KEVIN
COYNE LYRICS - ALBUM: Pøliticz
1981
Your
Holiness
(Kevin Coyne/Pete Kirtley)
Your
Holiness, say a prayer for me
My brother
and myself we beseech
You help
us in our quest for eternal happiness
And money,
money, money, money, money, and money, money, money, money, money, money
Your
Holiness, now come down here
Give
us the benefit of your advice
Keep
on praying, keep on praying, keep on saying, "God will save us all, He'll
save us all"
Your
Holiness, with your baubles and beads
Your
jewellery for all the world's needs
Send
an aeroplane of snowy white through the clouds with Gods light
And money,
money, money. money and money, money, money. money, money
Your
Holiness, you're not listening to me
(x2)
I'm
dying day by day, millions of others are going the same way
Your
Holiness, you're not listening to me
(x2)
I'm dying
day by day, I'm so confused
You can't
help anyway
Liberation (Kevin Coyne/Pete Kirtley)
A row
of cigarette burns upon your arm
A burst
and bloody nose
Call
the police for the hundredth time
Keep
on getting a familiar line
"It's
nothing to do with us" they say
"You
shouldn't argue anyway"
"You
should know by now, you're just a slag, just a cow
You shouldn't
have let him down
After
all he is your husband" (x2)
But what's
that got to do with me?
I'm just
a man and I've been there, you see
Felt
the violence and felt the pain
Liberated,
I won't go there again
Go there
again (x3)
I can
hear you crying
Not an
answer from the room
He's
out there somewhere drinking out his failure and his doom
He wants
to know if you'll return again
But enough's
enough, enough's enough, enough's enough, enough's enough
Here's
your sister
She holds
your hand
She's
a woman, not a man
She's
a woman and she understands
Let me
tell you she understands
She knows
and I know
There
is a much much better road, much
Don't
go there again, don't go there again, we won't go there again , we won't go
there again
Fun
Flesh (Kevin Coyne/Pete Kirtley)
In your
Palladian mansion
Black
swans on the lake
Staring
from the silken curtains
Hear
the laughter shake (x2)
See your
son, your little brat of a son
Shooting
down the sparrows
With
his daddy's golden arrows
While
you stand by just laughing
You're
perverse and old, you're perverse and old, you're perverse and old and old
and old
Old
Your
gloss lipped secretary just came into the room
Gave
you the latest news of the day
They're
letting down the tyres on your green limousine
They're
taking all the Champagne bottles away
But you're
still touching the fun flesh
Touching
the fun flesh, rifling through the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh
Touching,
yes you're touching, touching, yes you're touching
Touching
yourself daily
With
anguished memories, laughing inside, crying outside
Not sure
what to wish
You could
wish for a better life, eternal youth
But your
son gives it all to you, you say you've told him the truth
But he
is just a clone
He is
on his own
He is
just a clone and you're old, old, old
Your
rabid dogs might bite you
They're
old and they're blind
You've
treated them so cruelly
But you
don't mind
The golden
gorgeous dollies
What
a stupid word
But
you never realise the times have changed and you look so absurd
Touching
the fun flesh, riffling* through the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh
Touching,
yes you're touching, touching, yes you're touching, touching
You never
quite got to grips
With
a sedentary life
But now
your money and your legs fail you
And you've
nothing left to hold
But this
little boy with his little laugh
Who never
understood
Who never
ever will
Unless
you set him free
Where's
the remedy
Perverse
and old
(x2)
God damn
this family
You may
see a vision
But I
don't suppose you will
Of another
life for you and your offspring
But you
are so bigoted
You keep
reading the books
Keep
sending for the mail order forms because you like to look
And you're
touching the fun flesh (all you do), you're touching the fun flesh, rifling,
rifling through the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh
Touching,
yes you're touching, touching, yes you're touching, not touching yourself
You never
touch yourself, you don't know yourself, you never touch yourself, it's all
in a book
Touching
the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh, women are fun flesh, women are fun
flesh
Women
are fun flesh, women are flu, flu, flu, flu flunkies, you fool
* Riffling: the 'i' sound suggests this instead of "rifling" - see http://www.thefreedictionary.com/riffling v.tr #2 (through e.g. books, which are mentioned later in the song) - a note by Martin.
