J Church Lyric Book: T

Tea Time / Telephone Line / Terror Or Love / The Creep Is Back / The Devil And I / The Doctor / The Dramatic History Of A Boring Town / The Heroic Trio / The Horror of Life / The King / The Legend Of Rita / The Ocean / The Overwhelming Smell / The Satanists Convene / The Star Hotel / The State Of Things / The Track / The Versace Killer / The World's Tiniest Violin / Thirty Second Song / Tide Of Fate / Tightrope / Time / Tomorrow And Forever / Too Late / To The Moon / Traffic Jam / Transvestite Show / Travelers / Tree House of Love / Trepanation Party / Tricky / Turn To Stone

 

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9

 

 

Tea Time

Available on The Precession Of Simulacra CDEP (unlisted track)

Put the dishes in the sink please,
Or the roaches will have a feast,
The leftovers in the fridge please,
It's time to have some tea

The things you are forgetting,
The kitten's needing petting,
And my back, aching,
I guess it comes with age

Put the dishes in the sink please,
Or the roaches will have a feast,
The leftovers in the fridge please,
It's time to have some tea

The rain on the pane,
The cookie's getting stale.
Every day, the same,
I've settled down, I guess, I guess, I guess

 

 

Telephone Line

Available on Meaty, Beaty, Shitty Sounding singles collection CD, Split LP with Discount, Turn To Stone CDS. Original version by ELO. Additional vocals by Harriet Scott.

Hello, how are you?
Have you been alright,
Through all the lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights,
That's what I'd say, I'd tell you everything,
If you'd pick up that telephone

Hey, how you feelin'?
Are you still the same?
Don't you realise the things we did, we did,
Were all for real not a dream,
I just can't believe,
They've all faded out of view

Doo wop, dooby dooby wop,
Doo wop, do la la la la la,
Blue Days, black nights,
Doo wop, do la la la la la

I look into the sky,
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through),
And I wonder why,
(The little things are finally coming true)

Telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight,
Oh, telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight

OK, guess no one's answering,
Well can't you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer?
I'll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night,
And let it ring for evermore

Doo wop, dooby dooby wop,
Doo wop, do la la la la la,
Blue Days, black nights,
Doo wop, do la la la la la

I look into the sky,
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through),
And I wonder why,
(The little things are finally coming true)

Telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight,
Oh, telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight

 

 

Terror Or Love

Available on Split album with Storm The Tower

Romance may be a bankrupt term while we watch the city burn,
I have to wonder if it’s true and I’m so glad I’m here with you,
Planting bombs - robbing banks, call it war, call it pranks,
Call it terror, call it love, watch our numbers rise above

I’m so glad I’m here with you,
We believe in something new,
I’m so glad I’m here with you,
We believe in something new

Romance may be a dated term we love to watch the city burn,
While we make our escape hand in hand - hand in fate,
Living in the underground, now we move from town to town,
Call it terror, call it love, watch our flags rise above

I’m so glad I’m here with you,
We believe in something new,
I’m so glad I’m here with you,
We believe in something new

I’m so glad I’m here with you,
We believe in something new,
I’m so glad I’m here with you,
We believe in something new

 

 

The Creep Is Back

Available on We Are Bacteria split 7". Lyrics not yet available.

 

 

The Devil And I

Available on One Mississippi LP/CD

I will get you back if it's the last thing that I do,
I'm taking classes every night for my revenge on you,
I may get a gun. I'm still not sure what I will do,
But rest assured that you will know what I am going through

What's another sleepless night?
What am I supposed to do?
Can water change to wine?
I can drink myself to sleep,
And hopefully forget to breathe,
I hate what I've done to my life

You wear out your jaw. You're so austere in your belief,
Each day you work a heart between your pretty yellow teeth,
I'm succinct about this feeling but confused about remorse,
For I loved you like a choir of worms progressing to a corpse

What's another sleepless night?
What am I supposed to do?
Can water change to wine?
I can drink myself to sleep,
And hopefully forget to breathe,
I hate what I've done to my life

Christmas night the Devil and I had a little chat,
He asked me would I rather die as a dog or as a rat,
You can please the universe by using any means,
But when you are alone, I hope you think of me

What's another sleepless night?
What am I supposed to do?
Can water change to wine?
I can drink myself to sleep,
And hopefully forget to breathe,
I hate what I've done to my life

 

 

The Doctor

Available on One Mississippi LP/CD

I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated and I
Keep your body perverted and I'm
Lost in inertia,
You're getting better,
You seem to be improving,
But there's never gonna be a cure,
But you're definitely getting better

I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated,
I keep you mutilated

So here's the future,
Lab rats of leisure,
In the name of science,
It gives little resistance,
To push a theory,
Let me pose a question,
Are you willing to die for,
A lucrative infection?

