bizarre stab at the bauhaus genre...spontanious song creation effort
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Story behind the song
The song was written on spot at first hearing, in a living room, with a crappy drum machine, a cheezy 4 track recorder, and a sure sm57 mic for vocals. I had the guitar riff and the words. It was a spontanous effort on the part of myself, Glen Douglas, Les Mobley and Eric Kehr.
The words were no where near song format, but rather, impressions I had scribbled down as I watched Pink Floyd's The Wall at the theatre. I sat on the front row in the floor and stared up at the screen as my hand wrote stream of consciousness phrases.
Lyrics
these are incomplete...
dead memories
when this world bleeds
hands off my sack
they're all alive
they just don't know
when he sleeps
he's quite alive
remember me
the way we used to go
crucify him
crucify him
crucified ! i don't know Him
crucified ! i don't know Him
bodies sleeping in the sand
bury me with all the dead
she likes her job
she hates herself
remember me
i hate You
crucify Him
crucify Him
crucified ! i don't know Him
crucified ! i don't know Him
i want to scream
i want to scream
but whoever heard
heard my dream
please let me scream
i never have
i'll hold it in
til i explode
crucify Him
crucify Him
crucified ! i don't know Him
crucified ! i don't know Him
