p j harvey + Danielle Dax

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♥  ‘This Is Love’  ↓

I can’t believe life’s so complex
When I just wanna’ sit here and watch you undress
This is love that I’m feeling
Does it have to be a life full of dread?
I wanna’ chase you round the table, I wanna’ touch your head
This is love that I’m feeling
I can’t believe that the axis turns on suffering
When you taste so good
I can’t believe that the axis turns on suffering
While my head burns
This is love that I’m feeling
Even in the summer, even in the spring
You can never get too much of a wonderful thing

You’re the only story that I never told
You’re my dirty little secret, wanna’ keep you so
Come on out, come on over, help me forget
Keep the walls from falling on me, tumbling in
– This is love that I’m feeling

◊  ‘A Place Called Home’  ↓

One day I know we’ll find a place of hope
Just hold on to me – Just hold on to me
Walk tight one line
You’re wanted this time
There’s no-one to blame
Just hold on to me

One day there’ll be a place for us

I walk, I wade through full lands and lonely
I stumble – I stumble
With you I wait to be born again
With love comes the day
Just hold on to me

One day there’ll be a place for us . . .

Now is the time to follow through, to read the signs
Now the message is sent, let’s bring it to its final end

One-day-there’ll-be-a-place-for-us . . .

◊→  ‘Let England Shake’ ⇐

◊→ ‘The Colour Of The Earth’  ⇓

(+ Thom Yorke)  ⇑
Can you hear them   The helicopters
I’m in New York
No need for words now    We sit in silence
You look me   In the eye directly
You met me
I think it’s Wednesday   The evening
The mess we’re in
And ooooh…

( PJ Harvey  . . . )   The city sunset over me   –  The city sunset over me

( Thom Yorke )
Night and day    I dream of
Making love    To you now baby
Love making    On screen
Impossible dream    And I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The freeway    Reminding of
This mess we’re in
And ooooh…

( PJ Harvey  .  .  .)    The city sunset over me   .  .  .  The city sunset over me  .  .  .

[Thom Yorke:]
What were you wanting?
(«What was it you wanted?»)
I just want to say don’t ever change now baby
(«I just want to say: Don’t ever change. And thank you»)
And thank you, I don’t think we will meet again
(«I don’t think we will meet again»)
And you must leave now
(«And you must leave now, before the sun rises over the skyscrapers»)
Before the sun rises
(«And the city landscape comes into being»)
Above skyscrapers
(«Sweat on my skin, ugh»)
Sin and…

[Both:]   This mess we’re in and    (Ooooh-aaaaah)

[PJ Harvey]
The city sun set over me . . .  (Ooooh-aaaah . . .)

∞   w/  Tricky  ↓  ‘Broken Homes’

Those men will break your bones,
Don’t know how to build stable homes . . .
We lose our voice more each year
Maybe we won’t bring some
Is there Cancer in the throat No Stress
Maybe its supposed to kill the success
Because success needs killing
Murder is media
Forced laugh, Forged autograph,
First my body, now my corpse
Those men will break your bones,
Don’t know how to build stable homes.
Life is pain, Murder is fame,
And if you’re famous you might get acquitted
There’s nowhere to run away
Damn you I hope you pay
And finish the day-to-day
The games we play.
Those men will break your bones,
Don’t know how to build stable homes.
I will stay at home
And talk on the telephone,
‘cause nothing in this world I want from you,
Don’t free yourself, run and cry
Too scared to live – Too quick to die

Those men will break your bones,
Don’t know how to build stable homes . . .

Don’t know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones . . .

•→ ‘Big Exit’ ⇔ [lyrics]←

 ⇓ . . .  PJ Harvey reads some First World War poetry & trench songs . . .

•  ‘I want to go home’

I want to go home, I want to go home.
I don’t want to go in the trenches no more,
Where whizzbangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.
Take me over the see, where the Alleyman can’t get at me.
Oh my, I don’t want to die, I want to go home.

I want to go home, I want to go home.
I don’t want to visit la Belle France no more,
For oh the Jack Johnsons they make such a roar.
Take me over the sea, where the snipers they can’t get at me.
Oh my, I don’t want to die, I want to go home.

•  «When this bloody war is over»

When this bloody war is over no more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sunday, no more begging for a pass.
You can tell the sergeant-major to stick his passes up his arse.

When this bloody war is over no more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I shall be.
No more NCOs to curse me, no more rotten army stew.
You can tell the old cook-sergeant, to stick his stew right up his flue.

When this bloody war is over no more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I shall be.
No more sergeants bawling, ‘Pick it up’ and ‘Put it down’
If I meet the ugly bastard I’ll kick his arse all over town

· · ·  We’re  here   because   we’re here  .  .  .

•  «The Words That Maketh Murder»

I’ve seen and done things I want to forget;
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat,
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
Arms and legs were in the trees.I’ve seen and done things I want to forget;
coming from an unearthly place,
Longing to see a woman’s face, or hear a piano’s grace
Instead of the words that gather pace,
The words that maketh murder.I’ve seen and done things I want to forget;
A corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
Flies swarming everyone, death lingering, stunk over the summit peak
Flesh quivering in the heat.

This was  something else again,

I fear it cannot be explained
The words that maketh murder.

· · · The guest room

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◊→  ‘Sleep Has No Property’ ⇓  [1985]

♥  ‘Jesus Egg That Wept’  ⇓

♥  «POP EYES»  ⇐ (1983*)

* recorded on Teac 4-Track.  All vocals & instruments by Danielle Dax: guitar, drums, keyboards, banjo, bass, trumpet, tenor & soprano saxophones, Drone, tapes, TR808, assorted toys & percussion. She also designed various sleeves for the same record.

