The Buddha Of Suburbia

The Buddha Of Suburbia

Buddha Of Suburbia

Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies

Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in Suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I'll never get old

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after, day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after

Sex And The Church

Though the idea of compassion
Is said to be
The union of Christ
And his bride, the Christian
It's all very puzzling

Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church

All the great mystic religions
Put strong emphasis, on
Redeaming spiritual qualities
Of sex
Of sex

Chrstianity
Has been pretty modern
About sex
Of sex, of sex, of sex, of sex

Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex, sex

I think there is a union
Between the flesh and the spirit
It's sex and the church
Sex and the church

All religions' mother

Give me you're freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
Of sex, sex
Sex and the church

Give me you're freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
Of sex, sex
Sex and the church

Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church

Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex

Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church

Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex

Sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex

South Horizon

Instrumental

 

The Mysteries

Instrumental

 

Bleed Like A Craze, Dad

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Bleeds like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Easy come, come, gather that
Gather valium of your dead man
Walks out the drunk from the jazz

Astral, Kestrel
Fed into the featherfall
Fed him on a pencil carving

You will never get

Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays

Seek for a leather journey
Never stopped to think about
Hollywood King Kong
Domino on the side

Street light, looking right
Looking to the parlous parlours
Party on the dead
Put a net through his headache

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Blee-eed, bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays

Living on a movie
All the Shirley/Charley films on film
Come together, party
Footnote on the footstone

Shine shine shine
Bleeds like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays

Strangers When We Meet

All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun

No peachy prayers
No trendy rush of faith/rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go on

All my violence raining tears upon the sheets
I'm bewildered, for we're strangers when we meet

Blank screen TV
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you


Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes

All my violence raining tears upon the sheets

I'm resentful, for we're strangers when we meet

Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new


Your embrace
It was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu


Steely resolve is falling from me
My poor soul, all bruised passivity
All your regrets ride rough-shod over me
I'm so glad that we're strangers when we meet

I'm so thankful, that we're strangers when we meet
I'm in clover, for we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over, but we're strangers when we meet

Strangers when we meet [x9]

 

Dead Against It

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good God oh my" I cry and die and lie beside

She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God
I couldn't cope
Or'd hope eloped
A dope, she roped
This salty lie

And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it

And deep my wound
Within for every second chance it was thy-tore
From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn

She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who
No matter when
No matter where
No better than the faulty line

And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it

 

Untitled No. 1

In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slow
Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls

Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Sleepy Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Sleepy Kapoor

She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Ooh lady, ooh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up above

Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Sleepy Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Sleepy Kapoor

 

Please heal these tears

 

Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Sleepy Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Sleepy Kapoor

 

Some things never

Never never

 

Ian Fish UK Heir

Instrumental

 

Buddha Of Suburbia

Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies

Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in Suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I'll never get old

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after, day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after