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In a midnight moon swing
He writes his valentine
Nothing ever happens
When you’re looking for it
I’ll keep my mouth shut
If you close your eyes
I’ll keep my mouth shut
If you close your eyes
In a midnight moon swing
He sings his lullaby
Nothing ever happens
When you’re looking for it
I’ll keep my mouth shut
If you close your eyes
I’ll keep my mouth shut
If you close your eyes
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Not as you are Looking up towards the sky Your cigarette in motion My almost best friend Meet me after midnight Behind the woods His father sent him away Sent him away Elegance is enchanting In a shiny black lacquer London, “I like the rain.” And the air that breathes into my face With the leaves on the trees Think about sadness And pace yourself Send away your heart Send away your heart Send away your heart Send away your heart The flowers were exquisite The odor of death and flowers No one noticed me Sitting in the back.
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Each week I put my clothes on the same way Each week I put my hair up the same way Each night I laugh and cry the same way Each night I sleep the same way The only thing that’s different is I’m going to the theatre tonight No fun in sitting alone reading a book No fun in watching some broads in a show No fun in sitting doing some work No fun in watching them fight I’m going to the theatre on a Saturday night I’m gonna have some fun tonight I’m going to the theatre on a Saturday night And I’m gonna chase some chicks around the aisles I’m going to the theatre on a Saturday night And I’m gonna catch me some great disease I’m going to the theatre on a Saturday night And I’m gonna become a great disgrace No fun in sitting alone reading a book No fun in watching some broads in a show No fun in sitting doing some work No fun in watching them fight Hey, who’s that up in the booth watching over us? Hey, is that Henry’s mom coming to get him? Look at him hide, look over there it’s Billy and Sally Their faces are wet, who knows where they’ve been Who knows where they’ve been Hey, who’s that up in the booth watching over us? Hey, is that Henry’s mom coming to get him? Look at him hide, look over there it’s Billy and Sally Their faces are wet, who knows where they’ve been Who knows where they’ve been I hope tonight never ends I hope tomorrow never comes I hope tonight never ends So long as I got my black cape on tonight I hope tonight never ends I hope tonight never ends
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All ghosts spend their time alone All my life I sit and watch nothing All the time we spend looking Is just another day Just another day Just another day to turn around All ghosts spend their time alone All of everyone seems to think in fragment All of childhood is a dream lost forever All my friends in slow motion Waiting for their eyes to close But you were always different But you were always different You were always different You were always different You gave me hope You gave me hope
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Twenty-one candles In a dark room A blue light flickers To the beat of the music Back on the slide In a park My imagination screams To the beat of my heart To the beat of my heart A distant voice Spreads through our bodies It’s nothing really more Than a whisper But your voice is clear Like the skin I glide across And then you turn and smile Then you turn and smile I found myself along the way I found myself between then and now I found myself along the way I found myself between then and now Twenty-one candles in a dark room Twenty-one candles in a dark room
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There once was a pumpkin Who came downstairs To see what was going on Billy on top of Brenda Making her face go red He tried to stop it But what can he do He don’t have any legs A bottle of wine And a six-inch knife His time is closing in They can’t hear anything upstairs They can’t hear anything upstairs They can’t hear anything upstairs And no one would care anyway He digs farther and farther Hoping to find some gold He wants to cut him open But he didn’t finish her yet They can’t hear anything upstairs They can’t hear anything upstairs They can’t hear anything upstairs And no one would care anyway
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Twist ribbons through my hair Long and sunset A violet hangs around my neck On a strand of silver icicles The patterns brush the carpet And the faces on the wall A gown weaved of clouds in a sunset I step out through the door Onto the unpaved road And my face is blank I can see myself only in reflection. There’s a lake nearby off the path And under the moon it’s invisible I’m invisible in it and to my own eyes I’m not really there The water is cold and my skin shakes My hands rise and stay On the surface is a tiny spider It swims by and flies away. My name echoes through the woods And I ignore and they pass by I’m in the center of a circle of silk And the water clutches my bare legs “Don’t leave us, don’t leave us, Don’t leave us, don’t leave us, Don’t leave us, don’t leave us, Don’t leave us, don’t leave us” I’m in the center of a circle of silk I’m in the center of a circle of silk
