@ALBUM: peepshow
## Lyrics file
## typed by:      Marc Wallace
## last revision: 6 Mar 92
 
Group:    Siouxsie and the Banshees
Album:    Peepshow
Year(s):  1988
 
Songs:
          3:10  Peek-a-Boo
          4:04  The Killing Jar
          5:06  Scarecrow
          4:25  Carousel
          4:32  Burn-up
          3:49  Ornaments of Gold
          4:05  Turn to Stone
          2:29  Rawhead and Bloodybones
          4:29  The Last Beat of My Heart
          6:24  Rhapsody
 
 
@SONG: Peek-a-Boo
 
 
Creeping up the backstairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She'll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue
 
Peek-a-boo  Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo  Peek-a-boo
 
Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
She's jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled
 
Peek-a-boo  Peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where'd you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
 
Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips crack out for more
`Come bite on this rag doll, baby!
That's right, now hit the floor'
They're sneaking out the back door
She gets up from all fours
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
Curdle into bitter tears
 
Peek-a-boo  Peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where'd you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
 
 
@SONG: The Killing Jar
 
 
Down where this ugly man
Seeks his sustenance
Down in the blue, midnight flare
A glass hand cuts through the water
Scything into his twisted roots
 
Then from his eyes
Spring fireflies
Breathing life
Into a roaring disguise
 
    Needles and sins, sins and needles
    He's gasping for air
    In the wishing well
    Dust to rust, ashes to gashes
    Hand around the killing jar
 
A soft hoodwink of shadow
The size of make-believe
Punches through his spike of rage
A glass hand cuts through the water
Snuffing out the magic fury
 
Then from inside
Bolt lightning cries
Swiftly crushed
The final, muffled sighs
 
    Needles and sins, sins and needles
    He's gasping for air
    In the wishing well
    Dust to rust, ashes to gashes
    Hand around the killing jar
 
 
@SONG: Scarecrow
 
 
He trembles in the bitter wind
Until it's time for us to speak
Whilst others here are sleeping sound
I'll slip away by floorboard creak
 
Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets
Shock the colours to bleach inside
Whilst others there are sleeping sound
Just we two will confide
 
    Listen to his body moan
    Make a wish and send us home
    To spin the gold and silver stitches
    We can turn his rags to riches
 
With frosty Jack on fingernail
Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale
Come whisper thro' your lips of straw
A moment torn forever more
 
    Listen to his body groan
    Make a wish and send us home
    To spin the gold and silver stitches
    We can turn his rags to riches
 
My so-called friends say you're not alive
I'll bake their bones for telling lies
Then pull the pastry from the pie
And pour the gravy in their eye
 
    Listen to his body moan
    Make a wish and send us home
    To spin the gold and silver stitches
    We can turn his rags to riches
 
 
@SONG: Carousel
 
 
You clamber up
And look behind
Their watchful eyes
The helping hands
A hen that's fierce
And painted blue
With red eyes
Wants to swallow you
 
A dragon dives and soars on tracks
The hands that strap you to its back
You turn around and look behind
Their smiling eyes
Won't help you down
 
    Their tiny hands
    Their tiny feet
    Such little hearts
    To miss a beat
 
Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms
Pulled and taut a thousand yous
Staring back through stinging tears
Remembering those funhouse thrills
 
The paintbox tunes and wild balloons
Their watchful eyes, you start to swoon
Oh painted vile in lurid hue
The snarling horse that waits for you
 
Its motor whirrs and colours curl
Inside your head the monsters whirl
Its motor whirrs and colours curl
Inside your head the monsters whirl
 
    In sucked out
    Time stood still
    Roundabout back
    Carousel
    Time stood still
    And you remember it well
    Carousel
 
 
@SONG: Burn-up
 
 
A crumpled future in your fist
The killing streak ascends sun kissed
And the firestarter from within
Pokes out from fever blistered grin
 
King Salamander  that's his name
A desert maker  that's his aim
The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand
Eager and willing to torch the land
 
    All fire and brimstone
    This jack-o-lantern
    He likes to watch the buildings burn
 
His ardour smoulders, phosphorous flies
He radiates with urgence to hypnotise
Stoke the furnace, feed his need
This thirst for fire is all he seeks
He's the blazing rubber making tracks
The blue touch paper at your back
 