And I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated,
I keep you mutilated

You read the paper,
It lies in bold face,
You strangely feel safer,
Allergic to the ink,
It smells like poison,
A new elixir,
A trace of death,
Most becoming the victor

And I am the doctor,
I keep you mutilated,
I keep you mutilated

 

 

The Dramatic History Of A Boring Town

Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD, The Dramatic History Of A Boring Town 7", The Drama Of Alienation LP/CD

Like the old cliché, "alone in the crowd",
At the top of your lungs you still won't hear a sound,
The unlocked cage both protects and surrounds,
The dramatic history of a boring town

The faint scent of a faint notion,
Goes from my house to the Richmond
(Which we'll burn to the ground),
It dissipates in the strength of the ocean,
The sad aroma of an exaggerated town

We're out of our minds when we're out of the house,
We're selling revolutions by the ounce,
We never even care to burn the city down,
We're selling our souls to so-called undergrounds

All of your plans are so precise,
If nothing else the movement will be organized,
Why don't you shrink it down to size?
You seem more than happy to compromise

Paint doesn't dry before it's erased,
You're passing out flyers to save the human race,
Unfortunately, isn't that the case?
"Who will win the next election?"
I don't care about the politics you wear,
When it falls who will hear a sound?
The city you love so very much,
Is begging to be burnt to the ground

 

 

The Heroic Trio

Available on Cat Food LP/CD, Ox-zine #32 compilation, Slanted CD, Totally Damaged compilation. Additional vocals by Manda Rin from Bis and Harriet Scott.

Something had to happen,
Something had to change,
Babies vanishing, sacrificed,
To a eunuch with no name,
Make a move,
Things to choose,
Either way you're bound to lose,
Even Wonder Woman sometimes sings the blues

Hey you! (Hey you!)
It's true! (It's true!)
I've got news for you,
Nothing you can do

No need to get worried,
No need to give in,
The babies are all born on dates destined to be King,
Sometimes I get lonely,
Maybe it's just me,
But Michelle, Anita and Maggie Cheung are all I ever need

Hey you! (Hey you!)
It's true! (It's true!)
I've got news for you,
Nothing you can do

Hey you! (Hey you!)
It's true! (It's true!)
I've got news for you,
Nothing you can do

 

 

The Horror of Life

Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

She says she's never lived away from the coast
She says that landlocked is the thought that scares her the most
She says the ocean has affected her mind
And surely this is something people find

Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Passing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day),
Stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say

The smoking may be phoney but the tattoos are all real
She hates her body
She hates the way it feels
No-one is a sinner
No-one is a saint
The blood that's on her hands and arms is only red paint

She says the city is an abbatoir
We see the people all around us
Not the blood on the floor
She tells it like she tells a joke
Ha ha…
She laughs through the stink of the smoke

Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Passing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day),
Stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say

Life is so sweet and life is so sad
In the end your loneliness is all you ever had
California dreaming is just a waste of time
The horror of life is both subjective and sublime

Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Passing by the Armory the night turns into day,
The stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say,
To say

 

 

The King

Available on Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD, The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

You may be the pirate king,
And you may be a lot of things,
You may not be a fool for all I know,
You walk to one side of the room,
You wait until they come to you,
But you don't give them anywhere to go

I don't believe magic,
It is just illusion,
You're making it happen,
This sad confusion
You can say you're a better man than me,
But it doesn't mean anything,
You can say you're a better man than me,
You can wear the crown,
You are the king

You must've read a book or two,
They mostly passed right over you,
Now you are a writer on your own,
When you turned on your oldest friends
What message did it to send?
You won't rest until you're on your own

I don't believe magic,
It is just illusion,
You're making it happen,
This sad confusion
You can say you're a better man than me,
But it doesn't mean anything,
You can say you're a better man than me,
You can wear the crown,
You are the king

I don't believe magic,
It is just illusion,
You're making it happen,
This sad confusion
You can say you're a better man than me,
But it doesn't mean anything,
You can say you're a better man than me,
You can wear the crown,
You are the king

 

 

The Legend Of Rita

Available on Palestine CD.

