new wave techno electronica pop synth opera electroclash
Lyrics
VILLAGE SECRET
Between philos-
and philosophy,
between heavy petting
and phylogeny,
locked in your
naked cage
you've got
no one to save.
feel the line pull
as you struggle
to hold on
to your own...
(send me your Bleeker Street
angels, heal me, thrill me
in shades of Manhattan leather)
Alone, forlorn you're
tattooed
on the edge of perversity,
a bonafide blue ribbon
anomaly.
Tattooed
alive you came in a dream,
caught naked with a rose
between your cheeks.
Between ethos and pathos:
phrenology.
Between faith-
surreal banality.
The screaming space
between everything,
the exquisite unbearability.
feel the line pull
as you struggle
to hold on
to your own...
(send me your Bleeker Street
angels, heal me, thrill me
in shades of Manhattan leather)
Alone forlorn you're
tattooed
on the edge of perversity,
undisputed king of the
vanishing queens.
The village preens
with python grins,
pythons from the waist up
to the python hiss.
