AaDzhyd China Doll (Ka-Spel, Edward)
AaDzhyd China Doll
AaDzhyd! It creeps and I fall and I'm peeled from the lips to the hips and my inside's outside. Hide me in your bed God. You can spread me on your bread, God. Or throw me in the cell... You call it "Hell", I call it warm! A fizz. Apokacidilipsmakk. I crack. I crawl. (So get those fucking horsemen off my lawn!).Flesh Parade
Up before the Flesh Parade... The pretty faces... The bedroom eyes... The pouting lips. The longing thighs say "Come in for a night, you won't regret it - but don't make any plans". She likes a man, but a hand is just as effective. A mutual need. No need to talk. No moonlit walks, no sun-drenched beaches. Just a bed and just an alarm clock, says your time is up. Go find another body (boy, girl) in the Flesh Parade. The line-up never changes. And, sure, nobody's perfect. Just good at Perfect crimes. We have the standard phrases; ask the time. How about the weather? Don't care about the spots. My only interest is your mind. (Got the time for a grind in the Flesh Parade?)The Qa'Spell
Kissing frogs is fine when you're single, when you've time to spare. You hold the mirror, comb your hair, the manna drops down from heaven. But spare a thought for me; light a candle. Place me in the flame... Handle me with care, I'll maybe melt away. If you do believe in me; yes if you are convinced - I'll be your prince now and forever. No more wincing as you kiss a frog, and no more waiting...The Unfortunate Demise of the Favulous Puccino Brothers
The host if heaven welcomed seven ghosts. He gave them coffee, showed them 'round but the catastrophe had left them speechless. They'd tried to teach us kids how human beings could be pyramids when Gideon went ssliding on a banana skin. The stage caved in. They hit the cellar. Hit the deck. Stone dead and seeing red when gates were golden [....?....] Peter told them how they'd like it there... make tightropes, tiptoe gently through the clouds. And if they fell, just ring a bell. A net would catch them, stop them dropping headfirst into hell!Nuts in May
Nuts in May go firing guns while Nuts in June write speeches. They find a box to preach on while the kiddies screech in prams. And mum sucks on a choc-ice, mumbles how the weather's nice. It's like a desert island; the cannibals run twice around the pot and pop you in and pick you out all red and chewy. Then turn you into superglue for kids to sniff on... makes them nuts in May with guns and Nuts in June who write those speeches.Traitor's Gate
The river's wide, the river's deep. I know I scraped the bottom with a rock chained to my feet - the fishes feed on my mascara... You were smiling when you met me... Yes, you promised me the world. You said that you'd protect me... You were smiling as they threw me from the viaduct.Blowing Bubbles (Part III)
Sometimes you criticise me, analyse me, dice me in eight equal slices; I'm cut down to size. It's alright - I love you! It's a long drop, I've been there far too many times. But you always caught me and fed me and warmed me. (I'm flying too high!) I love you.The Fool
You call me up. They cool me down. They drown me with a syphon spewing ice-knives, nail me to my shadow, case me in a plaster-cast and cast me down the mine. I'll dig until my fingers shine and blood runs down the wall. They wanted coal but I'll keep scraping until I'm striking gold. It's fool's gold, but I'm just a fool - be sure, it's real enough for me! I'll make a crown. I'll take my princess to the holy ground, we'll waltz around the stones. So fast, we'll twist into another time. Another home! Just you and me; a few well-chosen friends because we need them. It's so lonely caged in eden eating apples only cause we're so damn bored.A DREAM IS A DREAM, NO MATTER NO MEANING A DREAM IS A DREAM - BUT IT'S REAL AT THE TIME!
Witchfinder Suite (transcribed)
He tightened the chord and frightened the maids and pretty pretty dumb-dumb fell and she prayed as he fanned at the flames, called the names of the saints he remembered...oh, witchfinder...Took a lamb with a lisp, a horse with no name and he'd reach for his whip and he'd wait for the whispers, pull out a name from his hat that he could play with... oh, witchfinder...
Laying (???) in the shade, slid his hand up her dress and he'd pull on his blade if she tried to resist, not a lot to confess, but enough to be convicted...oh, witchfinder...
Floating...(incomprehensible spine chilling whispering)
Spaces in time... tracing my lifeline... a grand design... smashed on a landmine... soon... you told me, shall be soon... but when you hover through... just soon... soon... soon....