Drowning Girl (Bertolt Brecht)
Once she had drowned and started her slow descent
Down the streams to where the great rivers broaden
Oh, the open sky chant most magnificent
As if it was acting as her body's guardian
Wreck and duck weed slowly increased her weight
By clasping her in their slimy grip
Through her limbs, the cold blooded fishes played
Creatures and plant life kept on, thus obstructing her last trip
And the sky that same evening grew dark as smoke
And its stars through the night kept the brightness still soaring
But it quickly grew clear when dawn now broke
To see that she got one further morning
Once her pallid trunk had rotted beyond repair
It happened quite slowly that she gently slipped from God's thoughts
First with her face, then her hands, right at the last with her hair
Leaving those corpse-choked rivers just one more corpse
Death Train
Death train coming down the track
There’s a death train coming down the track
Into you that train will smash
There’s a death train coming
Down the track
Death train
Death train
There’s a death train coming down the line
There’s a death train coming down the line
That death train will take you any time
The death train’s coming down the line
Death train
Death train
Death train hits the young and old
Yeah the death train hits the young and old
It hits everyone I’m told
Yeah the death train hits the young and old
Death train roll up
Death train roll up
The death train hits the good and bad
The death train hits the happy and sad
Your ticket’s been booked it already has
Yeah your ticket’s been booked it already has
Death train
Death train
Well your ticket’s been booked it already has
Your ticket’s been booked it already has
Your ticket’s been booked it already has
Your ticket’s been booked it already has
Death train
Pretty Little Arms
Saw you in the clip joint
Saw you doing tricks
I saw you wink
And lick your lips
I saw you brimming over
With pornographic charm
You must have held an army
In those pretty little arms
Those pretty little arms
I saw you in the clip joints
Cucumbers slipped them in
A row of the perverts
In a line wanking
And I saw you with your boyfriends
which one did the harm
Injecting the syringe
In your pretty little arms
Your pretty little arms
I saw you in neon doorways
The skinheads that you kissed
Kissing them from boredom
To taste their fascist spit
And I saw you on the marble slab
Withered and embalmed
You can still see the needle marks
In your pretty little arms
Your pretty little arms
Your pretty little arms
Whisky We Will Drown
I heard the news
The news today
That you’d gone
Gone away
The sands of time
Have all worn down
Tonight in whisky
I will drown
Sometimes it’s quick
Sometimes it’s slow
And now your hourglass
is flowed
Sometimes it’s slow
Sometimes it’s fast
And now your futures
Are all past
And so I stand
Beside your grave
And for a moment
Try to pray
And then a bar
A bar is found
I watch the jukebox
Spinning round
In whisky I will drown
Lust
You wanna fuck the world
The heat between your legs
It burns so hot it will explode
It’s like a powder keg
Lust
Lust
You wanna open wide
Every object of desire
And only when your lust’s fulfilled
Will you put out the fire
Lust
Lust
Then when you’ve had your fill
New objects of desire
Will keep the grasping monkey
Greedy and on fire
Lust
Lust
And when your lust is satisfied
It’s emptiness you’ve got
It just fills up your soul
And like a cancer rots
Lust
Lust
And so you suck and gobble
And greedily consume
Satan licks his lips
Because you’ll be his soon
Lust
Lust
That cock is never big enough
Or that pair of tits
If only they were bigger still
Then that would be it
Lust
Lust
Lust …
Sexual Dependency
There goes a man the very soul of Satan
He rushes in while others are debating
Cock-eared conniving with all the trimmings
I know one thing that brings him down it’s women
In women he feels deep pathology
And then he feels his old sexual dependency
Some turn to the Bible
Some stick with the law
Some meditate until it’s half past four
Some turn to Christ some anarchist
At lunch you pick the best wine on the list
At tea-time what high ideals you’re brewing
But come the night time you’re down some black hole
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
They’re all the same in love’s confusion
Geniuses stuck on prostitution
Those who swear they will forbear the clinches
Whose arms are they in the wenches
They feign resist their lush authority
And then they feel that old sexual dependency
Some turn to the Bible
Some turn with the law
Some meditate until it’s half past four
Some turn to Christ some anarchist
At lunch you pick the best wine on the list
At tea-time what high ideals you are pursuing
But come the night time you’re down some black hole
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Screwing
Sexual dependency
Haunter In The Dark
In the darkness lurk your fears
The panic felt for years
Then another monster comes
To make you scream and run
Well the panic it attacks
It’s the black line in the cracks
