Thank YOU Lucretia. Now I have records to buy for the next couple of years... (If I find them that is <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />). And since it's a lyric page... What now? Oh yes

Siamese Twins by the Cure (from The strange lyrics album aka Pornography. You can find some of the most unlogical lyrics I've ever heard on this album. You don't really know what any of the songs is really about.)

I chose an eternity of this
Like falling angels
The world disappeared
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colours
The first kiss

We writhed under a red light
Voodoo smile Siamese twins
A girl at the window looks at me for an hour
Then everything falls apart
Broken inside me
It falls apart

The walls and the ceiling move in time
Push a blade into my hands
Slowly up the stairs
And into the room
Is it always like this?

Dancing in my pocket
Worms eat my skin
She glows and grows
With arms outstretched
Her legs around me
In the morning I cried

Leave me to die
You won't remember my voice
I walked away and grew old (what does this sentece do here?)
You never talk
We never smile
I scream You're nothing
I don't need you any more
You're nothing
It fades and spins
Fades and spins

Sing out loud
We all die
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Is it always like this?
Is it always like this?

And another example of the Pornography lyrics:

A Strange Day by the Cure

Give me your eyes that I might see
The blind man kissing my hands (Those two sentenses... Beutifull.)
The sun is humming my head turns to dust
As he plays on his knees
As he plays on his knees

And the sand and the sea grows
I close my eyes
Move slowly through drowning waves
Going away on a strange day

And I laugh as I drift in the wind
Blind dancing on a beach of stone
Cherish the faces as they wait for the end
A sudden hush across the water
And we're here again

And the sand and the sea grows
I close my eyes
Move slowly through drowning waves
Going away on a strange day

My head falls backs and the walls crash down
And the sky and the impossible explode
Held for one moment I remember a song
An impression of sound
Then everything is gone
Forever

A strange day

(First impression: How beutifull <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />. Second: But what the [nocando] is Robert Smith talking about? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />)

Ubereil (on his way up to listen to Pornography. Great album, despite the weird lyrics (or, prehaps, because of))


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