J Church Lyric Book: T
Tea Time Telephone Line Terror Or Love The Creep Is Back The Devil And I The Doctor The Dramatic History Of A Boring Town The Heroic Trio The Horror of Life The King The Legend Of Rita The Ocean The Overwhelming Smell The Satanists Convene The Star Hotel The State Of Things The Track The Versace k**er The World's Tiniest Violin Thirty Second Song Tide Of Fate Tightrope Time Tomorrow And Forever Too Late To The Moon Traffic Jam Transvestite Show Travelers Tree House of Love Trepanation Party Tricky Turn To Stone
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9
Tea Time
Available on The Precession Of Simulacra CDEP (unlisted track)
Put the dishes in the sink please,
Or the roaches will have a feast,
The leftovers in the fridge please,
It's time to have some tea
The things you are forgetting,
The kitten's needing petting,
And my back, aching,
I guess it comes with age
Put the dishes in the sink please,
Or the roaches will have a feast,
The leftovers in the fridge please,
It's time to have some tea
The rain on the pane,
The cookie's getting stale.
Every day, the same,
I've settled down, I guess, I guess, I guess
Telephone Line
Available on Meaty, Beaty, sh**ty Sounding singles collection CD, Split LP with Discount, Turn To Stone CDS. Original version by ELO. Additional vocals by Harriet Scott.
Hello, how are you?
Have you been alright,
Through all the lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights,
That's what I'd say, I'd tell you everything,
If you'd pick up that telephone
Hey, how you feelin'?
Are you still the same?
Don't you realise the things we did, we did,
Were all for real not a dream,
I just can't believe,
They've all faded out of view
Doo wop, dooby dooby wop,
Doo wop, do la la la la la,
Blue Days, black nights,
Doo wop, do la la la la la
I look into the sky,
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through),
And I wonder why,
(The little things are finally coming true)
Telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight,
Oh, telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight
OK, guess no one's answering,
Well can't you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer?
I'll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night,
And let it ring for evermore
Doo wop, dooby dooby wop,
Doo wop, do la la la la la,
Blue Days, black nights,
Doo wop, do la la la la la
I look into the sky,
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through),
And I wonder why,
(The little things are finally coming true)
Telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight,
Oh, telephone line, give me some time,
I'm living in twilight
Terror Or Love
Available on Split album with Storm The Tower
Romance may be a bankrupt term while we watch the city burn,
I have to wonder if it's true and I'm so glad I'm here with you,
Planting bombs - robbing banks, call it war, call it pranks,
Call it terror, call it love, watch our numbers rise above
I'm so glad I'm here with you,
We believe in something new,
I'm so glad I'm here with you,
We believe in something new
Romance may be a dated term we love to watch the city burn,
While we make our escape hand in hand - hand in fate,
Living in the underground, now we move from town to town,
Call it terror, call it love, watch our flags rise above
I'm so glad I'm here with you,
We believe in something new,
I'm so glad I'm here with you,
We believe in something new
I'm so glad I'm here with you,
We believe in something new,
I'm so glad I'm here with you,
We believe in something new
The Creep Is Back
Available on We Are Bacteria split 7". Lyrics not yet available.
The Devil And I
Available on One Mississippi LP/CD
I will get you back if it's the last thing that I do,
I'm taking cla**es every night for my revenge on you,
I may get a gun. I'm still not sure what I will do,
But rest a**ured that you will know what I am going through
What's another sleepless night?
What am I supposed to do?
Can water change to wine?
I can drink myself to sleep,
And hopefully forget to breathe,
I hate what I've done to my life
You wear out your jaw. You're so austere in your belief,
Each day you work a heart between your pretty yellow teeth,
I'm succinct about this feeling but confused about remorse,
For I loved you like a choir of worms progressing to a corpse
What's another sleepless night?
What am I supposed to do?
Can water change to wine?
I can drink myself to sleep,
And hopefully forget to breathe,
I hate what I've done to my life
Christmas night the Devil and I had a little chat,
He asked me would I rather die as a dog or as a rat,
You can please the universe by using any means,
But when you are alone, I hope you think of me
What's another sleepless night?
What am I supposed to do?