It’s another passing year
Which fills you full of fear
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
No one to be your saviour
No one to light the way
No one to light a candle
On the dawn of a new day
No horizon just the black
No hope does us back
Just the slow drip of despair
With no one who does care
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Haunter of the dark
Paranoid
They’re whispering about me
They’re all whispering about me
They’re whispering about me
Behind my back
They’re waiting for me to crack
They’re whispering about me
And it’s so unkind
They’re waiting for me to lose my mind
They’re all whispering about me
Yeah they’re all whispering about me
They’re whispering about me
Calling me names
They’re waiting for me to go insane
They’re all whispering about me
It’s so bad
They’re waiting for me to go mad
They’re all whispering about me
They’re all whispering about me
Those men in their coats so white
Are going to take me away tonight
Those me in their white coats
Into a strait jacket will me coax
Whispering about me
They’re all whispering about me
Am I paranoid
They’re whispering about me
Red Moon
I saw you kill her
With your knife
I saw you
Take away her life
I saw you
Sticking that knife in
But it won’t end
Your suffering
And on the dance floor
Float the whores
Their foolish lives
Are just like yours
On the dance floor
They do swoon
Under a blood
Red moon
And so her corpse
Lies by the lake
And by her corpse
You do shake
I heard you sob
This tune
Under a blood
Red moon
I saw the one
Who was your friend
Is now the one
Who does you end
Stare at her corpse
Stare at your doom
Under A blood red moon
And in the morning
The mists come down
And her corpse
It will be found
Stare at her corpse
Go home to your room
Under a
Blood red moon
And go home
To your room
And hang yourself
Under a red moon
Sing A Song
Sail out to sea
Sail out with me
In a deep blue sea
With the fish we’ll dance
We have no chance
Will you sing a song for me
Sing a song
Sing a song
Sing a song for me
And as the storm does break
The timbers shake
And we sink beneath the sea
With the fish we’ll dance
We had no chance
Will you sing a song for me
Sing a song
Sing a song
Sing a song for me
And in the chapel above the cliff
In a service on Sunday
The priest will say
That we lost our lives
And then sing a song
For you and me
Sing a song
Sing a song
Sing a song for me
Sing a song
Sing a song
The Butcher
He’s waiting in the wings
To cut you up and sing
The butcher
The butcher
It’s flesh and blood he eats
The humans are his meat
The butcher
The butcher
His dirty long white hair
You enter in his lair
The butcher
The butcher
The picture in the house
In terror you will shout
The butcher
The butcher
The butcher
The butcher …
The darkness of your fear
The butcher he draws near
The butcher
The butcher
Oh you smell the greed and lust
In terror you will thrust
The butcher
The butcher
The butcher
Mac The Knife (Brecht & Weill)
Well the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he bares them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has MacHeath dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with its teeth dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves wears MacHeath dear
And there’s not a trace of red
In the tugboat Sunday morning
The cement bags are dropping down
The cement bags are for show dear
MacHeath is back in town
Louis Miller disappeared dear
While drawing out his cash
And our boy well he spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash
Polly Peacham Sukey Diver
Liza Jennings Polly Brown
Well the queue forms to the right dear
I guess Mac is back in town
Well the queue forms to the right dear
I guess Mac is back in town
Interfered With
When I was a young choirboy
I’d go into a pew
And those old choirmasters
You know what they would do
And after they had had with me
Had their evil way
They took me in the confessional
And this is what they’d say
If you’re not interfered with as a child
Then you haven’t lived
The priest would follow after
How he’d follow through
He’d stick it into me so hard
My face it would turn blue
And after he had had with me
Had his evil way
He took me in the confessional
And this is what he’d say
If you’re not interfered with as a child
Then you haven’t lived
Well come the priests’ convention
I’d get mighty sore
Those priests would all stick it in
The blood from me would pour
And after they had all gangbanged me
Their organs they’d all play
Then they’d sing the harmony
And this is what they’d say:
If you’re not interfered with as a child
Then you haven’t lived
Well now I am an old man
And I too took the vow
And those young choirboys whooaar
How I love them how
And after I have had with them
Had my evil way
I take them in the confessional
And this is what I say
If you’re not interfered with as a child
Then you haven’t lived …
Rue D'Ausei
On the Rue d’Orsay hear your music play
Strange beauty it rips rips my soul away
In the Rue d’Orsay
In your garret your room encased and entombed
Each sound so disturbed twisted and absurd
