hotel No...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Legendary Pink Dots