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Fish - Assassing - lyrics

I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare
Who gouged the notches in the family tree
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
(assassin, my friend.)
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins fervour
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend, the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone
Parading a hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform *****
Pavlovian slaver at the cash-till ring of success
A non-com observer, I assassin, the collector... defector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway
My friend?

Fish - Beaujolais Day - lyrics

I went to morrisons grave at pere lachaise cemetery
The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me
And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you
What will you do if I lied to your face
Could you still hold your dreams
Could you live in your silent face
So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Would you stand in the way like the others before
Get in the way
Would you drink to me next beaujolais day
Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me
I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long
Eternal romantic, victory failed on beaujolais day
I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango
Heading away to the inner wrangle
Do we cry for a cell
Do we need for a sell
What would you do, would you cry for me
Could you set off (? ) could we go gently
Blame it away
Do you really want to head for the open door
Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me
Just an absent friend and a misery
Laying awake do we stay right there
till beaujolais day
On beaujolais day
So what will you do, would you lie to me?
Would you sit right back in a victory
Would you play for me
Could you die for me
So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Heading away saying its just another victory
This is beaujolais day

Fish - A Feast Of Consequences - lyrics

I tear a page from the book of faces,
Throw your letters in an open fire,
I couldn’t say that I still despise you
But I’m finding it hard to not to
After all that was said not done it’s time this thing was over
Did I want you to change your mind I don’t honestly think so
Picking me up like a lovesick puppet
You were dancing me over a burning flame
You kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
You just wouldn’t let me go
We were running out of words, running out of lines, running out of things to say
We were running out of heart, running out of love, running out of reasons to stay
There was something so deeply flawed
In the beginning we tried to deny it
Like a crack in a china doll,
A masquerade in silence,
Where we try to recognise just who exactly we’re trying to hide
We played our roles in this grand design
Fooled ourselves in our own disguises
We were running out of pills, running out of smoke, running out of fine white wines,
We were running out of road, running out of fuel, running out of places to hide,
It’s a feast of consequences
Facing up to a feast of consequences
Bearing down on a feast of consequences
It looks like we’re dining alone
(GTR)
Table for one for a word drunk poet,
Losing my mind in a dancing flame,
It kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
It just wouldn’t let me go
We were running out of World, running out of hope, running out of resources
We were running out of time, running out of space, running out of tomorrows
If we only knew then what we know now would we have changed our minds, it was all about time we faced the feast of consequences
Can’t walk away from this feast of consequences,
Can’t ignore this feast of consequences

Fish - Angel Face - lyrics

Are you ready for the rest of your life
Does your comforter provide
Are you ready to remain evermore in your world of ice
All your feelings locked inside
Are you a woman or just a mannequin
Does your heart beat like the rest
Do you ever feel like joining in with the human race
Or are you happier outside?
But now youve gone youve broke the spell
Ive got no memories just a photograph
Ive got the best there is of you
Youre just a devil with a pretty angel face
Youve made your choice and thats ok
It never would have worked out anyway
Ive got the best there is of you
Youre just a devil with a pretty angel face
Will you be ready in your later life
When your looks are on the wane
And youre thinking of the ones and the scores that you left behind
As they come to haunt your mind
And when the twilight moment comes at last
And you have to face that nobodys there to care
But now youve gone youve broke the spell
Ive got no memories just a photograph
Ive got the best there is of you
Youre just a devil with a pretty angel face
Youve made your choice and thats ok
It never would have worked out anyway
Ive got the best there is of you
Youre just a devil with a pretty angel face
(tony banks)

Fish - Big Wedge - lyrics

I found a new religion yesterday, Id just cleared immigration jfk
A priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel
As God and his accountants drove away.
Youll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium
Rocked by satan just the night before
The collection from the faithful is tax free
Itll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht
And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge
And well buy ourselves some heaven on earth
We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?
A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
A casio concerto entertains you while you hold
Your credit ratings good for a madonna or a bardot
A dali or a picasso for his wall.
Youre looking good, looking good with big wedge
Are you holding back tomorrow for today?
Theyre driving in, driving in with big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?
Youll sell the ground beneath your feet
Youll sell your oil, youll sell your trees
You ideals and integrity your culture and your history
Your children into slavery to labour in their factories
Your mother and your family
Youll sell the world eventually.
The imf and cia; theres just no difference theyre all the same!
It just depends on whats your point of view
America, america the big wedge
And theyre buying up your tomorrow with promises
The promises of big wedge and theyll break them
Like your hearts another day
When you find out that youve left it just too late
And find that youre the only one to blame
That you sold out your tomorrow for big wedge

