1. |
Siouxie's Back Again
03:34
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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
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2. |
Servant the Small
05:00
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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
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3. |
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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
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4. |
Golgotha Mountain
03:45
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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
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5. |
Lesbos
05:48
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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
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6. |
May Day
06:05
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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
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7. |
The Binding
06:45
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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
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8. |
Valkyrie
04:09
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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
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9. |
Religious Man
02:31
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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
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10. |
Spider Angel
05:07
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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
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11. |
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