Happy House

Sioux: vocals
Severin: bass, vocals
Budgie: drums, harmonica, vocals
McGeoch: guitar

This is the happy house
-we're happy here in the happy house
oh it's such fun
We've come to play in the happy house
and waste a day in the happy house-it never rains 

We've come to scream in the happy house 
We're in a dream in the happy house
We're all quite sane 

This is the happy house-we're happy here 
There's room for you if you say "I do"
but don't say no or you'll have to go
we've done no wrong with our blinkers on 
It's safe and calm if you sing along 

This is the happy house-we're happy here in the happy house. 
To forget ourselves-and pretend all's well 
There is no hell.

Tenant

Sioux: vocals, acoustic guitar
Severin: electric guitar, electric sitar, rhythm box Budgie: bass, drums

Squatting on doorsteps-following footsteps 
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest 
So we crawl into corners-ignore any callers
and imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors 

When we crawl on all fours-upon the cushioned floor 
still they cling to the wall + knock on our doors
and the tendency for tenants is tenacity 
The paint is cracked and the paper peels
the plaster falls and the body reels...softly 

Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud On lawnmower groan,
the carpet has grown but they have eyes at the keyholes
and ears at the walls and the tendency for tenants is secrecy.....sssssssh. 

Trophy

Sioux: vocals
Severin: bass
Budgie: drums
McGeoch: guitar, ellaphone.

Headhunters, headshrinkers and long distance runners 
Dust gathers on momentoes-Dust gathers on proud moments 
Young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin 

Chorus:
Take it to the wall
to be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
a tribute in the grand hall 

Yes they're locked away or polished every day
for the maintenence man-in the back of a van 
Oh young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin 

(Chorus) 

Bring yourselves out from your showcase parties 
But you've been shut away too long
you've been shut away too long
Frightened faces in the rain
Misplaced features run down the drain
Oh wash away and start again 

(Chorus) 

Hybrid

Sioux: vocals
Severin: bass
Budgie: drums
McGeoch: guitar, sax

It's a hybrid of me-I'm a hybrid of he
You're a misfit of me-I'm a misfit of you ...in limbo 

Carbon copies run blue-a reminder for you but
they're only skin deep crumpled shells in a heap
Marked cheap 

Surrogate heads of a no-no domain
shoulders form rows to make waves again
Catch the next train 

When you walked through that door marked "enter if you dare"
Reasoned with a friend marked "do not bend"
bit on that finger marked "handle with care" 

a tear soiled your cheek-a broken finger on the floor
a mess in sawdust-a shop window burst..no repairs 

it's a hybrid of me-I'm a hybrid of he
You're a misfit for me-I'm a misfit for you
in limbo.....do you speak the lingo? 

Clockface

Sioux: vocals
Severin: basses, piano
Budgie: drums
Jones: guitar

Lunar Camel

Sioux: vocals, droma-derian, finger cymbals
Severin: bass, rhythm box

Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon 
I don't have to prove I'll last longer than you
One hump or two any handicap will do against you
I'll be there soon-over the moon
I'll be there soon-over the moon 

Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon.

Christine

Sioux: vocals
Severin: bass
Budgie: drums
McGeoch: 6+12 string guitars, fawfisa

She tries not to shatter, kaleidoscope style
Personality changes behind her red smile
Every new problem brings a stranger inside
Helplessly forcing one more new disguise 

Christine-the strawberry girl
Christine-banana split lady

Singing sweet savages lost in our world
This big-eyed girl sees her faces unfurl
Now she's in purple
Now she's the turtle 

disintegrating 

Christine-the strawberry girl
Christine-banana split lady
22 faces...disintegrating.

Desert Kisses

Sioux: vocals
Severin: bass
Budgie: drums
McGeoch: guitar, sitar, string synth
The Sirens: backing vocals

Desert kisses in the sand
engulfing joints, engulfing land
Tidal fingers cling to rocks
a deadly grip, a deadly lock 

cursed and pissed into the ocean
wilfully caused a great commotion
but only for a stifled moment
then it was back to still life motion 

A sideways crawl, a sideways scrawl
the cancer crab is on us all
I kissed your face, I kissed the sand
I heard you sigh
there was no sound 

thrashed and spat back at the ocean
but there was nothing, no commotion
just my lonely stupid notions
trapped again in still life motion 

Sinking down-with just my sound
Sinking down-running on the moving ground Sinking down
Sinking down-without a sound
Sinking down-sleeping on the moving ground Sinking down 

Desert kisses in the sand
engulfing joints, engulfing land
Tidal fingers cling to rocks
a deadly grip, a deadly lock 

Sinking down-the world is round
Sinking down-there's no-one around
Standing on the moving ground
Sinking down-the world is flat
there's no-one here to question that
Sinking down-without a sound
Sinking down
Sinking down-the world was round
Sinking down-there was no-one around
Sinking down.

Red Light

Sioux: vocals, camera
Severin: synthesizers, rhythm box
Budgie: drums

She falls into frame with a professional pout
but the polaroids ignite on seeing their subject
and the aperture shuts-too much exposure 

Voyeur sucks into focus-floodlit the glossy
kiss-pit but as emulsion drips down...down
the aperture shuts-too much exposure 

Come into this room-Come into this gloom 
See the Red light rinsing another shutterslu
t wincing the sagging half-wit sister
pretty, pretty picture
of an ancient nipple shrinking-that
Kodakwhore winking 'til the
aperture shuts-too much exposure. 

Paradise Place

Sioux: vocals, rhythm guitar
Severin: bass
Budgie: drums
Jones: lead guitar

Look to the hills-now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes-are they in the right place?

There's a Mantovani backdrop-to pucker-up a tummy tuck
A voice soft as lint-mashed up with shades of pink 

You can hide your genetics under drastic cosmetics
But this chameleon magic is renowned to be tragic 

Look to the hills-now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes-are they in the right place? 

Skin

Sioux: vocals, melodica
Severin: bass, "the force"
Budgie: drumsdrumsdrums
Jones: guitar

Mink, seal and ermine smother fat women
I have a noble cause for skin-there's just too many of them
The only necessary cull-Curse the brain inside it's skull
Just a bitch in the manger to the balances of nature 

Chorus:
Cover me with skin and accuse me of sin
but you know what I mean
there's just too many of them 

give me your skin for dancing in-hairless
and streamline-fits like my own skin tatooed
and sun-dyed-it's warm and it's human
There was too many of them-the animals
like them shame about the smell but they're
fine steeped in perfume. 

Todas músicas escritas por : / All songs written by Sioux/Severin
Exceto / except TROPHY (escrita por / written by Sioux/Severin/McGeoch)
Produced by Nigel Gray and Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Recorded at Surrey Sound, The Coach House and Polydor January-May 1980
Information: Billy Houlston, c.o Siouxsie and the Banshees
"File", 1 Carthusian St., London EC1
Art Direction: Rob O'Connor
Sleeve Photography: Joe Lyons
Illustrations: Rose Harrison

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