The Curse (Legendary Pink Dots)
And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself. So much talk so many theories - it's really such a bore for me. The story stays the same - it goes on and on... What gives you the right to analyze? You paralyze me with your probing. In the end I just agree... Maybe we're just puppets after all. Love puppets. (not glove puppets! Hearts of gold, souls on string. My soul's on a string... Love Puppets! My heart's a shiny gold.)
Why the tricks? Why the teasers? Can't I even please you for an hour? Won't you simply listen? I've got a lot to say about us and plans and things that we could do... (I need you NOW don't leave me...)
Another place. A different story. Fingers play with stale cigars. Business creeks, the warehouse leaks, the chairman sold his daughter's car. He's reading charts and sharpening knives for cutting when the time seems right - for him alone. No pause for mercy if the victim's out of sight.
Equality is a word for cranks to shout out as the batons swing. It's beautiful in theory... he knows it's not for him. He's got his fodder!
In higher places, clocks chime for the meeting of the lords. They stay discreet as guilty secrets cause no shame behind closed doors. A portion for the megabomb. A portion for the queen... can't forget the army or the law 'cos they have to keep the cities clean. And sure they know they'll get their way as protests echo from the streets. (The blood is thicker from the streets) His hired guns and sheets of armor gives them shelter through the heat! The fodder...
But there are other bullets, other walls, where justice cries in shiny red. Where reason dies and passion burns persuasion's just a hole in the head. Purges after midnight... There's no discretion in the mass. A volley. A silence as they cover up the mess.
Don't kid yourself. You're civilized - it could happen anywhere. In choking cities, steaming jungles... maybe even here.
A legendary film star smashed a glass when a man guessed at her age. The ceiling opened and revealed the naked lady in a cage. A fireater scorched his chin and departed in a rage from Lisa's party. Isn't it jolly fun?
An artist bit a chicken's head off and laughed as he passed the rest around. Pieces quivered their coctail sticks but were swallowed without a sound. A trampolinist jumped too high came crashing to the ground at Lisa's party. Isn't it a whizz!
Now Lisa was the perfect hostess... She planned a big surprise. She spread the cyanide in layers across her delicate mince pies and told her guests "A hint of almond makes the dullest cake seem nice." And they all died.
@ This is just my guess of how to phonetically spell whatever the hell
@ Edward is singing. -- $aint @ndrew -- (firstname.lastname@example.org)
@The below is another version done by email@example.com (Jackaal)
pruumptje auge staunde boi, leva stahn dela veenum bronenbezhtebahh. ala fundegahh, ama arzhklahh, ala olgevezh neda ist gedau doin. smolebas, pruzhnaveeda pruumptje alabes oi, oi, oi! pruzhnaveeda rohm nebestahh. robesta indegedan stahn.
@ [April?]: No one understood him No one understood him at all (I understood him) (I ... ????)
@ [Edward]: inna keesta binhol stan istanna boshne bollabista bohlla inna bolstamist brumistavaston olgesty boshtenbolest estinna lostinmist motsnivolsha ozhgalah
@ [April?]: No one comprehended No one comprehended at all (the second two is just her singing "ahhh"...)
@ [Edward]: brrrnigaiy moshdebazne bohldepebahdne voshnemahdne inmahnne bohzhdul mohnezhdevozht mohneshdepulcher ohbdestulul oshdne blol oshgala ohgevai olgevezh olgevezh
@ [April]: No one understood him No one understood him at all Veeshtehne krauden de vazh (?) <------ is this German?!?!? Veeshtehn lauden de taut (?) <--/ (someone who knows german, listen to this part...)
@ [Edward]: hib blauud (und) mistdowht jumgaider destaht
Bistragavohhnt ... (he's shouting)... (Ed repeats the first part?)... (then he shouts again, Ozhnaveeda? something...
Simple expressions hide my ignorance. How can you tell how you feel, when the words just don't exist? The pain and the anguish, the slaughtered dreams, the harvest of ill-conceived, wretchedly-worded emotion. Look at me, touch me; I'm human and awkward, longing to be found, incapable of exposing myself.
Golly's leaning out of the window. He gives a little wave and as only gollys can but he can't come out to play. Sparks creep up his trouser leg but he doesnt care cause he's busy watching mummy comb her curly hair. Very pretty on the setee... Playing tonight in the dolls house. Mummys smiling with a match, blows softly thru the doorway and draws patterns in the ash. Fizzle Fizzle Zap Zap!
Up on the second floor little Wendy takes a bath; her skin is melting slowly but she manages to laugh. She knows a dozen words or more; she's always so polite - pull her string out slowly and she'll sing all thru the night, sing forever - really clever!
Frying tonight in the dolls house but mommys getting bored; she tore up all her comics 'cos she's not a kiddie anymore. Nor is Daddy.
The angels landed cleared their throats and chorused "Crown Him!" They poured a potion on his hair it nearly drowned him. Then they called a minute's silence. They called the clowns in and a cripple touched his foot and did a cartwheel down the hill... turning once for his wisdom, twice for the pearl moon. A third as the thief cried "It's judgement day." He rolled his eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in the dirt. Applause ripped the heavens and blew the clouds away. The laughter died as schoolgirls passed around the tissues. Pretty patterns while a message said "We'll miss you. Bless you. Bless your eyes." And the bell rang twice and we fell as his lips moved. We stared in stoney silence as the news guy scribbled furiously down his final words: "I made mistakes. I've been a fool. I tried hard byt never thought that what started so well could end in misery. But my motives were good. I thought you all understood... Just don't be hard when this day is cloaked in history. You mistrusted me? ...," And he died with his eyes on... ash for ashes dust for dust a lust for dust a must for dust die with your eyes on...
Nomini magnus spiritus sancti filia