Avé Maria
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The rain fell on the street of grey The Steeple Lightning Rod, the Cross The words, the vow, the ring, the kiss Someone sang Avé Maria My sweetest girl, my dangeress Broke the window of my chest My heart shot far from this world Until it slowly came to rest Inside the strangeness of her breast My danger girl, my tigeress History led her to me Each footstep, cut in memory Clad in a dress of silver grey She walked into our wedding My sweetest girl, my dangeress Broke the window of my chest My heart shot far from this world Until it slowly came to rest Inside the strangeness of her breast My dangerous girl, my tigeress And through the daily devastation We are but in each other's wake And in the coldness of the station We board the train that lovers take But when I try to talk to her I don't speak that language anymore For though my crimes remain unnamed All my treasons, all my shames Later you would rightly say We didn't dance upon our wedding day |
Information: Pop Crimes LP/CD (2009) |
The Golden Age of Bloodshed
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The signs in the sky won't let up The clouds assume the shape Of catholic girls with Uzis All of them on the make All of them out to make a million By the time they hit 13 And it's all in the colour Of the old sun setting This brand new age of Blood Letting And it's all in the eyes of me I'm suspicious of my wife I suspect she left long ago I recall my finger on the button of the ejector seat But I can't recall letting her go The electric Christ has canonized her She's surrounded by a chemical glow It has to be said It's today's edition of the Book of the Dead It has to be said In this worst of all possible worlds On this planet of perpetual sorrow I've found the best of all possible girls She's as pure and white and bright as tomorrow My life plays like Grand Guignol Blood and Portents everywhere They say they can't remove these signs from my eyes But I suspect that they just don't care I've got a harsh new brand of aftershave That gives you that thousand yard stare Why can't you get it Through your head Now is the Golden Age of Bloodshed It needs to be said In this worst of all possible worlds On this planet of perpetual sorrows I've found the best of all possible girls She's pure and white and bright as tomorrow |
Information: Pop Crimes LP/CD (2009) |
(I Know) A Girl Called Jonny
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I know a girl called Jonny She's a bullet, she's a villainess In my silver dress, I'm a disasteress Combing out her long straight hair Jonny bangs the drum Jonny bangs the drum Jonny bangs the drum (Jonny bangs the drum) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) I know a girl called Jonny She's an impossibility I'm an alchemist in my astronaut's dress Changing all the girls into boys Jonny bangs the drum Jonny bangs the drum Jonny bangs the drum (Jonny bangs the drum) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) He's a pin-up poster High school crush He's a full sugar U.V. gloss He's a new dance, he zips me up He's changing all the boys into girls She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) I know a girl called Jonny Puts the boys in a snow-white feint I'm the Joan of Arc of teenage lust Pashing with the devil at the bus stop Jonny bangs the drum Jonny bangs the drum Jonny bangs the drum (Jonny bangs the drum) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) She's my narcotic lollipop (I put my fingers in his mouth) ... She's my narcotic |
Information: Pop Crimes 7" (2009) Pop Crimes LP/CD (2009) Vocals by Rowland S. Howard in black Vocals by Jonnine Standish in red |
Pop Crimes
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Are you Stalin's secret daughter Did you murder history Your twin pals Genocide and Slaughter Were born on Calvary When all the good got good and gone And all the bad broke free A sock puppet government Left to its own device The hand that used to hold my hand Has grown bored of its delights I guess that I won't see you tomorrow On this our planet of Perpetual Sorrows Pop crimes (This was a Pop Crime) The Catholic Church can't verify That there's a single soul in Hell It's just a wasteland of adversity Devoid of all but the sound of Wedding Bells From this vast expase of nothing Nothing good will come of this But the hole in the zero And an Open-Heart-Surgery Kiss (This was a Pop Crime) Did you go down with the Gorgans, Is that why you turned to stone? Or was that state reserved for me For me and me alone. Does the hissing of their coiffured snakes Desiccate your soul? (This was a Pop crime) ... It was a Pop Crime |
Information: Pop Crimes 7" (2009) Pop Crimes LP/CD (2009) |
Wayward Man
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Was there a povery of care, When I cared for you? And when I tumbled down the stairs, Was I not there for you? I'm the fly in your ointment, Your major disappointment Just because I can Be your wayward man I do all my best thinking Unconscious on the floor, And when I kissed you, darling, Did I stick in your craw? I'm the fly in your ointment, Your constant disappointment Just because I can Be your wayward man Was there a poverty of care, When I cared for you? And when I tumbled down the stairs, Was I not there for you? I'm the fly in your ointment, Your constant disappointment Just because I can, Be your wayward man (Be your wayward man) I'm your wayward man. |
Information: Pop Crimes LP/CD (2009) |