Like I said before, "We speak in codes",
Underneath the Eastern snow,
We don't believe in Western modes,
Race around the Berlin roads,
Rita in your mind; she is deep inside,
The Roaming Hash Rebels always have somewhere to hide

Banks are full of money,
Free for us to take,
We contribute chocolate sweets to be given away,
Banks are full of money,
Free for us to take,
We contribute chocolate sweets to be given away

Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her smiling in your face,
Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her with a loaded AK

When they say "No future",
She shouts out "Guess again!"
She's a good example of how the revolution ends,
Heading to the East,
You think you're in the West,
There's no point in choosing,
Which one you think is the best

Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her smiling in your face,
Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her with a loaded AK

When they say "No future",
She shouts out "Guess again!"
She's a good example of how the revolution ends,
Heading to the East,
You think you're in the West,
There's no point in choosing,
Which one you think is the best

When they say "No future",
She shouts out "Guess again!"
She's a good example of how the revolution ends,
Heading to the East,
You think you're in the West,
But there's no point in choosing,
Which one you think is the best

 

 

The Ocean

Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

With the foggiest notion and a phrase regarded,
Take a look at the ocean and finish what you started,
The ocean is a vacuum,
The night wave's frightening,
Death needs more room,
It's fast and exciting

The wave I crave,
My thought; my grave

With the cliff house leering,
And the cold wind stinging,
The shore disappearing,
The hillside concealing,
An arrogant gunshot,
Slipping sand underfoot,
Returning to the bus stop,
Stars remain unconvinced

The wave I crave,
My thought; my grave

With the offhanded comment,
The truth comes slippery,
The wind comes ripping,
Lost and divisive,
The ocean is a vacuum
The night wave's frightening,
It leers like a black tomb,
It's fast and exciting,
Fast and exciting,
Fast and exciting,
Fast and exciting

 

 

The Overwhelming Smell

Available on Invasion Of The Indie Snatchers compilation, Whorehouse: Songs And Stories LP/CD

He's got a million lines for each of your ears,
He's telling you exactly what you want to hear,
He's telling you what you want to hear,
His hands are sweaty moving

You have a beer, another beer,
Another and another and another beer,
Now you're ready to take him on,
Now you are prepared

Punching walls, punching doors,
Nothing like this ever happened to him before,
Picks his pants up off the floor,
Seen it all before

He will use her for tonight,
She is the one I wish I’d treated right

He walks away,
Your evening saved,
Except the overwhelming smell of his aftershave,
It'll be gone in another day,
And thank God for that

The overwhelming smell of his aftershave,
It'll be gone in another day,
Your apartment stinks like aftershave,
"It's a long story. I'll tell you another day"

He will use her for tonight,
She is the one I wish I’d treated right

 

 

The Satanists Convene

Available on Split album with Storm The Tower

Nothing is the same anymore,
The Satanists convene on the shore,
Their creatures disappeared from the sea,
The gateway vanished into eternity

The Church Of Satan went back underground,
LaVey’s magic organ makes no sound, downtown,
Susan Atkins is nowhere to be found,
Banality now keeps the city wound

The Camera Obscura is gone,
The Church of John Coltrane is gone,
The Mechanical Museum is gone,
Half of all my friends are long gone

I don’t resent the city or the shore,
I feel myself feeling kinda bored,
I wake up just like I did before,
Sleep is no relief any more

 

 

The Star Hotel

Available on Palestine CD.

If nobody remembers the Star Hotel,
And its sad, lurid ghosts,
It's probably just as well,
Thinking through the stinking is not thinking a lot,
Reach into your jeans and see what you've got

Tuesday night is just alright,
I'm nauseous but happy,
Tuesday night is just alright

Close your eyes and realize this is it,
Is it what you imagined?

The walls are dead and peeling,
They don't watch the door,
I used to fetishize the girls,
Now I fetishize the floor,
The carpet's tiny razors,
Bits of glass and bone,
Sleeping is an option if you can get alone

Tuesday night is just alright,
I'm nauseous but I'm happy,
Tuesday night is just alright

Close your eyes and realize this is it,
Is it what you imagined?

Close your eyes and realize this is it,
Is it what you imagined?

 

 

The State Of Things

Available on Palestine CD.

I think it's time to slow down and take it easy,
City life can always get me down,
The heat is so much gentler when it's breezy,
The city doesn't need me around

The film is never done,
The black and white sun,
Electric communication,
Portugal to L.A.

