SONNY'S BURNING (Cave)
hands up who wants to die!
have you heard how Sonny's burning
like some bright erotic star?
and he lights up the proceedings
and raises the temperature.
flame on! flame on!
someday I'll cut him down yeah uh
now I've seen to Sonny's burning
yeah someday I think I'll cut him down
but it can get so co-cold in here
and he gives off such an evil heat.
flame on! flame on!
hai-hai hail my incubatic incubator.
now pay witness to Sonny's burning
warming the damp and rotten seed
warming the damp and rotten seed
that blooms into the DEMON FLOWER
now both fire and flowers consume me.
flame on! flame on!
evil heat is running through me (through me)
flame on! now flame on!
evil heat is running through me uh! uh!
Sonny's burning pits into me
flame on! yeah flame on!
Sonny's burning holes into me
don't interrupt! don't interrupt!
flame on! flame on!
through me yeah through me
don't interrupt! flame on!
flame on! flame on!
WILD WORLD (Cave)
it's a wild world it's a wild world hey! it's a wild world hey!
hold me up baby for I may fall
hold my dish-rag body tall
our bodies melt together (we are one)
post crucifixion baby, post crucifixion and all undone.
it's a wild world it's a wild world la-la-la-la it's a wild world
hey! it's a wild world it's a wild (ya ought to be sure)
church bells ring out the toll of our night
forward and forever backward
forever backward forever forward alright
strophe and antistrophe strophe and antistrophe hey!
antistophe antistrophe
(c'mon baby, kiss me tight)
up here in your arms tonight.
it's a wild world hey! it's a wild world it's a wild world
it's a wild world and she's a wild girl hey! hey! uh! uh!
it's a wild girl uh! huh! ah! it's a wild world uh! huh! uh!
and she's a wild girl don't push me uh! don't push me uh!
don't push me uh! in a wild world hah! uh! huh! and don't push
my wild girl uh! uh! ooh! it's a wild world hey! aahaha-hey!
aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey!
it's a wild world uh!
FEARS OF GUN (Cave)
gun wears his alcoholism well
finger in bottle and swingin' it still
from Bed to Sink and back again
clock is crawlin' round the same
he's bustin' clock (he hates its face)
just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks
talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks
the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.
fingers down the throat of love
fingers down the throat of love
fingers down the throat of love
love! love!
Gun does the waltz around the room
collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on
Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky
'we'll go dancin' and eatin' it up
get a bottle and push it on down'
and let's just beat it up
transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song
saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'
the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.
fingers down the throat of love
fingers down the throat of love
fingers down the throat of love
love! love!
DEEP IN THE WOODS (Cave)
mmmmmmmmmm...
the woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud
her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a
little girl
yeah I recognize that girl
she stumbled in some time last loneliness
but I could not stand to touch her now
my one and onlyness.
deep in the woods
deep in the woods
deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
worms make their cruel design
saying D-I-E into her skin
saying DEAD into belly and DEATH into shoulder
well last night she kissed me but than DEATH was upon her.
deep in the woods
deep in the woods yeah
deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
now the killed waits for the killer
and the trees all nod their heads, they are agreed
this knife feels like a knife feels like a knife that feels like it's feed.
yeah I recognize that girl
I took her from rags right through to stitches (pray for me now)
oh baby, tonight we sleep in separate ditches.
deep in the woods
deep in the woods yeah
deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
love is for fools and all fools are lovers
it's raining on my house and none of the others
love is for fools and God knows I'm still one
the sidewalks are full of love's lonely children
the sidewalks are full of love's lonely children
the sidewalks are full of love's lonely children
the sidewalks are full of love's ugly children
(oh baby let's go, ah pray for me baby, pray for me baby)
the sidewalk regrets that we had to kill them
and