@ALBUM: juju Artist: Siouxie and the banshees (p) + (c) 1981 Polydor Ltd. (U.K.) Siouxsie Sioux: Voice, Guitar John McGeoch: Guitar Steven Severin: Bass guitar Budgie: Drums, Percussion @SONG: Spellbound 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 dance We are entranced Spellbound And don't forget When you elders forget To say their prayers Take them by the legs And throw them down the stairs Whan you think Your toys have gone beserk It's an illusion You cannot shirk You hear laughter Cracking through the walls It sends you spinning You have no choice Following the footsteps Of a rag doll dance We are entranced Spellbound @SONG: Into the light Into the line I see it fine Into the line Our hearts entwine Remember when Your time again Standing in the light Always sitting in the line Newer on a side Always wanting to be right Standing in the light I never wanted to be right Now I'm attracted to be light And blinded by the sight Dead ahead in the night Burning in the light And knowing that it's right Driving in the night - Dead ahead in the light... Into the light... Into the light I see it fight Into the light A new horizon Bleached into white Kept out of sight Pushing out the light... @SONG: Arabian knights The jewel, the price Looking into your eyes Cool pools drawn your mind What else you find I hear a rumour - it was just a rumour I heard a rumour - what have you done to her Myriad lights - they sayd I'd be impressed Arabian Knights - at your primitive best A tourist oasis - reflects in seedy sunshades A monstrous oil tanker it's wound bleeding in seas I heard a rumour - what have you done to her I heard a rumour - what have you done to her Veiled behind screens Kept as your baby machine Whilst you conquer more orifices Of boys, goats and things Ripped out sheeps eyes - no forks or knives Myriad lights - they sayd I'd be impressed Arabian Knights - at your primitive best @SONG: Halloween The night is still And the frost it bites my face I wear my silence like a mask And murmur like a ghost "Trick or Treat" "Trick or Treat" The bitter and the sweet The carefree days Are distant now I wear my memories like a shroud I try but words collapse Echoing "Trick or Treat" "Trick or Treat" The bitter and the sweet I wander through your sadness Gazing at you with scorpion eyes Halloween ... Halloween A sweet reminder In the ice-blue nursery Of a childish murder Of hidden lustre And she cries "Trick or Treat" "Trick or Treat" The bitter and the sweet I wander through your sadness Gazing at you with scorpion eyes Halloween ... Halloween @SONG: Monitor Monitor outside For the people inside A prevention of crime A passing of time They come and they go It's a passing of time They come and they go Whilst we sit in our homes Sit back and enjoy The real McCoy Our new air of authority Our sentinel of misery His facewas full of intent And we shook with excitement Then the victim stared up Looked strangely at the screen As if her pain was our fault But that's entertainment What we crave for inside No more second rate movies From those people outside @SONG: Night Shift Only at night time - I see you In darkness - I feel you A bride by my side - I'm inside many brides Sometimes I wonder... What goes in your mind, always silent and kind Unlike the others... Fuck the mothers kill the others Fuck the others kill the mothers I'll put it out of my mind because... I'm out of my mind with you In heaven and hell with you... My Night Shift Sister Await your nightly visitor They don't bother me No they don't bother me The cold marble slab submits at my feet With a neat dissection... Looking so sweet to me - please come to me With your cold flesh - my cold love Hissing - not kissing A happy go lucky chap - always dressed in black He'll come to you, he'll come to you My Night Shift Sister Await your nightly visitor A new vocation in life My love with a knife Fuck the mothers kill the others Fuck the others kill the mothers I'll put it out of my mind because... I'm out of my mind with you In heaven and hell with you... @SONG: Sin in my heart Sin in my heart Sin in my heart... Sin in my heart flying like a dart Oh sin in my heart It's beginning to start... When you're lying like a tart Sin in my heart When you grovel at my feet Oh sin in my heart It's short and sweet Sin in my heart Swift as a dart sin in my heart Oh sin in my heart When you grovel at my feet Keep it short and sweet Sin in my heart... @SONG: Head cut The head is the best part My headcut my woodcut I saw you in the gallery With your torso and family A huge smiling central face With eyes and lips cut out But smiling and eating Lots of other lips... A beautiful mask in plastercast Such a beautiful mask in plastercast Can I take it back with me Back to the flat with me Oh severed head I'll feed your head with bread And paint your lips bright red I'll keep it fresh on ice It will look very nice Can I take it back with me Back to the flat with me Shrunken heads under the bed The flies are humming There's a red under the bed The spit is turning Roasting burning Shadows dancing - by the fire Flickering flames laugh - with desire The head is the best part My headcut my woodcut @SONG: Voodoo dolly She's your little voodoo dolly And she's gonna make you lazy Like a little drum in your ear Transfixes you to your fear And now she's transfixed in your fear And you know she's gonna stay there Because her nails are deep in your hair And she made you so ... unaware Are you listening to your fear The beat is coming nearer Like that little drum in your ear Transfixes you to your fear She's such an ugly little dolly And she's making you look very silly And when you listen in to her ear You get paralysed with her fear Oh down ... down in your fear Now this little voodoo dolly Has made you very lazy You're anaemic from her sucking And when you're dead she'll find another Better break that little dolly And sling her in the corner Now she's a sorry little dolly Such a sorry little dolly Are you listening to your fear The beat is coming nearer Like that little drum in your ear Transfixing you to your fear Listen...