Siren

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -. By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -. And as a crux - cede I my words -. Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er.

Soliloquy

Samantha

Cede the wherefores and do na chide,. Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;. Cede the wherefores and do na chide -. Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal..

Reverie

Car-crash and an elevator. Make you someone else. Never try yourself. Restore you. Bop 'till you're fagged out. Tick-tock clock and teddy boys. . Open windows shout.

Radio

Electric broadcast. The new transmission waves. Turn the dial. Receive the news. Transistor radio. We've tuned in to the ether melody. The deadpan voice I want to hear.

Retrospect

Here we are. One more time today. We stand in line. There is no sense. The cigarette in hand. It's all gone bad. No name, privilege, no hope and fame.

Poppea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -. A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,. Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell's hap;.

Play

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits. Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits. Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite. Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight.

Poppaea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -. A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,. Thine feral grith with me, Poppaea, be Hell's hap:.

On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,. Allow me thee to adown. Of an sort thou fancieth;. Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -. Yet the pleasure we partake in.

Mre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -. So painfully easing.. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;. Its years of yore in a mre,.

Musique

I synthesise and press a lighted key. Redo from start, I need more rhythm. Turn it on, compose a melody. A catchy beat, I put it on repeat. 1 and 4 was for the Commodore.

Motion

I run as fast as I can to get a ride. To ride on this wave is all I dream of. . I run as fast as I can to get a ride. To ride on this wave is all I dream of.

Mïre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -. So painfully easing.. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;. Its years of yore in a mre,.

Machine

Look up here, look down there. I am the new man. I'm tangled in wires, chip set adept. Memory load. . Keep your vogue, code that all have. Tomorrow's world we've all seen.

Lorelei (icon Of Coil Remix)

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade. A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me?. A menad, yet the sweetest colleen. Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Let You Down

No risk. No fun. I'm here. You're gone. . I'm cool. You're hot. I love you not. . Don't say. A word. Unless you're heard. . I know. I hate. To see you rude.

Liquid Man

He says to her,. "There's a woman in the upstairs window". The blurred image of the echo fades away. She turns and looks. As the silhouette set. She's smoking a cigarette.

Lorelei

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade. A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me?. A menad, yet the sweetest colleen. Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Hollow-hearted, Heart-departed

"Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!. With lore ornamented entreating;. Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -. Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -. When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd".