An old riff recently renovated & augmented with additional guitars & synths added by marc & drums by Greg L
prog
flute
cello
psychedelic
banjo
political
mandolin
sax
rock folk
pygmy beat
Lyrics
SEWERSONG / NIGHT OUT – 17APR2008
Flange on the neon
Flange on the street
Real and constructed
Everyman’s treat
Bucking the system
Pleasure the night
Cocktails like molotovs
Get in a fight
Get in a fight
Slashed with a razor
Stuck with a knife
Stuck with a knife
Interlude
Loosen the purse strings
Spend on the moon
Watching the sunrise
Look for a room
Roll in the gutter
Crawl amongst the stars
Throw up near No Birds
Dream of fast cars
Roll in the gutter
Dream of fast cars
Interlude
Slashed with a razor
Stuck with a knife
Loosen the purse strings
Spend on the moon
Cocktails like molotovs
Look for a room
END
Slashed with a razor
Stuck with a knife
Flange on the neon
Copyright 2008 – Cochrane Berman
Sewer Song
Come to my circus,
My city, my sewer.
The exhibits are many,
Clay caste menagerie.
Come to the grand ball,
My trunkated lover,
The legless, the armless,
Come love's amputees.
Newborn, still born, bleeding heart.
Morning, evening's dying art.
In all these we play no part:
In games of love no-one can play.
See comic book heroes,
Pretend not to bleed,
Emotional lepers:
Toy soldier memories.
Red collophane eyelight,
waving stumps at the moon.
Pierrot with moonlust,
Come & see!
Come & see!
Bleeding jester's morbid mirth,
Death: triumphant at each birth,
Borrowed dreams of little worth.
In games of love no-one can play.
Preach gangrenous love,
My pinup religion.
Prepackaged emotion,
For a fee, for a fee!
Come to my circus,
Spectators are few,
Another red nightmare,
Come and taste,
Come and see...
Dancer, leper, soldier.