    All fire and brimstone
    This salamander king
    He basks while all around him burns
 
`Giddy-up, burn-up, not fade away'
These words ignite and pave his way
`Giddy-up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up'
He sings these words in fervid frame
 
    All fire and brimstone
    This jack-o-lantern
    He likes to watch the pyres burn
 
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
 
 
@SONG: Ornaments of Gold
 
 
Silver couches to recline upon
And ornaments of gold
Silver moonbeams dance in fountains
Below shining citadels
Surrounded by silver gates  ascending silver stairs
Eureka on angelic prayer  wafts in and scents the air
 
    With ornaments of gold
    To warm my soul from the growing cold
    Ornaments of gold
 
We can drink from silver vessels
We can feed from silver bowls
Then I'll give you gilded treasures
Annointed by intoxicating oils
Drenched in riches unimaginable
Your splendour drips with jewels that are so beautiful
 
    And ornaments of gold
    Warm my soul from the growing cold
 
Adorable rewardable you
From head to toe I'd love to cover you
And smother you in ornaments of gold
 
In honeydew I'd love to cover you
Oh lover do bring
 
    Ornaments of gold
    Protect our hearts from this cruel world
    Ornaments of gold
 
 
@SONG: Turn to Stone
 
 
High above
The sickle moon
All senseless thought
Slips and drowns
A place, a time
Gone out of mind
Reaction swims
The opal tide
 
Ferry me down, leave well alone
Ferry me down, turn to stone
 
Here within
My phantom flesh
Welcome in
The glowing guest
Far inside
The absolute
Instinct leaves
Us standing mute
 
Ferry me down, leave well alone
Ferry me down, turn to stone
 
Heaven sent
Some dark marvel
Fool's gold
As cold as marble
 
High above
The sickle moon
Your hidden dreams
Chill and swoon
A place, a time
Gone out of sight
Pulse the blood
Statue of light
 
Ferry me down, leave well alone
Ferry me down, turn to stone
 
 
@SONG: Rawhead and Bloodybones
 
 
        Bad word,
            Or bad deed,
        Unpunished invites grief,
                Here's
Rawhead and Bloodybones
 
    Reaching from
            Dark cupboard
Crouching under stair,
                Lurking in chimney,
        Pond or well
 
We're down here,
            Held here
                Dragged here
And drowned here by
        Rawhead and Bloodybones
 
                    Pop eyed,
            Horns,
    Bushy tailed
        Long teeth and
                Claws as well
        Rawhead and
    Bloodybones
 
 
@SONG: The Last Beat of My Heart
 
 
In the sharp gust of love
My memory stirred
When time wreathed a rose
A garland of shame
Its thorn my only delight
War torn, afraid to speak
We dare to breathe
 
Majestic
Imperial
A bridge of sighs
Solitude sails
In a wave of forgiveness
On angels' wings
 
Reach out your hands
Don't turn your back
Don't walk away
    How in the world
    Can I wish for this?
    Never to be torn apart
    Close to you
    'Til the last beat
    Of my heart
 
At the close of day
The sunset cloaks
These words in shadowplay
Here and now, long and loud
My heart cries out
And the naked bone of an echo says
Don't walk away
 
Reach out your hands
I'm just a step away
    How in the world
    Can I wish for this?
    Never to be torn apart
    Close to you
    'Til the last beat
    Of my heart
 
    How in the world
    Can I wish for this?
    Never to be torn apart
    'Til the last beat
    'Til the last fleeting beat
    Of my heart
 
 
@SONG: Rhapsody
 
 
In the soil of out sadness
Hear our hearts bell a serenade
A faint choir tenderly shaping
A lament ... a hollow refuge
 
In the blood of the twinkling sky
Breathing in air drunk dry
There was once a time of rapture
All is lost ... a pale gleaming
 
    Across this crooked land
    Runs a crooked man
    Our loved ones die
    Under the hammer
    Of the Soviet sun
 
Nothing can erase this night
But there's still light with you
Rhapsody ...
And if we can never see the sun
There's still light with you
Rhapsody ...
 
And I have seen all I want to
And I have felt all I want to
Rhapsody ...
But we can dream all we want to
We can dream all we want to