Tired Eyes Slowly Burning (Tear Garden )
@ Lyrics by Edward Ka-Spel
@ (includes transcribed lyrics to the self-titled EP)
Deja Vu
It was a cold November evening and I should have worn a coat. I shivered... waiting for the ferry boat to carry me to you... Could see you dancing in the harbour lights; your hair an orange flame. You'd turn away,swing on a crane. Always quite the same...The same! The same! It's always quite the same ...Rewind! Re-live it all again and again.
You'd tiptoe halfway across a rooftop, drop headfirst in the river. You'd stretch out for a helping hand and once again I'd stand there... not close enough to touch, but I heard you call my name as you died... And the ferry boat? It never did arrive ...
@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice, tapes
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, drums, guitar, tapes
@ D. RUDOLPH GOETTEL: keyboards
@ RAVE: 2nd guitar
Room With a View
The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed... A tiger's head, a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug, the bugs make halos 'round the phone. He'd call his friends to come around - they'd all get stoned when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack. She poses then she cracks their mirror shades. It's just her way. He lets her play a while then throws her back, then they all go fishing in the reservoir...I see. I see from my room. I see from my room with a view.
My room's nothing special. All the furniture is old. They smashed up all my windows, so it's cold. I told city hall to build a wall to stop the outside coming inside but they've stalled... I'm lord of this manor but it's 30 feet across and falling fast; I sprawl in plaster, bricks and garbage - through the ceiling I see blue - I see you!
@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice, tapes
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, drums, tapes
@ D. RUDOLPH GOETTEL: keyboards, drums
@ LEE SALFORD: percussion
@ With thanks to J.H.
Coma
He'd seen her twice before but not forgotten. She'd dabbed his head with cotton wool and pulled the sheets up round his shoulders told him "Try to sleep, to dream..."He'd dream of her in white, floating in the river, and he shivered as he swam to save her, find it's just too late, he simply lost the will to live, to love again. He had a fever...
They laid him on a bed, and dead of night she'd come again and dab his head with cotton wool, pulled the sheets up round his shoulders. Told him, "Try to sleep, to dream..."
@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, drums, guitar, tapes
@ D. RUDOLPH GOETTEL: keyboards
Valium
Sometimes he was playful and he'd roll a ball - she'd fetch it and she rolled. They'd ball. She'd grin, she'd bear it, closed her eyes and thought of processed peas, the price of cheese, and adverts on T.V. So he'd squeeze a little harder - 'til it hurt.And she thought of scars, she thought of burns; across her arms, a bursting heart and burning hate. There's always hate. There's always pain. A creeping stain across the linen that she'd lie in. Night out, night in. Every night the same. They'd stay in - saying nothing.
She thought of knives, of paraffin around his chair a careless cigarette. Forget it! He said how she had to keep things clean...
(lick the carpet, dust the dog) You have to keep things clean! (mow the windows, shine the socks) Oh you've got to keep things clean.
@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, drums, tapes
@ LISA: lady voice
oo_ee_oo
Somewhere in the desert there's a hole, where the water's running hot and cold and no-one ever goes there at all. We can find it if we try, we can hide out 'til the time is right to ride out. We will pour our jars in the reservoirs and turn the world off - paint the sky a shade of orange - cos that's how I like sunsets. Oo-ee-oo.@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, guitar
You and Me and Rainbows
You're number eight. Your name is Jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes... Shades to hide your habit. I don't know your age, though you guessed mine... My sign. Your sign! The opening line is always just the same. The same intention, destination. You and me and rainbows.Loaded guns attract. We know the rules, we don't react. We wait in hope, we don't expect - You and me and rainbows.
Down here everything is fine. We have a straw, we have a line. We have a bag, a rock, a mountain with a string of shepherds driving lions. Aiming skewers at the sheep... face down, asleep, in onion fields. The frying fields. The worms... they peep through holes which once were eyes. They thrive... they bake although we painted out the sky, the sun. There's only thunder, and you and me and rainbows.