⇐ ‘Ostrich’   

♥  ‘Bed Caves’ ⇓  1983

Today’s not the same as before,
Starting with a clean slate,
Promises – of new – rewards.

Today’s not the same as before,
Starting with a clean slate,
Promises – of new – rewards.

Doo-da doo-da doo-da doo-da daa!

♥  ‘Here Come The Harvest Buns’  ⇓  1983

Here come the Harvest Buns,
A belly-full for everyone.
Clipped in rows  –  They’re dominoes,
They’re sick as a pig  when morning comes.

Round bum bum.
Flesh gun gun.

Spin we go  –  With a hi-de-ho
With a knee in the place where the hero roamed!

Here come the Harvest Buns,
A belly-full for everyone.
Clipped in rows  –  They’re dominoes,
They’re sick as a pig  when morning comes.

♥  ‘The Shamenmen’  ⇓  1983

All the real men are fighting for a pockeful of dust   –  They’re wild men . . .  Shamenmen

All the real men are singing with bravado, sweat and lust  –  They’re wild men . . . Shamenmen

And they leave their bloody calling cards sticky [. . . ?]  –  They’re wild men . . .  Shamenmen

All the real men are slaying, sheaths as pure as rust  –  They’re wild men . . .  Shamenmen

∇   ‘Cold Sweat’  ⇓

∇    ‘HAMMERHEADS’    ⇓   [live]

Pushin’ up the dirt in another man’s garden
Pushin’ up the dirt ‘cos there’s nothin’ to do
Pushin’ up the dirt in another man’s haven
Pushin’ up the dirt ‘cos there’s nothing to lose

Hey hey … they are so crazy – Hey hey … mess your head around…

Kickin’ at the heart of another man’s woman
Kickin’ at the heart ‘cos there’s nothin’ to do
Kickin’ at the heart of another man’s heaven
Kickin’ at the heart ‘cos there’s nothing to lose

Hey hey … they are so crazy – Hey hey … mess your head around…

Pilin’ up the weight of another man’s burden
Pilin’ up the weight ‘cos there’s nothin’ to do
Pilin’ up the weight of another man’s hatin’
Pilin’ up the weight ‘cos there’s nothin’ to lose

Hey hey … they are so crazy – Hey hey … mess your head around…

•→  @  Camden Palace_1985 ⇐

♦→  ‘Pariah’  ⇓

An acid-bath  for sloganeers
Who have sent their lambs  to the slaughter

Never mindful  of wayward kin
Who would sell their souls  for a quarter

I’ve been on the other side

In the darkness  the gunshots echo
And wine won’t stifle  their bastard pride

Torches burning  –  Their numbers growing
With ill-intent   –   As they prowl the night

I———-I’ve been on the other side

Walking sick sick – They walking the town …

Call the man  who will lead the clan
An avenging angel  –  Unhallowed tone

Baron Samedi  –  As only saviour
Disturbed from slumber  To walk alone

I———-I’ve been on the other side

Walking sick sick – They walking the town …

*            *            *

◊→ ‘Brimstone In A Barren Land’ ⇐

Ghost-woman with ashes on her breath
Reveal the fly-blown faces of the gone
The brimstone in a barren land
The pliant meat done to a turn
With all the dead of a decade wading in

Led through this pale hygienic glow
With hands held stiffly behind backs
The brimstone in a barren land
The pliant meat done to a turn
In this house that had once been human

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
It is not dying – It is not dying

Lay down all thought – surrender to the void
It is shining – It is shining

That you may see the meaning of within
It is being – It is being

That love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing – It is knowing

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing – It is believing

But listen to the color of your dreams
It is not living – It is not living

Or play the game – existence to the end
Of the beginning … of the beginning …

         ⇔ [lyrics]←

♦  ‘Blight’  ↓

You defecate in the face of reason – Eviscerate the truth,
Piss contempt on the badge of honour and bastardize the rules.
Now I re-evaluate – Fired up on burning hate,
Gonna set the record straight this time…

Gonna pulp with lead  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Your fucking lying head  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Gonna spit your spine  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Gonna wish that you were dead  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!

Raw brain and bloody bone in a stinking bladder soup.
Sanity’s  Season (buggered and bleeding) is howling at the moon.
Now it’s time to terminate – Fired up on burning hate,
I’m gonna set the record straight in time…

Gonna pulp with lead  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Your fucking lying head  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Gonna spit your spine  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Gonna wish that you were dead  –  Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!

Tear vitreous humor, smashing nerve and molar in a lunatic frenzy.

Gonna pulp with lead  –  Your fucking lying head …

BBC Session_1988⇒

•  ‘Flashback’
I never go by labels – I never sure
I see a bottle of good things baby and want for more
I always listen in
HEY YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH
Keep a tally on all the choices, honey
If they should show

Flashback-wipe that frown
Flashback-when they put you down
Flashback-never show
Flashback-what you really know

You pay your money to hold me baby – I’m not to blame
For any others who used you badly – Oh such a shame
I always want what’s easy
HEY YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH
So intent on a living heaven, honey
You’ll never know

Flashback-wipe that frown
Flashback-when they put you down
Flashback-never show
Flashback-Here we go!

Next minute you’re in there fighting – The stakes are high
Never won any major battles – But I always try
I maybe will someday
HEY YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH
All nickels and moonlight-dreaming honey
Oh what a game

Flashback-wipe that frown
Flashback-when they put you down
Flashback-never show
Flashback-what you really know