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| Spinning Jenny By: Skyclad |
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Buy their material! My favorite Skyclad song.
She came down from the Western Hills when we
were not prepared
I turned deaf ears to words of warning now
I'm running scared.
Casting caution to the wind now that the
cat's away
I say my grace - fill my face (then for
forgiveness pray).
Gon knows I was an honest man - the same as
any other
Who loved his wife - worked all his life to
keep his family
Until the 'beast' that never sleeps beneath
my silken covers
Reared its head and bit its thumb at my
morality.
Chorus:
Her passion for passion - it will devour
Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower
Her lust for lust - it will consume
A siren song summons all men to their doom.
She whispered of her innocence - (a plea I
must contest)
While baptising helpless sinners with a
missionary zest
She will exorcise your demons - then exercise
your thighs
Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in
her eyes.
Her sweetmeats are the souls of men - she'll
gorge herself to bursting
And for yours her heart is thirsting - as a
spider craves a fly
No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as
a suitor
Sh'll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you'd care to
watch her try.
Repeat Chorus
I reach for heaven - desire drags me down
When fools choose their king I'll be heir to
that crown
A strange kind of madness I cannot condone
If you are without sin come cast the first
stone
Tags : Skyclad Spinning Jenny No Daylights daylight nor heeltap heeltaps |
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Affichage : 7932
Durée : 165 s |
| Skyclad - Penny Dreadful |
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Skyclad - Penny Dreadful
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Forgive me if I'm out of order -
this new 'music' has no soul.
It may be good for making money,
(sadly that is not my goal).
Integrity and honesty are words that you
don't understand,
but you're the best - it says so in the penny
dreadful in your hand.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.
If we'd played this riff more punk
then maybe we'd have had a million seller.
but this piper's tune is not for sale,
(I'm glad to say I'm not that kind of fella).
D.J.s, V.J.s, pimps and trollops,
never mind music - this is bollocks.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.
Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out.
Stand your ground behind the times -
and refuse to follow fashion.
Write your poetry with anger,
(and then sing it with a passion).
Painted faces in a circus - images that
spring to mind,
when I read my penny dreadful filled with
pictures of your kind.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.
Commercial suicide's appealing after
ten years on this losing streak.
'Cause I'd rather be called sour and bitter
than be deemed the flavour of the weak.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.
Extra, extra, read all about it!
I saw you in a magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.
Tags : Skyclad Penny Dreadful Kevin Ridley |
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Affichage : 2119
Durée : 177 s |
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