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He sits alone on a park bench Clutching a pretty leather purse He’s a showcase for those to see Smiles at a familiar gesture He’s what has been shown and told about for years In many of the homes That have had the pleasure to see him Fearless “Peaches” is what he’s known to the locals He doesn’t run or jog in the morning But skips his way around town He had a bike that he called “Sunshine” But it got stolen by some local thugs That mistook him for another queen, “Sugar Snacks” “Sugar Snacks” Oh, no. Fearless “Peaches” Oh, no. Fearless “Peaches” “Peaches” calls himself “The Shuffler” Can shuffle anything with the best of them A deck of cards, an untold fortune He also knows how to shuffle into the record store Picks up the latest Iggy Pop vinyl and stares With those bright blue eyes he smiles Tucks it under his sweater and crawls on out of there He races home and puts on the phonograph God, how he loves the sound of the crackle God, how he loves the sound of the pop God, how he loves the sound of the crackle God would’ve said, “That’s Iggy Pop.” “Peaches” gets busy in front of the mirror Does a slow strip, his heart is racing fast Oh, no. Fearless “Peaches” Oh, no. Fearless “Peaches” But he has hope, but he has hope But he has hope, but he has hope But he has hope, but he has hope
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The games people play The games people play All the angels Sitting wilted flowers Dripping tears Red devils, white angels Dressed in black And the flames grow higher And I start to cry If you say everyone Was meant to be together Then we can laugh A revolution against the king Is against yourself I remember If you say everyone Was meant to be together Then we can laugh A revolution against the king Is against yourself I remember I remember when you said Let’s start a religion Where is it now? When we burn and cry for yesterday I remember Maybe this is fantasy Maybe this is Halloween Maybe it’s a memory Wrapped in purple lights The games people play The games people play Maybe this is fantasy Maybe this is Halloween Maybe it’s a memory Wrapped in purple lights Maybe this is fantasy Maybe this is Halloween Maybe it’s a memory Wrapped in purple lights
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City to city With no one there But strangers Every stranger Starts to look the same And all their voices And stories are the same Take me to where There’s people who care And I don’t have to worry About what I’m thinking about Just call for me And it’ll be okay Just call for me And it’ll be okay But it still doesn’t matter Because the night always ends But it still doesn’t matter Because the night always ends But it still doesn’t matter Because the night always ends But it still doesn’t matter Because the night always ends But it still doesn’t matter Because the night always ends But it still doesn’t matter And you have to go home
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Audra Mesa, Arizona
Formed in 1991 by Chicago-raised brothers Bart & Bret Helm, Audra has released 4 albums (the first 2 with Projekt Records). 2019 saw the release of Dear Tired Friends, their long-awaited 4th album. 2022 brings 20th Anniversary Editions of 2002's Going to the Theatre. Audra has performed with AFI, Peter Murphy, She Wants Revenge, New Model Army, The Mission UK, Lycia, etc. ... more
Audra recommends:
Fantastic new album 'In Flickers.' Mike from Lycia makes a guest appearance on the upcoming fourth Audra LP.
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by ACTORS
supported by 13 fans who also own “Going to the Theatre (20th Anniversary Edition)”
It's uncanny just how good Actors is at emulating that Post-Punk synth sound from my younger days. Each listen just gets better and better. I feel slightly ashamed for not having heard this album until a few short days ago.
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supported by 13 fans who also own “Going to the Theatre (20th Anniversary Edition)”
OMG these guys write GREAT songs
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A Day In The Stark Corner
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supported by 12 fans who also own “Going to the Theatre (20th Anniversary Edition)”
This is greatness. Forgive my brief review, but I don't know what else to say. 10/10
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“Strangers” is packed with wonderfully menacing electro-goth—late-night horror movie music for vampire dance parties.
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New on Grimalkin, this EP from Phantómódel is an irresistible batch of gothy post-punk that is delightfully harrowing.
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