[Image] [Secrets of the Beehive] © 1987 by Opium (Arts) Ltd. -------------------------------------- Secrets of the Beehive September The sun shines high above The sounds of laughter The birds swoop down upon The crosses of old grey churches We say that we're in love While secretly wishing for rain Sipping coke and playing games September's here again September's here again The Boy with the Gun He knows well his wicked ways A course of bitterness A grudge held from his childhood days As if life had loved him less Reading down his list of names He ticks them one by one He points the barrel at the sky Firing shots off at the sun "I am the law and I am the King I am the wisdom, listen to me sing" He carves out the victim's names In the wooden butt of the gun He leans well back against the tree He knows his Kingdom's come He'll breath a sigh self satisfied The work is in good hands He shoots the coins into the air And follows where the money lands "I am the law and I am the King I am the wisdom, listen to me sing" He pauses at the city's edge Of hellfire and of stone He summons up the devil there To give him courage of his own He'll free the sinners of deceit They'll hear his name and run His justice is his own reward Measured out beneath the sun "I am the law and I am the King I am the wisdom, listen to me sing" And my name's on the gun Maria "Climb the stairs And step into my dream house" These words are yours, Maria The waters warm (Hold me) The table bare (Till the worst is past) Until the summer nights return Until we close our eyes Maria, your every thought's my heartbeat Maria, save a thought for me Orpheus Standing firm on this stony ground The wind blows hard Pulls these clothes around I harbour all the same worries as most The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost I wrestle with an outlook on life That shifts between darkness and shadowy light I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world Sunlight falls, my wings open wide There's a beauty here I cannot deny And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs Are just so many people I knew never cared Down below on the wreck of the ship Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn't regret But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side Tell me, I've still a lot to learn Understand, these fires never stop Believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing Sleepers sleep as we row the boat Just you the weather and I gave up hope But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs Still the voices have stories to tell Of the power struggles in heaven and hell But we feel secure against such mighty dreams As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring Tell me, I've still a lot to learn Understand, these fires never stop Please believe, when this joke is tired of laughing I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing The Devil's Own The night is dark and cold The strong winds and the rain Crack the branches upon my window The devil beats his drum Casting out his spell Dragging all his own down into hell The ticking of the clock Inexorably goes on The howling of the stray souls of heaven The treasures of the cove Where the traders stored their gold Echo voices still dead to the world Underneath the vine Shaded by the leaves I still hold you close to me Beneath the open stars Beneath the pillows and the sheets I still hold you dear to me The ticking of the clock Surely sunrise won't be long When darkness hides inside it's own shadow The devil beats his drum Casting out his name Dragging all his own down into shame When Poets Dreamed of Angels She rises early from bed Runs to the mirror The bruises inflicted in moments of fury He kneels beside her once more Whispers a promise "Next time I'll break every bone in your body" And the well-wishers let the devil in And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening As the card players deal their hands From the bottom of the deck Row upon row of feudal houses blow away Medicine for the popular complaint When the poets dreamed of angels What did they see? History lined up in a flash at their backs When the poets dreamed of angels What did they see? The bishops and knights well placed to attack Mother and Child Shadows form knights and pawns Upon the squares Blood is drawn up from the well Secret signs brought the crime Right to your door An innocent guilty as hell Oh, the cot is open wide Damp with milk and honey Gone the mother and the child In Jesus name Should they be waiting there On my return I may run into their arms Walking on a razor's edge Unconcerned Game is lost again I'll never learn Let the Happiness In I'm waiting on the empty docks Watching the ships come in I'm waiting for the agony to stop Oh, let the happiness in I'm watching as the gulls all settle down Upon the empty vessels The faded whites of their wedding gowns The songs of hopeless selflessness The cold December Sun A cold that blisters The hands of a working man Wasted I'm waiting on the empty docks Watching the ships roll in I'm longing for the agony to stop Oh, let the happiness in Oh, let the happiness in Listen to the waves against the rocks I don't know where they've been I'm waiting for the skies to open up And let the happiness in Oh, let the happiness in Waterfront On the banks of a sunset beach Messages scratched in sand Beneath a roaming home of stars Young boys try their hand A spanish harbouring of sorts In Catalonian bars They were pulled from a sinking ship And saved for last On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains Watch the train steam full ahead As it takes the bend Empty carriages lose their tracks And tumble to their end So the world shrinks drop by drop As the wine goes to your head Swollen angels point and laugh "This time your god is dead" On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains Is our love strong enough? Promise (The Cult of Eurydice) The silence of the park The moonshine after dark Came to keep her company The tiny golden cross lay upon her throat Hands clutching tight her rosary The rain upon her lips Eyes opened with a kiss Just too late for us to see She sits upon the ground Face covered by a shroud of midnight canopy And when the lightning starts The secrets in her heart Merge within the rain patterns And when the shadows fall The promise of it all Is lost inside the tears that linger on All the things we'd hoped Would always keep us close Stand between us now, as fences The letters that we wrote Have all gone up in smoke And now you're just too far to listen in When all but hope is lost You believe at any cost In things that make the living lighter And when the shadows fall The promise of it all Is lying in the bed besider her -------------------------------------- Originally compiled by Curtis C. Hovey (chovey@access.digex.net). Corrected by Lars Carlestam (carls@nada.kth.se). 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