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INCUBUS
Music: Alan Wilder
Words: Ford Copola & McCarthy
Vocals: McCarthy
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DRIFTING
Music: Alan Wilder
Words & Vocals: Siobhan Lynch
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I’ve done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks of the waste in my head
and you face me instead, I must be drifting somewhere
I held in my hand but it’s hard, so hard to see reason
The burning is here, is only here to follow through
But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it
It’s dark behind your smile and I can follow through
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I’ve done
For words like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison.
I held in my hand but it’s hard, so hard to see reason
It’s dark behind your smile and I can follow through
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
LUSCIOUS APPARATUS
Music: Alan Wilder
Words & Vocals: Meggie Estep
Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the
mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold
Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table’s
surface
Then she thought of her co-worker Jack
Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus
He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with but dreaming made it even smaller
That’s just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreams
Carla’s small mouth was dreaming
As her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus
When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station
And scooped shiny white goop into jars
That’s just how some people are their mouths get smaller with
dreaming
The next day Jack took his own 1a.m. lunch break at the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood
Although he didn’t know who had written it, he co-incidentally thought
‘Luscious apparatus’ aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote luscious apparatus was here
After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit at the picnic table
at the same time
They both started to look at the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was
Carla’s mouth got small and dreamy, Jack’s eyes got round and hot.
When they got done with the graveyard shift
They went back to Jack’s apartment and had sex
Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex talking sex
Sex like animals have, sex like boys have, sex like girls have
Sex upside down, sex inside out
Sex with grins, sex with tears
Sex, sex, sex
Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack’s bed, Jack picked the knife up
And Carla knew at once that Jack’s wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
And now he wanted to carve some in her
This was where she drew the line
She’d have any kind of sex but not with a knife
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, Jack felt cheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didn’t see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
She ducked and Jack tripped and fell
And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast
Carla didn’t think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that
STALKER
Music: Alan Wilder
Words & Vocals: McCarthy
I can make a perfect picture from a voice
Her serenity oozed into my ear
It didn’t take long for her to know me and I knew it felt good
Pick me up and use me, pick me up and use me she was saying
You are nothing, you are nothing without me
You are nothing, you are nothing without me
If I am taken, you think that you can live again
But you are nothing, nothing without me
You know I’m here for you, right here for you
See, I am the punished one
She, she took all the glory, she took everything, everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me
But I am always gonna be here
Because I am the punished one
She took everything, she took all the glory, everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me
You are nothing, you are nothing without me
You are nothing, you are nothing without me
If I am taken, you think that you can live again
But you are nothing, you are nothing without me
Without me, you’re nothing
RED RIVER CARGO
Music: Alan Wilder
Words: Dorsey
Vocals: Hildia Cambel
Lead me on through the night
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me home
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me on through the night
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me home
CONTROL FREAK
Music: Alan Wilder
Words & Vocals: Meggie Estep
A girl who can’t shake off the smell of a man she met but didn’t know well
She thinks she feels him in her skin, she thinks she sees his sideways grin
She sees him on the street by chance follows him as if entranced
Gets on a train that he gets on
A girl like this she is possessed
She sits two seats behind his own, can hear him sigh, a little moan
She wonders what he’s thinking of as he removes his right hand glove
She notices his hand is strange, as if the bones were rearranged
She thinks of what she’ll say to him, she hears it playing deep within
You’re all that I need to get high
The man jumps to him feet just then slips out the train and round a bend
She almost loses sight of him, shuts her eyes, thinks of his skin
She catches up just as he goes into a bar and down below
To where cases of wine are stacked there is no light it’s nearly black
You’re all I need to get high
He turns around to face her then, his right hand seems to claw the air
She doesn’t know why she came here, she doesn’t know what possessed her
Sweat’s running down her spine
But then he breaks into a smile that lights up his whole face
And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh, and then he says
I’ve thought about you since that day we met but barely spoke
They start to kiss, he rubs his hand inside her tights inner band
She shivers up against him hard, she reaches inside of him far
But then she stops, she pulls away, she starts to go and he tells her stay
But she walks determined up the stairs she sways a bit, she flaunts her wares
She’s got him where she wants him now
She knows he’ll follow hard and how anything she says will go
Any yes she’ll turn to no
He follows her outside and says
Hey wait, don’t go, stay here
She turns around and sneers at him
And walks away for days
MISSING PIECE
Music: Alan Wilder
Words & Vocals: Siobhan Lynch
I wanna write myself on the walls of your heart
Because the knot that holds us altogether throws us all apart
I’m gonna stop myself before I say something true
Because the answers that roll from my tongue are nothing to do with you
And I hold a piece up to the light, hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set, found a person I’d not met
Hold a piece up to the light, hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set, found a person I’d not met
Sometimes is a lonely place
So tow me over to the light, the sound the sound it is in sight
Found my heart was contained within a cell
Found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world
I hold a piece up to the light, hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set found a person I’d not met
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes
I held the missing piece
LAST BREATH
Music: Alan Wilder
Words: E. Gold & P. Boone
Vocals: Hildia Cambel
There’s a song that tells you about the sounds you hear in the night
The animals crying because they’re hungry
And the child crying at night
Because he’s hungry and lonely
So take my hand
And walk this land with me
And walk this lovely land land with me