Can water change to wine?
I can drink myself to sleep,
And hopefully forget to breathe,
I hate what I've done to my life
The Doctor
Available on One Mississippi LP/CD
I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated and I
Keep your body perverted and I'm
Lost in inertia,
You're getting better,
You seem to be improving,
But there's never gonna be a cure,
But you're definitely getting better
I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated,
I keep you mutilated
So here's the future,
Lab rats of leisure,
In the name of science,
It gives little resistance,
To push a theory,
Let me pose a question,
Are you willing to die for,
A lucrative infection?
And I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated,
I keep you mutilated
You read the paper,
It lies in bold face,
You strangely feel safer,
Allergic to the ink,
It smells like poison,
A new elixir,
A trace of d**h,
Most becoming the victor
And I am the doctor,
I keep you mutilated,
I keep you mutilated
The Dramatic History Of A Boring Town
Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD, The Dramatic History Of A Boring Town 7", The Drama Of Alienation LP/CD
Like the old cliché, "alone in the crowd",
At the top of your lungs you still won't hear a sound,
The unlocked cage both protects and surrounds,
The dramatic history of a boring town
The faint scent of a faint notion,
Goes from my house to the Richmond
(Which we'll burn to the ground),
It dissipates in the strength of the ocean,
The sad aroma of an exaggerated town
We're out of our minds when we're out of the house,
We're selling revolutions by the ounce,
We never even care to burn the city down,
We're selling our souls to so-called undergrounds
All of your plans are so precise,
If nothing else the movement will be organized,
Why don't you shrink it down to size?
You seem more than happy to compromise
Paint doesn't dry before it's erased,
You're pa**ing out flyers to save the human race,
Unfortunately, isn't that the case?
"Who will win the next election?"
I don't care about the politics you wear,
When it falls who will hear a sound?
The city you love so very much,
Is begging to be burnt to the ground
The Heroic Trio
Available on Cat Food LP/CD, Ox-zine #32 compilation, Slanted CD, Totally Damaged compilation. Additional vocals by Manda Rin from Bis and Harriet Scott.
Something had to happen,
Something had to change,
Babies vanishing, sacrificed,
To a eunuch with no name,
Make a move,
Things to choose,
Either way you're bound to lose,
Even Wonder Woman sometimes sings the blues
Hey you! (Hey you!)
It's true! (It's true!)
I've got news for you,
Nothing you can do
No need to get worried,
No need to give in,
The babies are all born on dates destined to be King,
Sometimes I get lonely,
Maybe it's just me,
But Michelle, Anita and Maggie Cheung are all I ever need
Hey you! (Hey you!)
It's true! (It's true!)
I've got news for you,
Nothing you can do
Hey you! (Hey you!)
It's true! (It's true!)
I've got news for you,
Nothing you can do
The Horror of Life
Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.
She says she's never lived away from the coast
She says that landlocked is the thought that scares her the most
She says the ocean has affected her mind
And surely this is something people find
Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Pa**ing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day),
Stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say
The smoking may be phoney but the tattoos are all real
She hates her body
She hates the way it feels
No-one is a sinner
No-one is a saint
The blood that's on her hands and arms is only red paint
She says the city is an abbatoir
We see the people all around us
Not the blood on the floor
She tells it like she tells a joke
Ha ha…
She laughs through the stink of the smoke
Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Pa**ing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day),
Stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say
Life is so sweet and life is so sad
In the end your loneliness is all you ever had
California dreaming is just a waste of time
The horror of life is both subjective and sublime
Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Pa**ing by the Armory the night turns into day,
The stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say,
To say
The King
Available on Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD, The Horror Of Life LP/CD.
You may be the pirate king,
And you may be a lot of things,
You may not be a fool for all I know,
You walk to one side of the room,
You wait until they come to you,
But you don't give them anywhere to go
I don't believe magic,
It is just illusion,
You're making it happen,
This sad confusion
You can say you're a better man than me,
But it doesn't mean anything,
You can say you're a better man than me,
You can wear the crown,
You are the king
You must've read a book or two,
They mostly pa**ed right over you,
Now you are a writer on your own,
When you turned on your oldest friends
What message did it to send?