In the Rue d’Orsay
Haunted full of fear each meaning unclear
The dread it does grow and it starts to show
In the Rue d’Orsay
A tortortured cry with one about to die
Like a monkey you play your life away
On the Rue d’Orsay
So the window breaks and your music shakes
The terror runs deep your music shrieks
On the Rue d’Orsay
As the darkness comes you start to run
Never will I know the secrets you could show
On the Rue d’Orsay
But the music that you played
I will take to my grave
Violin Plays
What is your sin
What evil within
Now you must pay
For you I will pray
The violin plays
The violin plays
The violin plays
Nervous your glance
For you there’s no chance
One can’t avoid
The endless void
Stretching and black
The fear does you crack
In panic you play
On this your final day
The violin plays
The violin plays
Each time filled with dread
Soon you’ll be dead
Play with your fear
The black wind appears
The violin plays
The violin plays
The violin plays your life away
Killed My Mother
I killed my mother
I drunk her blood
I killed my mother
The one I loved
I raped my mother
Ripped out her guts
I tortured her
She bleeded then
She never knew
When it would end
I raped my mother
While father watched
I raped her
And I wouldn’t stop
I stripped the skin from
My mother’s flesh
Ejaculation
Was the best
So now I love my mother more
Than I ever loved her before
I found once her I had abused
My love for her just grew and grew
Now I love my mother more
My mother now I adore
Heroin
I’ll piss in the eye of your Saviour
I’ll piss in the eye of your Queen
And I’ll piss in the eye of all that you cherish
And I’ll piss everywhere that is clean
I’ll piss in the eye of your glorious future
I’ll piss in all of your dreams
I’ll piss in the eye of all that you dreamed of
I’ll piss everywhere in between
My name is heroin
Well the last time I saw you
you were down by the river
A teardrop for each of your sins
Well you said that for you it was too late
Some you lose you I did win
My name is heroin
So I’ll take another young girl
Who likes to hear me sing
Well I have sung to millions
And to each one I was the King
My name is heroin
Well my disciples they smash your car windows
They do anything to me please
I am I am
The special disease
My name is heroin
Well my disciples, they steal your car stereos
They’ll rob you they’ll mug and they you maim
And they do it for me yeah they do it for me
They do it again and again
My name is heroin
Rats
Can you smell that smell
Can you hear the sound
Can you see that shadow
See it running round
Well you’d better not
Turn your back
Get the men to
Set some traps
Because there’s rats rats rats …
In the walls
In the foundations
Lie the twisted corpse
Well it’s all in your
Mind of course
There amongst
The rotting meat
Where those rats
Have their feast
Yeah there’s rats rats rats …
In the walls
Each time they gnaw
Each time they bite
Out goes
Another light
In the foundations
Where they rot and die
Living lives
Built on lies
Yeah there’s rats rats rats …
In the walls
Hailstones
On the first day in my tin shack
I took cocaine and I took crack
And I heard the hailstones falling down
And in those hailstones I drown
On the second day in my shack of tin
I took angel dust and heroin
And the hailstones I heard them fall
I thought I heard God call
And the hailstones
On the third day in my house of tin
I took strychnine
On the fourth day in my tin home
I made a chapel all alone
By crucifixes I did lie
Then I heard a voice cry
And the hailstones
On the fifth day in my home of tin
A voice came from within
Outside the hailstones did fall
It wasn’t God who did call
And the hailstones
And on the sixth day in my tin home
I died all alone
On the seventh day
Hailstones heavy as lead beat me
Till I was dead
The Tiger Lillies return with more deranged songs and deliciously dark theatrics. Having enjoyed phenomenal success with Shockheaded Peter and sold out venues across the globe, The Tiger Lillies have an international reputation for being the foremost avant-garde band in the world.
Conjuring up the macabre magic of pre-war Berlin cabaret and fusing it with the savage edge of punk, they return with a concoction of deviant classics and songs from their new album. Live Here Now brings you this special live recording from the Soho Theatre, London on 17th April in a 2CD format.
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Credits:
© 2007 MISERY GUTS MUSIC
ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY MARTYN JAQUES EXCEPT
CD 01 TRACK 01 / 06 AND CD 02 TRACK 02 ( BRECHT / WEILL )
MARTYN JAQUES - VOCALS / ACCORDION / UKULELE / PIANO
ADRIAN STOUT - DOUBLE BASS / SINGING SAW / / BACKING VOCALS
ADRIAN HUGE - DRUMS / TOYS / BACKING VOCALS
RECORDED BY WILL SHAPLAND FOR LIVE HERE NOW &
WILL SHAPLAND MOBILES AT THE SOHO THEATRE / 17 APRIL 2007
ASSISTED BY DAVID LOUDOUN / CHRIS GODDARD / JOE ADAMS / ANDY RANA /
DANIEL FISHER / NOGGIN / IAIN FORSYTH / ROBERT SCHILLING / MJ
PRODUCED BY THE TIGER LILLIES
PHOTOGRAPHY BY bLUE
DESIGN BY LOUISE DOWNER
