Тексты песен «Siouxsie & The Banshees»

From the cradle bars Comes a beckoning voice It sends you spinning You have no choice... You hear laughter Cracking through the walls It sends you spinning You have no choice Following the footsteps Of a rag doll...

From the cradle bars Comes a beckoning voice It sends you spinning You have no choice...... You hear laughter Cracking through the walls It sends you spinning You have no choice Following the footsteps Of a rag...

Home is where the rain is soft and soothing Home is where the comfort is confusing Chased and cored like burning bridges Swallowing the tracks across my head Always moving in the wrong direction Animated statue eyes...

Been thinking how to escape? This strait-jacket of constraint Been thinking what can be wrong? With feelings that long to belong Stargazing me in an upside down sea So weary this strait-jacket dreamer so resigned to...

My face in the window has become The face of a woman I never knew My face in the window has become The face of a woman who never knew me Now this ringing in my ears Sends me spinning down the years And I really need to...

Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south Of the bulging...

Im sorry that I hit you But my string snapped I sorry I disturbed your cat-nap But whilst finishing a chore I asked myself what for Then something snapped, I had a relapse...a suburban relapse I was washing up the...

I'm sorry that I hit you But my string snapped I'm sorry I disturbed your cat-nap But whilst finishing a chore I asked myself, what for? Then something snapped I had a relapse A suburban relapse A relapse, relapse

Your love, your love, your love, Your love is a supernatural thing Your love, your love, your love, Your love is a supernatural thing When we touch, it gives me some funny feeling in my brain I'm so possessed by your...

Falling in your, falling in your arms Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land Thrown back again to drown Kinder with poison Than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell Feel the cruel stones breaking her bones...

falling in your, falling in your arms fish on a line, learns to live on dry land thrown back again to drown kinder with poison than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell feel the cruel stones breaking her bones...

Different lives shuffle(d) lives In different places into wrong categories Familiar problems cross the wires Same old faces and fuse humanities Watch the muscles twitch For a brand new switch... Scientist g.p.s With...

Different lives in different places Familiar problems same old faces Shuffled lives into wrong categories Cross the wires and fuse humanities Watch the muscles twitch For a brand new switch Scientist G.P.'s With...

Deep in the heart Of a seething beast Think of bright lights A splendid feast But somethings missing Shes feeling low Somethings missing Shes going home Take me back -- Im feeling low Take me back -- Im going home...

deep in the heart of a seething beast think of bright lights a splendid feast but something's missing she's feeling low something's missing she's going home take me back -- I'm feeling low take me back -- I'm going...

When you're sitting all alone in the middle of the floor There's something uncontrollable As you sit there watching the door Colour me Tattooed on the inside Slap your thigh, slap your calf, Sing your mantra, leave...

I know it's all a game I know they're all insane I know it's all in vain I know that I'm to blame This tearing apart I think we all should die I think we're dead inside I know the purest rain won't wash the bloody stain...

Squatting on doorsteps following footsteps Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest So we crawl into corners ignore any callers And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors When we crawl on all fours upon the...

Sioux: vocals, acoustic guitar Severin: electric guitar, electric sitar, rhythm box budgie: bass, drums Squatting on doorsteps-following footsteps nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest so we crawl into...

At the top of the stairs is a locked room my secret chamber that no outsider views for entry is forbidden prohibited Behind this door is my other self not a picture in a frame nor a fresh disguise but my other self...