You won't rest until you're on your own
I don't believe magic,
It is just illusion,
You're making it happen,
This sad confusion
You can say you're a better man than me,
But it doesn't mean anything,
You can say you're a better man than me,
You can wear the crown,
You are the king
I don't believe magic,
It is just illusion,
You're making it happen,
This sad confusion
You can say you're a better man than me,
But it doesn't mean anything,
You can say you're a better man than me,
You can wear the crown,
You are the king
The Legend Of Rita
Available on Palestine CD.
Like I said before, "We speak in codes",
Underneath the Eastern snow,
We don't believe in Western modes,
Race around the Berlin roads,
Rita in your mind; she is deep inside,
The Roaming Hash Rebels always have somewhere to hide
Banks are full of money,
Free for us to take,
We contribute chocolate sweets to be given away,
Banks are full of money,
Free for us to take,
We contribute chocolate sweets to be given away
Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her smiling in your face,
Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her with a loaded AK
When they say "No future",
She shouts out "Guess again!"
She's a good example of how the revolution ends,
Heading to the East,
You think you're in the West,
There's no point in choosing,
Which one you think is the best
Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her smiling in your face,
Rita - I hope you meet her,
You should see her with a loaded AK
When they say "No future",
She shouts out "Guess again!"
She's a good example of how the revolution ends,
Heading to the East,
You think you're in the West,
There's no point in choosing,
Which one you think is the best
When they say "No future",
She shouts out "Guess again!"
She's a good example of how the revolution ends,
Heading to the East,
You think you're in the West,
But there's no point in choosing,
Which one you think is the best
The Ocean
Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.
With the foggiest notion and a phrase regarded,
Take a look at the ocean and finish what you started,
The ocean is a vacuum,
The night wave's frightening,
d**h needs more room,
It's fast and exciting
The wave I crave,
My thought; my grave
With the cliff house leering,
And the cold wind stinging,
The shore disappearing,
The hillside concealing,
An arrogant gunshot,
Slipping sand underfoot,
Returning to the bus stop,
Stars remain unconvinced
The wave I crave,
My thought; my grave
With the offhanded comment,
The truth comes slippery,
The wind comes ripping,
Lost and divisive,
The ocean is a vacuum
The night wave's frightening,
It leers like a black tomb,
It's fast and exciting,
Fast and exciting,
Fast and exciting,
Fast and exciting
The Overwhelming Smell
Available on Invasion Of The Indie Snatchers compilation, who*ehouse: Songs And Stories LP/CD
He's got a million lines for each of your ears,
He's telling you exactly what you want to hear,
He's telling you what you want to hear,
His hands are sweaty moving
You have a beer, another beer,
Another and another and another beer,
Now you're ready to take him on,
Now you are prepared
Punching walls, punching doors,
Nothing like this ever happened to him before,
Picks his pants up off the floor,
Seen it all before
He will use her for tonight,
She is the one I wish I'd treated right
He walks away,
Your evening saved,
Except the overwhelming smell of his aftershave,
It'll be gone in another day,
And thank God for that
The overwhelming smell of his aftershave,
It'll be gone in another day,
Your apartment stinks like aftershave,
"It's a long story. I'll tell you another day"
He will use her for tonight,
She is the one I wish I'd treated right
The Satanists Convene
Available on Split album with Storm The Tower
Nothing is the same anymore,
The Satanists convene on the shore,
Their creatures disappeared from the sea,
The gateway vanished into eternity
The Church Of Satan went back underground,
LaVey's magic organ makes no sound, downtown,
Susan Atkins is nowhere to be found,
Ban*lity now keeps the city wound
The Camera Obscura is gone,
The Church of John Coltrane is gone,
The Mechanical Museum is gone,
Half of all my friends are long gone
I don't resent the city or the shore,
I feel myself feeling kinda bored,
I wake up just like I did before,
Sleep is no relief any more
The Star Hotel
Available on Palestine CD.
If nobody remembers the Star Hotel,
And its sad, lurid ghosts,
It's probably just as well,
Thinking through the stinking is not thinking a lot,
Reach into your jeans and see what you've got
Tuesday night is just alright,
I'm nauseous but happy,
Tuesday night is just alright
Close your eyes and realize this is it,
Is it what you imagined?
