@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......