She has got her friend out for the time being,
The beach is such a nice spot for a shoot,
The black and white landscape is beautifully alien,
The Director's little speech is quite astute,

Sex is the only way to not communicate,
And wallow in the anxiety it will replace

The European man goes to L.A.,
He rents a car and lawyer for the day,
The imitation forest of the night,
L.A. eases off in black and white

"L'Aventura" beautiful,
Made on little or none at all,
Loneliness is kinder than you would think

 

 

The Track

Available on One Mississippi LP/CD.

January blows through the track,
You're too hot to feel it on your back,
All alone with everyone,
Do you still remember fun?
Tonight the darkness of the 'loin,
You'll need more than a bunch of coins,
She's there for you but not to stay,
You're invisible anyway

I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(Nobody will ever know)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go, we are invisible)
I can't hear a thing you say

Loneliness is a part of trust,
Now you give yourself to lust,
If you're looking for love then you're out of luck,
And a blowjob costs you fifty bucks,
Walk around most of the night,
You have to wonder about your life,
The further that you go,
The less you seem to know

I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(Nobody will ever know)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go, we are invisible)
I can't hear a thing you say

In broken English, she says to you,
"Hey, I know something we can do,
Do you wanna for a while?"
You wanna believe the smile,
There comes a point when even sex,
Seems empty and irrelevant,
"Can't you stay a while?"

I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(Nobody will ever know)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go, we are invisible)
I can't hear a thing you say

 

 

The Versace Killer

Available on Cat Food LP/CD. Additional vocals on the chorus by Manda Rin from Bis, but they are impossible to transcribe.

You're safe in your home,
You're safe yet all alone,
Violence transcends your bank account,
You crawl, you beg,
You're climbing up my leg,
Mercy comes in most finite amounts

Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
Everybody looks like an easy kill,
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
When I run, I'm caught standing still

You think your life cannot be criticised,
Your wealth obscures your mortal eyes,
Your hopes are schemes and every rock star's dreams,
Are weapons in a war to socialise

Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
Everybody looks like an easy kill,
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
When I run, I'm caught standing still

You're safe, secure,
Well I wouldn't be so sure,
Violence is neither good nor bad,
You scream, you shout,
I turn your insides out,
This is the last fuck you'll ever have

Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
Everybody looks like an easy kill,
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
When I run, I'm caught standing still

 

 

The World's Tiniest Violin

Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

The air is poisoning the street,
You will never get the cedar out of all the air you breathe,
A lot of people claim defeat,
You wanna take your rage and go running, screaming on down the street

And I'm sleeping in the morning,
'Cos the summer sun is boring,
And I can't, I can't stand the heat,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
And I'm sticking to my sheets

Didactic music from the street,
Through the art of repetition it can't mean anything,
Surrender reigns supreme,
Ideas lost like anchors at the bottom of the sea

And I'm sleeping in the morning,
'Cos the summer sun is boring,
And I can't, I can't stand the heat,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
And I'm sticking to my sheets

We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city

It's five in the morning,
The temperature is falling,
My head is exploding,
Synaptic tectonics in motion,
I hate all the water in the sea,
When are you coming back to me?
The stars above my bed and the light in my head,
None of them shone as bright as you,
It's another dreadful song about how you've been away too long,
This is the worst night I've had to live through

 

 

Thirty Second Song

Available on Faux Pas Potpourri compilation, Whorehouse: Songs And Stories LP/CD, Wood Panel Racer Wagon With Mags compilation

Thirty second song still sounds too long,
When everything I say seems to come out wrong,
Nobody wants to know,
They all just want to sing along

Thirty second song still sounds too long,
When everything I say seems to come out wrong,
Nobody wants to know,
They all just want to sing along

So la la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la

 

 

Tide Of Fate

Available on A Million Broken Stereos 10", Nostalgic For Nothing singles collection LP/CD, Tide Of Fate 7"/CDEP, You Think You're Cool CD

Riding in the back, in the back, in the back with no shell,
Trying hard, trying hard, trying hard, trying hard to stay warm,
Trying to keep the bugs out of our mouths,
All that is still is me, you and the stars

Nothing's moving,
Nothing's breathing,
Nothing's changing,
It's sorrow,
Nothing's ever gonna make me plan tomorrow

I could sleep under open skies if I'm back at work by Monday,
Swim against the tide of fate if I'm back at work by Monday

Trying to stay, trying to stay, trying to stay, trying to stay up all night,
Junk food, bad coffee, speeding, speeding all night,
Fast forward the VCR through the better parts of Urgh! A Music War,
All that's left is me, you and the stars