Flashing
Back
(Kevin
Coyne/Pete Kirtley)
Flashing
back through the endless photographs
Such
faces and such memories, can't it be, can it be I'm just dreaming
I'm just
leaving, leaving the ground again
Flashing
back, I'm supposed to be so realistic, so objective, so realistic
It's
just a trick, a trick of the light on my eyes
I prefer
the lies, I prefer the air
Don't
call me a fool (you're a fool) (x2)
Take
your banners away from my eyes, take away your dogma and take away your lies
Don't
call me a fool (you're a fool), such a fool
Flashing
back, there were better times at last, it seems
I'm liaising
with my dreams
Closer
to the one I am
The floating,
the floating little man
Flashing
back
Don't
call me a fool, don't call (you're a fool), don't call me a fool (you're a
fool) don't call me a fool (you're a fool)
Take
her away (you're a fool) your prayer books and your strain
The things
you did again and again
When
I was so young
But now
I know I prefer to flash back
Sleeping
on the way I do
Maybe
that's the only truth
Flashing
back with you (you're a dreamer, you're a fool, you're a fool, you're a fool)
Tell
the Truth (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull)
Have
you heard the story about Robin Hood?
Now Robin
Hood was really good
He fed
the poor to feed the rich
He didn't
do a thing the bitch
Heard
the story about Guru Christ?
He was
a man infested with lice
He thought
he was really nice
But where
is he now, we need him now
We need
him now
Tell
the truth (x8)
Hear
the story about Josef K
A man
who had his day
A lion
in his lair
A man
who knew anywhere
He could
control your soul he said
Now that
man is really dead
Is he
dead? Dead. He's dead. Is he dead?
Tell
the truth (repeat)
Banzai (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull)
Hanging
out your washing
On the
Siegfreid line
Looking
for a future
A life
divine
I don't
know
How you
really feel
When
they ask you to give up your freedom
Working
in the factory (x8)
Working
everyday
The company
looks after you
Give
you a house and a view
After
several years, you may be allowed to drink
You may
be allowed to think, who knows?
But you're
working, yes you're working, yes you're working, yes you're working, yes you're
working
Waiting
for the call (x2)
Banzai
(x2)
Time
to die
Banzai
(x2) oh banzai
Diving
on the long ships
Like
our fathers did
Emperor's
bidding
We must
do his bid
We're
waiting for a leader that's strong
Someone
who can help us live our lives, live our lives
Someone
to help us live our lives
Banzai
(x3)
Prepare
to die
Banzai
Working
in the factory (repeat to fade)
Poisoning
You (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull)
Cripple
cranked vision
A sheltered
life
A millionaire's
row
A naked
wife
Doing
my best to get it right
But I
know
I'm
poisoning you, poisoning my friend (x4)
Poisoning
you, you
I don't
mind, I do it all the time, I don't mind but I do it all the time, well I
don't mind, do I do it all the time?
Do I?
Do I?
I was
waiting for the perfect embrace
A night
of satin and crinoline and lace
A satisfied
mind
A satisfied
me
I'm waiting
for an answer
But who
are we?
Poisoning
you, poisoning my friend (x4)
Cranky
drivel from the corner of the bed
Looking
at the shape of your pillow, is it your head?
Way down
below, the real fire burns but I feel I'm turning, getting old and I'm...
Poisoning
you, poisoning my friend (x8)
Poisoning
you
Are you
poisoning me, poisoning you?
(ad lib)
Magnolia
Street (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull)
It's
an understatement
, perfect lie
To state
you live after you die
I'm looking
in Magnolia Street
Lines
of windows, people on their feet
Dancing
suburban disco
Alien
beings bouncing up and down
Not a
single line of thought, 'bout the truth seems to pass through their heads
At this
club
Call
it Magnolia, Magnolia Street, dancing to the beat, on Magnolia Street, dancing
Well
the final conclusion, we're all wrong, I don't suppose you'll listen to this
song
Because
I'm deaf and you made me blind
Magnolia
Street is on my mind
Magnolia
Street, dance to the beat (x2)
Magnolia
Street, try to be optimistic, try
You could
die on Magnolia Street
Hear
the beat (x2)
We're
down at the club, the Universal Club
Have
a good time (x4)
Clap
your hands
Have
a good time (fade)
I've
Got The Photographs (Kevin Coyne/Pete Kirtley)
Look
out greasy head, I remember you
The curls
on the pillow
The white,
the white and the blood
You were
born (x3) just
You
were born (x3) just like, just like me
I've
got the photographs
Hey,
little madam
With
your dress on, standing by the fence
Powdered
and alone
I can
see you (x2)
I've
got the photographs
Hey Guru,
standing in your white and blue
Is it
red tomorrow, what do you do?
I don't
know I see the grease and the pain
And the
rain and the stain
I'll
see it again and again
And again
and again
I've
got the photographs
(x2)
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