Let's hide out in the lay-by, let the time fly by. Tonight's disguise a car crash with our wheels like shattered stars... dashboard charred. Our windscreen like a graveyard for the flies (we're fast!) [?] The hungry flies are circling, mourning as the watchers squat with cameras, cakes and flasks. They're spying, spitting as the blue light flashes, axes, axes, axes swing! (We're broken) Broken wings, but sure we'll fly and reach our destination. you and me and rainbows.
And if we turn the lights down low and watch the sky cry through the window... Will I watch your fingers grow and stretch like butterflies? The shadows flexing, licking toes, and blinding as slowly sun sets on the same old hill. The same red glow. We're quite alone just you and me and rainbows.
Everything I own is in the corner of your room. It's covered with a sheet just like it died - but I will take a broom. I'll sweep it new again, arrange it... Oh, I'll grow a dozen hands. No I never will neglect my world again. I'm safe beneath my blanket. Come home...For you. For me... and rainbows.
@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice, keyboards, tapes
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, rhythm box, guitar, radio, tapes, voice
@ D. RUDOLPH GOETTEL: keyboards
@ LEE SALFORD: drums
@ N. OGRE: voice
@ LISA: lady voice
@ RAVE: guitar, tapes
@ RECORDED FROM JUNE 07-15 1987
@ AT MUSHROOM STUDIOS VANCOUVER
@ EXCEPT OO EE OO ORIGINALLY
@ FROM A 4 TRACK 1985
The Center Bullet
@ transcribed by Alan Ezust and Jon Drukman and other members of the@ cloud-zero mailing list.
Dead shot through the temple in the temple heard the preacher screech! I bored you full of holes, Lucretia, saw you crease up in a ball, as if you swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar.
I watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a bath of sacramental wine... You laced it, but it tastes just fine to me!
Yes, it's 89 - 's' a good year... Let's hear it now for good old (bittersweet) '89... Let's hear it now for good old '89.
We took our seats, we watched them stringing up a chicken (kept on kicking) as they kicked away the chair... They fed it strychnine! We kept on staring, sick and sordid, as you pulled another bullet from my belt and fired! Count to nine... (ninety nine)... count to nine.
I caught it in my teeth, I licked it clean, I chewed it, I chewed it, struck a match... I flew a dozen stories to my stool behind a widow. Sure I'm small, but big enough (I'm big enough), to send a bullet through your head. A bullet through the center of your head! I'll send a bullet through the center of your head. Center bullet... Rent a bullet...
Ophelia
@ transcribed by Alan Ezust and Jon Drukman and other members of the@ cloud-zero mailing list.
Crawling through a minefield, we never saw the signs The lightning flashes thunder claps Oh is it just a dream, Ophelia?
Saw the dark clouds rolling Scavengers evolving as we made love on a log in the fog Is it just a dream, Ophelia?
There was just a hint of searchlight It illuminates a pair of lonely souls locked together Is it just our dream, Ophelia?
Trying hard to hide To motor clean but rolling for a gallery of eyes watching, bleeding Is it just our dream, Ophelia?
And love is blind it cracks its stick across our fingers makes us bleed It makes us sick Is it just our dream, Ophelia?
Waters boiling but the need is strong and we have to swim Let's find an island find a log that maybe we'll call home Our home, Ophelia.
We think that we can make it on our own. Our dream, Ophelia.
The Tear Garden
@ transcribed by Alan Ezust and Jon Drukman and other members of the@ cloud-zero mailing list.
Our lady on the blacony in black and red the band plays stronger Spinning back we tread on broken glass our heels dig harder I circle round inside your belt I felt your heart race faster Our eyes met with the eyes fixed in the sky all seeing, knowing, probing, to the bottom of our souls
on tear garden
you shivered we cowered in the corner we watch the arms go flying rigid heard them call his name again pressed our hands to our ears we waited for the rain waiting for the gentle rain to fall on tear garden
My Thorny Thorny Crown
@ transcribed by members of the cloud-zero listA trip to the insomnian in chains they licked his cranium sunk wires in his brains he stayed the same, too old to change he watched the world fall down on tuesdays he smelled the angel trail but he's just a snail he counted to six hundred...
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