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Masters Of The Universe (1994)
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You're just a little girl (with blue eyes)
Everybody looks at you (well, it's your day)
And you're stepping from the black car
But you'll be getting back in soon (and on your way)
Little girl (with blue eyes)
There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said
You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may
Dad's not got a shot-gun
But his look's enough to murder you (see what you've done) and forget about the
paintings
'Cos you'd better get the washing done (oh something's wrong)
Little girl (with blue eyes)
There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said
You'll never get away
Hey you'll give it up one day come what may
Face down on the pavement, chalk lines round your little hands (hit and run)
And now a mother sits in silence in a darkness she can't understand (where
you've gone)
Oh little girl (with blue eyes)
There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said
You'll never get away

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Oh, there's a place for you
You'd better stay in it
A place for everything and of course all you can do is talk about it
Oh, you've got it all
Yes you've got it all
Yes you've got it all
You've got it all
It let you down
Now it doesn't seem so simple that dirt gets everywhere
And your mouth won't get you out of it
Standing naked, standing bare
Oh you knew it all
Yes you knew it all
Yes you knew it all
You knew it all
It let you down
Now see it all burning, your contract in ashes, your clean-living lovers.
Your reasonable wishes, your time-tabled kisses
Your well-rehearsed phrases, your separate bedrooms, your forbidden places
You're out on the moorland
You're naked and bleeding with no kind of shelter and no place to hide in
You're screaming for mercy, abandoned, forsaken
You're screaming for mercy and then you awaken
La la lala lala lala la...

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So late looking up at your window as it bathes me in your blue midnight glow
I wonder why you're not sleeping and I wonder if you could know
Tonight make it tonight
Tonight make it tonight
Crouched down by a bush at the roadside
I watch as you pass me by
Lost down by the side of the river and no light comes from the empty sky
Tonight make it tonight
Tonight make it tonight
I left home at midnight
Made for the horizon, no sense of direction
I walked on for miles, oh
I hope that I find you
I hide from the headlamps no lights in the window
The whole town is sleeping and somewhere you lie, oh
I wish I could find you
Oh I'm lost by the river
My clothes are in tatters, my face scarred by branches
I'm shivering with cold, no
I don't think I'll find you
Tonight make it tonight
Tonight make it tonight
Won't you make it tonight?
Oh say you'll meet me tonight
Won't you make it tonight?

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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. 
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the
trees. 
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. 
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. 
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted,
unrecognisable; like our love. 
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral
procession here, today. 
In the trees, those useless trees, etc. 
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. 
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. 
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. 

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Dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go
They have too much and then
They have too much again and then more
They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go
Oh dogs are everywhere that I go
Oh dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go
They have too much and then they have too much again and then more
They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go
They always wag their tails at all the pretty girls and older women
They find their own way in and they rip up everything that I believe in
Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere, yes dogs are everywhere that I
go
They get down on all fours when you walk through the door
They whine and beg around your feet like a dog for something sweet
They sink their teeth in you, they're tearing you in two
Remains are buried out of doors
Oh I want some more
I want some more
Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere oh dogs are everywhere that I go

Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere
Yes dogs are everywhere that I go that I go, that I go, that I go
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere

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This is our Music from A Bachelors Den
- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten.
A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & it sounds just like this.
This is the sound of someone losing the plot - making out that they're okay when
they're not.
You're gonna like it, but not a lot & the chorus goes like this:

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
A monkey's built a house on your back. You can't get anyone to come in the sack
& here comes another panic attack.
Oh here we go again.

So now you know the words to our song,
pretty soon you'll all be singing along.
When you're sad, when you're lonely & it all turns out wrong.
When you've got the fear.
& when you're no longer searching for beauty or love - just some kind of life
with the edges taken off.
When you can't even define what it
is that you are frightened of
this song will be here.

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
If you ever get that chimp off your back.
If you ever find the thing that you lack but you know you're only having a laugh
& here we go again.
Until the end

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Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them
straight
Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them
straight
I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore
in a short towel and dressing-gown pinned to her bedroom wall
She married a man who works on a building site
Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night Oh
Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them
straight
Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun
And when the day was over there were only ninety-one
Another I know
Well, she laughs too loud with her friends
Playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend
And then one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door
And he picks her heart up off the table and he watches it smash on the floor
Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them
straight
Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun

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Starts so slowly, just a place to stay
Somewhere warm where they can spend their days
Air is stagnant and he feels unclean
Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
Broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night
Once it's started it can never stop
Fills his head with a dark damp fog
In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by
Days get longer and he starts to drink
Spews his stomach in the kitchen sink
Tells his children they should have respect
Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away
In the meantime stomach turns to fat
She tries to tell him but he can't have that
She's only "jealous" and she's "telling lies"
Standing naked in his flesh disguise
It took him months to get her into bed, now he's got her he just wants her dead
She wants excitement and she needs romance, all she gets are dirty underpants
Stupid animal that can't know why something's wrong so someone has to die
The wind is blowing and the rain falls down
Sends his family on a trip down town
Sees them die in a burning wreck
Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He knows he's finished but he can't stop now
And he wants to end it but he can't see how
And it's all in pieces, thrown it all away
Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way
And he wants some quiet and he needs it now
But the scream he's started's getting far too loud
And he still pretends he does it just for now
His day will come he'll lose it all somehow
Killing time until his ship arrives
Been dead ten years but he's still alive and the time is wasted and the ship has
sunk
But he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk
And he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground
He tries to stand but he keeps falling down and it's hard to know he doesn't
count for much
He's not a has-been, just a never-was
Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
Hates his wife

