FUGAZI

ASSASSING
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Watching you, watching me

I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis

On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend

I am the assassin

Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare
Who gouged the notches in the family tree
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance

Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
Listen to the blade, feel the blade !

Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervor
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction

My friend, your friend, the assassin
My friend, your friend, the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
Let bitter silence infect the wound

I am the assassin, your friend
I am the assassin, your friend
I am the assassin, your friend
Assassin

You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone
Parading a Hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash-till ring of success
A non-com observer, I assassin, the collector... defector

So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice

And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway
My friend?

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Punch and Judy








PUNCH AND JUDY

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Punch, Punch & Judy, Punch & Judy, Punch & Judy.

Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen, Punch and Judy, Judy, Judy
Found our nest in the Daily Express,
Met the Vicar in a holy vest, Punch and Judy, Punch and Judy

Brought up the children, Church of E,
Now I vegetate with a color TV
Worst ever thing that happened to me,
oh for the D-I-V-O-R-C-E., Oh Judy

Whatever happened to pillow fights?
Whatever happened to jeans so tight? Friday nights?
Whatever happened to Lover's lane?
Whatever happened to passion games?
Sunday walks in the pouring rain?

Punch, punch, punch, punch the Judy, punch, punch, punch, punch the Judy
Punch, punch, punch, punch the Judy, punch, punch, punch

Curling tongs, mogadons
"I got a headache baby, don't take so long"
Single beds, middle age dread,
Losing the war in the waistlands spread
Who left the cap off the toothpaste tube,
Who forgot to flush the loo?
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor, Oh Judy

Whatever happened to morning smiles?
Whatever happened to wicked wiles? Permissive styles?
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes?
Whatever happened to hard fast drives?
Compliments on unnatural size?

Punch, punch, punch, punch the Judy, punch, punch, punch, punch the Judy
Punch, punch, punch, punch the Judy, punch, punch, punch

Propping up a bar, family car,
Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk. Punch and Judy
World War Three, suburbanshee,
Just slip her these pills and I'll be free
No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more

Goodbye Judy !
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Jigsaw








JIGSAW

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We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece
We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework
We are Siamese children related by the heart
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation
Holding the word-scalpels on trembling lips

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
The problems always seem to be we're picking up the pieces
On the ricochet, this is the ricochet

Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies
Forever repatriated on guilt-laden morning planes
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
To another summit conference, another breakfast-time divorce
Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
The problems always seem to be we're picking up the pieces
On the ricochet, this is a ricochet.

Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room
Empty chambers embracing the end
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a Trevi moon
Dream coins for the fountain, or to cover your eyes
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries
Sensed the smoke advancing from horizons
You must have known that I was concealing an escape

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
The problems always seem to be we're picking up the pieces
On the ricochet, this is a ricochet.

I'll be seing you again, on the ricochet
Will you show me the pieces next time, on the ricochet
I'll be seing yo again, on the ricochet
There is a problem, there's a ricochet.

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Emerald lies








EMERALD LIES
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To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent
As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore
I am the harlequin, with diamonded costume dripping shades of green
I am the harlequin, sense strangers violate my sanctuary,
Prowl my dreams, my dreams and they're my dreams, they're my dreams.

Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts
Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots
Innocence, what a surprise, innocence, what a surprise !
Innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence.

To don the robes of Torquemada, to resurrect the Inquisition
And in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions
Within questions within questions
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara
A forty-watt sun on a courtroom drama

And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono
Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum
This is innocence.

And accusation's moths that circle around the light
They char their wings in spiral senseless, suicidal flight
Pack our world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace
And dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue, these shades of blue, of blue.

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She cameleon








SHE CAMELEON

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Sheltering her ego on the edge of the floodlight's arc
She'll contemplate seduction, calculate the catch
When she moved her presence speared me
When she spoke her words ensnared me
Watch the lizard,
Watch the lizard, watch
Watch the lizard with the crimson veil.

Distinctly a casual affair

She crucified my heart in the depths of a satin grave
As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade
Within the spiral of the cigarette
You betrayed your bedside etiquette
I saw the lizard, touch
I saw the lizard, touch
I touched the lizard with the crimson veil

I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before
The smiling she-chameleons, the smiling vinyl whores
Chameleon

Distinctly a casual affair

They know what they want, they sing your name and glide between the sheets
I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet
So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I said,
Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed,
So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I bled.
Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn, betrayed on a lizard's bed, on a lizard's bed.
We chameleon, we chameleon, we (oui !) chameleon.
Chameleon.

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Incubus








INCUBUS

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When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion,
Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead
Perfumed shift, within the stammering silence
The face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career, career.

You've played this scene before, you've played this scene before
I, the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye,
I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, reaction.

The darkroom unleashes imagination, in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star, always be the star,
Untouchable, unapproachable
Constant in the darkness, in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would only be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cats walk.

I've played, this scene before, I've played, this scene before
I, the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye,
I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, satisfaction

An irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhere.

You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear
Who, as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity
You, who I directed with a lover's will, you who I let hypnotize the lens
You who I let bathe in the spotlight's glare
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
Just like a greasepaint mask

But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past
I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun,
Its just begun
Begun, begun, begun, begun, its just begun

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter, paralyzed, with rabbit's eyes
Searing the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloque, maintain the obituary
My cue line in the last act, and you'll wait in silent solitude
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt.

You've played this scene before

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Fugazi








FUGAZI

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Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in my private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, teras from the real.

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition
The albatross courtship marrytime tradition)
Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck)

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to Fives, with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
This magdalene contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease-stained roll-call
Linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows
Decriminalized genocide, provided door-to-door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite-infested heavens
Waiting, wai-wai-waiting the season of the button, the penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane, insane.

Do you realise, do you realise, do you realise
This world is totally fugazi !

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries
Where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
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