Princess Coldheart (transcribed by members of the cloud-zero mailing list - corrections welcomed.)

Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her chain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing...filed in, failed, and so she killed them.

Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, without a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn't move her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Some were daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some would touch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it; one-by-one they died.

Others chanted poems...even showered her with strange expensive gifts. She wouldn't read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery to rest.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Then, one October night, the humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock against her throne. He snatched her hand and took her home.

Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She even lets him kiss her breast.

In the courtyard flowers bloom; they drape themselves 'round tombs and rows of crosses.... In their garden flowers bloom; they pick them, decorate their room. It's touching.

It's touching, so touching. It's touching, so touching.

The Pleasure Palace

Get right down and work, work. Beat it, eat it, lick it out, and drink it down and spit it out. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. 500 pounds of meat in amyl nitrate. Nice and neat. Repeat, repeat. don't hit me with a wooden fish cos I can hear the bells ring, my burning bride.

{???} closed the door and keep her out. Forty days, forty nights, waiting for the time, waiting for the green light says, "Come in boys, I'm waiting here, I'm lonely, I need your company, I need a {???}, white flash. I'm waiting, I'm desperate. I need some energy, so I can {???} quiver, quiver, quiver. {???} in my sacrifice. {???} sacrifice. Yes, I'll be your sacrifice, but please don't hurt me with the {ribbon fist?}. {???} tie my legs together. Please don't hit me with the {fish??}, I'm {???}, I might just split from eyes to knees to feet to {???}. I'll be your sacrifice. I'll be your sacrifice. {???} I can hear your bells ring. {???} I'll be your sacrifice.(x3)

The Collector

Butterflies, three blind mice, eight little maids in a box. He met them, he kept them, he carefully puts them away for the rainy day, when nothing's left, no nothing's left to collect. {Whistling} And sometimes he'd look in his catalog, and it was like the whole wide world bundled up and waved, and he'd saved those waves, and he'd count them. He'd count them, cos he loved counting things. 3 french hens, 2 turtles doves, a monkey in a big palm tree, a bunch of green bananas that are never ripe, an orangutan who says I love you and you can pull a string and it grins and it, it's a happy little thing, but it doesn't say much, so it isn't much good company. 15,934 plastic facsimilies of the Eiffel Tower, twenty percent of which were broken because they were made in Taiwan so they weren't built to last at all, and anyway the proportions were completely wrong, because they don't have the Eiffel Tower in Taiwan. All they have is pagodas. And he had many bagodas too. He had twenty-eight bagodas, which he shrunk with water and kept them all in a big trunk which he dug out from the sea from a huge wreck of this old galleon, and he kept galleons too, many, many galleons with skeletons and lots of treasure, and he collected them. He collected all the treasure in all the world, and he owned all the banks.