Tanith and the Lion Tree (Ka-Spel, Edward)![]() ![]() 'O' From the Great SeaWhere I go the cancer grows; the ill wind blows; the rivers crack + flush the damned out from their homes... I tie their hands + go. Where I stay, the earth decays - a harvest of abortion. I extort them, hold an auction... they fall down + pray for rain. I give them scorching acid 'til they learn the reason why... Why? I'm not saying !Me ! I throw the first grenade... Me ! I light the Barricades... My way ! And did you see my lips move in the waxworks... Did I catch your eye? Or did I serenade you in a dream? You can't specify my name, though you know you've got my number. Mine's the face you can't remember. Go back to the mirror-look again.And where I turn the fire burns. And where I sleep, the Windows weep + when I point a finger the assassin creeps + triggers pandemonium. I drove the train to Dachau, wore the hood of the Ku Klux Klan. I carve the cross into a bloody sword; I slice off the hand that feeds you - cook it slowly, lick it clean. I put it in my pie-don't you want to know the reason WHY ?Tanith and the Lion TreeShe fed the lion candy so its teeth turned pink + scattered. She gathered up the pieces, hid them deep beneath her bed + made a wish for lion trees-so roses grew. Red roses + the lion watched his ghost go hunting bees.... Bees which hovered, dropped + split as thorns grew moist + ripped. Black yellow dripping red.... It wrecked the carpet, made the lion weep for his meat. Live meat. Raw meat. Tanith climed the lion tree. The lion tree was very pleased. She fed the lions candy as she handed out the straws.InterferenceinstrumentalFour out of TenYour lies are like the creeping fog that blinds me, guides my injured soul into the blender with a thousand knives that grind me into powder. Coal black. Gelatine. Can serve me on a plate + watch me shimmy, shimmy. Red. Cholestrol. Intravenous. Feed me, feel my nerves explode galactic in your veins. You taste my essence - does my hot exquisite pain excite you? Does it? Hell you care... I'm just another notch; another conquest, another lock of hair tossed in your casket. Come tomorrow it's like I was never really there...Loop 1instrumentalLoop 2instrumentalThe Bakersman(listed as "The Baker's Man" in the booklet)Jerkov cuts it charismatic - strikes his match on his jaw. Smokes in threes (all Gauloises!), strokes his saftey clip + tips his tribly. Truly! Bad guys freeze at such a moment. Wise guys make it for the door, but all the dark-eyed scarlet honies form a circle. They adore the way he petticakes the waiters, sucks his T-bone blood red raw; slips his lion ladies' fingers, slides his plate across the floor + leavesPritheeYou make the sun shine... Keep me warm at night. Sometimes you are my guiding light. When I'm week or desparate, you'll stretch out your hand... It's a hand that offers courage; it's a hand that calms me down + leeds me to a land that we discovered countless lives ago - still young enough to change this wicked world. But tell me angel, where to now ? Shall we chase rainbows; ride the stars by night. Stay close ...be my second sight. Show me our tomorrows, cos I can't dream alone.Prisoners of WarThey kept Alfredo in a box + fed him potatoes three times daily with a pinch of salt. He'd yell, assault the waiters. So they covered up his windows, put the box upon a string + sparred... said "Sweet Alfredo, we're just like butterflies, but know we can sting like the bees... like the bees that took old Mama Liza when they tied her up with string + threw the cream cakes, sprayed the syrup... Safe behind the vizors; they taped the screams + played them to the neighbours over barbecued Bartholomew + home-made blood wine stamped by the feet of the man who would be Christ. Send the lions in - the 'entertainment'!. No-one's ever bored. Life is so much more fulfilling since they gave us all these prisoners of war... Some guys picked the perfect lovers...Some guys pick the perfect whores...Some go for slavery - the old way.It's all within the law. Life is Brighter since they gave us all these prisoners of war...Three Times Dailyno lyrics are printed, but throughout the song Ed sings "Baby, my Baby"Hotel XI watched the smoke rise slowly from your tired eyes. Two columns formed a marble gateway to a starlit room. And , painfully, you raised your stick + led me through with promises of paradise, where nothing ever dies - it blossoms. I followed, pacified. No preconceptions, open-eyed. My faith worn on a shaky hand but hanging to your ribbons. We danced across the crystal ocean, we sheltered from the storm. We were warm inside a blacklight cavern - watched the red sky raining roman candles; washed our hands in amber - we ere married in the shade. A shadow band was serenading Adagio, then faded yellow, grey-green, purple, blue... A rainbow whirlpool pulled us down; we tiptoed sensless underground. There was nothing we could hold but each other. You murmered your apologies; I smothered you in sympathy. We crawled, we shivered to the mirror where you stretched your shaky hand - hung bravely to my ribbons... And me? I watched your tired eyes slowly burning. Slowly burning. (Fade away)Epilogueinstrumental, with woman's voice loopedPhoney WarOn the border of beyond and nowhere fast, I forward marched thorough mines. My best friend Rover by my side... my guide - he ran before me. Scoring bones of dead explorers scattered in the dust.. it makes a plate that's fit for pedigrees. It's minus x degrees + falling. And I'm thankful for the gloves they gave me. I'm thankful for the mask when they sent me to the front armed with a white flag + a mask. "Go win their confidence", they said, "then steal their money - shoot them dead. We'll split things 50-50. Now I don't believe in promises. I don't believe in you. I don't believe in anything... would you?Old Man Troubleinstrumental, can hear Ed's voice all w/ all sorts of effects |