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Poppy Day Regal Zone Placebo Effect Icon Prematural Burial Playground Twist Mother The Lords Prayer |
(2 minutes silence)
...In Flanders fields The poppies grow Between the crosses Row on row That mark out place We are the dead...
Coronets rest on a death's head mask No-one is safe while the curfew lasts But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam While helmets of blood fill the screen
They look away and then they say: "For the good of the land for the love of the man" Standing alone sitting alone on the throne of the regal zone
Old limbs hang in the torture room While old kings hang in the portrait room Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance of the squirming body on the marble plate
They look away and then they say: "For the good of the land for the love of the man" Standing alone sitting alone on the throne of the regal zone
You dip your hands into my flesh And say you won't reveal a scar I must have faith in this procedure It's a miracle-It's a wonder
A thousand hidden needles In a thousand covered nerves Stick pins in my receptacles Look to your Voodoo doll-your mojo
Staying alive at five For you to cure my ailments Another soul is saved With your bogus medications
What colour shall we have today? Depends on how you feel I say Consult your research on the media See blue will calm my hysteria
Staying alive at five For you to cure my ailments Another soul is saved With your bogus medications Staying alive at five With your empty containers Another corpse ornaments your waiting room Will you ever regret-the placebo effect Can you ever forget-the placebo effect
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
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
Hanging.... Hanging from your daisy chains Swinging in the trees Running from your enemies And falling on your knees On your knees Get down on your knees
Throw the dice You three blind mice Did you ever see Such a thing in your life You swallow the trail But still arrive Inside your entrails
Hanging.... Hanging out at party games Dancing in the shadows Up and down on the see-saw Balancing the scales You're drunk Yet you're balancing the scales
Someone to blame Someone to shame Someone who you can claim Go back the to pass the parcel And follow the leader
Hanging.... Hanging from your climbing frames Swinging in the gallows Laughing with your buddies But you can drown when you're shallow You can drown....
The word you learn to love The disapproval that you hate that's Mother from Mother They teach you to respect... Makes you always want to please Mother Mother
The one who keeps you warm The one who keeps you warm And shelters you from harm And shelters you from harm Watch out she'll stunt your mind She'll open up your mind 'Til you emulate her kind To make you good and make you kind Is that Mother? Mother
Downstairs I don't know Downstairs I don't know If it's the springs in her bed Why I feel safe in my bed Or her joints I hear When I know I'm alone Creaking overhead She must be watching overhead Mother Mother
She'll twist the words you speak She'll kiss and say goodbye If she thinks you're near escape If you want to go away Mother Mother So she clutches at her brood So she gathers up her brood And sits across its face And smiles into their face She sucks up all its energy She beams down vital energy And smothers their last breath She gave us out first breath Oh Mother Mother
The thing you grow to hate The love you won't forget
All songs written and arranged by Siouxsie and the Banshees except:
Poppy Day
words: John McCrae
Mother/Oh Mein Papa
MOTHER
Lyrics: Siouxsie and the Banshees
OH MEIN PAPA
Music: Burkhardt
Lyrics: Turner/Parsons
(Published by Peter Maurice Music Co. Ltd)
Siouxsie Sioux - Voice, Piano
John McKay - Guitar, Saxophone
Steven Severin - Bass Guitar
Kenny Morris - Drums, Percussion
Co-produced by Nils Stevenson and Mike Stavrou (For Air Studios).
Recorded at Air Studios, May June 1979.
Engineered by Mike Stavrou.
Assisted by Ian Morais.
Outer Sleeve: Photography Adrian Boot
Illustration: John Maybury
Design: Rob O'Connor
