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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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