December is the cruelest month but this time for once my cheeks are warm After long years in the monkey-house I am ready for the storm Let them throw all their cannonballs let all their strongmen come I'm ready to go anywhere through venom, sick and scum!
December is a trusted friend I always recognise her face It's a plague of fool blown aside forever by her soft and silent grace She is reckless as a Mayday gentle as a stone she ready to go anywhere to carry me back home!
December fell deep in the bleak mid-winter time when Jesus Christ Howled saviour's a baby howl a primal truth as pure as ice And though we crucified him on a cross and dragged his words from payer to curse He was able to go anywhere He was almost one of us! He was almost one of us!
They wanted me here Just to show you my face But when it comes to the crunch I just hide in disgrace You're calling me mad But i know you're the same Cause you got to be seen to be playing the game Yes we got to be seen to be playing, the game
It ain't gonna hurt now If you open up your eyes You're making it worse now Everytime you criticise I'm under your curse now But I call it compromise I thought that you were wise But you were otherwise
A specimen like you I would love to obtain I asked a tedious guy if he'd tell me your name I'd love to impress you With a back sumersault I wanna take up your love But it's locked in a vault I wanna take up your love But it's locked in a vault
It ain't gonna hurt now If you open up your eyes You're making it worse now Everytime you criticise I'm under your curse now But I call it compromise I thought that you were wise But you were otherwise
When i open my mouth I'm so brutally honest And i can't expect that kind of love from you When you open your mouth Your teeth are beautifully polished And i can't extract the pain you're going through No i can't explain The pain you're going through
It ain't gonna hurt now If you open up your eyes You're making it worse now Everytime you womanise I'm under your curse now But I call it compromise I'm under your curse
It ain't gonna hurt now If you open up your eyes You're making it worse now Everytime you criticise I'm under your curse now But I call it compromise I thought that you were wise But you were otherwise
I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you it's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart Tuesday Wednesday break my heart Thursday doesn't even start it's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait and Sunday always comes too late but Friday never hesitate
I don't care if Monday's black Tuesday Wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back it's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed Oh Thursday watch the walls instead it's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait and Sunday always comes too late but Friday never hesitate
dressed up to the eyes it's a wonderful surprise to see your shoes and your spirits rise throwing out your frown and just smiling at the sound and as sleek as a shriek spinning round and round always take a big bite it's such a gorgeous sight to see you eat in the middle of the night you can never get enough enough of this stuff it's Friday I'm in love!
Given free will but within certain limitations, I cannot will myself to limitless mutations, I cannot know what I would be if I were not me, I can only guess me.
So when I say that I know me, how can I know that? What kind of spider understands arachnophobia? I have my senses and my sense of having senses. Do I guide them? Or they me?
The weight of dust exceeds the weight of settled objects. What can it mean, such gravity without a centre? What can it mean, such gravity without a centre? Is there freedom to un-be? Is there freedom from will-to-be?
Sheer momentum makes us act this way or that way. We just invent or just assume a motivation. I would disperse, be disconnected. Is this possible? What are soldiers without a foe?
Be in the air, but not be air, be in the no air. Be on the loose, neither compacted nor suspended. Neither born nor left to die.
Had I been free, I could have chosen not to be me. Demented forces push me madly round a treadmill. Demented forces push me madly round a treadmill. Let me off please, I am so tired. Let me off please, I am so very tired.
Since the soul of Carmen Miranda had captured the mind of man
Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can Consigned to the sideshows of history, with the patronized orphans of film She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent men In love with the trance of her dances And abandoned by them And abandoned by them
She called in the boys She remembered their names, and the sorry condition they came in The dances were soiled, they spun and recoiled From the master tapdancer inside them, beside them
The soul of Carmen Miranda had captured the mind of man Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can The soul of Carmen Miranda for the price of a can-can The soul of Carmen Miranda for the price of a can-can
When routine bites hard and ambitions are low and resentment rides high but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed And there's tast in my mouth as desperation takes hold Just that something so good just can't function no more
But love, love wil tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again
