Slice Of Life Bauhaus

Her gaze hit the side of mine So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's

The Three Shadows (Part II) Bauhaus

Oh classic gentlemen Say your prayers To the wind, of prostitution To your faces, and Rex complexes Riddle my breast Full of the oppressed puss Oh gentlemen, with your fish The you surround,

The Three Shadows (Part III) Bauhaus

Oh gentlemen Swallow your prayers Because the wind makes a mockery of men Your soul becomes a fish You swim in idle waters And drink other fishes piss Your soul feeds on fish On piss, puss and

The Three Shadows Part 2 Bauhaus

Oh gentlemen Swallow your prayers Because the wind makes a mockery of men Your soul becomes a fish You swim in idle waters And drink other fishes piss Your soul feeds on fish On piss, puss and men Who

In Fear of Fear Bauhaus

You fear the lesson And fear to walk And fear to pass on Your fear to talk The teacher was feared Your parents too Then you became The fear of you Fear Look to yourself Climb over the

Exquisite Corpse Bauhaus

Life is but a dream repeat 2.

Of Lillies and Remains Bauhaus

A token of esteem.

In the Flat Field Bauhaus

get bored In the flat field I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and Yang lumber punch Go taste a tart then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of

In the Flat Field (Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted

The Passion of Lovers Bauhaus

She had nut painted arms That were hers to keep And in her fear She sought cracked pleasures The passion of lovers is for death said she Licked her lips And turned to feather And as I watched

The Passion of Lovers (Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

She had nut painted arms That were hers to keep And in her fear She sought cracked pleasures The passion of lovers is for death said she Licked her lips And turned to feather And as I watched from underneath

Rosegarden Funeral of Sores Bauhaus

Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of All sorts of Untidy whores

Rosegarden Funeral of Sores (Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of All sorts of Untidy whores Came from next

My Kind Of Town Bauhaus

Now this could only happen to a guy like me And only happen in a town like this And so I say to each of you most gratefully As I throw each one of you a kiss This is my kind of town, Chicago is

Silent Hedges Bauhaus

Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners Works of art with a minimum of steel Pure sensation The beautiful down grade Going

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight? Bauhaus

Consider green lakes And the idocy of clocks Someone shot nostalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence A broken arrow in a bloody pool The in the face Of midnight proposals Someone shot

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight Bauhaus

"Consider green lakes And the idocy of clocks Someone shot nostalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence A broken arrow in a bloody pool The in the face Of midnight proposals Someone

Severance Bauhaus

Severance The birds of leaving call to us, Yet here we stand endowed with the fear of flight.

All We Ever Wanted Bauhaus

all we ever wanted was everything all we ever got was cold get up, eat jelly sandwich bars, and barbed wire squash every week into a day the sound of drums is calling the sound of the drum has

All We Ever Wanted Was Everything Bauhaus

All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day The sound of drums is calling The sound of the drum has called

Departure Bauhaus

He was in his room, half awake, half asleep The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the

Dark Entries Bauhaus

Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss Lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this

Dark Entries (Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss Lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's

Nerves Bauhaus

Nerves Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses Brittle spittle sparks you are defenseless The fabric of dreams is ripped apart As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger In your pumping heart

Hollow Hills Bauhaus

Ancient Earth work fort and barrow Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills The music hold and

Kevin Haskins Bauhaus

Take it easy Avoid risks And if possible, stay at home Not only is trouble very difficult But your are advised of staying off ladders For there may be the danger of performance There is a lot

Crowds Bauhaus

What do you want of me What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip

Crowds (Explicit Ver.) Bauhaus

"What do you want of me What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let

Crowds (Remastered 2008) (Explicit Ver.) Bauhaus

What do you want of me What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown Let me rip you up

Mask Bauhaus

The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He's seen in iron enrironments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes From the growth underneath the closed

Hair of the Dog Bauhaus

on fighting The man who was cut to the quick by love Kept on loving The man who was merciless tortured by thoughts Kept on thinking The man who was crippled with concern Kept on caring Hair of

Mask (Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He`s seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes From the growth underneath the closed mouth

Spirit Bauhaus

Tonight I could be with you Or waiting in the Wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I wear a coat of drums And dance upon your eyes

Spirit (Single Version) Bauhaus

"Tonight I could be with you Or waiting in the Wings Lift your heart with soaring song Cut down the puppet strings Cut down the puppet strings I wear a coat of drums And dance upon your eyes

Double Dare Bauhaus

I dare you, to be real To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout

Double Dare (Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

I dare you, to be real To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don`t cower in night fright Don`t back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For

Party of the First Part Bauhaus

I want to be a star, of please! You've talked me into it. Contract! Just our standard contract, nothing fancy. Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights.

Hope Bauhaus

Your mornings will be brighter Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no

Kick In the Eye Bauhaus

And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began

Dancing Bauhaus

Dancing in tuxedo drag Dancing in dark rooms Dancing on all your flags Dancing in the Vatican Dancing on the papal gown Dancing on the taxman Dancing on the crown We're dancing to the dark side of

Lagartija Nick Bauhaus

the whip Swallowing flames Sinking in the snow He enjoys feeling pain He enjoys peeling slow Lagartija Nick It's no dumb show Your name's on his whip Crack the whip Come on crack A code of

Honeymoon Croon Bauhaus

tonight Sew my sock tonight - tonight She insists on tying down After the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar She preys in dockland He asks to see her hidden side She, the color of

Kick in the Eye (Remix Single Version Remastered 2008) Bauhaus

And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began the crossing

David Jay Bauhaus

She blamed him for stoking up controversy In a dreamworld It's a long way down from Heaven's gate In the absence of a jury The case continues White lies Seal his bitter fate The case continues

Kingdom's Coming Bauhaus

got something to say It ripped you apart It will always be that way It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos Will cut to pieces The film you saw today It's your big bad secret Your crown of

Stigmata Martyr Bauhaus

Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look into your crimson orifice In holy remembrance In scarlet bliss In the name of

Swing the Heartache Bauhaus

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise Lipstick stained on whipcream lies I feel that if I had been uglier It would have been easier There it sat, blinked and spat In a black feather hat And

Boys Bauhaus

Grind us up now Not too hard now Features so fine Rouge and eyeline Things I fancy Just like Nancy Fashions alter Often falter Crypso's out now No more fights now Make-up's taking Lots of

Antonin Artaud Bauhaus

The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter

Terror Couple Kill Colonel Bauhaus

German home Three shots from three feet Dragged himself to the phone Terror couple kill colonel Terror couple kill colonel And as he lay there Playing games with his pain He felt his choice of