Siouxsie And Tthe Banshees
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"(There's A) Planet In My Kitchen"
"(There's A) Planet In My Kitchen"
Oh there's a planet in my kitchen
There's something funny in the soup
Mop the floor Lock the door
Flying Saucers in the room
Did you hear that fly?
Knives and spoons of mountain dunes
A freezer full of loony tunes
Detergent bubbles
There's millions of those buggers
And there's a bucket in the moon
Did the kitchen sink wink?
Tornados of cornflakes
And snowflakes
Tea cups in orbit
Hello? Did you hear that fly?
Well I'm not waiting any longer
I'll just sneak back in the larder
And wait
Planet Kitchen's taken over
There's a planet in my kitchen
Now there's a kitchen in my planet
Planet Kitchen's taken over
It's taken over
"(There's A) Planet In My Kitchen"
Oh there's a planet in my kitchen
There's something funny in the soup
Mop the floor Lock the door
Flying Saucers in the room
Did you hear that fly?
Knives and spoons of mountain dunes
A freezer full of loony tunes
Detergent bubbles
There's millions of those buggers
And there's a bucket in the moon
Did the kitchen sink wink?
Tornados of cornflakes
And snowflakes
Tea cups in orbit
Hello? Did you hear that fly?
Well I'm not waiting any longer
I'll just sneak back in the larder
And wait
Planet Kitchen's taken over
There's a planet in my kitchen
Now there's a kitchen in my planet
Planet Kitchen's taken over
It's taken over
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"20th Century Boy"
(originally by T. Rex)
"20th Century Boy"
(originally by T. Rex)
Friends say he's fine
Friends say he's good
Everybody says he's just like Robin Hood
I move like a cat
Talk like a rat
Sting like a bee
Babe, I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me
I'm your toy
Your 20th century boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
Friends say he's fine
Friends say he's good
Everybody says he's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Hold out your hand
Babe, I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me
I'm your toy
Your 20th century boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
(originally by T. Rex)
"20th Century Boy"
(originally by T. Rex)
Friends say he's fine
Friends say he's good
Everybody says he's just like Robin Hood
I move like a cat
Talk like a rat
Sting like a bee
Babe, I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me
I'm your toy
Your 20th century boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
Friends say he's fine
Friends say he's good
Everybody says he's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Hold out your hand
Babe, I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me
I'm your toy
Your 20th century boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
20th century toy
I wanna be your boy
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"92°"
"92°"
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
"92°"
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
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"All Tomorrow's Parties"
(originally by The Velvet Underground)
"All Tomorrow's Parties"
(originally by The Velvet Underground)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
She sits and cries....
For all tomorrow's parties....
(originally by The Velvet Underground)
"All Tomorrow's Parties"
(originally by The Velvet Underground)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
She sits and cries....
For all tomorrow's parties....
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"An Execution"
"An Execution"
This is what she saw...
The unsuspecting horse was held fast to the ground
Whilst some soldiers slit open its belly
The guilty gypsy was shoved inside the horse's belly
With only his head protruding from the dying
Beast, another soldier, then sewed up the wound
With the culprit inside, condemned to die, along
With the putrifying animal, screaming.
"An Execution"
This is what she saw...
The unsuspecting horse was held fast to the ground
Whilst some soldiers slit open its belly
The guilty gypsy was shoved inside the horse's belly
With only his head protruding from the dying
Beast, another soldier, then sewed up the wound
With the culprit inside, condemned to die, along
With the putrifying animal, screaming.
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"Arabian Knights"
"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
"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
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"Are You Still Dying, Darling?"
"Are You Still Dying, Darling?"
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still in pain?
Are you still crying
Despite the morphine in your veins?
A fluorescent haze hangs and for a second makes you
Invisible but you try in vain to reach out through
The life-support machine and all the multicoloured
Tubes that pump and drain
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
All this wasting away
All this prolonged misery and
All this stripping away of dignity is
Killing me
That expression on your face
Pleading through your agony
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still sighing
Shall I end it for you?
You'll see
I'll make it easy for you
Just one blink and I'll help you to break through
Where Never Never Land beckons to you
You can dance with Peter Pan
Make rings around the moon
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
No more injections
No more medications
No more complications for you
I'll lessen the load for you
No more no more no more
No more are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
"Are You Still Dying, Darling?"
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still in pain?
Are you still crying
Despite the morphine in your veins?
A fluorescent haze hangs and for a second makes you
Invisible but you try in vain to reach out through
The life-support machine and all the multicoloured
Tubes that pump and drain
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
All this wasting away
All this prolonged misery and
All this stripping away of dignity is
Killing me
That expression on your face
Pleading through your agony
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still sighing
Shall I end it for you?
You'll see
I'll make it easy for you
Just one blink and I'll help you to break through
Where Never Never Land beckons to you
You can dance with Peter Pan
Make rings around the moon
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
No more injections
No more medications
No more complications for you
I'll lessen the load for you
No more no more no more
No more are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
Are you still dying darling?
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"B Side Ourselves"
"B Side Ourselves"
Release the angels
Go on release them
Rose petal squadrons
The bees are swarming
Warming your cold skin
Such a womanly man
Such a boyish girl
Clutching at strings
Of blackened pearls
Warming your cold sting
Didn't they teach you anything at all?
Something's not better than nothing at all
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
Now you belong
Where we belong
Into the landslide
Clandestine beside the real world
Raw senses bring us beside ourselves
Instincts to guide us through this foggy world
We're beside ourselves
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
B side
B side
B side
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
"B Side Ourselves"
Release the angels
Go on release them
Rose petal squadrons
The bees are swarming
Warming your cold skin
Such a womanly man
Such a boyish girl
Clutching at strings
Of blackened pearls
Warming your cold sting
Didn't they teach you anything at all?
Something's not better than nothing at all
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
Now you belong
Where we belong
Into the landslide
Clandestine beside the real world
Raw senses bring us beside ourselves
Instincts to guide us through this foggy world
We're beside ourselves
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
B side
B side
B side
B side ourselves
B side ourselves
B side ourselves