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SHE’S A VAMPIRE She’s a vampire She feeds off of me night and day A vampire She feeds off of me That’s OK
Whenever she’s around I live beneath the ground With her She’s a vampire
She’s a vampire With her I’m equally cursed and blessed A vampire She put the unconscious mind To rest
And later in the dark The soul does Cartwheels for a lark She’s a vampire Plain and stark
At night, at night I flit around the light And never settle Like a moth, a moth Who can’t turn the engine off Not in fine fettle
She’s a vampire And when I lay me down to sleep A vampire sends me Vibrations from the deep
She’s worth her weight in gold But what she’s got can not Be sold
She’s a vampire |
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1989 When the sun Raised its ugly head With a frown In this ugly town
I was sold Grim and eighties cold Brought up red In up over my head
So in up over my head I was seeing red I had the ten-year Tory blues Down in my pointed shoes And all hell to pay
All hell to keep me hanging on the path I’d gone These endless miles with no reward Intensely bored to be ignored Oh I say
Yes I said, I said
I have something to offer Something to offer I have something to offer Something to offer
But nobody was listening with their blissed-out beats And so headlong into a dream world I did then retreat And there I stayed There I stayed
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The Wild Swans & Nick Drake & The Velvets and Fairport The Go-Betweens & Kate Bush & The Triffids and Kraftwerk The Wolfgang Press & Swell Maps & The Passage & Talk Talk The Blue Nile & The Soft Boys & The Beatles & Grant Hart The Rain Parade & Eno & Tim Buckley & Beefheart New Order & Pere Ubu & Mark Eitzel & Big Star The Chills & Ivor Cutler & Incredible String Band The Seeds & Television & over and over again |
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BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
She’s the catalyst amongst my pigeons She’s the one who’s made me see That the fuel I burn upon is Non-sustainable energy
And although I guess I should be grateful It just makes me want to spit On her
I was crowned the king of nothing much A long, long time ago There was snow and hail and frost and rain And frost and hail and snow
And nothing in particular to be inside an eighties Northern town If you were pale and far and bright As me
What I will never understand is why it ran this way What I will never comprehend is what got left behind And what is here to stay
I was standing on a land spit in September between two worlds The one I have right now and one I left behind And I made agreement with myself to lay the past to rest Signed sealed and documented I the undersigned
But there was one thing I just couldn’t figure out And that was whether you were part of what’s abandoned or what’s kept As I wept
Into the sea |
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