Fish - Bandwagon - lyrics

Bandwagon, its coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
Theyll be standing right there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
Theyll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon, its rolling into town
Gathering the crowds to show them all the places that they once
Could only dream of and put them right before their very eyes
In the stories that theyre selling for some pennies and a little of our time
Well, well do I hear you say, Im only dreaming
That Im staring out the window letting all my life just pass me by
In my defence, listen to me I have never ever stopped believing
That theres a better world out there waiting
And that all I have to do is hitch a ride on the bandwagon
Its coming to my door
Ive been on it before
And it took me to the places that I once
Could only dream of they were standing
Right there before my eyes
And I can tell you the stories for
Some pennies and a little of your time
Bandwagon its coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
Theyll be standing there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
Theyll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon
Here it comes
(dick/paton/boult/usher/paterson/wilkinson)

Fish - All Loved Up - lyrics

I come to life on a monitor screen, a click away I can post status updates, share my profile,
Check out my photos they’re not really me, they’re of some actor I have to be someone different just so you’ll like me, because I’m not special, but I know that I could be
I’m at auditions, the end of the queue, don’t need to tell me I know what to do to impress them, I’ll wear my best smile.
Humiliation, I don’t really care, I’ll be outrageous, I’ll be the king of the freak show, to get the exposure; I’ll do whatever it takes to sign the contract.
To join the world of wall to wall celebrities I get the feeling I already know,
One day I’m sure they’re going to be my real friends
And I’ll be rubbing shoulders with the in crowd because that’s where I belong
With the beautiful people, the dazzling people, well-heeled people, well dressed people, all loved up, all loved up.
Don’t need no money I got credit cards, a deck of plastic I ride to the max, till meltdown, then I got parents.
Because they owe they can never refuse, I don’t feel guilty they shouldn’t really have had me, it’s all their fault, I got nothing, I really do deserve more.
In my world of wall to wall celebrities I get the feeling I already know,
One day I’m sure they’re going to be my real friends
And I’ll be rubbing shoulders with the in crowd because that’s where I belong
All loved up, all loved, up, all loved up
All I need is a lottery win, my lucky numbers sure to come in, then I’m sorted, I got no more worries.
I believe in my own destiny, I just know one day I’m going to be famous, I deserve it, because I’m so special, I love me
In my world of wall to wall celebrities I get the feeling I already know,
One day I’m sure they’re going to be my real friends
And I’ll be rubbing shoulders with the in crowd because that’s where I belong
With the beautiful people, the dazzling people, well-heeled people, well dressed people
All loved up, all loved up, all loved up, all *****ed up

Fish - Bitter Suite - lyrics

1) brief encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided directionless
Familiar of some obscure scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
2) lost weekend
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
Shell be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said a whore.
3) blue angel
The sky was Bible black in lyon
When I met the magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from the glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
Jentend ton coeur
Jentend ton coeur
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
4) misplaced rendezvous
Its getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Somethings gonna give under this pressure
The cracks are already beginning to show
Its too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong
This time, its looking like another misplaced rendezvous
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous with you
The parallel of you, you
5) windswept thumb
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
Ill always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit
From a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
Rain on me!

Fish - Bitter Suite: (I) Brief Encounter - (II) Lost Weekend - lyrics

1) Brief Encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided directionless
Familiar of some obscure Scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
2) Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said

Fish - A Gentleman's Excuse Me - lyrics

Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your belgian lace
Taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?
Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles
Safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill?
Are you still a russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer
To anyone wholl listen is that a story you tell?
You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction.
Cant you see its hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say?
Its a gentlemans excuse me so Ill take on step to the side.
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
For every one step forward were taking two steps back.
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
I know you still like old fashioned waltzes
Your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with as you glide across the floor
But if I told you the musics over would you want to hear
That your dance card is empty that theres no-one really there?
Do you still believe in santa claus, that theres a millionaire
Looking at your front door with a key to a life that youd never understand?
All I have to offer is the love that I have, its freely given
Youll see its value when you see what Ive tried to say.
Its a gentlemans excuse me so Ill take on step to the side.
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
For every one step forward Im taking two steps back.
Can you get it in your head that from this one step forward
Theres no turning back?
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
Were finished dancing.
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