WReCK'D SKeLeToN...
the mystery manifesto
Entry of Christ into Liverpool - excerpt
posters
signs
gleaming salads
COLMAN'S MUSTARD
J. Ensor, Fabriqueur de Masques
HAIL JESUS, KING OF THE JEWS
straining forward to catch a glimpse through the crowd,
red hair white robe grey donkey
familiar face
traffic lights zebra crossings
GUIN
GUINN
GUINNESS IS
white bird dying unnoticed in a corner
signs
gleaming salads
COLMAN'S MUSTARD
J. Ensor, Fabriqueur de Masques
HAIL JESUS, KING OF THE JEWS
straining forward to catch a glimpse through the crowd,
red hair white robe grey donkey
familiar face
traffic lights zebra crossings
GUIN
GUINN
GUINNESS IS
white bird dying unnoticed in a corner
splattered feathers
blood running merged with the neon signs
in a puddle
GUINNESS IS GOOD
GUINNESS IS GOOD FOR
Masks Masks Masks Masks Masks
GUINNESS IS GOOD FOR YOU
blood running merged with the neon signs
in a puddle
GUINNESS IS GOOD
GUINNESS IS GOOD FOR
Masks Masks Masks Masks Masks
GUINNESS IS GOOD FOR YOU
FALL - excerpts
- Theme from Sparta F.C. -
Come on I will show you how I will change
When you give me something to slaughter
Shepherd boy (Hey!)
Everybody's sick (Hey!)
Better act quick (Hey!)
-
I don't have a jack knife it went up the hill
I don't know if i'll get it back
But by hook or by crook I will
Hey! Hey!
-
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C
Come on I will show you how I will change
When you give me something to slaughter
Shepherd boy (Hey!)
Everybody's sick (Hey!)
Better act quick (Hey!)
-
I don't have a jack knife it went up the hill
I don't know if i'll get it back
But by hook or by crook I will
Hey! Hey!
-
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C
Horrors
- Three Decades -
Three decades in Canada and now you plan
To leave your home and lead a life more valiant
To leave your home and lead a life more valiant
Feather white, she occupies the virgin berth
Climb to her as if there were no barriers
Climb to her as if there were no barriers
Don't give up, stand tall, this is your hour
Full of joy, the boy within must try
Full of joy, the boy within must try
Forget your regrets
Cavernous imagery grips your mind
Don't let your fear dictate your life
Cavernous imagery grips your mind
Don't let your fear dictate your life
Forget your regrets
Don't lose your purpose, this is your hour
Feather white, before your hand she lies
Don't lose your purpose, this is your hour
Feather white, before your hand she lies
Don't give up, stand tall, this is your hour
Three decades and now you lead your life
Three decades and now you lead your life
- Primary Colours -
Praise him for his character, has no defects
A shining example, and one to rely on
Newest messiah now all rolled, rolled into one
Cover his shoulders in primary colors
In primary colors
A shining example, and one to rely on
Newest messiah now all rolled, rolled into one
Cover his shoulders in primary colors
In primary colors
But as he falls asleep
The colored lights will keep
Unwanted vigil over, where he is
He don't know where he is
The colored lights will keep
Unwanted vigil over, where he is
He don't know where he is
Demands of a million, now everyone needs him
Sycophants send him to the edge of reason
Everyone knows him, he knows himself better
Haunted by alpha, he fears that they'll leave him
In primary colors
Sycophants send him to the edge of reason
Everyone knows him, he knows himself better
Haunted by alpha, he fears that they'll leave him
In primary colors
But as he falls asleep
The colored lights will keep
Unwanted vigil over, where he is
He don't know where he is
He don't know
The colored lights will keep
Unwanted vigil over, where he is
He don't know where he is
He don't know
Our pack leader will confront his fears
Though new kings are born, he'll stay on his throne
Riding through town on a chariot high
Glory adorned and immortalized in primary colors
In primary colors
Though new kings are born, he'll stay on his throne
Riding through town on a chariot high
Glory adorned and immortalized in primary colors
In primary colors
Schizophrenia
[Thurston]
I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in
Her light eyes were dancing she is insane
Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain
She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones
Schizophrenia is taking me home"
[Kim]
My Future is static
It's already had it
I could tuck you in
And we can talk about it
I had a dream
And it split the scene
But I got a hunch
It's coming back to me
I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in
Her light eyes were dancing she is insane
Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain
She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones
Schizophrenia is taking me home"
[Kim]
My Future is static
It's already had it
I could tuck you in
And we can talk about it
I had a dream
And it split the scene
But I got a hunch
It's coming back to me
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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