Viva Dead Ponies

(Retail groceries...). . Do you know how Jesus feels. when he's behind his sportscar wheel. and the windscreen glass is all gummed up with blood?. Do you know how old Jesus feels?.

Valley Of The Dead Cars

A box full of groceries. Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees. In the main street chill. She sleeps at night in broke-down cars. Squirts the dreams into her arms.

Valhalla Avenue

You awake, lying still / while light makes landfall. in the steel suburban room. The windows show, row on row, all the same:. More people are summoned round to chase to blue.

Thursday

The windows watch me wait for you. Mirror mirror, mirror mirror. I've seen a world beyond their view. Mirror mirror, mirror mirror. Of course the night times are the worst.

The White Knuckle Express

This truck stop: rancid gravy. A man with no hands waving. and the dog 'round my leg bumps and grinds. It rains for miles out there. on mud and tar and still air.

The Loyaliser

The model volcano by the giant gas tank. The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank. The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace. A tower of riches, beside it the abyss.

1st Thing First

The Holy Mugger

Here he comes, in the dead of the month. His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched. Secure with his Third World expectation. [...] open sewers of degredation.

The Great Valerio

(Lyrics / Music--Richard Thompson) Published by Warlock Music Ltd.. . High up above the crowd. the great Valerio is walking. The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud.

The Door-to-door Inspector

The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white,. is rapping on your window. 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight. He's travelled from the city to your country slum.

The Day I Lost Everything

i'm here on a mission. to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this:. you're running down the staircase at random.

Stigmata

Stronger than reason, stronger than lies. The only truth I know. Is the look in your eyes. . Just like a car crash, just like a knife. My favorite weapon is the look in your eyes.

Something Bad

I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this... The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyes. She laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astride.

Smiling

The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky. His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride. to knock upon some doors.

Sleep Of The Just

Lift up your head, lift up your head. Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile. awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile. . You'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the fun.

Ray Of Hope, Hoe Of Rape

A glass ravine. The low clouds which wink. The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig. Wide rutted streets. "666 Park Avenue", yells a big red sign. as if some Anglo-Saxon in love with his doom.

Purple Window

He and she, their empty house. He's awake, she sleeps. His eyes are for one sight alone. The purple window. . Now his desires, his secret wish. He never lets her see.

Popemobile To Paraguay

The postmark read "Asuncion".... . By the foul Adriatic there can be some dramatic. variations in the temperature. so you can't recall which S.S. dress to wear.

Perfumes Of Paradise

Somebody's threatened you, well, you know why. Time now to pay for misdeeds you deny. Life can be cheerless in intensive care. Keep a cool head and you won't know you're there.

Paper Thin Hotel

(Music--Leonard Cohen/Phil Spector; Lyrics--Leonard Cohen) Sony Music Publishing/Back to Mono Music. . The walls of this hotel are paper thin. Last night I heard you making love to him.