Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging
dusk, Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight The
panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel
stalks the night
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the
fear Within their eyes, (their eyes)
Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal
for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of
dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head
they bow in shame They cannot face
the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's
name
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the
fear Within their eyes, (their eyes)
As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant
mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so
clear He Knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt
the sky
As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the
stagnant mere Along the forest path
he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He Knows that victory is
secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal
blood, as moonbeams haunt the sky
Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral
pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, (their eyes)
II. Grendel's
Journey.
Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in
dew Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through
Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream An
alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams The shaper's lies
his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp
Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart
III.
Lurker at the Threshold.
Hounds freeze in silence bewitched
by the reptile spell Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy
dell Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife
Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries
Screams are
his music, lightning his guide Raping the darkness, d-d-death
by his side
Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken
beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene
Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their
sacrifice as even their hearts must know
Heroes delusion,
with feet in the grave Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the
brave, he cares not for the brave
So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep
me out You should have known better after all this time
You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander With your
ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes Why should I feel pity
when you kill your own and feel no shame
God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna
take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame
So you say you
believe in all of Mother Nature's laws You lust for gold with
your sharpened knives Oh when your hoards are gathered and your
enemies left to rot You pray with
your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan
gods
Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand
You call for justice and distort the truth Well I've had enough of
all your pretty pretty speeches Receive your punishment, Expose
your throats to my righteous claws
And let the blood flow, and (let the blood flow), flow, flow,
flow.
Charting the Single
Yeah! Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter
If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in
Paris I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my escape on the
midnight train - Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you -
Charting the single
Schnapping my fingers on an
alcoholiday Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to
Cologne All night hotel Liebling make your Mark
Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home Home is
where the heart lies, Where is home, is where the heart lies, but
where is home?
Get a pizza the action when I Romeo
again Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine
Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade Wedding rings, I
know when Venice time, Venice time to chart the single, to
chart the single
Charting the single, charting the
single
The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so
common market Stockpile experience before the blond hairs
turn to grey, Before the blond hairs turn to grey
I like to train, express myself in the universal language Ego
on my face in the nicest possible way It's absolutely the
nicest possible way
Charting the
single
I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my
name I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game, Charting
the single It's a solo performance on a one way street
You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet
Charting, charting, charting, charting the single
Yeah, yeah, charting the single Yeah, yeah, charting the
single Charting, ouh, charting, ouh charting, ouh, charting the
single Charting, charting, charting, I'm charting the
single Charting, charting, I'm charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, charting (the single) Charting
the single, charting the single
Home is where the heart
lies, but if the heart lies, Where is home, is where the heart lies,
but where is home? Where is home? - Charting the single
Market Square Heroes
I found
smog at the end of my rainbow I found my thoughts shift
slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the
walkway I realise it's time to plan the day, (the
day)
I'm a Market Square Hero gathering the storms to
troop Cause I'm a Market Square Hero speeding the beat of the
streetpulse. Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me.
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the
ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands
from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide
the silent steeples
Cause I'm a Market Square Hero
gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square Hero
speeding the beat of the streetpulse, the streetpulse. Are you
following me? are you following me? Well suffer my pretty
children and follow me, follow me!.
Change, change,
change! Change, change, change!
I am your Antichrist
show me allegiance, (Are you following me) I am your Antichrist
pledge to me defiance, (Are you following me) Suffer my pretty
warriors, Suffer my fallen child, (Are you following me) The
time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end (Suffer!)
We March!!
I give peace signs when I wage war in the
disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny
from this maze
Cause I'm a Market Square Hero gathering
the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square Hero speeding the beat
of the streetpulse, the streetpulse. Are you following me? are
you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow
me
I'm the Market Square Hero,
I'm the Market Square Hero We're Market Square
Heroes, We're the Market Square Heroes (Are you following
me?)
I'm the Market Square Hero!
Three Boats Down from the Candy
Three
boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach
Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep
Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses preach
It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think
crying wolf will give you the answer
You ask for my
love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for1
experience? I'm a poet, I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I'm a minstrel, I
don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin let debauchery
reign, let it rain.
Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the
sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my
laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped on Polaroid,
a puppet drawn on celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin,
just flotsam in a silent void
Three boats down from the
candy, I'll remember you Three boats down from the candy,
much to much to lose Three boats down from the candy, those
words were never true Three boats down from the candy, I'll remember
you, I'll remember you, I'll remember you
Cinderella Search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholicalphabet Through
the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses
down and reeling on the Cinderella search
On the
rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold
with a horizontal aim Conversation needs
translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella
search, Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling
all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and
saxophone, Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections
in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the
Cinderella search, Cinderella search
But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken, Swam through
the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection
in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I
touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the
Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh nomore, nomore!
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting
development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes
The footman memorised the number But the prince still
holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a
bedsit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales?
Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were
always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was
that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never
really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me
time, won't you give me that time!
Welcome back
to the circus Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
I always use the cue sheets
but never the nets Always the cue sheets but never the
nets, Never the nets, never the nets,
nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless,
Welcome back to the circus!