Nothing's moving,
Nothing's breathing,
Nothing's changing,
It's sorrow,
Nothing's ever gonna make me plan tomorrow

I could sleep under open skies if I'm back at work by Monday,
Swim against the tide of fate if I'm back at work by Monday

Nothing's moving,
Nothing's breathing,
Nothing's changing,
It's sorrow

Nothing's moving,
Nothing's breathing,
Nothing's changing,
It's sorrow,
Nothing's ever gonna make me plan tomorrow

I could sleep my life away if I really didn't care,
When the going got rough they called my bluff,
When the light was just a glare

 

 

Tightrope

Available on Meaty, Beaty, Shitty Sounding singles collection CD, Return Of The Read Menace compilation, Split LP with Discount. Originally by ELO, though the middle eight is taken from The Chain by Fleetwood Mac. Backing vocals by Harriet Scott.

They say some days you're gonna win,
They say some days you're gonna lose,
I tell you I got news for you,
You're losin' all the time, you never win, no

If you believe that's how it's gonna be I'd better put you down,
[...?] is always gonna be the same,
You gotta save me now,
You'd better turn around

(Hey)
And I looked around (looked around),
I was heading down,
Won't somebody throw me down a line?

They say some days you gotta give,
They say some days you gotta take,
If that's the way it's gonna be,
Roll it over and you will see

The city streets are full of people going nowhere wasting time,
The things that make today are passing [... the train],
[On] the line,
Can't you see the sign?

(Hey)
When I looked around (looked around),
I was heading down,
Won't somebody throw me down a line?

I wouldn't look you straight in the eye,
I wanna tell you how I feel,
I can feel the music turnin' around,
Won't somebody come down the line?

The city streets are full of people going nowhere wasting time,
The things that make today are passing [... the train],
[On] the line,
Can't you see the sign?

(Hey),
And I closed my eyes (closed my eyes),
I was so surprised,
Somebody had thrown me down a line,
Somebody had thrown me down a line

 

 

Time

Available on Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD. Lyrics not yet available. Original version by Richard Hell And The Voidoids.

 

 

Tomorrow And Forever

Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

Every day your life is slipping way,
Can you imagine life any other way?

Tomorrow and forever is a sacred lie,
Someone said that life is a perpetual dive,
Pleasure is an abstract,
We survive anyway,
Blood will flow through any kind of vein

Every night there are stars in the sky,
But they are effigies of suns already died

Tomorrow and forever is a sacred lie,
Someone said that life is a perpetual dive,
Pleasure is an abstract,
We survive anyway,
Blood will flow through any kind of vein

 

 

Too Late

Available on Grin And Bear It EP, Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD. Lyrics not yet available. Original version by Snuff, on their 1988 album Snuff Said... (Worker's Playtime Records).

 

 

To The Moon

Available on Travels In Hyper-Reality 10"/CDEP

I've got customs, nothing functions,
Tongues and different hues,
I've got sizes, slices eyes,
That know you're nothing new,
I've never wanted to go to the moon,
Or grow too old too soon,
Now you're talking like it's something special to do

I've seen trees,
Been weak in the knees,
And walked in ancient lands,
I've shared rice in a social device,
But it's never been part of my plan,
I've never wanted to go to the moon,
Or grow too old too soon,
But now you're talking like it's something special to do

 

 

Traffic Jam

Available on My Favourite Place 7"/CDEP

Woke up in the morning,
Aggravation A.M.,
Last night's entertainment came to a toxic end,
My body takes the poison,
My mind prescribes the dose,
My personal lie wasn't even close

My days turn into cars,
In a psychic traffic jam,
Situations and destinations are all part of the plan,
My earliest potential never had a chance,
Dance you fools,
Close your eyes and dance

Cut the sound and kill the lights,
The audience are late,
"Sorry" was the only note they gave

 

 

Transvestite Show

Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD, Arbor Vitae CD (unlisted track), Your Shirt 7"

Come on, come on, let’s go,
Let’s go check out the transvestite show,
We can laugh at the spectacle,
But someone still goes home alone

He can’t sleep,
He never dreams,
He goes to bed in tights and wig,
He goes to bed in tights and wig,
He does not know anything except he is alone

Cuts and bruises from home,
He lived with his mom after the separation,
Her anger and sad cruelty,
A mis-fired, hateful energy

You look so much like your father,
Have I told you about your father?
You look so much like your father,
Have I told you about your father?

