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DISCID=800a5d0a
DTITLE=Siouxsie and the Banshees / Hyaena
TTITLE0=Dazzle
TTITLE1=We Hunger
TTITLE2=Take Me Back
TTITLE3=Belladonna
TTITLE4=Swimming Horses
TTITLE5=Dear Prudence
TTITLE6=Bring Me The Head Of The Preacher Man
TTITLE7=Running Town
TTITLE8=Pointing Bone
TTITLE9=Blow The House Down
EXTD=1984 David Geffen 9 24030-2\n\nAll songs written & arranged by\nSio
EXTD=uxsie and the Banshees\nexcept Dear Prudence by Lennon and McCart
EXTD=ney\n\nSiouxsie Sioux\t\tvoices\nSteven Severin\t\telectric bass & keyb
EXTD=oards\nBudgie\t\t\tdrums percussion & marimba\nRobert Smith\t\tguitars 
EXTD=& keyboards\nRobin Cancer\t\twoodwind\nThe Chandos Players\tstrings
EXTT0=The stars that shine and the stars that shrink\nIn the face of st
EXTT0=agnation the water runs\nBefore your eyes\nSwallowing diamonds\nA c
EXTT0=utting throat\nYour teeth when you grin\nReflecting beams of tombs
EXTT0=tones\nA jamboree of surprises\nPlaying Russian roulette\nOr the lu
EXTT0=cky dip\nA clenched fist to your heart\nCoal dust on your lungs\nA 
EXTT0=silver tongue for the chosen one\nHeavy magnum in your side or a 
EXTT0=woody thorn\nSkating bullets on angel dust\nIn a dead sea of fluid
EXTT0= mercury\nbaby piano cries\nUnder your heavy index and thumb\nPull 
EXTT0=some strings - Let them sing\nDazzle\nIt's a glittering prize
EXTT1=A ravenous greed\nFor a brood to feed\nA lusting spawn\nOn a weeken
EXTT1=d fawn\nDo you hunger for this\nSucking leaches feel the need\nSuck
EXTT1=ing dry unsated stomach pops\nSharpened knives with flying sparks
EXTT1=\nSagging bodies with stretch marks & your belly aches\nDo you hun
EXTT1=ger for this\nBled white with avarice\nAs the rust creeps corrosio
EXTT1=n seeps a rotting seed\nEat me - Feed me\nWith your beltching foul
EXTT1= breath\nYour destructive kiss death\nThe bliss of a sweet kiss\nSh
EXTT1=anghai'd on a locust flight\nThe thirst from a vampire bite\nFills
EXTT1= the emptiness inside\nConsuming everything green-eyed\nWe hunger
EXTT2=Deep in the heart\nOf a seething beast\nThink of bright eyes\nA spl
EXTT2=endid feast\nBut something is missing\nShe's feeling low\nSomething
EXTT2='s missing\nShe's going home\nTake me back - I'm feeling low\nTake 
EXTT2=me back - I'm going home\nTake me back - I'm so alone\nTake me bac
EXTT2=k - I'm traveling home\nSuspicious stranger\nThere's something wro
EXTT2=ng\nShe is changed\nAh but this is not\nShe is back\nBut she's not h
EXTT2=ome\nShe is back\nBut she's still alone\nShe came back after all th
EXTT2=is time\nShe came back to warning signs\nAll is black when the lig
EXTT2=hts are on\nNothing rhymes it's been so long\nDeep in the heart\nOf
EXTT2= a seething beast\nThink of bright lights\nA splendid feast\nWhere 
EXTT2=you arrive\nCan be home\nWhere you come from\nIsn't always home\nTak
EXTT2=e me back - I'm coming home\nTake me back - Where I belong\nTake m
EXTT2=e back - I'm leaving home\nTake me back - I'm coming home
EXTT3=Sunrise breaks its fatal perfume\nAnd I'm dizzy to distraction\nTh
EXTT3=e scented clutches of a siren's lament\nEmbrace the sound of ench
EXTT3=antment\nFive fathoms deep, the lovers leap\nThe lanterns of skin 
EXTT3=beckons us in\nO Belladonna\nNight fall's descent shrouds her inte
EXTT3=nt\nIn a halo of sharks and a skeleton mask\nO Belladonna\nDaylight
EXTT3= devours your unguarded hours\nBurnt and charred, this bride of s
EXTT3=cars\nO Belladonna\nLost in the glare, all of us stare\nThe pattern
EXTT3=s of pain, scream out your name\nO Belladonna
EXTT4=Falling in your, falling in your in your arms\nFish on a line, le
EXTT4=arning to live on dry land\nThrown back again to drown\nKinder wit
EXTT4=h poison\nThan pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell\nFeel 
EXTT4=the cruel stones breaking her bones\nDead before  ???\nWords fall 
EXTT4=in ruins - but no sound\nShe's dying of your shame - she maimed b
EXTT4=y your pain\nHe gives birth to swimming horses\nFish on a line, wa
EXTT4=lking on dry land\nBut back in the water to drown - we drown\nFloa
EXTT4=ting in sky\nHe gives birth to swimming horses\nTake a ride on the
EXTT4= tide with the assasin at your side\nThe weightlessness under wat
EXTT4=er - forgets in slow motion\nAnd washes pointless tortures\nHe giv
EXTT4=es birth to swimming horses\nFloating in sky like fishes\nCan fly 
EXTT4=through your arms