Lady Nina
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night A
dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right So you swim to the
disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo Your lucky charms are
tarnished so you leave alone But there's one place left to go
before the taxi home After all you've made your
Marks
One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor
The next night you're Marilyn Monroe Forever kissing frogs
that think they're princes Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the
romance go?
Your little sister babysits, your husband
picks you up at six The make-up hides the bruises and the tears
so they never show 'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've
ever owned It's the only way you've ever known to make your
Marks You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe it's for real
Ich liebe dich, liebst du
mich
Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with
me But I love my wife and I love my family
I've got a good job, responsibilities And I need to keep
respect from society I know you'll never act with
me, I know that you're in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina?
You made your marks, you made your marks Ebony flowers
pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light And Edith Piaf
sings a lullaby for the night Just making Marks, just
making Marks Just making Marks, just making
Marks
You made your Marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light And
Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night Just making Marks,
just making Marks...
You made your Marks,
And you made your Mark - Just making Marks, And you
made your Mark - Just making Marks
Freaks
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst
potential? Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how
experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your
hometown? Did you think you were buying safety
when you bought that piece of ground?
She said all
the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here,
please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are
here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at
me
Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the
night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the
light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps
following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad
looking after you
He said all the best freaks are
here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at
me So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me, stop staring at me
Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel
the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of
the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as
you head for the plane Stop staring at me
Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your
pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and
seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when
you're living with a name
All the best freaks are here, all
the best freaks are here, Please stop staring at me, all the best
freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring
at me Oh, stop staring at me, oh, stop staring at
me
They said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me All
the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop
staring at me
Tux On
Tux on, tux
on, tux on, tux on, tux on
He has eyes down at the bingo
on that lucky friday night The match was rained off Saturday but
the panel came in bright And on Sunday your mates were toasting
you with champagne down the pub And on Monday you
went to London To pick the cheque up with your
mum
You had a tux on, mmm, you had a tux
on The first time you had a tux on, lucky man
There's a photo on the mantlepiece, when you bought your first guitar
And your girlfriend came to see you when you were the rising star
You knew your luck was holding when you filled the local hall
The first time and the last time that you thought you had control
You had a tux on, lucky man, you had a tux on You got
a tux on, tux on
Now you're touring stadiums, you've let
it go too far Standing with your manager, your back to every
bar Blurning all your credit cards, chopping out the pain
Crowding into toilets with a host of your new-found friends
You got a tux on, nothing's changed, you got a tux on Lucky
man with a tux on, you're still the same with a tux on
It
was eyes down in the parlour, they prayed it wouldn't rain A
brother pulled his cuffs down to hide the blue-black vein His
razor'd more than lines out, they found him just too late The
final performance, the main man lies in state
With a tux on, look at him now with a tux on The last time with
a tux on, take him away with a tux on
Somewhere in a
tenement, in a well-thumbed magazine Someone finds a
photograph that triggers of a dream The uniform that
symbolizes the comfortable life He's always known his luck's in
but now he's found the drive
He's got a tux on,
look at him now with a tux on He's gonna get one with a tux on,
free admission with a tux on Get it anyway with a tux
on
He's got a tux on the easy way with a tux on,
tux on, tux on, tux on
Margaret
For
me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie,
bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Moira Anderson, eat
your heart out! You-ou--
You'll take the high road an' I'll take the low road, an' I'll
be in Scotland before you for me and my true-love we'll
never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch
Lomond
You'll take the acid an' I'll take the dope, an' I'll be
stoned before you for me an' my true-love, the drink waters'
well on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch
Lomond.
Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe
for toe Arm in arm (an' row an' row all for Mhairi's
wedding)
Step we gaily (on we go, heel for heel and toe
for toe Arm in arm an' row an' row all for Mhairi's
wedding)
I said you, you, you, you'll take the high
road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road
On the lead guitar, from Yorkshire Mr. Stephen Rothery!
I said you, you, you, you take the high road I said I'll, I'll,
I'll, I'll take the low road On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from
Aylesbury Mr. Peter Trawavas!
I said you, you, you,
you take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low
road On the keyboards, From Dublin Mr. Mark
Kelly!
I said you, you--, you'll take the high road
I said I'll, I'll--, I'll take the low road On drums, per-cus-si-on,
Mr. Michael "E.T." Pointer!
And a very big round of
applause, for yourself, one audience tonight. It takes
two!
On vocals, and percussion Fish! ... A dream
fulfilled!
(Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma-
Margaret)
I said you take the high road (an' I'll take the
low road, an' I'll be in Scotland before you
for me and my true-love we'll never meet again On the
bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond)
(Sweet Ma-
Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret) The balcony: Sweet Ma- Ma- (Ma-
Ma Margaret) Say yer Scottish: Sweet (Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma-
Margaret)
I said you'll take the high road
(An' I'll take the low road, an' I'll be in Scotland before you
for me and my true-love we'll never meet again)
On the
bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie Banks of Loch
Lomond! Banks of Loch Lomond!
Sweet Margaret,
Sweet Margaret Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma-
Margaret!
Thank you Edinburgh, good night,
we shall de-fi-nite-ly return