Lyrics: Dog

Dog

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Crybaby
Blue Sheets
The Kidnapping Of Anna Wildsmith
Pornostar
Lip
More Candy
My House
Kali
Like It Should Be



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Iíd 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-Iím back-On track-For the big blow-out
Hey Jack-Iím back-On track-For fun and games

Hey Jack
Sit on my lap
We wonít chat
About the weather
Hey Jack
I wanna wrap
My legs
Around your back

Hey Jack-Iím back-On track-For the big blow-out
Hey Jack-Iím back-On track-For fun and games

Pay me back Jack
Slap me
Jack paint me black
Pay me back Jack
Slap me
Your babyís back so whack me

Hey Jack-Iím back-On track-For the big blow-out
Hey Jack-Iím 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
Iíll break into little pieces just so you can put me back

Crybaby

I havenít stopped crying
It happens sometimes
After dark
When my mind goes places Iíd like to go

I close my eyes
And dream Iím 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 havenít looked back
Since I got out
But I go back there sometimes
Picking up pieces
I dropped
Broke
Forgot
And I think
Iíd like to take you back there
To get lost
Where youíd cry
Like I cry

Donít touch me
Nothing touches me
ĎCos I cry baby

Blue Sheets

In heaven
There is no sound
Save the beat of an angelís 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 skinís 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
Weíve been expecting you
Weíve been expecting you

DRUGS

It howled
Weíve been expecting you
You know youíre from the chosen few
Here
My dear
You wonít go to waste because
Dogs are gods
Living out in Space

DOGS
DRUGS
LIVING IN SPACE

Pornostar

Je ne suis pas une pornostar
Jíaime fumer des gros cigars
Et quand jíai besoin de feu
Je demande a qui je veux

Je ne suis pas une pornostar
Je conduis des autocars
Jíai 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 jíecarte mes cuisses
Je ne joue pas dans un film X

Je ne suis pas une pornostar
Quíon ramasse dans un bar
Jíaime 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 jíecarte mes cuisses
Je ne joue pas dans un film X

Je ne suis pas une pornostar
Quíon ramasse dans un bar
Jíaime le cul
La baise
Le sexe
Avec un soupcon de tendresse

Lip

Je níaime 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 níont pas peur du nylon

I WANT YOU
NOT YOU
FROM MY POINT OF VIEW
ITíS THE BEST THING I CAN DO

Je níaime 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 quíil 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
Itís Friday night
Eat candy

My House

The whistle of the wind
Wed with howling hounds
And the whine of tarpaulin
Resounding on a wreckís roof
Cuts my ears
ĎTill 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 wasnít 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 Ė 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
Iíd drown your delicious body

When I touch you
Each pore of your sugar/salt skin
Speaks of sweet things
Opening me up Ďtill 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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