EXTT5=Dear prudence\nWant to pcome out and play\nDear prudence\nGreet the
EXTT5= brand new day\nThe sun is up\nThe sky is blue\nIt's beautiful\nAnd 
EXTT5=so are you\nDear prudence\nWon't you come out to play\nDear Prudenc
EXTT5=e\nOpen up your eyes\nDear prudence\nSee the sunny skies\nThe wind i
EXTT5=s cold\nThe birds are singing\nThat you are part of everything\nDea
EXTT5=r Prudence\nWon't you open up your eyes\nLook around...\nDear prude
EXTT5=nce\nLet me see you smile\nDear prudence\nLike a little child\nThe c
EXTT5=louds are deep\nA daisy chain\nSo let me see\nA smile again\nDear Pr
EXTT5=udence\nWon't you let me see you smile\nDear prudence\nWon't you co
EXTT5=me out to play\nDear prudence\nGreet the brand new day\nThe sun is 
EXTT5=up\nThe sky is blue\nIt's beautiful\nAnd so are you\nDear prudence\nW
EXTT5=on't you come out to play\nLook around...\n\n
EXTT6=Following desire in your eyes\nYou're mine you're mine all mine\nF
EXTT6=ollowing the signs - In your mind\nYou're mine you're mine all mi
EXTT6=ne\nBring me the head of the preacher man\nIn the sickening daze\nO
EXTT6= the rotting sun washes down\nThe moonshine boys the - the vultur
EXTT6=es drool\nThey pluck the gold dust from his eyes\nAnd pick his bon
EXTT6=es until they're clean\nThe book of sorrows - The American dreams
EXTT6=\nBring me the head of the preacher man\nOn the blazing trail\nHeav
EXTT6=en holds lonestar promise - El Dorado\nThe insane theatre, once m
EXTT6=ore we rise\nTo dream the last of liquid sleep\nThe gift of chance
EXTT6=\nEating the worm... the viper drops and dances\nAnd everything st
EXTT6=ops and dances\nBring me the head of the preacher man\nWe tumble d
EXTT6=own these lonely days\nWe tumble down
EXTT7=Just a step onto the street\nAn uncomfortable heat\nRattlers at yo
EXTT7=ur feet\nIn running town\nHelter skelter all a-swelters\nThe impetu
EXTT7=s is seething\nIn running town\nA thousand curses\nFull speed ahead
EXTT7=\nLockjaw aggression\nAnd buzzing imitations\nDeride the friendly m
EXTT7=artian\nIn running town\nHelter skelter all a-swelter\nThe impetus 
EXTT7=is seething\nIn running town\nA thousand curses\nFull speed ahead\nI
EXTT7=f you gaze into her face\nShe'll glare back and drown\nAll refugee
EXTT7=s in the sea\nof Running town\nA thousand curses\nFull speed ahead\n
EXTT7=Laughter rebounds and strangles\nThat sound in runing town
EXTT8=From the fury pit, a reek of misery\nLike a trumpet groan, tornad
EXTT8=o moan\nThe splendor splits like a golden skin\nHe and the wizards
EXTT8= cry like humming birds\nIn treasure glows, your weeping wings\nAn
EXTT8=d a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike\nWhen held high by the r
EXTT8=iverside\nLike a torn-throat child\nIn a jackals hide\nCool water d
EXTT8=ies, vile diamond eyes\nSilent in flamingo ease\nDistant in troubl
EXTT8=ed trance\nWithin a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs\nThe tears
EXTT8= of the moon\nThe sweat of the sun\nSacraficial hearts for a point
EXTT8=ing bone\nWith a gorgon's head amd a coal of skulls\nThey're kindl
EXTT8=ing fires on open wounds\nPointing bone\nIn a jaguar skin, blood m
EXTT8=atted mane\nBeacons blaze toward a waning moon
EXTT9=Weaving in his basket chair\nTwist you round a lock of hair\nMade 
EXTT9=of straw - The wicker man\nMade of straw - I'll blow your house d
EXTT9=own\nBishops falling from the windows\nThe lightning makes your ha
EXTT9=ir stand on end\nThis dervish frenzy will make you run around\nThi
EXTT9=s dervish frenzy will turn your head around\nBlow the house down\n
EXTT9=Stretching a rubber band miracles trip our feet\nWhere we stand\nS
EXTT9=hift the ground - Caterpillar man\nCrumbing castles in the sand\nB
EXTT9=low the house down\nFeebly we put our heads out of our foxy laire
EXTT9=\nWe feel the chill from the night scare\nStanding in the storm - 
EXTT9=waiting for the flash to crash\nCounting seconds before we turn t
EXTT9=o ash\nIt's getting nearer\nBlow the house down\nThis dervish frenz
EXTT9=y will turn your head around\nStanding on the stairs that want to
EXTT9= fall down\nIt's getting nearer don't turn your head around\nMade 
EXTT9=of straw\nA lighted match\nBurn the house down\nTurn your head arou
EXTT9=nd\nPillars of salt watch as it all burns down\nDown to the ground
EXTT9=\nBlow the house down\n
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