The walls are dead and peeling,
They don't watch the door,
I used to fetishize the girls,
Now I fetishize the floor,
The carpet's tiny razors,
Bits of gla** and bone,
Sleeping is an option if you can get alone
Tuesday night is just alright,
I'm nauseous but I'm happy,
Tuesday night is just alright
Close your eyes and realize this is it,
Is it what you imagined?
Close your eyes and realize this is it,
Is it what you imagined?
The State Of Things
Available on Palestine CD.
I think it's time to slow down and take it easy,
City life can always get me down,
The heat is so much gentler when it's breezy,
The city doesn't need me around
The film is never done,
The black and white sun,
Electric communication,
Portugal to L.A.
She has got her friend out for the time being,
The beach is such a nice spot for a shoot,
The black and white landscape is beautifully alien,
The Director's little speech is quite astute,
Sex is the only way to not communicate,
And wallow in the anxiety it will replace
The European man goes to L.A.,
He rents a car and lawyer for the day,
The imitation forest of the night,
L.A. eases off in black and white
"L'Aventura" beautiful,
Made on little or none at all,
Loneliness is kinder than you would think
The Track
Available on One Mississippi LP/CD.
January blows through the track,
You're too hot to feel it on your back,
All alone with everyone,
Do you still remember fun?
Tonight the darkness of the 'loin,
You'll need more than a bunch of coins,
She's there for you but not to stay,
You're invisible anyway
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(Nobody will ever know)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go, we are invisible)
I can't hear a thing you say
Loneliness is a part of trust,
Now you give yourself to lust,
If you're looking for love then you're out of luck,
And a bl**job costs you fifty bucks,
Walk around most of the night,
You have to wonder about your life,
The further that you go,
The less you seem to know
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(Nobody will ever know)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go, we are invisible)
I can't hear a thing you say
In broken English, she says to you,
"Hey, I know something we can do,
Do you wanna for a while?"
You wanna believe the smile,
There comes a point when even s**,
Seems empty and irrelevant,
"Can't you stay a while?"
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(Nobody will ever know)
I can't hear a thing you say,
(There's a place where we can go, we are invisible)
I can't hear a thing you say
The Versace k**er
Available on Cat Food LP/CD. Additional vocals on the chorus by Manda Rin from Bis, but they are impossible to transcribe.
You're safe in your home,
You're safe yet all alone,
Violence transcends your bank account,
You crawl, you beg,
You're climbing up my leg,
Mercy comes in most finite amounts
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
Everybody looks like an easy k**,
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
When I run, I'm caught standing still
You think your life cannot be criticised,
Your wealth obscures your mortal eyes,
Your hopes are schemes and every rock star's dreams,
Are weapons in a war to socialise
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
Everybody looks like an easy k**,
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
When I run, I'm caught standing still
You're safe, secure,
Well I wouldn't be so sure,
Violence is neither good nor bad,
You scream, you shout,
I turn your insides out,
This is the last f** you'll ever have
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
Everybody looks like an easy k**,
Standing in Miami with a $100 bill,
When I run, I'm caught standing still
The World's Tiniest Violin
Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.
The air is poisoning the street,
You will never get the cedar out of all the air you breathe,
A lot of people claim defeat,
You wanna take your rage and go running, screaming on down the street
And I'm sleeping in the morning,
'Cos the summer sun is boring,
And I can't, I can't stand the heat,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
And I'm sticking to my sheets
Didactic music from the street,
Through the art of repetition it can't mean anything,
Surrender reigns supreme,
Ideas lost like anchors at the bottom of the sea
And I'm sleeping in the morning,
'Cos the summer sun is boring,
And I can't, I can't stand the heat,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
And I'm sticking to my sheets
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city,
We're living in a town with no pity,
So I'm burning down this city
It's five in the morning,
The temperature is falling,
My head is exploding,
Synaptic tectonics in motion,
I hate all the water in the sea,
When are you coming back to me?
The stars above my bed and the light in my head,
None of them shone as bright as you,
It's another dreadful song about how you've been away too long,
This is the worst night I've had to live through