Thursday Night Fever Lyrics

On the antique wooden desk that I carved my plans on, stirring his coffee with a cigarette, swearing at the phone. Do you still have hopes of (opening a duchy?) An army of servants...Read Full Lyrics

In the wind, in the sea, whispering hate, heresy; quietly accusing me. Voices. Those voices, all I hear are voices. In the marsh, in the sky, firing curses in my eyes, cutting me w...Read Full Lyrics

Sitting on the beachWe watch the sun dance on the oceanTurns the waves to liquid fireBut we know that they can't touch usHear a scream from far awayFlames dance across the horizonG...Read Full Lyrics

Reflecting on the Empire after eight... pig's head on a platewhite wine... The mint imperials circulated... Captain sips his brandy,curses Ghandi, dreams Napoleon and Delhi turns t...Read Full Lyrics

Peeling paint, dead cigarettes... old cobwebs on the ceiling. Feelingfaint, the spider fled - the flies played hide 'n' seek. We wrestled cheekto cheek, pink naked on the sheets. A...Read Full Lyrics

Bills were mailed express, black borders ordered PAY. Across the page thefigures were laying and laughing... Jenny ripped them up. She ran the bath.Called her daughter, told her "C...Read Full Lyrics

Give the boy a uniform, a unicorn, a horn, a sawn off shotgun and acause... an ORDER. Cross a border. Tell him "Heads must roll!" Can fetchthem back on poles. No rules except "Amus...Read Full Lyrics

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

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

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