Come Back My Children

(lyrics/music--ministry) published by spurburn music

Stronger than reason
Stronger than lies
The only truth i know is the look in your eyes

Just like a car crash
Just like a knife
My favourite weapon is the look in your eyes
It's mine! get off mine! get off mine!

Chewing on glass
And eating my fingers
I'm not the one who has run out of lies
Run out of lies
Run out of lies...

Hurting my face
Walking on splinters
I lost my soul to the look in your eyes
You've run out of lies
Run out of lies...
[all we elected was....?]

In the winter in a seaside boarding house
The killer swigs and reels 'round his room
Telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel
Yellow light seeps through a fly-blown lampshade
Fading with the dawn
He yells and laughs, "they all wanted it.
It was easy, so how could it be wrong?"

Chorus:
5 am and the seas are boiling
5 am and the windows crack
5 am and my hands are on you
Big madness
Big madness

When i phone you just to hear your voice
Oh please, don't judge me so
It's just that i don't think i'll rise again
Till i've seen how low i can go
Next springtime when i'm gone for good
And you struggle to find the words cruel enough
Through all these dying continents
My stupid laughter will be heard--chorus
Big madness

Let's go round again
Let loose again
Off the wall again
Across the floor again
And come on in his chair
We can make believe he's there
Make our bodies answer our unspoken dread
If he walked in the room
I would slap him with his slipper
Would we laugh? would we scream?
What? what? what? what?

I walk the streets again
Until it's day again
I nearly try again
I'm at your door again
All your need and regret
Forms a new breath of angel
Forming joy, world without love
What? what? what?

You don't understand
We don't understand
(third verse, three things make him speak in tongues.
I dunno. i dunno!)

Let's play again
And we will laugh again
We'll forget it when
We let it loose again
And i gasped at the view
As we pushed it where we're going
And the words burst out--
Why? when? what? what? what? what?
Try just again [...?]
What? what?

A box full of groceries
Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees
In the main street chill
She sleeps at night in broke-down cars
Squirts the dreams into her arms
She says, "junkie-man, have your fill."

Well, she had friends that went abroad and do not write
She says the hardest ones are those who stay behind

Chorus:
In the valley of the dead cars
They would end it all if they could start
They sent out their kids to wander the world
Now they can rest at last

You're out scootin' by the graveyard
And you're looking for a brave heart
Could've been your lover but you said you never gave
You have to be home early
Or you'll get smacked 'round the head till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet
You hump the devil, you hump the police
Criss-cross harlem playing hide-and-seek with death

And now she lurches off as haughty as a queen
To take the waters in old skibbereen--chorus

So i took her back with me to my own true place
Which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage
Overlooking a disused waterfall
And we lay there in silence, fruitless silence
Until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me

They come withal in their japanese cars
They know where the good meal bargains are
And they spy by the side of the road
In the twilight, rain and storm
She juts her thumb in futile haste
Contempt to her is sweet to taste
The nuns told her, "do not waste sensation."

When the towns are all just smoking empty shells
She will still be here doing what she does well

In the valley of the dead cars
At the mouth of a flooded mine
I will embrace you hard
And we'll wait for the sun to shine
In the valley of the dead cars
The valley of the dead cars

On suicide bridge, i found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the crouch end. there i was. an old lady passed me. she smiled and said, "good morn
Young man." i looked at her and i said, "i'm going to kill myself." she smiled again and said, "yes, i think that's a very good idea."

On suicide bridge one winter's day
My eyes were sprouting lemons
I had paid a greek to listen to me speak
He said "limasol *, she beckons."
And so my subjects gathered beneath me there
I gave a mighty roar
"wi' me too-rye-ah, fah-la-deedle-dah"--
"shut up, irish bore!"

Come back, my children! come back! come back!
All that was lost has been regained, shall remain with us
Now and forever, amen.
Come back! come back! come back, my children! come back!

* a city in crete.

(lyrics / music--lou reed) published by mgm music

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("get your fingers in.")

Lady godiva, dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy
A spurting pink toy
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely
Saying words that have all so clearly been said ("you will do--")
So long ago ("--what i tell you.")
[...]
Here today now and dipped in the water
Making love to every poor daughter's son
Isn't it fun?
"doctor is coming," the nurse thinks sweetly
Turning on the machines that neatly pumps air
("make the incision at the base of the skull.")
The body lies bare

("i want you to think of me as someone you can come to with your problems.")

Shaved and hairless, what once was screaming
Now lies silent and almost sleeping
The brain must have got away
Strapped securely to the white table
Beneath the gauze the body will wither and writhe
Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
Sees the growth as just so much cabbage ("take the bone saw--")
That must now be cut away ("--and cut around the perimeter.")
Now comes the moment of great, great decision
Doctor is making the first incision
One goes here and one goes there
"ether tubes are leaking", says someone who's sloppy
Patient, it seems, is not so well sleeping
The screams echo up the hall
Don't panic, someone give him pentathol instantly
Doctor removes the blade cagily so from the brain
By my count of ten--the head won't move
("and there you have it, ladies and gentlemen--the human brain.")

Haaaaa!! here we go, everybody!!
All you fucking bastards!! yeah!! haha!!
Oh, oh, lady godiva
My queen of the killing floor
Oh, oh, lady godiva
[...?] in a butcher store
La la la la la...

I'm here on a mission to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this: you're running down the staircase at random. you take one step, you take two steps, yo
E seven steps, 10 steps, two steps, 15 steps, 19 steps...you're lying in a heap at the bottom of the staircase--blood, bones, powder, that sort of thing--and you're wondering, how did i get here
Then you look up and you see...it's a man in a cowl, it's a man in a cowl, he opens his face to you--it's jimmy tarbuck*. he is saying, "kiss the ring! kiss the ring!", and he says, &
Yes, there is a santa claus, and anybody who blasphemes against santa or any of his helpers shall die." what do you do? what do you do?

You whimper thanks to the heavenly sky
Its grey is getting lighter
No peace of mind or sleep for you
You haven't earned it yet
And you won't by dusk, i bet
Until you learn what futures you've destroyed
We musn't see you sulk or get annoyed...no

On the day i lost everything they couldn't help enough
They shot my veins full of gelatine
I said, "thank you very much, you're too kind!"

While they lived in luxury
I made do with money, sweet money
And now i'm going to measure the rain
And you can sit and watch me--look! look!
Don't even think about not answering your phone
It might be me and i know you're always home

On the day i lost everything they couldn't help enough
They stopped my clock and they folded my wings
I said, "thank you very much for everything!"
It means, "i'm gonna destroy you with my slings and my bullets!"

On the day i lost everything the sky was purest white
And the clocks had stopped so i started to sing
"the magpie sleeps tonight"

On the day i lost everything

* a veteran liverpool comedian, talk show and game show host, and a golfing enthusiast as well.