Lyrics: Dog

Dog Slap Crybaby Blue Sheets The Kidnapping Of Anna Wildsmith Pornostar Lip More Candy My House Kali Like It Should Be Slap I’d been out of my mind for such a long time I was blind - too high to ever come down I was peaking - tweaking the knobs in my head But my brain went dead And my body broke down I lay on the floor - with my back to the door When a voice on the other side said NO MORE Hey Jack-I’m back-On track-For the big blow-out Hey Jack-I’m back-On track-For fun and games Hey Jack Sit on my lap We won’t chat About the weather Hey Jack I wanna wrap My legs Around your back Hey Jack-I’m back-On track-For the big blow-out Hey Jack-I’m back-On track-For fun and games Pay me back Jack Slap me Jack paint me black Pay me back Jack Slap me Your baby’s back so whack me Hey Jack-I’m back-On track-For the big blow-out Hey Jack-I’m back-On track-For fun and games Slap me Whack me Jack make me crack Hit the sack Pack me Jack make me crack Slap me Whack me Jack make me crack I’ll break into little pieces just so you can put me back Crybaby I haven’t stopped crying It happens sometimes After dark When my mind goes places I’d like to go I close my eyes And dream I’m crying Lying close to you Lying I close my eyes To stop the tears That should have stopped When I stopped loving you I close my eyes To forget Crying over you And I do But I lie I haven’t looked back Since I got out But I go back there sometimes Picking up pieces I dropped Broke Forgot And I think I’d like to take you back there To get lost Where you’d cry Like I cry Don’t touch me Nothing touches me ‘Cos I cry baby Blue Sheets In heaven There is no sound Save the beat of an angel’s heart Dancing with mine And there is no light Brighter than his eyes Facing my eyes There I go anywhere I follow the sublime I died before I came here Sprawled in a pit of pain Crushed by a void crawling across my corpse Lifeless without love I awoke to the touch Of his feathered wing Stroking me back to being again Carrying me here Where I am weightless Everything is sacred And time dies In heaven There is no past But in the past There are no shadows No closed doors All is mystery And I bathe there Floating in the arms of a child of paradise Cleansed by his skin’s caress Living off angel juice Flying naked in blue sheets The Kidnapping Of Anna Wildsmith I was on the 9.29 to Swindon When a dog came down from heaven Its coat was black Its tail was blue Its eyes were red with a hazy hue I whispered You are one of us DOGS It whispered You are one of us You must You must get off this bus And as its ears began to flap It barked Hop on Get on my back And up and up and up we flew Past shooting stars And blazing moons Until we reached the golden gates Where a great white beast In a cloak of lace Stuck out its tongue And licked my face It howled We’ve been expecting you We’ve been expecting you DRUGS It howled We’ve been expecting you You know you’re from the chosen few Here My dear You won’t go to waste because Dogs are gods Living out in Space DOGS DRUGS LIVING IN SPACE Pornostar Je ne suis pas une pornostar J’aime fumer des gros cigars Et quand j’ai besoin de feu Je demande a qui je veux Je ne suis pas une pornostar Je conduis des autocars J’ai des petits seins Et une cicatrice Je ne serai jamais actrice Je ne suis pas une fille facile Je suis bien trop difficile Je ne suis pas une pornostar Je ne crie pas Ah Ah Ah Ah Quand j’ecarte mes cuisses Je ne joue pas dans un film X Je ne suis pas une pornostar Qu’on ramasse dans un bar J’aime le cul La baise Le sexe Avec un soupcon de tendresse Je ne suis pas une fille facile Je suis bien trop difficile Je ne suis pas une pornostar Je ne crie pas Ah Ah Ah Ah Quand j’ecarte mes cuisses Je ne joue pas dans un film X Je ne suis pas une pornostar Qu’on ramasse dans un bar J’aime le cul La baise Le sexe Avec un soupcon de tendresse Lip Je n’aime pas les garcons aux cheveux longs Ils tournent en rond dans un nuage de chichon Je leur prefere une crete sur la tete Raides ou pas Ceux-la savent faire la fete Les garcons aux cheveux longs portent du coton Djellabas Chemises chinoises Etranges turbans Les autres se teignent les cheveux en rose bonbon Ils portent du noir Et n’ont pas peur du nylon I WANT YOU NOT YOU FROM MY POINT OF VIEW IT’S THE BEST THING I CAN DO Je n’aime pas les garcons aux cheveux longs Qui ecoutent les chansons de Bob Dylan Ils croient comprendre la vie vue de leurs divans Les jambes croisees Sans rien dans leurs pantalons Je prefere les garcons qui sont Kpuns Qui voient le monde tel qu’il est Rempli de cons Qui cherchent pas a savoir ce qui est au fond Qui lustrent leurs bottes a quatorze trous avec passion More Candy Eat candy Candy girls Hug Candy boys Kiss Candy girls Touch Candy boys Lick Candy girls Suck Candy boys Fuck Candy girls Hug Candy boys Kiss Candy girls Touch Candy boys Lick Candy girls Suck Candy boys Fuck Candy girls No candy No candy girls No candy No candy boys No candy No candy love It’s Friday night Eat candy My House The whistle of the wind Wed with howling hounds And the whine of tarpaulin Resounding on a wreck’s roof Cuts my ears ‘Till I can no longer hear my tears This place is empty Save a few old souls Who come when called to eat their soup Who go when told to go to sleep and rest At the feet of the lonesome massif Where I live Here the rodents hibernate In winter there is nothing else to do The rest of the year They hide from a predator Who has scared all the birds away too I chose my home Distant mountains echo one another With the thud of a frozen goat Fallen onto one of their snow-capped nipples On which nothing suckles I walk there Blasts slap the shutters Which snap and let the dark in The dog curls into a ball He will not go out for a last piss And I cannot switch on the light My head is in my pillow All I see is white cotton Turning red Then black Then grey Rubbing against my eyes Steaming them up Again Kali It wasn’t raining The skies were dry But the sun was nowhere to be seen It was wet The ground was muddy And all I could hear was the squelching sound of my boots As I walked in the heat There was no sign of the time nor the place And space took on the face of constraint I felt headless My body light as a feather My brain – dead There were no leaves on the trees That had turned into leaves Which nested on great big birds Fish out of water Ate cats spawned in rivers And fire sprang forth from the sea Sounds of light vibrated Composing Decomposing Spreading chaos and peace Piercing through the pregnant cosmos To pray for my unborn soul And its release I am awake now My head is on my head I look in the mirror And I see the unseen And I think the unthinkable And I do the impossible And when I go to sleep I shall not sleep I will return I am awake now Like It Should Be When you touch me I want to cry a river of bliss And with each tear Like with a kiss I’d drown your delicious body When I touch you Each pore of your sugar/salt skin Speaks of sweet things Opening me up ‘till I sweat And pearls of rapture pour from within When I touch you I get lost And then I find myself Somewhere Where everything turns on Electricity is everywhere And there is nothing that could not happen When you touch me My flesh crawls on a sea of silk And I float Swathed by each caress Sheltered by your breath Rocked by your cock And blown away by the look in your eyes When I touch you All I want is you All I see is you All I feel is you In me Like it should be

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