@ALBUM: Mask (1981) BAUHAUS @SONG: hair of the dog the man who was mortally wounded in war kept on fighting the man who was cut to the quick by love kept on loving the man who was mercilessly tortured by thoughts kept on thinking the man who was crippled with concern kept on caring kept on caring hair of the dog hair of the dog hair of the dog that turned hair of the dog the man whose eyes were sore from obscenities kept on looking the man whose heart bled, killed by compassion kept on feeling the man whose legs buckled under exertion kept on running the man whose ears rang with the sound of his own name kept on listening hair of the dog hair of the dog hair of the dog that turned hair of the dog @SONG: The passion of lovers she had nut painted arms that were hers to keep and in her fear she sought cracked pleasures the passion of lovers is for death said she and turned to feather and as i watched from underneath i came aware of all that she keep the little foxes so safe and sound they were not dead they'd gone to ground the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death she breaks her heart just a little too much and her jokes attract the lucky bad type as she dips and wails and slips her banshee smile she gets the bigger of the better to the letter the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death the passion of lovers is for death said she the passion of lovers is for death @SONG: of lillies and remains in the marbled reception hall, i received a three band gold ring, from mark, a token of esteem, running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. a wind rushes through hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors, i hide in one of these, no. 13. barely concealed but hopeful blackout blackout! i will climb this high wall in remembrance of clancy to regain or re-earn my life as i died just a flicker of an eyelid ago, the wall has many holes and many foot pieces to fasten to. the wall is dangerous, and this is my penance my penance and my task i did it once and they wondered yet i need to go, once more around up breathtakingly across rigidly down easily- and foolishly i endeavoured again to climb the wall in vain and capture back my chain of lillies and remains of lillies and remains of lillies and remains @SONG: hollow hills ancient earthwork, fort and barrow discreetly hide their secret abodes the most fearful hide deep inside and venture not there opon yuletide for invasion of their hollow hills that music hold, and oberon fill is surely recommended not for fear of death, in fear of rot hollow hills hollow hills hollow hills hollow hills baleful sunds and wild voices ignored ill luck, disaster, the one reward violated sanctity of supermen's hills so sad, love lies there still, so sad- so sad hollow hills, hollow hills witches too, and goblin too and speckled sills lament, repent, oh mortal you so sad, so sade (fade out) @SONG: Dancing dncing on hot tiles dancing on tender-hooks dancing down church aisles dancing on holy books dancing on hallowed ground dancing nyjinsky style dancing with the lost and found dancing on rock'n'roll graves dancing on burning coals dancing on 'jesus saves' dancing with old scratch soul dancing on flick knives dancing a stiletto groove dancing our nine lives away dancing in the louvre dancing in catacombs dancing in tuxedo drag dancing in dark rooms dancing on all your flags dancing in the vatican dancing on the papal gown dancing on the taxman dancing on the crown we're dancing to the dark side of this tune we're dancing to the dark side of this tune @SONG: kick in the eye and he spoke of pastures green i was never told why each journey lasts an age and my throat feels dry it must be the lesson so roll the tide so i began the crossing my throat burned dry searching for satori the kick in the eye i am the end of reproduction given no direction every care is taken in my rejection kick in the eye kick in the eye kick in the eye kick in the eye every care is taken with my rejection and my abduction to my addiction every care is taken with my protection and my abduction from my addiction kick in the eye kick in the eye kick in the eye kick in the eye @SONG: In fear of fear you fear the lesson and fear to walk and fear to pass on your fear to talk the teacher was feared your parents too then you became the fear of you look to yourself climb over the wall and see behind that you're not so small then you won't blame fear when competing's too much as you fall on your back as you fail to touch and i say to you when your fear is strong when you fear your life then your fear is wrong set free your past so shredding the skin then you won't fear the fear of sin fear @SONG: Muscle in Plastic be like a dog lay float on my back pull my feet off the ground let my head hit the sack i'm muscle in plastic nyjinski's bad move just a white show piece i've got nothing to lose i preach for the praise can't laugh so i gaze like a bad offset i'm just counting the days i'm muscle in plastic nyjinski's bad move just a white show piece i've got nothing, nothing to lose sonar blips on my arms my head's increased just a hotel inmate i'm the lover deceased i'm the latent impression of a dancer's leg i like faking persuasion and laying my bed i'm muscle in plastic nyjinski's bad move just a white show piece i've got nothing to lose @SONG: the man with x-ray eyes shoes that no man would want to wear wipe away the night's last cold stare red fist curled round the house wash away boy shelly shoes (wash) chocolate power is so crisp the atomic open house is really here and we have gone so desperate your power know no bounds and heavier with time are our shoes that no man would want to wear new tread wipes a wet road so dry -it stings into the borrowed course under the dreadful birds under the singing soil and all those guilty clouds i have seen too much wipe away my eyes too much! @SONG: Mask the man of shadows thinks in clay dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day he's seen in iron environments with plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes from the growth underneath the closed mouth you'll catch if you listen rack trapped cubist vowels from a dummy head expression from a dummy head expression the transformation is invested with the mysterious and the shameful while the thing i am becomes something else part character part sensation the shadow is cast etc......