Alice Intro

Faxed Invitation

I don't wanna get dirty
with two scoops
and white flakes and jelly
wrestling would you do it
would you do it
go down with the body
hugger stroking
clutches caressing
on the corner lip to lip
black and blond chocolate eye

I don't wanna get dirty
with two scoops
and white flakes and jelly
wrestling would you do it
would you do it
go down with the body
hugger stroking
clutches caressing
on the corner lip to lip
black and blond chocolate eye
fundamental

looking up at me
your olive skin
your unmarked beauty unconnected
I don't feel the heat of you
like you want me to
up close and smiling
no seperate bills
she's fantastic
so fantastic like this
this is a catsuit of fifteen colours

faxed invitation
to oblivion with bells
technicolour delights
someone pushing
don't knock, push
honey honey pure twisted
squeeze your libido
....
I feel so disconnected
you smile
you give me everything
this one cold, this one hot
purple head burning fast (?)
water

deep voice, dome head
shooting behind the glass eyes
and walking on the piss stains on a beautiful day
craving company and legs
look around you
you look good to me

i see you in an alley shop
and clean and focus like a hope
when he smoked a cigarette
looking away smelling something surgical
that leaves a mark upon his neck
where the place where you were talking
when you looked so upset
why were you hiding
when I saw you in an alley shop
and clean like a hope

I want someone pretty to give me time
mmmm pretty and fit, smelling good
an unknown lie
animal calling
hungry eye
change the way I feel, on a wheel
and (bang?) jesus loves me on a yellow xylophone
going home
outside you look at me with your brown eyes
lest we forget
angel at the hotel
sudden fiction/friction (?)....?
I was born with a cartoon eye
and a savioury style
very strong feeling (of) freedom, liberty

mmmm deep voice

mmmm deep voice

mmmm deep voice

In Dreams

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper:
"Go to sleep, everything is all right"

I close my eyes
Then I drift away
Into the magic night
I softly sway
Oh smile and pray
Like dreamers do
Then I fall asleep
To dream my dreams of you

In dreams . . . I walk with you
In dreams . . . I talk to you
In dreams . . . you're mine all the time

We're together
In dreams . . . in dreams

But just before the dawn
I awake and find you gone
I can't help it . . . I can't help it
If I cry
I remember
That you said goodbye
To end all these things
And I'll be happy in my dreams
Only in dreams
In beautiful dreams

In My Other World

Written by: David Lynch (lyrics), Angelo Badalamenti (music)

In my other world
There is no pain
And all my thoughts
Are clouds of happiness

In my other world
My heart beats red
There is no gun
Pointed at my head

And I don't really want your kiss
My thoughts don't make me cry
My heart's not filled with grey sadness
My ears can't hear you lie

And I can't even see your face
I've never heard your name
My heart is still my thoughts are calm
And the light has filled this space

In my other world
My pain is bliss
I own your soul
I own your kiss
In my other world

Questions In A World Of Blue

Written by: David Lynch (lyrics), Angelo Badalamenti (music)

Why did you go?
Why did you turn
away from me?

When all the world
seemed to sing
Why, why did you go?

Was it me?
Was it you?
Questions in a world of blue

How can a heart
that's filled with love
Start to cry?

When all the world
seemed so right
How, can love die?

Was it me?
Was it you?
Questions in a world of blue

When did the day
with all it's light
turn into night?

When all the world
seemed to sing
Why, why did you go?

Was it me?
Was it you?
Questions in a world of blue
Questions in a world of blue

Until the End of the World

Written by: David Lynch (lyrics), Angelo Badalamenti (music)

When all the land was dark
And you appeared in light
Then the darkness cried

We danced above the earth
Through the heaven above
Sunlight, moonlight smiled
Until the end of the world

We touched beside the sky
The sun through golden rays
Whispering our love
Until the end of the world

Your bright eyes fill my soul
Your kiss a sacred dream
The dream is one that lasts
Until the end of the world

Doomsday Serenade
by Jill Tracy

We'll meet again my dear on doomsday
Pigs will be flying through the sky
On the 12th of never
At a quarter past forever
Stricken with the rapture
We'll watch the world's demise

We'll meet again my dear on doomsday
A hint of Armageddon fills the air
Now that Hell has frozen over
And the sun is brewing colder
We'll be drawing closer
Cuz there's no more time to spare

We'll meet again my dear on doomsday
A shower full of frogs and toads
But as bleak as it may be
Apocalyptic revelry
Hand in hand we'll tiptoe
Through the carcasses and bones

The air's too thin to breathe on doomsday
At last we face the reckoning
And blood will fill the sea
Cobwebs will cover you and me
As flames engulf the remnants
Of this grand catastrophe

It's Doomsday
It's Doomsday

How Beastly the Bourgeois Is
By D.H. Lawrence

[...]How beastly the bourgeois is
especially the male of the species--

Nicely groomed, like a mushroom
standing there so sleek and erect and eyeable--
and like a fungus, living on the remains of a bygone life
sucking his life out of the dead leaves of greater life
than his own.

And even so, he's stale, he's been there too long.
Touch him, and you'll find he's all gone inside
just like an old mushroom, all wormy inside, and hollow
under a smooth skin and an upright appearance.

Full of seething, wormy, hollow feelings
rather nasty--
How beastly the bourgeois is!

Standing in their thousands, these appearances, in damp
England
what a pity they can't all be kicked over
like sickening toadstools, and left to melt back, swiftly
into the soil of England.

BLUEBIRD // CHARLES BUKOWSKI

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?