Life in unreality,
Subliminal reality,
Cosmetic perfection, cosmetic Darwin,
Superfluous shoulders, an otherwise stereotype

But it’s real,
The feeling is seemingly real,
Anger and sadness streak his face,
But yet, he sleeps alone

 

 

Travelers

Available on A Million Broken Stereos 10", Half And Half 7", Meaty, Beaty, Shitty Sounding singles collection CD, Music For The Proletariat compilation, Soul Patch And Cho Chos CD, You Think You're Cool CD

They were standing in broken doorways,
Trying to hide their faces,
Trying to hide form the chilling, chilling hand of light,
But the blue light circled back on them,
They were blinded by the light,
Another night of not getting away,
Me, I was just walking down the street,
Just trying to kill some time,
"Not me sir, I'm just trying to find something to eat,
While I'm here I'm taking in the sights",
At 17th and Mission, there is just one distinction,
They'll tell you anything you want to hear at half the price,
Another stranded traveller,
She knew she was travelling nowhere,
But now she's getting restless waiting on the side,
At first I turned away and didn't want to hear,
Didn't want to believe she was alive,
But somewhere under the nicotine was a voice,
It almost sounded sweet,
But the words were "Half and half for $25"

They come here almost every day,
They come from all around the Bay,
Trying to fill a void inside with fragments of broken glass,
Laughter trapped in silence,
Laughter sounds like violence,
At times the sound is deafening, deafening,
But I had to walk away,
I convinced myself I was above it,
Three AM and I start to feel annoyed,
Like the show around Christmas time I watched when I was a kid,
With an island inhabited by broken toys

 

 

Tree House Of Love

Available on Society Is A Carnivorous Flower LP/CD

We used to stay up all night,
Watching movies ‘til light,
Sometimes picking a fight when I knew she was right
They’d be riding their bikes,
All my friends they are dykes
If it’s not something you like,
Then go find something you like

Tell me something,
Something good,
I’d be happy if I could

When I’m walking at night and I’m feeling alright,
I’m afraid of the light,
Try to keep out of sight,
You can talk on the phone,
Make a garden of stone,
You can call it your home,
But you’re always alone

Tell me something,
Something good,
I’d be happy if I could

Tell me something,
Something good,
I’d be happy if I could

 

 

Trepanation Party

Available on Grin And Bear It EP, Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD. Lyrics not yet available.

 

 

Tricky

Available on Palestine CD.

This is not a good sign,
You say you're losing your mind,
People say it's no exaggeration,
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Or was it something from a gray spot in your head?

I want a cheese and mushroom omelet,
I want a microwave oven,
I want to leave a tip after every meal,
Does that make me a bad person?

What's behind the smile?
What's behind the eyes?
Something sorry if anything at all,
The counter is sticky,
This all seems tricky,
To get out of a bogus situation

I want to stay up all night,
I want to sleep with the light,
I want those dishes to be out of here,
Does that make me imperfect?

 

 

Turn To Stone

Available on Cat Food LP/CD, Meaty, Beaty, Shitty Sounding singles collection CD, Split LP with Discount, Turn To Stone 2x7"/CDS. Originally by ELO. Additional vocals by Manda Rin from Bis (the "Yes I'm turnin' to stone..." middle-eight) and Harriet Scott.

The city streets are empty now,
The lights don't shine no more,
And so the songs are way down low,
I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning,
A sound that flows into my mind,
The echoes of the daylight,
Of everything that is alive,
In my blue world

I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone,
Turn to stone when you're comin' home,
I can't go on

The dying embers of the night,
A fire that slowly fades till dawn,
Still glow upon my wall so bright,
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning,
The tired streets that hide away,
From here to everywhere they go,
Roll past my door into the day,
In my blue world

I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone,
Turn to stone,
When you comin' home?
I can't go on,
Turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone

Yes, I'm turnin' to stone 'cos you ain't comin' home
Why you ain't comin' home if I'm turnin' to stone?
You've been gone for so long and I can't carry on,
Yes, I'm turnin', I'm turnin', I'm turnin' to stone

The dancing shadows on the wall,
The two-step in the hall,
Are all I see since you've been gone,
Turning, turning, turning,
Through all I sit here and I wait,
I turn to stone I turn to stone,
You will return again some day,
To my blue world

I turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone,
Turn to stone when you comin' home, I can't go on,
Turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone

I turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone,
Turn to stone when you comin' home, I can't go on,
Turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone