Siouxie, Siouxie, Siouxie Siouxie, Siouxie, Siouxie She is Back Again She is Back Again Back Again, Siouxie's Back Again With a little cold Call her Goldilocks This Porridge is too old Porridge is too old She's 30 years young Caught too much sun too much sun and the boys made her run Home in tears she grabbed her gun Laughing at every joke she did not understand Till she peed her pants And could no longer Off Herself The Others Had The Last Laugh When Siouxie took the wrong path Filled her life with Troubles that would last Oh no Siouxie shot her She dreamed of the day when she spilled her blood on the porcelain tub and she could reach the Multicolors of the Sun Multicolors of the Sun The Sorrow's placed on Everyone Horrors Horrors Siouxie's Got a Gun Siouxie's Got a Gun and She's Back Again Dreaming of the Day When she'll spill her blood spill her blood porcelain tub and she could reach the Multicolors of the Sun Siouxie's Got a Gun Siouxie's Got a Gun Oh! Siouxie's Got a Gun Siouxie's Got a Gun Siouxie's Got a Gun Siouxie

In my bedroom There is a chest Where I keep my most magic nest I dip-dye my eggs Before they hatch My dreams are tall I welcome all To meet my beautiful doll Her name is Servant the small She’ll grow up to be Ten times this tall In the small house I draw the bridge To a poetry mother Singing songs both Tall and small About the idea of children That run through her mind yard Singing find me, oh find me Shouting catch me, oh catch me Pleading birth me, oh birth me Forsaken Girl You came before Mother could ‘ford Someone Another Someone Another Someone Another Someone Another Someone Someone Servant the Small Fit in her palm She carried her to places She did not belong Like knock down alleyways Where fishes got hooked on the jaw Pulled down their pants and pled, “Sing me a song, wontcha Ma?” And Servant laid down in a bed of Wishing Well Ponds She warned, Don’t toss me a coin I’ll only be lost To a barren land of echoes Sweet Lordie I was wrong To keep you in a pocket, Two sizes too small To keep you in a pocket, Two sizes too small She runs through the mind yard Says darling I forgive you You traded time to be you Hopping over Virtue Hopping over Virtue Hopping over Virtue

You are a Sad Hunter Feeling the worst of it all Carefully you slide Off the Mountain Face Not knowing where you will fall You are a Sad Hunter Feeling the worst of it all Watch out behind you There’s a Bear in the Dark She is a Mother Protecting her children She has the strength of the world She has no ego She puts it all on the wall You are a Sad Hunter Feeling the worst of it all Collect all the berries Quickly now it’s Fall You replace the hunger in your heart To feast your appetite You hum a little song Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf in Hunger Disciplines of a Wolf You are a Sad Hunter Begging for it all The spirit compels you to dream In pictures tall In the Face of the Mountain You saw a rock and it looked like your Dad In the Valley of the Mountain You felt the breast of your Mother

Golgotha Mountain Close your eyes and see The Wonders of Colors The Play of his Power Trick Your Eyes until You Believe Miss Mary Rosehead Came to build a broom That would keep out the hurses, Sweep out the curses She died when she came in the room Jesus a Simple Man Woke up on a hill When he gave up his spirit, Tacked on his pirouette He never wished to be home again Jody the Merchant Came to sell his wares Of pictures of the Lord That morning he swore He would have a home one day Mr. Ernie Macklemore Came over land and sea To be cured of his vision Weary of the phishin I don’t want to see anymore Golgotha Mountain Appeared in a dream to me I rue this life I fear the next one Golgotha, Sing me to Sleep Golgotha Mountain Why do you follow me? I look out the window I see your burning tower The embers of your flame reach me I raised three children Under your good faith I told them about you, I told them to pray for you Lordie lay us down at your gate

On the island of Lesbos We sit and watch the cosmos grow It’s an island of Love For the little ladies who Grow tired of keeping their Sealskins in tow Incense is burned As we lap up the milk The kittens purr as we Scratch their fur We curl up by the flame And we share our fruits and grains Idols are washed Every morning on the rock Where the First Woman Came And her Lover took the blame The Chorus sings this song all day The Women laugh and sway It is Athena’s way In Goddesses we pray Oh No, You wanna come outside? Oh No, You wanna get on a boat? Oh No, You wanna cut your hair? Oh No, You wanna fall in love. Oh No, You’re gonna fall in love. Companions roam in 2s and 3s and 4s Between lockets of hair Woven flowers hold our stares Under Mimosa Tree We sit and feel the breeze The wind carries song Of the lute player’s homily We’ll live as family Profess our love and glee Leave ego in the sea Oh No, You wanna come outside? Oh No, You wanna get on a boat? Oh No, You wanna cut your hair? Oh No, You wanna fall in love. Oh No, You’re gonna fall in love. At the full moon we swing Let our blood mix with the sea Its the season of bleeding The monsoon spring The hungry girls sit At the dock of the bay Waiting for new blood of women gay We welcome you, We welcome you, we welcome you We all say Nights blend into the day Under lotus we way Around the Pole of May we play Birth our babies from the clay For Eternity’s Today Eternity’s Today Eternity’s Today

May Day Spin Around See what’s under your Lily white gown Red Blood Pools In the porridge of your knickers They point and chase They smell the virgin nickel The fastest boy takes Your golden ribbon Lays you in the Valley of decisions May Day Spin Around You’re a woman now Keep your chin off the ground Fertile Girl in the Forest of the People Their desire threads The eye of her needle Fall in the forest In an Ouroborus Tween the mouth and the tail There’s a secret life to dare In the ballroom trees I meet my lover fair Keep a little quiet There’s a bear over there Ogham is the language Of the trees and the people In the Beltain wrinkle There’s a fine little keeper To the portal of a town Called Lost and Found Where the boys shoot pigeons and the Pretty girls drown May Day May Day Lily of the Valley Bird by the Sea Once knew of the May Day Tree Baby Lamb Cotton With Ribbons in her hair Dances with the Pollen In the Air All the towns people say Boy I wanna see her She’s the Queen of the Bees She’s surely gonna please On May Day On May Day May Day Bring her ‘round Pick off her fruits and Seed her down Run around quick Or the mud will start to slip Skip over the bodies That have quit Here is the Church and There is the Steeple Open up your hands see Ten little people sing Skip and Jump And skip and jump In an endless circle King of the people Sees her vision in a fever Doctor says his Mind’s grown feeble Keep her in the corner Of a pinhole in a box Her image is ingrained Like flies to a flock Mayflower Queen What does she mean When her garden bed Fills with poison seeds He keeps her little body In a hole in his wall Looks through her veins To see his kingdom tall On May Day We get on the ground On May Day We gather round Skip and jump and Skip and jump in an Endless circle Your ribbon’s running out It’s so bright I can’t see On May Day It’s so bright I can’t see

The Hangman married Isis on the 5th day of May The white flowers opened and Goldmund went back on the road Leaving a good clear trail of good women promises and a stench of gone for good Oh me? I’ve still got Harlan’s letter stuck In the crawl pane between a shining glass and a piece of yellow wood that was my crib and will be my coffin In a room strewn with the miracles of ecstasy and agony A woman in her childhood gown Paints cheap toxins around her iris Her inkwell is her own spilled blood and the Crackpot idea that something like eternity Will and should occur before the beauty runs out I picture a surgeon’s steady hand in an opium field black thread against pale skin and a whole lot of red in the periphery When Harlan came into that room of hers some time later he spied that letter in between the looking pane And It felt like this was as easy as ever as a moment that never should have happened It was once his letter, or it at least had his name on it Intwined in cursive with his wife’s Just as we are all amateurs in loving they stumble over the right way Making many knots Praying one will keep It’s the day before the Jokerman marries Isis And I’m getting ready to paint my face again Just as usual there’s a celestial event That we got tickets for but are too busy fucking little did we know we were in the two front seats Of a big old shadow stunting an already weak light And even so we have our own eclipse Every sunday morning When we’re sleeping on through the nicest day of the year I’m looking for a Mantle? a low lying lady to sit in the lap of To admit to each other That we are bastard children Of whoring angels who fell You’ll say I’m an elemental woman Under a bough laden with sweet poison A simple girl who stitches the saddle onto the old horse The wings back onto the dove Seams too deep they cut the flesh as they move The messages and the rations The branches of meaning Back and forth between two dots on a line You thank me for setting fire to your old life that somehow I I’ll say you’re the matchbox keeper Who I followed into dark rooms Under fuller moons To bathe in the presence of, You under a small hot light You with your guitar Singing that devil music again into an empty room Under that swinging light above You beckon me to join by saying the curse of my full name In the last American bar at the end of Mao Zedong row I straddle the silk that covers my ankles And pull all the stops outta a musical box with no spinner or key I cradle the air you exhale And pump the organ the color of wine stained lips And when the taxman chases us away And we inevitably fall into pits And the bramble catches one of us We will still die together for we are stupid stupid lovers For we both made deals with the devil As we are just two alcoholic micks But in my heart I know that Jesus was just a poor jew And it is not heaven we will go to, not hell It is the space between winter and spring, Eternally emerging in and out and in and out of the gates of love and union, Birthing and killing. We will be cast off by a god For our sin of love eternal For you will be my god And our love my religion

Was a pebble in the sand That you picked up you picked up See fossils in your eyes But You’ve survived You’ve survived My bloods on your hands You stroke the violence Like a man You pick me up You pick me up And everytime that you go I know I will be A river of darkness and light Come chasing I feel free Valkyrie, God of Endless Mercy You know I had to bleed For this love I need Was a horse in the fight I was betting to die Sold my body for a dime Took ten pennies that’s alright You pick me up You pick me up You paid the price You paid the price Thousand dollar wedding For half a wife And everytime that you go I know I will be Yours forevermore Feeling free Valkyrie God of Endless Mercy You know I had to bleed For this love I need

He’s a Religious Man Walking on Planet Earth But I can’t know a man Other than He’s my Religious man Keeping time on the bay How far he sees I will know on that day He’s a Father of Child Dressing son from the piles I look over my shoulder, Past my nose, down the aisle He’s the Man of the House Keeps his tools in a box I cry Father of mine He sits me on the rock And asks me what is wrong He tells me I am loved By him and by God He’s my Religious Man

I came over addled Cause I thought you were mine Trimming the grease of a dirty dove Heralding the peace of love Rue Rue Feeding lines to the mouth I rule I starve the part that begs for food Crush the first flower born in spring There’s a reason for everything Rue Rue In the dark of the Morning sun I close my eyes To dream another one Dust is a marker of time, for I Keep the ashes of all my lives Rue Rue I bind a broom with the Mulberry leaves Spider Angel Weave with me & Dance & Dance & Dance & Weave & Weave & Dance & Dance & Dance & Weave & Weave & Dance & Dance & Dance & Weave & Weave & Rue & Rue Spider Angel take me I’m in your web Set me free Spider Angel climb with me I’m in your web Set my spirit free