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Now it's coming to the end of the evening
The time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of place
Your eyelids heavy, you make your way down the yellow streets past rows and rows
of houses
Curtains drawn tight against the cold night air
To a flight of stairs which lead to a room where a bed is waiting for you to lie
down
Perhaps alone, perhaps not and go to sleep again
They wait alone in unused rooms
They sit and they remember
Oh, please remember
So you lie on your back in the dark and listen to the blood rushing in your ears
And the soft "tick, tick, tick" of your watch against the mattress springs
Patterns merge behind your eyes
Purple and green, glowing gently and all is soft with furry darkness
You yawn once turn on your side and fall to sleep again
They wait alone, they bathed your eyes when nights were cold
Remember
Oh, please remember
There's something you've forgotten
When you awoke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were alone
Alone and afraid of the dark
Watching
Waiting
Watching
Waiting
As you lie on your back naked beneath the cold sheets
Not dead, just sleeping
Sleeping

. . .



As I lay down in the bedroom,
there came a sound from far away.
As I strained my ears to listen
I could hear a thin voice say:
"In your heart there's no emotion,
and your soul, your soul just dried away.
There's no love, no love left in your body;
standing empty forever, and colder every day."
So I spent a night without you,
oh yes, I spent a night outdoors.
Staring in to unknown faces,
trying to feel just like before.
In your heart there's no emotion,
and your soul, your soul just dried away.
There's no love, no love left in your body;
standing empty forever, and colder every day.
Oh yeah.
No I don't believe in voices,
because I hear them all the time,
scraping tears from hardened faces with their stupid ugly rhymes.
In your heart there's no emotion,
and your soul, your soul just dried away.
There's no love, no love left in your body;
standing empty forever, and colder every day.
Standing empty forever, and colder every day.
And this is where the story starts,
holding hands that hold you forever,
only love will keep you together.
Holding hands that hold you forever,

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Tomorrow never lies so live for today
Don't be afraid of the skeletons of yesterday
Each morning brings you closer to your goal so grab your chance don't let it go
The city streets are littered with the casualties
the could'ves and the should'ves and the would've beens
Don't let this chance slip by
Because tomorrow never lies
Tomorrow never lies if you live tomorrow today
There are those who would shoot you down
ah
there's always someone wants to shoot you down
but you know they're never gonna be able to shoot you down
if you live tomorrow today
if you live tomorrow today
The night time blazes with all your nightmares come to life
But you can face the danger knowing that your cause is right and leave them all
below you
bleeding as you rise into the night
Because you know tomorrow never lies
no, tomorrow never lies
no, it's never, never gonna lie if you leve tomorrow today
There are those who would shoot you down
ah
there's always someone who wants to shoot you down
but they're never ever gonna be able to shoot you down
if you live tomorrow today
yeah if you leve tomorrow today
Cos you, you gotta live tomorrow today
Live it because tomorrow never lies
tomorrow never lies

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I am the master of this universe and I've got so big it hurts
Raise your eyes and graze your knees
Oh for your master is displeased, because you dared to doubt his word
His polished surface dulls and cracks
Your bitter laughter breaks his back
I am the master of this universe
I taught you everything you know
Now you must bear your master's curse
Oh for I will not let you go
Now you must walk this town 'til dawn in every public open place
Your master's look upon your face
Oh now look what you have done
You've spoilt it all for everyone
The master vegetates alone in a corner of your home
You feed him scraps when in the mood
You beat him hard and keep him nude
You cut your master down to size
Now he cries and he cries now
Lalalalala lalala...
And now he begs both night and day
He lets you take him on your knee
He keeps on losing consciousness, he dearly loves his new mistress
Now he repeats it every night
Every night on point of death
"You are the master of this universe"
Now he cries and he cries now
"You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe

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Manon Manon keeps a corpse in his home
Manon Manon picks the flesh from her bones
Manon Manon Manon
Manon hard and white as a stone
Manon Manon sits alone, all alone
Manon Mano Manon
Oh, Manon Manon Manon leave her body alone
Manon Manon put a match to your home
Manon Manon Manon
Oh, Manon
Dans les jardins on peut voir Manon un enfant de quarante-cinq ans
Ca femme est morte, oui, c'est vrai, mais il cueillit la peau de ces os
Derriere les arbres, il voit une jeune fille en jouant avec son frere
Il les approche
Je vous renonce Manon
Vous etes un vrai chien

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