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Honeymoon In Red

by Lydia Lunch

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Come Fall 04:54
I am king. I can do anything. Come follow. Come fall. I will show you all and mine. Everything's mine Then give you twin bright coins to put all yr eye lights lids down. Then fasten the door. Fall in time. Fall in time. I count all of mine on fingers stained so . . . Come fall, come fall, close your eyes. we can dance on a tree. and you will never touch the ground, touch the ground She said "I can do anything." I am king . . . Come fall, come fall . . . come follow your leader. Published by Dying Art
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So your heart may not be broken. We can only hope for the worst. You just can't keep from repeating, hand to hand, heart to heart break always in the dark . . . and so much less special than the rest. Too many lips to weep a sad and seamy side to the same old storyline. The bitter winds of the last work, so stale and so dimly dim. We could have one helluva time, while God, he just looks away, but there's gum in the chairs that dance in my head and now can this be new again . . . Published by Widowspeak/Rough Trade Music/Dimeheart
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Dead River 02:40
Take the right bank to the night river Watch the dreary soul seekers wretched What flies by night, dies by daylight Under broken trees we rest our weary hearts, our weary feet On the banks of the river deadly Souls are swallowed dry and loney I could live so deaf and dumb dull, accompany this unholy bunch and i for me don't wanna know those secrets that you leave Behind those blue-black eyes published by Widowspeak/Dying Art
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Three Kings 07:26
The moons at night like you and maybe stars are When I lie in bed, when i lie, I lie I wear a Mongolian hat, it's a real mean steal with a real mean point That stars the pillow dead, that stabs it I lie in dream blood, stabs soak the bed We come from death, lust down the ages We keep our company starved in cages No sins, just blood and beer in your stoned-blind Hole in haloed soul No sins, no, an not much else Burn my sheets and you'll burn Watch it I wear dangerous things to scare night out of here And fat men fat as moons, to scare night out of here Blood keeps my soul untied and black is not as night is rotted dreams I'd like to leave them for dead, i'd like to So I got a point, when I lie in bed, when I lie, I lie You better play dead after dead, you better play The moons at night are red, Christ, you and maybe stars are Dying to be followed, dying to be When the star bled this message down, it said, once there were three kings, sucked in by a star, scarred white and spiteful It led them off, far to any old shed Oh God to God to Hell, you've got it wrong You've got it wrong, you've got the wrong God, You got it wrong Published by Dying Art
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Done Dun 04:28
We'll go for a walk and you'll get nowhere This road leads to every disaster Riding shotgun thru this silence Spitting out these vicious secrets There's a kill in a car and he's parking it right outside my face Get it done with, get it done with Is that a coffin fulluva cupids you keep pushing through my gate There's a lot of fallen angels getting crushed beneath his feet Now the killer gets the car and just drives it right into my guts Get it done with, get it done with Now the tears start flowing the fun really starts Goodbye heaven, here comes heartache Now the tears start flowing the fun really starts Goodbye heaven, here comes heartbreak Well the blood is really flowing and the fun it really starts I don't need no derelict bloodshed To lay these stains upon your altar Saying prayers for passion killers Who like saints commit these murders Published by Widowspeak/Dying Arts
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Take the wheel of the world and drive, drive, drive, drive, drive Quick as a gun, blind like a ghost, I catch most things in my blood you all lose between rooms One last gasp before I go, your crystal skin laced with rust Laced with rust, laced with rust Take the wheel of the world and drive One blood lust glance of the Milky Way, two shots, one in a million Short-circuits a billion light years away Down here it rains blood and milk for months, the Zulus are getting too strong to play with no more, no more, no more Take the wheel of the world and drive A pocket too fulluva stars, too hot to handle alone Burning a hole, smouldering footsteps that lead to a heart Mine, yours, who cares, it still burns, still bourne, I'm still burning, burning down Take the wheel of the world and drive Published by Dying Art
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Blood and guts in the moviehouse, slaughterhouse, slaughterhouse He rips thru all the movie buffs, he rips them up, he rips them up He goes where he don't wanna go and what he does, he doesn't know He's the saddest creature known to man An unknown Sam in an unkind land He's out of his head and it's out of his hands He's dead in the head He does it up 'cause he's come undone, he does the blood walk and he does the blood run Everything is going black, he's feeling weak with a mean streak Come to me my little one, my heart is stone, my heart is cold He's out of his head and it's out of his hands He's dead in the head, dead in the head, dead in the head, etc.
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Recorded in London, Berlin and Brooklyn, 1982, 1987

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released September 3, 2015

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