we've done no wrong with our blinkers on It's safe and calm if you sing along This is the happy house-we're happy here in the happy house. To forget ourselves-and
She tries not to shatter, kaleidoscope style Personality changes behind her red smile Every new problem brings a stranger inside Helplessly forcing one
Desert kisses in the sand engulfing joints, engulfing land Tidal fingers cling to rocks a deadly grip, a deadly lock cursed and pissed into the ocean
She falls into frame with a professional pout but the polaroids ignite on seeing their subject and the aperture shuts-too much exposure Voyeur sucks
Look to the hills-now look at my face Do you notice my eyes-are they in the right place? There's a Mantovani backdrop-to pucker-up a tummy tuck A voice
It's a hybrid of me-I'm a hybrid of he You're a misfit of me-I'm a misfit of you ...in limbo Carbon copies run blue-a reminder for you but they're only
) Produced by Nigel Gray and Siouxsie and the Banshees. Recorded at Surrey Sound, The Coach House and Polydor January-May 1980 Information: Billy Houlston, c.o Siouxsie and the Banshees
knock on our doors and the tendency for tenants is tenacity The paint is cracked and the paper peels the plaster falls and the body reels...softly Forty
Chasing a monsoon over the dune Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon I don't have to prove I'll last longer than you One hump or two any handicap
Headhunters, headshrinkers and long distance runners Dust gathers on momentoes-Dust gathers on proud moments Young voices grow thick and old The cheers